Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (19 page)

I stood there
like an idiot with my curtains in my hand, my eyes bugging out of
my head, boobs pressed against the damp glass as I stared at the
white registration plate on the front of the car. It did in fact
read VIC 1.

“The
fucker,”

He was telling
the truth, the bastard wasn’t lying to me.

Grabbing my
coat from the rack on the wall, I threw it on and opened the door.
I stepped outside into my darkened street and cursed when I stepped
onto a slug and it squished between my toes.

“Ugh.” I
groaned and moved back inside; hopping to my bathroom where I
scooped up the messy gloop and flushed it then washed my foot. I’d
been too excited, nervous and angry with Sebastian and that
gleaming pile of gorgeous metal outside teasing me to realise that
I’d actually gone outside without any shoes on.

What an
idiot!

I moved from
the bathroom and quickly slipped on my boots, hopping from one foot
to the other. I grabbed the big bunch of keys from the black box
along with my own and raced to the front door, slamming it closed
behind me.

I ran down the
steps and down the street, skidding to a stop beside the car which
was now covered in a fine mist of damp. I whistled low as I moved
around it, eyeing it like it was the best thing ever.

Hell, it was.
God, the car was a dream.

Licking my
lips, I stopped at the driver’s side and flicked the fob in my
hand, watching the lights flash, highlighting the space around the
car at the same time. I reached for the handle and popped the
door.

I jumped back
in surprise as multicoloured neon lights flicked on, lighting up
the ground beneath the car. The car had freaking lights underneath
it; I’d never seen that before.

As if the car
had a disease or something, I bent at the waist and peered inside.
The whole thing gleamed and had that famous new car smell that made
me close my eyes at and moan out loud. The dash had all these
little knobs and buttons that my fingers were dying to touch and
mess around with.

“Stupid man,”
I muttered, shaking my head. Sebastian just had to go and do
something like this.

“That man aint
stupid if he bought you that.” A man muttered from behind me.

I stood up
straight banging my head on the top of the door frame. I gritted my
teeth and brushed the hair out of my face and rubbed my head as I
turned to face the stranger who was eying the car like a prime bit
of beef. His eyes were wide and the size of saucers.

“Huh?” I asked
dazed and confused.

“The car or
should I say beauty,” He pointed to it, “it’s as bad as my bitch.
You sort that man out yet for your present?”

At his
expectant look, I blinked stupidly at him. It took me a second to
realise what the man was saying to me. No, in actual fact, I hadn’t
sorted Sebastian out for buying this car but I knew I would. How
could I not?

Whether I
wanted to acknowledge it or not, Sebastian had bought me the car, a
very expensive car and delivered it to me, leaving it right under
my nose so I couldn’t ignore it. I mean who could? I’d be a first
class fool to not want it even though I didn’t like him spending
his money on me.

“Hmmm,” I
licked my teeth with my tongue as thoughts rushed through my head.
Various sexual suggestions bumped and crashed in my mind. Thoughts
and images of Sebastian and me in various positions and exploits
came to the forefront. Punishment also appeared and sounded just as
good.

Oh yeah, I had
the exact thing. Oh boy was he in for it.

I shook my
head as a wicked smile lit up my face. The man nodded slowly, his
own smile pinching his cheeks. “Boy would I like to be in his
position when you get your nails into him.”

“Buy your
bitch
a car then.” I said and slammed the door closed,
clicking the fob afterwards.

Never said I
was a lady, Bruce.

This was just
ridiculous. Nothing looked right, no matter what I chose to
wear.

I stood in
front of the mirror in my bedroom and frowned at the dress I’d
pulled out of my wardrobe and fought to get on. It was orange, a
colour I loved and stuck to every single mould and curve my body
owned. I’d bought it a couple of years ago and now, it seemed I’d
put on some weight. In actual fact, it showed too much and not the
good too much either. I looked like a seal wrapped in orange
peel.

Shaking my
head, I ripped the material off and flung it over my head, not
caring where it landed. I now stood in my bra and knickers not
knowing what the hell to wear and that’s if any of it fitted.

God, I felt
like I’d put on a couple of stone or something. Maybe I had?

I groaned and
buried my head in my hands. Trust me to pick a time to play with
Sebastian all for me to have a period that was currently making me
feel like shit and then realise that I’d put on weight as well.
That was typical of me.

My eyes
drifted back to the mirror where I took in the whole of me. I gazed
at my boobs watching them wobble in the bra cups with every breath
I took. I then turned to the side and cocked my head taking in how
wide my stomach was then tried sucking it in, seeing if it looked
better or worse.

Who was I
kidding? Of course it would look better smaller and slimmer. Just
like me and every other woman on the planet wanted to be, at one
time or another.

My ‘another’
was now.

I groaned
again and sighed into my hands. This was just wrong, all of it.

Through my
fingers, my eyes found the mirror again, only this time they
drifted down to my thighs that wobbled slightly as I moved. I slid
my legs apart slightly, judging the thickness of my legs. They
weren’t too bad but still, everything on me could be a little
better.

“I wonder what
Sebastian sees.” I mumbled to myself then shook my head to get
those negative thoughts away and out of my mouth and mind.

Placing my
hands on my ample fleshy hips, I blew out a breath which disturbed
my fringe and focused. My cheeks were ruddy with exertion and my
chest was a pink flushed colour as my boobs breathed.

Turning back
to my wardrobe, I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth and rummaged
through my clothing tatter trying to find something sexy yet
comfortable.

Heck, did that
even exist?

Twenty minutes
later, I was still stumped. Maybe it would just be better to wear
jeans and be comfortable. Nah, what was the point in that?

My phone
continued to buzz as well which made me sweat even more and made
the butterflies in my stomach dance and sway to an imaginary beat.
I knew it was Sebastian bugging me, probably wondering where I was.
Well he could just damn wait a minute. I was stuck in a rut and it
was his entire fault.

Maybe if he
was like Sasquatch or something or maybe an ogre, I wouldn’t give a
shit but he was Sebastian Blackwell for God’s sake. He was the
gorgeous, rich bachelor. In the beginning I wouldn’t have cared
because I was me, Victoria Jennings. I didn’t get embarrassed or
worry about what people thought of me but obviously, Sebastian had
chosen me for a reason and there was a small part of me that as a
woman, knew that I had competition to keep Sebastian interested.
So, I wanted to dress up a little and show him I was just as sexy
as the next woman even though I was bigger and bustier than
most.

Not finding
anything to wear, I picked up my phone to call Jen and ask for her
advice when something caught my eye. I dropped the phone onto my
bed and quickly walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the Mac that
had tickled my glance.

The material
felt strange under my fingers but yet there was something about it
that made me tingle. I’d bought the Mac like much of my other
clothing a couple of years ago when I was a tad smaller and had
more money to my name.

I shrugged the
coat off the hanger, chucking the plastic instrument away from me
and slid into the Mac. It fit like a glove as I wrapped the belt
around my waist. I walked quickly over to the mirror and adjusted
the coat until I had it where I wanted it. I turned this way and
that way, eyeing the lines of the material and the flare it created
around my arse. It stopped mid thigh and made my legs look a little
longer. I knew once I had heels on, it would look better.

Nodding my
head, I unwrapped myself from the coat and placed the black Mac on
my bed. Next was underwear. Okay, well a bra at least or maybe
not.

Pulling my
bottom lip out with my thumb and forefinger, I stood at my
underwear drawer staring down at the mounds of bras looking up at
me. There were a variety of different colours, styles and
materials. Obviously, I had my favourites but this wasn’t about my
favourite, this was about what looked better and sexier.

I dug through
the heaps of bras and picked out the sexiest and set them down on
the bed then I walked through to my living room and grabbed the
thong Sebastian had bought me. I twirled it around my finger as I
walked back through to my bedroom.

Stopping at
the side of my bed, I stared at the stretched out thong in my hands
and hummed. Sebastian obviously knew my precise size and was
obviously okay with it, right? I mean him buying underwear bigger
than a normal woman’s or even a Barbie’s size didn’t put him off,
right?

“Stop,” I
snapped at myself. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t normally this worried
about a man. Normally, I would have said “Fuck him.” or “he can
take me how he sees me.” But again, this was Sebastian, the man I
loved, the man that made me feel things no-one ever had and
finally, the man who supposedly wanted me.

Who was I to
throw that away, just because I was insecure? No, I needed to snap
out of it and shut up before that mouth of mine opened and said
something to the wrong person or myself at least.

Shaking my
head, I sighed and blew out a long breath. I placed the thong next
to the bras and spent a few minutes matching up colours. Finally I
decided on a black balconette bra with white bows dotted along the
straps. The bra would hold my boobs out in front of me like hands
cupping them in offering.

Sexy not
comforting.

I ran to the
bathroom and quickly filled the sink with hot water and gave myself
a quick wash, inserted a super-plus sized li-let then brushed my
teeth. I stared at my face in the small mirror above the sink and
saw that my eyes were bright and the hazel colouring was tinged
with green. Funny, I’d never noticed that before.

Minutes later,
I was dressed in the thong that fitted a bit too snugly as in it
was stuck between my bum cheeks and making itself known in a couple
of places. The bra already pulled across my back, along my
shoulders and under my boobs.

I quickly
brushed some blusher over my cheeks highlighting the already
flushed look across my face and chest. A swipe of mascara was added
then a layer of cherry red lip gloss finished it off.

“Sebastian so
better appreciate this.” I grumbled as I pulled on the Mac and
nothing else. I brushed out my hair and let it flow down my back.
I’d washed it a couple of days ago so I had natural manageability
with it.

Lastly were my
shoes. I picked the highest, sluttiest pair I owned. I didn’t
really do shoes but trainers instead so when I pulled them out,
they were dusty to say the least. Giving them a quick wipe with my
trusty pack of baby wipes that were oh so handy when they were
needed, I swiped the wipe over them and held them up to the light
to inspect them. The shoes were black with six inch heels and red
straps that wrapped around the bottom of my legs. Thank God, I’d
shaved my legs and lady garden last time I showered.

I stopped in
my bedroom doorway with my hands on my hips wondering if I’d
forgotten anything. Then I rolled my eyes because I noticed my
phone lying on my bed. I quickly grabbed it and my bag, stuffing
the thing inside then went to my living room where both bunches of
keys sat.

With one final
look around my flat, I locked the door behind me and stepped down
the steps to the street below me. A December chill swept past my
legs and travelled up to my nearly bare centre.

“Holy shit,” I
quickly wrapped my arms around the tops of my legs and slowly
walked to the car. Now I knew how a man wearing a kilt felt. Damn,
that was chilly.

****

I pulled up
outside Sebastian’s place and opened the car door. My eyes were
riveted to the neon lights under the car. I would so have to thank
Sebastian personally for that little touch, I loved it. I mean the
whole car was a freaking dream to drive. It was an automatic so I
couldn’t crunch any teeth this time but God, it was amazing. It
just glided through the London streets. Part of me wanted to let my
lead foot take over but I controlled myself. I mean I did squeal a
little or maybe a lot when I caught a glimpse at the tacho and saw
only twenty miles on the clock.

Would it
really look so bad if I were to have thrown myself over the front
of the bonnet and humped it?

The first time
I’d driven Sebastian’s original BMW, I was nervous as hell but
there was something special about having something with your name
on it, knowing it belonged to you that waved that all out of the
window. The nervousness and trepidation was a thing of the
past.

Immediately
Bruce was on me. I don’t think he recognised me at first until his
wrinkled eyes widened until they were nearly popping out of his
eyes sockets. His orbs flicked up and down my body then he looked
away and cleared his throat. His old face flashed with intense
colour. Even in the darkened street, I couldn’t miss it. “Miss.
Victoria,”

I bit my lip
to stop from laughing out loud. It seemed that every time I saw
this man, I was on the verge of giving him a heart attack. Poor
guy,