Page 29 of The Lies
“Hey, guys,” I say, crouching down to give each of them a hug followed by the gifts I brought. I’ve also got them sweets but I’ve learnt it’s best to give them sugar just before I’m about to leave! “This is Blake, be nice to him,” I warn, knowing what these little terrors are like.
Once the kids are in bed, Juliette orders dinner from her favourite restaurant and we have a lovely night catching up. Sophia tries her hardest to convince Juliette and Hugo to let her stay up with the grownups, but they’re having none of it, so after their third attempt of sending her to bed, they end up threatening her with cancelling her birthday party. Watching Sophia try to manipulate her parents makes me even more grateful that Sinead is as chilled out and lovely as she is. I’m pretty sure if she were more like Sophia, I would have questioned my sanity being with Blake. I love Sophia dearly but my lord, she’s hard work on her best days.
We eventually get to bed sometime after midnight, a little worse for wear.
“No waking the kids up with all the headboard banging now, you two,” Juliette warns as her and Hugo continue down the hall to their bedroom.
“We’ll be good,” I say, now seriously regretting staying in their house. We’d have had much more freedom in a hotel to do as we wished.
“I have a question,” Blake says the second the door is shut. My mind races with what it could be. Juliette and Hugo are the most unlikely of couples, so I guess it’s got to be something about them. I’m totally shocked by what comes out of his mouth. “Do you think we’d get away with christening their kitchen?” My mouth drops open in shock before I start laughing when I see his smile. “I reckon we could have some serious fun with that island.”
“You’re a nightmare. Can you unzip me, please?” I ask, turning my back to him so he can undo my dress.
“With pleasure.”
Blake pulls the zip down torturously slowly before making light work of the rest of my clothing and carrying me to bed. We look at each other horrified by the loud squeak it makes when both of our weight hits it.
“Fuck,” Blake complains. “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” he announces before standing up and stripping off. I watch in fascination as each piece of clothing reveals more of his perfection to me.
Once he’s naked he stalks over to me, giving me enough time to get my fill before covering his body with mine. It’s the softest and gentlest sex we’ve ever had. His movements are so slow and passionate they build me up to one intense orgasm that flows through me like waves and goes on forever before I feel him releasing inside me. He kisses me the whole time. I’ve never felt anything like it. It was never this way with Edward. It was just a means to an end, but with Blake, it’s so much more. Every time, it’s like he’s telling me how much I mean to him, and I’m becoming addicted to the feelings he ignites within me.
He rolls off and pulls me so my back is tucked tightly to his front. I’m just dozing off to sleep when I feel the need to ask him a question; I’ve no idea if it’s the alcohol or the doziness caused by my ever-lasting orgasm but the words fall from my lips.
“Did you just make love to me?”
“Hmmm,” he hums, making me think he’s drifted off to sleep, but then he adds, “Yeah, I think I just did. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, I think it is.”
Safe to say I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
* * *
“You lived here?” Blake asks, looking a little shocked as he takes in my old apartment.
“Yeah.”
“It’s—”
“Huge, impersonal, cold, not very homely…I could go on…”
“I was going to say impressive, but I can see where you’re coming from. So what’s the plan then?”
“Wardrobe first, then we’ll look at the furniture and other crap. Grab some of those boxes.”
I’ve organised to have some of my stuff shipped over to Ireland. I want all my clothes, shoes and accessories. Most of them won’t be worn by me ever again, but it’s all designer labels so they’ll be heading straight for eBay once I get a chance to photograph them. There are a few bits of furniture I actually picked out myself so I’d like them for my new flat. Everything else, Juliette is going to sell for me. I just need to get it all labelled up so she knows what’s going where.
“Holy shite, Addison,” Blake says when we walk into my dressing room. “This is fucking insane.” I watch him as he takes in the rails full of clothes and shelves full of shoes and bags.
“I know, I’m ashamed by how much there is.”
“You’re sitting on a fortune here.”
“That’s what I’m hoping.”
* * *
It doesn’t take us as long as I was expecting to have everything boxed up and moved to the living room.
