The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 50

“What?” Bobbie frowned up at him surprised by the fury.

“You wish you had never what? Never went to Houston? Never ran into me? Never brought the kids into my life? What is Bobbie? What is you’re regretting?”

“Olivier!” she couldn’t understand the cold rage coming from him and she stared at him in confusion.

“Now’s the time. You said you wish you had never and then you took off running. Don’t leave me hanging!”

She moved to her knees, stared at him, and realized he had misinterpreted what she had only partially said aloud, “no, Olivier, no.” She reached for his hand, and he backed away from her. “Olivier, please,” she rose to her knees and reached for his hand again and pulled him forward.

“Just say what you’re thinking Bobbie. Do you want to leave is that it? This is all too much? Spill it!”

“I will when you come sit with me. I’m not getting a crick in my neck staring up at your giant frame from the sand. Come here,” she tugged him down to sit by her.

They sat side by side not speaking for several minutes while Bobbie allowed Olivier to let the steam escape his body. He was tense and rigid beside her. She dug her toes into the white crystalized sand and sighed.

“I’ve been feeling a lot of guilt,” she whispered breaking the silence. “Every time I look at the kids, the way they look at you, the way they watch every single thing you do, I feel guilt. You’re an incredible father, Olivier. I couldn’t ask for a better man to co-parent with. It is breaking my heart I robbed them of eight years of you.”

She wiped a single tear off her cheek and looked at the droplet on her thumb. She almost laughed at herself for thinking she was all cried out. “I had so many chances to try to replace you and tell you about them. I was scared but it’s no excuse. Grady tried to push me, but I built you up into a monster. All I had to do was trust my heart and I didn’t.”

She couldn’t look at him as she stared at the view in front of her. “The night before I introduced you to the kids, we spent it in your hotel room, and you said to me I should have known better. In retrospect, you were right. I should have known. I loved you Olivier,” she felt him stiffen beside her. “I loved you so much. When I went into the room and Bernard and Cleo were there, I should have taken the cell phone you gave me and just called you. I should have had Darius throw the pair of them out and I should have called you and waited for you. I was young and insecure and had just lost my sister. I felt like I had lost everything and then they took you from me too and,” she whispered through a clogged throat, “I really did believe I was your whore.” She heard him take a deep breath, “but not once, not at any time when we were together, did I ever feel as if I was working.”

Her breath was catching in her throat, and she had to clear the frogs before continuing, “the two months we spent together were the best days of my life. I felt alive and vibrant. I knew Rosamunde would have loved you. I had stopped in to see her a couple of times while you were at meetings, and she told me she had missed seeing me smile and how I deserved to smile and so I let myself go. I let myself feel everything and God, I felt everything. I let myself be wild. I gave all of me to you and I took all I could from you. Every smile you gave me, every time you held my hand or rubbed my feet, danced me around the living area or washed me down in the shower, I just let myself have it. I let myself love you. Even when I thought it was coming to an end, I told myself it was okay. Better to have loved and lost and all that jazz.”

She watched the grains of sand as she cupped a palmful and let trail through her fingers to fall back to the ground. “I’m not the kind of person who trusts easily. Our childhood wasn’t geared to let us let our guard down. I should have known I wouldn’t have fallen in love with anyone who didn’t deserve it. I was too much of a closed off person to just fall in love with a criminal. My momma taught me better.”

She grabbed another handful of the sand watching it fall like in an hourglass like all the time she’d lost. “I feel guilty because had I just trusted my heart, we wouldn’t be here. I thought I didn’t deserve to have happiness and I chose to believe the bad instead of trusting in the good man you are. I loved you. I loved you so much and I was scared I wasn’t worthy of it and when presented with the first opportunity to believe I had been duped, I took it.”

“I’m a bad mother,” she whispered her voice breaking ignoring his hushed refusal of her word. “For eight years I argued with my best friend about telling the father of my children about his babies because I was scared. I was scared to replace you and to have you confirm exactly what Bernard and Cleo said and for you to say I had meant nothing. I was scared for you to reject me in person and so I let the monster they created bloom in my head. I robbed them. I robbed you. This week with you has reinforced how selfish I had been. A better mother would have put their needs ahead of my fears and it is so clear how much they needed you.”

She flexed her feet in the sand, “I can’t keep doing this to the people I love. I can’t keep hiding and being selfish just because I feel scared or slighted. I heard your dad on the phone with you tonight. He loves you so much and yes, he was wrong, I know he was wrong, and he knows he was wrong but not letting him apologize and to keep this fight going is not good for anyone. It’s keeping you from the man who loves you most. It’s keeping two kids who deserve to know their grandfather away from him. I love the three of you too much to let you suffer simply because I’m scared.”

“Bobbie,” her name was a croak in the night wind.

“I love you, Olivier. You don’t have to say it back and I’m not asking for anything in return but if I’m going to accept responsibility for my actions and to own the problems, I’ve caused with my selfish behaviour then I also have to be honest with you. I love you. I don’t think I ever stopped. Even when I thought I hated you, I think I loved you. I don’t want to see you punished any more than you are already being punished and so the kids and I will go to your parents’ home, and we will wait out the storm until you say it’s safe to come out.”

“I love you,” he spoke clearly though his voice was low. “I loved you the minute I saw you in the coffee shop and I have not ever stopped. I never will stop. No matter what you thought our relationship was in the beginning, it was love. On my part. On your part. It was love. I will choose to hold onto only this truth. I regret every single day not searching harder for you. I should have known Bernard lied. The man never told a truth a day in his life and like you, it was far too easy to believe a lie.”

“I’m sorry, Olivier,” her shoulders shook as she struggled to keep her composure. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

His arm snaked out around her shoulder and pulled her onto his lap. Their tears mingled together as he kissed her eyelids, cheeks, jaw, and forehead over and over. “There is nothing to forgive, chérie. Nothing. You are the best mother our children could have. I would never want for anyone else. I love you. I love you so much.”

She blinked watery eyes and cupped his cheek, “I wish I had never run. I wish I had been brave and stayed and fought. This is what I was feeling in the office. I wish I hadn’t let everyone down back then. I wish I had never run away.”

“I am glad you ran. Who knows what Bernard or Cleo would have done to you had you stayed. They might have killed you.” He took a breath, “Riggs gave you a brief rundown of the house in Florida but the room with the taxidermy, had b**m equipment and I’m talking maces, balls and gags with spikes, dog collars with nails. People got hurt in that room. The red velvet room, we’re convinced it is red to hide b***d. He always carries a weapon, just like many Texans as is his right to do. The fact you and Darius got out of the room without being shot speaks volumes to Darius’ skills. Never regret running. It saved your life. I am certain of it.” He cupped her face in his palms, “I found you now. All we have is now and tomorrow and every tomorrow after. I won’t ever lose you again.”

He kissed her gently then. His lips brushing against hers. The salty taste of their tears along their tongues revealing they both were emotionally charged. She sighed as his mouth caressed hers with the softest of touches, delicate and tender. Their noses brushing against one another’s as they adjusted to deepen the k**s. His rough beard from the few days’ growth chafed her chin but she didn’t want him to ever stop kissing her like this. It was sweet and perfect.

“Olivier,” she broke the k**s and put her forehead to his, “take me to bed. Make love to me on our last night here.”

He stood up and swooped her into his arms, carrying her back into the house. Bobbie pressed warm k****s along his neck as he carried her down the hall towards their bedroom, pausing to close and lock the door behind them. He stopped just shy of their bed before he set her on her feet and stared down at her, “I love you so much, Bobbie. I don’t know if I can ever express to you how much I love you.”

“I love you too,” she felt the quiver of emotion with the freedom the words gave her. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

“I’m going to hold you to your promise,” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Please do.” She sucked in a breath as his fingers trailed beneath the hem of her top. His fingers tickled as he gently tugged the shirt upwards, tracing her skin as he bared it to the coolness of the air-conditioned room.

She watched as he undid the button on her jean shorts and then slid them down her legs. His hands caressed her thighs, then her calves and then her feet as she stepped out of the denim. He was on his knees now and gently pressed a k**s to her inner thigh before hooking his thumbs over the edge of her panties. As he tugged them down again, he paused at the scar of her incision and placed a warm k**s.

“Each time I see this I am reminded of how strong you are. You humble me, Bobbie.” His breath was warm against her in the chill of the room, and she shivered as the heat of his words traveled to her skin. He lowered his lips from her incision back to the innermost part of her thigh, gently pushing her legs apart with his hands.

She whimpered as his teeth grazed the delicate flesh of her thigh and she pushed her fingers into his thick hair. His lips were hot and scorching as his fingers massaged and caressed the smooth skin under his touch. His tongue flicked upward, and she gasped as it connected with the soft folds between her legs. “Olivier,” she m****d as his fingers pushed her apart.

His tongue delved deep in a bold intrusive movement and her legs nearly buckled at the immediate sensation. His nose rubbed against her as he sucked deeply while his tongue forked in and out of her body. His hands continued squeezing and gripping her thighs, holding her legs apart as he devoured her. He cupped his hand up over her a*s and kneaded the tender area just where her a*s cheek and thigh met, sliding his fingers between her cheeks.

She gasped as switched gears and moved his hand back to the front of her, plunging two fingers deep inside her, almost rough as his tongue slipped up her slit and centered on her swollen nub. Her legs were trembling now as he focused on bringing her to climax.

“Bobbie, chérie, watch me eat you,” he commanded breathlessly. “I want you to watch as your juices fill my mouth when you c*m for me.”

She gripped his shoulders to avoid falling over at his dirty words and then his lips were attached to her clit like suctioned there, his brown eyes daring and naughty as he stared up at her while his fingers curled deep inside her to replace her sweetest spot.

It was all too much, the visual, the sucking, the plundering and massaging and she came undone, standing upright and her legs weakened and jelly-like, collapsed against him. She fell backwards against the bed and his mouth was hot and demanding as he drank every drop of her o****m.

As he stood up, cockily wiping his chin and licking his fingers she slid up the bed and watched him through heavily veiled eyes as he kicked off his clothes. His e******n was tall and proud against his stomach, and he stroked it with assured confidence as he moved to kneel between her parted legs on the bed.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” his words were thick, his accent pronounced as he took her in. Her skin flushed from her o****m, her p***y glistening and wet and her breasts full and swollen with n*****s hard enough they should hurt. “I could close my eyes and I bet I could describe every curve, nuance, valley, and ridge of your body. I have you committed to memory.”

“I like it better when your eyes are open,” she smiled at him as his eyes flicked up to hers from where he examined her nudity.

“I want you.” He leaned his h**s forward.

“I want you too,” she arched her pelvis to meet him.

He sunk deep into her, and she wrapped her calves around thighs and pulled him deeper.

“Olivier,” she m****d his name as he bent at the waist and pulled a taut n****e deep into his mouth.

“Tell me again,” his words were muffled against her breast.

He slowly began pumping his h**s against her in a leisurely sensual movement.

“I love you Olivier. I love you. I will always love you,” her voice cracked as he dove deeper. She ran her hands over his back, stroking the sinewy muscles of his sleek body while he kept a slow and steady pace. This was not their typical frenzied s*x. This was passionate, deliberate lovemaking and he was taking his time.

His hands didn’t leave an inch of her skin untouched as he whispered his love and adoration in her ear in both his spoken languages. Their fingers clasped tightly on either sides of their head, he kissed her languorously and with painstaking attention leaving no question as to his feelings for her while his h**s rose and fell in synchronized movements with hers.

Their legs intertwined in bronzed, sleek twists, Olivier promised her the moon and the stars and all the heavens in between while he loved her.

“I love you,” she called into the night as her climax spilled around her before he claimed her lips yet again.

It wasn’t long before he followed her with his own o****m, his own declaration of devotion spilling from his chest like a secret he’d been holding for far too long.

As they lay in the quiet of the darkened room, their breath laboured and their eyes locked, Bobbie smiled at him. “Wow.”

“Wow?”

“Mm-hm,” she grinned. “We didn’t get all carried away and end up on the balcony.”

“I do like the balcony.” He looked towards the patio doors, “but this felt pretty special.”

“I think so too.”

He stroked her cheek softly, “I adore you. The coming weeks might be hard but never lose sight of how much I love and adore you.”

“I won’t. You have to promise you will remember I love you. I love us. I want us.”

He rested his head on her chest and closed his eyes. “I promise. Thank you for tonight, Bobbie. For talking to me. For telling me how you feel. It has taken a burden of doubt off my shoulders. To know my affection is not one-sided means everything to me.”

They lay cuddled together for time before Bobbie complained of his weight and the need to get cleaned up. She was coming back into the bedroom and made a face, and he caught it.

“What is wrong?”

“Nothing.” She rubbed her tummy, “just the tell-tale feeling by morning my friend will have arrived.”

“Ah,” he motioned to the bed. “Come then. I will rub your back for you until you fall asleep.” He helped her into the bed, and she lay on her belly next to him.

She closed her eyes as his fingers began softly yet firmly massaging her low back and she hummed her appreciation. “It feels good.”

“Good.” He pressed a k**s to her shoulder, “try to relax and sleep. I feel tomorrow will be a busy and hectic day if we are going to try to return home.”

She was quiet for several minutes as he rubbed her back. “Olivier, would you ever want another baby?”

His hand froze against her back. “What?”

“Never mind. It was just something Everly said and now I can’t stop thinking on it.”

“You’ve been thinking of having another baby?”

“Maybe,” her voice was hushed and quiet as sleep pulled at her. “I kind of want to give you the full package from start to finish but at the same time I really like our family the way it is, just the four of us. We’re not outnumbered yet.”

He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight, “I am happy with whatever decision you want to make. It is your body which has to go through all of the process. I will not lie and say it isn’t something I fantasized about but there will never be pressure from me. I love our family too.”

She sighed into the pillow under her cheek, “maybe once all this chaos of paparazzi and NDA documents gets sorted, we can make a decision on it together.”

“I would like this very much,” he kissed her cheek, feeling the smile tugging on his own.

“I love you Olivier.” She mumbled as she drifted off to sleep in his warm embrace.

“I love you, Bobbie,” he replied as he fell asleep feeling the luckiest man alive.