Chapter 11 – Georgie
11
GEORGIE
I wake up the next morning with Silas’ head between my legs. I have no time to figure out what’s going on before I start to come so hard my entire body convulses with pleasure. Then, he’s licking his way up my body, pausing just briefly to run the flat of his tongue over the tips of my nipples, before he settles on top of me.
He’s smiling at me, which makes him look about five years younger than he usually does.
“Good morning, Georgie.”
“Morning.” It ends on a gasp as he enters me in one hard thrust. My entire body celebrates the invasion, and I bow up against him before wrapping my legs around him. It doesn’t take him long to work me back up to the pinnacle once again.
He doesn’t go easy on me, and I love it. His fingers dig into my flesh as he pounds into me. The roughness of his lovemaking makes me lose all sense of time and reality. All I want is this, to feel him inside of me, stretching me.
“Come with me, Georgie. I want to feel you come on my dick.”
The moment he says the words, another release hits me. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through me. He joins me, groaning my name as he pours himself inside of me.
Long moments later, he collapses on top of me, but I barely notice. Instead, I wrap myself around him tighter.
He sighs, the contented sound makes my heart happy. Silas raises his head and looks down at me.
“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
Who would have thought Silas Prescott would be so sweet after giving me the most amazing orgasms?
“I loved it. Promise.”
Again, another smile that makes him look so much younger.
“I wish I could stay here.”
I frown. “Where are you going?”
He sighs, but this one doesn’t sound as happy as the one he made earlier. “There’s a golf game I said I would be at with Milo, his dad and my dad.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Plus, if I stay here, I will want you again and I think after the three times last night and then the one time this morning you are probably sore.”
“I guess.” I would still rather spend the day with him.
“Tell you what, I will insist on only nine holes. But only if you promise to take a nice long bath.”
I feel my face flush and he chuckles. “You are the cutest.”
There’s a knock at the door. “Oh, I forgot I ordered breakfast last night. Stay here.”
He slips out of bed and grabs a pair of PJ bottoms that I didn’t know he had. He had gone from his suit to naked. He doesn’t let the man bring the cart in. He wheels it in himself. The smells of bacon hit me first, followed by sugary sweetness and coffee.
“You are definitely a god.”
He chuckles coming back over to the bed. “I like you too, Georgina.”
God, the way he says my name, it gets me all hot again.
“And stop looking at me like that. I won’t ever make it out of the room.”
I giggle as he pulls back and heads to the bathroom. I slip out of bed, wincing a little. He is right. I am sore from last night, but I don’t mind it at all. I find his shirt from last night and slip it on, buttoning it up. I have to find another pair of panties since he ripped my last pair.
I hear the shower come on and I force myself not to go in to join him. How on earth did I become this person? It’s like he flipped a switch and there is no turning it off. I wheel the cart out to the balcony thinking it will be a nice day to sit out there and enjoy the morning. In fact, I should text Hazel and see what she’s up to.
Me: Good morning.
Hazel: What the hell? It’s like 7.
Me: It’s after 8.
Hazel: No. I refuse to believe this is happening to me. Going back to sleep.
Me: I have coffee and French toast and bacon.
Hazel: Give me 15 minutes.
He comes out of the bathroom in less than ten minutes after going in there and looking as perfect as he always does. His polo shirt stretches across his chest, and I swear the shorts have been ironed to perfection. How, I have no idea, but he does it. Who would think he had been doing all those delicious things to me all night long? And this morning he looks like he belongs on the pages of Gentleman’s Quarterly magazine.
He stops and stares at me, his eyes going dark, and I know what he’s thinking, or at least, I have an idea.
“Maybe I should call my father and cancel.”
“Leave Milo with your father and his?”
He makes a face. “Yeah, he wouldn’t be happy. And I haven’t been golfing in forever.”
“You need it. Plus, Hazel is coming to share this feast.”
He frowns. “I should order you more, so you have enough.”
I laugh. “Silas, I don’t need more food. Why do you always seem to be trying to feed me?”
He pulls me out of the chair and kisses me, hard and fast. And with tongue.
“I want to make sure you have enough energy for later.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh again. It is so out of character for him.
Once I’m alone, I lean back enjoying the coffee thinking about how much has changed in twenty-four hours. I know that this isn’t serious. I want it to be, and he claims that it is.
Just then, I hear some woman beneath my balcony mention his name. I strain to listen to her talking and realize there is another person with her.
“I don’t understand what I am doing here, mother. You insisted that Silas was interested in me.”
I frown. What in the world? I get up and move to the railing hoping to hear better.
“He is. This woman with him is just sowing his wild seed, as they say.”
Who even uses that term anymore? Old people. Old people with money.
“Mother—”
“There is no way that woman interests him at all, other than for sex. She’s not one of us .”
And that’s when it hits me. She’s right. I don’t fit in here anymore than any of the staff. They actually fit in better than I do. Tears well up in my eyes as I hurry back into our room. This is fake, all of it, and the fact that I was fooled makes me an even bigger idiot.
I don’t think Silas is actually interested in that woman, no matter what her mother is telling her. But she is right. I don’t fit in here. I am not one of them. Even before my mother got sick, we weren’t rich. We were barely middle class. I hurry into the bathroom, gathering up all my things and tossing them in the suitcase. I know I’m being irrational, but I just need to get away from here. From him and all the pain he brings me. Because pretending to be in love with him will hurt me because I already love him.
I quickly change into my clothes and have my suitcase filled when there’s a knock at the door. Panic hits me first, then I realize that Silas wouldn’t knock.
“I hear you in there. You better have some French toast left.”
Hazel!
Ugh.
I zip up my suitcase and grab my purse. I’ll have to find the driver and beg him to take me back to the city. I open the door to find Hazel scowling at the door. She looks…disheveled.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving. I was stupid. This is stupid.”
“No, wait,” she says grabbing me, alarm easy to hear in her voice. “What happened?’
“Nothing. Everything. I don’t know, but I shouldn’t be here.”
She gently pushes me back into the room and lets the door slam shut. “Now, tell me.”
“We had a wonderful night. And it was…” I close my eyes as more tears stream down my face. “It was stupid, and I lost sight of what we were.”
“And what is that? What are you?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I open my eyes. “I fell in love with him. He’s only pretending.”
“No. He isn’t. You need to talk to him. Where is he?”
“Golfing.”
“Go to him.”
I shake my head. “You’re my best friend and I love you. But if I ask him how he feels and he says it’s just for fun, it will break me, Hazel. I can’t do it.”
I’m ashamed to admit it out loud, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. These last few years have been tough, and this might just be the thing that breaks me. All the fantasies I had about him didn’t come close to the reality and now I have fallen back to reality.
She sighs. “I’m going to get him. You stay here.”
I see the determination on her face and know I’ll have to trick her to get away. Yes, it is completely irrational because I work at their office and they both see me every morning. Either way, I just need to get away, get my insane heart back under control. Reality is where I have lived the last few years, and that is where I need to stay.
“Fine. I’ll wait.”
“Give me half an hour and I will get him back here. Don’t leave, please.”
I feel a little guilty because I am going to wait until she leaves so that I can escape. I do love her like a sister, but I have to protect myself. She will understand. She gave her heart to a man years ago who broke it, and she keeps it protected.
She rushes out of the door, and I wait for at least five minutes to make sure she is out of the hotel so that I can make a dash for it.
I leave the room in a rush, worried she will be faster than she said and that he will catch me. He isn’t going to swear his undying love to me, but he might try and save face.
And that is just something that will break me. I can’t pretend anymore, not for all the money in the world.