Dear Glory

15. Seeking Glory

Chapter 15

Seeking Glory

GLORY

“ P rincess, it’s time. Did you hear me?” Sir kisses me and I stop reading my book and look up at him.

“Huh?”

“That must be one good book since you’re able to tune someone out even when you’re sitting in their lap,” he chuckles.

“Sorry,” I stretch, feeling like a fat lazy tomcat, “I was just so into it. It’s getting to the good part where the babies are about to gang up on the main lead,” I bite my lip in anticipation.

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he smiles brightly, running his thumb over my lips.

“I am, but Sir, when will you be done with work? I was thinking about running out to see if I can sell some of my pieces to some of the local shops. In addition to that, I wanted to visit a few of dessert cafés we missed the other day. I’ve been eager to try them out!” I wrap my arms around him, bringing my lips to his. “And I wanted to see if when we get back, you’ll be able to…” I wiggle my brows and he leans back and nuzzles my nose.

“Unfortunately, I’ll be a while but,” he pulls out his wallet and holds up a black card which I snatch up. “Why don’t you make the day on me?” I snort and peck him on the lips, standing.

“What do you mean? The day is always on you,” I tease, making him laugh, and it’s true, I haven’t had to spend a dime of my own money, which is usually not the case when I’m dating a man. “But I’ll be sure to use it wisely,” I sashay off to the door.

“No need. Spend whatever you like,” he counters.

“Oh and tonight?” I wait in anticipation…

“I’m never too busy for you, Princess.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear,” I wink blowing him a kiss. “Sir, don’t forget to miss me while I’m gone.”

“That you’ll never have to worry about.” He places his hands in his pockets, watching as I saunter off.

While I hate to leave him here since I want to spend time with him, I don’t want to stop whatever he’s doing. It must be important because every night he comes to the room exhausted and just pulls me into his arms to sleep. Usually, he’s out cold within a second.

Apparently, his soon-to-be ex-wife pulled some funny business with the company to screw with him, and now he’s working overtime to fix it, so I’m trying my best to not be a burden while he’s working hard. I’ll just get out of the house for a bit for some fresh air. When I return, we can pick out one of the VHS tapes he has in his home theater, pop some popcorn on the stove, and relax before we head off to the bedroom.

I squeeze my legs tight just thinking about it. I wonder when I became so wanton like this but this is undoubtedly all Sir’s fault. He truly wasn’t lying when he said he’d break me and make me into what he wants, but I’m okay with it. I’ve never been happier.

After I make my way up the steps to the bedroom, I change into a plain long sleeve grey cashmere striped sweater with a pair of thick Italian wool slacks and black boots. I add minimal jewelry for good measure and tie a cardigan over my shoulders.

For my hair, I roll it into a loose French roll, but I pout a bit since I can’t curl the few strands that I leave out. I do not have the wherewithal to take out my curling iron right now. I dust a bit of mascara onto my eyelashes, apply a bit of gloss on my lips, swipe up my Céline Macadam purse, and eye my reflection before nodding in approval and making my way downstairs to where the guys and Sir are waiting for me.

“SIR!” I run downstairs, nearly tripping, and the smile is wiped from his face, but I catch myself and run right into his arms. “I didn’t think you’d see me off.”

“First,” he swats my ass, glaring down at me. “Never do that again, you understand?” I rub my cheek, pouting, but I nod.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I was too excited to see you waiting here,” I admit, poking my lip out.

“I get that. However, no matter what, your safety is top priority. Do you understand?” Sir really is too much when he treats me like a kid, but since I find him adorable for caring so much, I let it go.

“I understand.” I stand on the tip of my toes and slide my tongue over his lips. “But more importantly, how much are you going to miss me?” I purr and he growls, embracing me tight.

“Fuck, I should throw everything to the side, take you upstairs an—” I place a finger over his lips and raise a brow.

“Down boy,” I smirk, “Finish work first and then tonight I plan to have my way with you, ” I simper and he chuckles.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, Princess, you’re too perfect, you know that?” His gaze causes my heart rate to beat so astronomically fast that I have to place a hand on my chest.

“I…” I pause to take a deep breath before looking over to him again. “Of course, I know that, but what’s more important is that you also know it. Women like me don’t come around often, so you better keep treating me good, okay?” I give him a pointed glare. The look of sheer desire spreads over his face as he snatches me up and slams me against the door in a sweltering kiss that makes me curl my toes in my boots. He grinds his dick against me, snatching my tucked in sweater from my belt and shoving his hands underneath my shirt, squeezing my breast, prompting a deep moan. Oh God, it’s been so long!

Since the yacht party, Sir made us pause sex for me to recover, giving me plenty of aftercare. It’s been amazing getting the massages and warm baths and all, but I want him!

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting more, trembling as he sucks on my neck prior to lifting my shirt and pulling down my bra, grasping my breasts in both hands. He jiggles them before slurping both nipples into his mouth while his eyes remain on me steadfast as his tongue slides across them.

“S… Sir!” I whimper, body vibrating as hot cream floods my panties.

“Shite,” he grunts. “You always know how to drive me crazy.” He kisses my nipples, sighing, removing the knee that’s holding me up as he quickly fixes my clothing, running his hands though his hair, jaw clenching, looking more frustrated than ever.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I tell him and tug his hand, but he only frowns, looking as if my apology made things worse.

“Go on before I ignore my better judgment and lock you away.” He spins on his heel and Lawrence and Fabian use that moment to open the door and usher me from the house out to the car waiting for me.

Once they help me inside, I look out the window to see Sir is standing there watching me with a look that tells me he wants to yank me back into the house, but he only waves goodbye as the car drives off and I do the same, gazing at him until he’s no longer in view. At that point, I face forward and pout, already missing him and regretting being so responsible and encouraging him to work.

“Ms. Glory, where would you like to head to first?” Fabian asks, but I sigh, not really feeling like being out any longer. Still, I want to be a good girl and not disturb what he’s working so hard on, so I need to not be too spoiled and find something to occupy my time until tonight when I’ll get him all to myself.

“Well,” I ponder and tap my chin. “Let’s go sell my pieces and then I want to stop at a clothing store I saw in Vogue that had a few pieces I wanted to pick up. Lastly, I want to check out the popular dessert shop I’ve been seeing in Cuisine et Vins.”

“Noted,” he nods, and I just sit back, relaxing the entire car ride, but I’m thankful when one of them puts in a cassette tape with my favorite music. I’m able to truly relax while nodding my head to “Right and Wrong Way” by Keith Sweat, singing along, thinking about Sir and how our relationship would be so wrong in many people’s eyes, but he truly does me and my body good, and I want to stay like this with him forever.

When we make it to the center where it’s like one giant fleet market, I’m pleasantly surprised with how fast I sell my clothes. In truth, they sent so fast to that people were asking me when I would stop by with more items or if I would get my own booth. After exchanging contact information for potential deals, I make my way to the boutique I’d seen in Vogue.

Fabian steps out of the car and stands guard while Lawrence exits and opens my door. Both stand, one in front of me while the other is behind while walking with me into the boutique.

At first glance, anyone worth their salt can tell I’m not the average customer, so of course, they drop everything and make it their business to greet me with flattery and lead me to a private room.

“En quoi pouvons-nous vous aider aujourd'hui, mademoiselle? Etes-vous intéressé par quelque chose en particulier?” (What can we help you with today, Miss? Are you interested in anything in particular?)

“Bon après-midi. Oui, j'aimerais essayer ces pieces.” (Good afternoon. Yes, I would like to try on these pieces.) I sift through the magazine provided and point to everything I want to see and potentially try on, then hand it to the shopkeeper, and his eyes widen, impressed at my flawless French.

“Oui, oui, quel excellent ?il vous avez, et puis-je dire que votre francais est magnifique, mademoiselle.” (Yes, yes, what an excellent eye you have, and might I say your French is magnificent, miss.)

“Merci. Mon père était en poste ici quand il était plus jeune et il a appris la langue qu'il m'a ensuite enseignée.” (Thank you. My father was stationed here when he was younger, and he learned the language, which he, in turn, taught me.)

“Oi! Quel homme astucieux, et quelle fille encore plus intelligente! Puis-je vous offrir un vin pendant que nous préparons vos pièces ?” (Oi! What a clever man, and what an even cleverer girl! Can I offer you a wine while we prepare your pieces?)

“Je vous remercie d'avoir dit une telle chose. Et oui, je prendrai un verre de Domaine de la Romanée Conti si vous en avez, s'il vous pla?t.” (I appreciate you for saying such a thing. And yes, I'll have a glass of Domaine de la Romanée Conti if you have it, please.) He reels back and places his hands on his heart, eyes going from curiosity to completely smitten.

“Oui, oui, tout de suite mademoiselle.” (Yes, yes, right away miss.) He claps his hands mobilizing everyone speaking rapidly and they all scramble hurriedly while I unwind and pull out the steamy book, His to Take by Rose Marie, that I’d been reading in my boredom at the house while I waited for Sir. It’s so thrilling and compelling that it’s hard for me to put down… to think a man would desire a woman so much he’s kidnap her and do such unspeakable things to her all in the name of love and lust…

As much as I want to put the gritty book down, I can’t and find myself turning the next page, hungrily devouring my favorite character Daxton’s harsh actions, oddly waiting for him to go further and do something even more daring. This character reminds me so much of Sir but even grittier, and the name Daxton… I love it!

I sit there reading for thirty minutes bobbing my foot with the soothing music playing on the speakers as Fabian and Lawrence standing at attention behind me. My attention is only snatched from my book when the shopkeeper comes over with a glass of red wine on a platter.

“Votre vin, mademoiselle.” (Your wine, miss.) He sets the platter next to me it next to me and I take the glass of wine offered, watching as a group of attendants file in, one carrying the chilled bottle I’m drinking from and the other with the clothing I’d picked out.

“Merci.” (Thank you.) I take a sip and he stands there, hands clasped in anticipation. “Mmm, magnifique! Refroidi à la perfection.” (Mm, magnificent! Chilled to perfection.) I smile and he bows, profusely thanking me as I sip the remaining glass even though I swore off alcohol… again, after the yacht engagement. But how can I resist when it’s this delicious?

I set my empty glass down and make my way behind the partition, where I undress quickly before coming out and gasping with the sad realization that Sir isn’t here to observe like last time. Hm… oh!

“Lawrence. Fabian… what do you both think? Will Sir be happy seeing me in this?” I slowly spin in the deep brown spaghetti strap silk low-cut dress that seems to match my skin tone perfectly, with a meticulously sewn-on rose in the front and smaller pieces on the side.

“Mr. O’Hara would be very pleased, Ms. Glory.” Fabian’s eyes take me in before looking forward once more.

“Really?”

“He is correct, Ms. Glory. Mr. O’Hara would be no less than thrilled to see you in that dress,” Lawrence encourages and I beam at the both of them.

“Okay! You’ve convinced me! I’m buying it!” I skip behind the partition and change again, and thus started our long and arduous exchange. By the time I’m heading to the counter to pay, Fabian and Lawrence look so exhausted. Meanwhile I’m a happy camper after finishing nearly half the bottle of wine and having purchased so many pieces that Sir would be happy with.

As the shopkeeper ushers us to the front of the store, Fabian helps me keep stay on my feet to where my multitude of bags and boxes are waiting on us.

The guys offered to take the card and pay for me while I wait in the car, but there’s something about swiping an unlimited black card that I wouldn’t dare want to miss, especially when it’s someone else’s money.

“Votre total sera de soixante-treize mille neuf cent trente-six euros.” (Your total will be seventy-three thousand nine hundred and thirty-six euros.)

With a cocky gusto, I whip out my Sir’s card, holding it between my pointer and middle finger, handing it to them as the girl sputters and graciously swipes, making the long receipt print out before she places it in the bag.

Once we make our leave, I’m flabbergasted that the day has gotten away from me so quickly. I hadn’t realized how much time we spent there, but oh well. I had an amazing time and their hospitality was second to none. While I wave goodbye, a man on a bike nearly rides right into me but Fabian grasps me tight as Lawrence snatches the guy up from his bike, leaving the guy to apologize profusely before he’s allowed to ride off on wobbling legs.

Maybe it’s my tipsy state, but I’d be remiss not to admire how extremely capable and attractive Fabian and Lawrence are. While Fabian is more along the type I’d dated prior to meeting Sir since I’d only dated black men, it is clear as night and day that Fabian is a cut way above those I’d been around.

His skin is flawless with not a pimple or blemish in sight. His faded hair is always cut neatly with not a hair out of place, and his clothes are always pressed to perfection. And if the brilliant and very real diamond earring in his ear and classy, not at all gaudy gold necklace laying on his broad chest have anything to say about it… he’s well off. He’s a guy my dad would love for me to bring home.

While Lawrence reminds me of a more adorable boyish version of Sir. His charming freckles and slightly long silky brown hair and light brown eyes coupled with his casual but neat in contrast to Fabian’s style fits him. He’s more laid back but always alert.

Both are great men that any woman would kill to end up with.

“Ms. Glory, are you wanting to visit the dessert shop?” Fabian asks, unfolding me from his grasp and setting me aside while Lawrence gets the door.

“Hmm, yes, but I’ll just take a few things to go since it’s so late, I don’t want to miss out on my time with Sir,” I inform them, getting into the car and nearly bounce off the seat, excited that I’ll finally get to spend time with him.

After I pick up the dessert and make a quick stop by a lingerie shop for a special surprise for Sir, we make our way back to the villa. I quickly open the car door, not bothering to wait on the guys, and go up the stairs.

“You guys have the staff set the pastries out for Sir and me in the theat— No, in the room! I want it to look beautiful, okay?!” I shout bursting in the door where I sprint to the bathroom where I quickly strip and shower, making sure to wash every nook and cranny before I put on my new silk La Perla underwear and robe and take out my hair pins from my French roll and shake out my hair, grimacing a bit when I notice my roots are in desperate need of a touch up or a perm, but I’ll worry about that later! Right now it’s time for Sir and me to spend time together!

When I come out of the bathroom, I’m pleased to see everything set up well beyond my expectations and just in time too because I soon hear the slow footsteps come down the hall and I hop on the bed, striking a sexy pose, by laying on my side cocking my leg up and placing my hands on my head.

As soon as he enters the room, he stops in his tracks and his eyes widen. It’s as if my body is in tune with him and begins pulsing. I don’t believe the wine I drank earlier helped, or maybe it did because it’s making me nice and slick for him.

“Damn… is all of this for me?” he growls, completely ignoring the pastries and coming directly over to me. My pussy creams when I smell that he must have showered in his office prior to coming up. His freshly showered scent mixed with his cologne intoxicates me more than the wine.

“Yes, Sir!” I bite my lip, opening myself to him as he dips his knee on the bed, eyes heavily lidded, and takes my lips in a kiss. I let out a moan while his lips slowly take mine. Yes! I missed this! I missed him!

I wrap my arms and legs around him and flip him over, grinding on him, undoing his robe and kissing his chest up to his lips. When I get no reaction from him, I frown and sit up, confused until I see why. Sir is sprawled out sleeping, lightly snoring, leaving me to deflate.

Sighing, I rein in my disappointment, knowing things like this happen with men of his caliber too, and I shouldn’t hold it against him.

“Can one of you help him get comfortable?” I wave and Fabian and Lawrence help take off his robe and get him in bed, where he sleeps peacefully as I snatch up the wine I had the guys bring from the store to enjoy for myself. It’s only a week… one more week and I’ll get him back to normal.