Read Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2) Online
Authors: Virginia Wine
~Nathan~
“Do you gamble?” she
asks.
“A little, I lose.
Does that count?”
“I’ll have you know
I’m an excellent gambler, luck follows me wherever I go.” Laughing as her arms
wrap around my waist. She playfully looks up into my eyes.
“I’m not sure if I
believe you or not.” Aware of the smile she can pull out of me in a single
glance.
“Oh believe it, I’m a
lucky charm.”
“The cereal?” I tease
“What, are you my
in-flight entertainment?”
My focus is entirely on
her. And even though my plan is in place, a sharp memory appears stinging as
the thought of losing her puts me in the grave. I can’t go there, not this
trip. Everything is riding on it. Our car approaches the private jet.
“My first time,” she
says, briefly brushing her hand over my pants.
“Jesus, Bryer, you
realize what’s you’ve just done.”
“I can help you with
that.”
“I’ll be counting on
that, later.” Adjusting myself.
I see the pilot
welcoming Bryer, his eyes on her a second too long, and I don’t like it one
bit. I guess the Cash incident has brought out my caveman. I’ll need to rein in
the unfounded jealousies, and tame that feeling down. Vegas is no place for a
lack of confidence.
“This is so out of my
league, Nathan.”
“Says who?” Savoring
the moment, my woman in awe.
“You ooze charm. But
then you’re completely aware of it, aren’t you?” Her eyes sparkling with
mischief.
“Me, charming?”
We take our seats,
and I have to admit buckling her in is a turn on. We take off and once we are
airborne, the ride is smooth, I steady myself for the trip to come.
“Look, Nathan, it’s
beautiful.” As she stares out the window.
“I’m admiring the
view, from here.”
She turns her head,
and that beautiful head of curls follow.
“How private is
this?” she asks.
“As private as you
want it to be.”
Stalking over to my
seat, she kneels in front of me. Oh fuck. “What are your intentions, Ms. Reid?”
Mind-numbing thoughts run instantly through my mind.
She unbuttons my
jeans and the zipper slides down.
On its own I think
screaming to be released. “You don’t have to tell me twice.” And I help her
push my jeans down, almost hyperventilating with the anticipation of what’s to
come. God, I’m such a guy.
I wanted her with a
hunger, but when her fucking sweet mouth wrapped around my cock, control was a
thing of the past. My hands wrap around those blond waves, holding on enjoying
the ride. As I watch her sensual full lips take all of me. My head flies back
against the head rest. “Fuck, Bryer, have you been practicing?”
Fuck, what did I just
say? A small part of me wanted to take back those words, I didn’t want Cash’s
ordeal popping into her head—not now, not ever. “I love your wicked mouth,
baby.” I was so close to my selfish climax I can hear every heartbeat, as I
guide her faster, harder, while I watch the entire erotic display play out in
living color.
“I’ll never get
enough of you,” The delicious pace bringing me closer than I can handle.
“I’m going to come, baby.” A dirty growl escapes me, as my warm seed is
swallowed by the beauty on her knees in front of me. How could I be so lucky?
As the aftershocks last longer than expected. I thank the heavens above for
this woman. She climbs on my lap with her sweet lavender scent and my cum on
her lips. Jesus.
“I love you,” she
whispers
“Evidently,” I
whisper back, tickling her just a little, and her sweet giggles are so
irresistible.
“Always surprising
me, Bryer.” But I’ll be turning the tables this trip. “It won’t be long now,” I
say
“Time flies.” Her
smug smile saying it all.
We arrive at the
Wynn, the inside garden and their integral paths are striking, the entire place
is rich.
“Spectacular.”
I hear Bryer as she
takes in the entire surroundings. “I’ve got the key, the bags will be brought
up. Do you want to look around? Or go up to the room?”
“Look around.”
Watching her glance
at the entire casino. “By all means, lead the way.” I grab her hand, and we end
up close to the gambling tables as she decides what table is hers. “So this is
where you’re going to show me a thing or two?” I tease.
“I get the distinct
impression you doubt my skills.” As she heads to the black jack table. Pulls
out two chairs, sits and pats the other for me.
“Wow, bossy.” As I
sit.
“And the game is
generally known as 21,” she whispers, as if this is my first time.
Although with the
gleam in her eyes she may be hustling me.
“See, he’s using
several decks together, it’s called a shoe.”
“Who are you?” I
watch as she puts a hundred-dollar bill on the table, and the dealer trades it
for four green chips.
“The table has a $25
minimum.” She offers as I look at the four lonely chips. And the game starts.
I watch as she wins,
and I lose, my four green chips disappear.
Bryer has a stack of
black ones. “I’m sitting this one out.” She frowns.
“Are we keeping
score?” I ask.
Her spunky attitude
is priceless. We spend a couple hours at the tables, ending up at the slots,
where I feel like a pussy, sitting next to an old woman with an oxygen tank,
smoking a cigarette. I sneak away to speak to the concierge.
“Yes, Mr. James,
everything is in place.”
Returning to see she
has a new cup of coins. “A quick bite?” I ask.
“One more quarter,”
she asks.
“You’ve been saying
that for thirty minutes, work with me, woman. Why didn’t I know about this
little addiction of yours?”
She laughs. “I’m
walking away from the machines,” she says, hands held high in a smart-ass kind
of way.
“Hard-core gambler,
interesting.” I taunt her, as she walks over to cash out her winnings.
“How much did you
win?” I ask, just out of curiosity.
“I don’t know.” She
shrugs her shoulders in a cavalier motion.
I watch as the
cashier counts out in hundred dollar bills, until she reaches eighteen.
“You won eighteen
hundred dollars, Bryer?’ Shocked.
“Dinner’s on me,” she
proudly says, leaving out the “
I told you so”
I so deserved.
“Why thank you,
you’re quite the card shark. Lead the way, baby.” Letting her have this moment
of showing me up. After all, I most definitely benefited from the incredible
head on the plane. “Lucky for you, I made reservations for a private cabana
table at Costa Di Mare, here in the hotel. If you like Mediterranean food,
seafood, or pasta.” Knowing she does.
“Sounds perfect.”
I drag my eyes off
her only to watch every other man’s head turn as we pass. Is it her sexy new
dress I insisted on? Me and my big mouth. Or just her natural beauty catching
every male’s attention in the place? Apparently it’s a combination of the two.
God, she’s exquisite. Just proves she’s extraordinarily compelling. Keeping my
asinine jealousy in check.
The cabana is
completely private and thoughts of pay back come to mind. Our dinner is served,
and as I watch her eat, each bit an experience—beaming when she loves
something, a small frown when she doesn’t.
“Watching me eat?”
Watching her is
coming off creepy, her one eye brow raised. “It’s an euphoric event.” A smile
evident.
“Are you alright?
You’re acting funny.”
“Never been better.”
Be cool, fool. This is the trip you’ve been waiting for.
“That was incredible,
the meal was a work of art.” Using the napkin to gently wipe her lips, causing
my focus to disintegrate.
“Tomorrow is full of
unexpected surprises.” I can’t help plastering a smile on my face.
“What surprise?” she
asks. “Just a hint?”
“That’s a no.”
Acknowledging to myself, I laugh a little harder ever since we met.
~Bryer~
The man could fuck.
Flooded with images from last night. He certainly returned the favor, alpha
male style. A night of sexcapades with Nathan is a night you won’t soon forget.
I’m sore in places I never knew existed.
I knew he was hitting
the gym this morning, I’m just confused by the instructions he gave me, written
out in detail, so unlike him.
Dress: wear the long
yellow silk dress with the gold wrap that shows off every beautiful curve. The
crystal shoes, Manolo Blahnik. Someone will be at the door at 6:00, don’t bring
anything except your gorgeous self.
“I’m surprised he
knows who Manolo is.”
I take great care
with every detail, and when I look in the full-length mirror, the beautiful
butter-yellow dress is breathtaking. I can’t recall ever feeling this
beautiful. I ensure my makeup is perfect, maybe a little extravagant, it is
Vegas after all. My hair in long waves with just the amount of wildness, to
match how I am feeling tonight.
At six sharp, there’s
a knock on my door. I open it.
A staff member hands
me a long stem yellow rose and a card. He smiles and leaves.
After inhaling the
scent, my pulse quickens, and I open the card.
Baby, stroll your lovely body to the
Lake to Dreams, there’s a forty-foot water fall, a sight to behold. But nothing
compared to you. Bring your rose, my love.
~N
Nerves start to set
in but with steely determination, I proceed. I’m getting looks as I go, and for
the first time in a long time, I want to be noticed. Still carrying the yellow
rose, I find my way to the picturesque view, the water flowing as if it were
alive, it’s captivating.
I don’t sense the
staff member approaching, and as I turn it’s a young girl this time, with a
smile on her face. She hands me a glass of pink champagne, and yet another
yellow rose. She waits, as I sip the lavish sweet taste. Then hands me another
card.
My beautiful alluring woman, the
water falling is a symbol of the love I have for you, it pours from every part
of me, I only drown in you. Enjoy your Moet & Chandon Dom Perignon White
Gold. Then stroll through the shops, you’ll find Oscar de la Renta. He awaits.
Bring your Roses.
~N
I’m a little light
headed, the champagne, mixed with a dozen other feelings swirling around is
intoxicating. I search for the specified shop and when I reach my destination,
a beautiful woman appears to greet me.
“Miss Reid, this is
for you.” Handing me the third yellow rose. “Please follow me.” She ushers me
to the counter where a beautiful dainty bottle of perfume sits. “Does this meet
with your approval?” As she sprays a sample on a card, and hands it to me.
“It’s so feminine,
what is it?”
“It’s called “
Something
blue ea de parfume
.” Your gentleman friend personally picked it out, may
I?”
“Of course.” She
applies the heavenly scent, and the aroma transports me to another sensual
place.
“You approve?” she
asks.
“Very much.” And she
hands me yet, another card. I shake my head, excitement consuming me. It’s all
too much.
The sense of smell is closely linked with memory, probably more
so than any of our other senses.
It’s
extremely
important when it comes to attraction between two people, and we have aromatic
reminders of those moments. A new fragrance for a new beginning. This fragrance
will forever remind me of tonight.
While you’re so close, stop off at Cartier, I have something
special for you there. Curious? I know my woman.
~N
Oh my…this
is the most unforgettable experience of my life. The promise of what is at the
end of this rainbow is daunting. Compulsively, I want to jump into his arms
now, and avoid the steps to get to him.
Cartier,
I’ve never dreamed I would step foot into any of these stores. And tonight all
my dreams, ones I never knew existed, are coming true.
A woman
behind the counter smiles, holding a yellow rose—this makes four. “Miss Reid, I
have an incredible surprise for you, but first a message.
Written
on a single white card. “Don’t’ panic, baby, it’s not
that
box.”
She
hands me the square velvet box.
I
slowly open it. The intake of my breath does not go unnoticed.
She
hands me a glass of water in a beautiful wine glass with a lemon floating at
the bottom.
I take
a small slip. “Yellow diamond earrings.” I’m in awe, unable to keep myself in
the now. It feels like a dream, not reality.
“One of
a kind,” she adds. “Here’s the mirror, please put them on.”
And
when I do I feel like a princess, no, a queen. Oh God.
A card
is handed without a word spoken.
I knew they would
look beautiful, Bryer. My princess, you have bewitched me from our first date,
and the sparkle in your eyes outshines the sparkle you now wear. We’re getting close,
baby, are you anxious to see me? I’m anxious to see you.
There’s a limo
waiting for you out front. Trust me.
~N
As I
walk to the front, four roses in my hand, the driver recognizes me and opens my
door. The scent of romance all around me, as one single yellow rose sits alone
on the seat. The weight hanging from my ears is reminding me where this will
end, with Nathan. I’m dizzy with excitement. “Where are we going sir?”
But he
only smiles.
“Figures.”
We pull
up to what looks like a night club, not what I anticipate, The VooDoo Lounge.
The driver lets me out, and I wonder if I’m overdressed.
He
walks me in, holding the door.
But I’m
quickly swept away to a private doorway.
A
gentleman greets me, and stops to hand me a yellow rose. Six. “Miss Reid,
follow me.”
I’m led
to a beautiful private staircase.
“The
rooftop awaits you.” The view is pretty amazing from here, the main outdoor
patio is incredible, as the pastel colors cross the sky.
“But
there’s another level, you need simply walk up the outdoor suspended staircase
to the 51
st
floor deck. Someone awaits you there.”
“And
where is everyone?”
“Apparently
your gentleman friend wanted the place to himself. Goodnight, miss.”
I walk
slowly, taking everything in. The lounge is luxurious, the view is
breathtaking, this massive place to ourselves, its decadence. I start to climb
and feel a little light-headed due to the height. I make it to the enclosed
section, and there he is.
Magnetic
energy pulling me closer. The tux, I can’t breathe. I swear I feel faint. He’s
the epitome of perfection, the sexy look of a master of seductions.
“You
made it.”
My
heart fails to beat at his smile, the full on double dimples, his messy waves,
he’s the definition of sex. “How could I not?” Shyly looking into his eyes.
“Six?”
he asks. Looking at the flowers handing me the final six. A perfect dozen.
“Thank
you, thank you for everything.” Is all I can manage.
He
nods. “Love is not about finding the perfect person, it’s about finding the
imperfect person that’s perfect you for.”
I gaze
into his eyes.
“Uncle
Mac,” he says, and we both smile in gentle memory of his true father.
“And
here you are.” Exchanging glances.
“Closer,
baby.” Reaching out to take both hands.
“My
mother would have loved you,” he says, as tears run down my cheeks, he takes
his thumb and gently wipes them away. Then kneels, one knee.
Oh God.
Looks into my eyes, hands held tight, he looks up to me.
“I
promise to remind you every day, that falling in love with you has changed me
into the man I always wanted to be. I promise to grow to love you more each
day, because true love has no ending.”
I’m
shaking, as he attempts to calm me by running his thumbs back and forth over my
hands.
“You’ve
given me the ability and willingness to give myself to you, all of me. Starting
at forever and ending at never.” He pauses, swallowing an emotional sensation
as he briefly bows his head, then quickly recovers.
“Bryer
Reid, I will love you until my dying breath, will you marry me?”
“I’ll
marry you.” The words come so fast, his smile shows of pride as he slowly rises
to meet mine.
He’s
holding a beautiful baby blue box, he opens it, Inside sits a large yellow
princess-cut diamond, a golden band with canary-yellow diamonds circling it.
“Allow me.” And he slides it on my finger.
My eyes
suddenly sweep to his.
“You’re
my heart’s desire, my everything, my life, and keeper of my heart. I love you.”
Leaving
me speechless. “This will not be a long engagement.” I jump into his arms and
kiss him with all the passion I have for this man. Damn,
my
man.