First let me thank everyone for all the support and well wishes. You guys brighten my days :D. My updates may still be slow, so please be patient.
Next, I'd hoped to redo another of my first fics for my two year fan fic anniversary, but I wasn't able to, so instead we'll celebrate with an extra long update of Drive. Hope you enjoy Lauren meeting the parents.
Chapter 11
The rest of the flight was spent tangled up in one another and I prayed to all the gods that the cockpit had soundproof doors. When we finally threw in the towel, we stayed in bed sharing little details of our lives until it was time to get ready. My thoughts kept drifting to the little tidbits she'd revealed about her family life while I dressed.
Bo was never comfortable with being from old money or the expectations that were placed on every little detail. Apparently it was worse being the oldest child. She loved her family, but just like mine, they could be overbearing and most visits home would end up a stressful affair. Her sister was the living embodiment of an entitled brat who never worked for anything and rivaled Paris Hilton's socialite activities. Unlike her sister, Bo preferred to stay out of the media as much as possible and began separating herself from her family by earning her own money. She started at eighteen and now at thirty-five, had made her own billion plus. She never got a fancy degree, just used what she'd learned from her family and her own keen business sense. As if Bo wasn't impressive enough to look at, learning her back story just made her the total package. Bo was so much more than the bitch she portrayed to the world. There was more than even a Google search turned up. She was well-rounded, caring, strong, smart, funny, passionate and beautiful. She'd probably surprise me continually for the rest of our lives together. I fell a little more in love with my brunette beauty. For a split second, I wondered if it was truly possible to love her anymore than I already did?
And then that tiny inkling of doubt crept in. The one I'd been keeping at bay and smacking down whenever it reared it's ugly head. But his time it overpowered me when I realized just how deep I was in this relationship with Bo. It was uncharted territory for me. What should I expect? How should I act? Was I doing this whole relationship thing right?
When I was with her everything just flowed and nothing else mattered. I'd fallen so, hard so fast. I already had her in my life's plans without even thinking about it. What would happen if we didn't work out? Would I be able to go back to just being me and the car business?
"Hey, what's on your mind good lookin'?" Her arms wrapped around my waist as her soft lips found a spot on my neck.
Just like that every doubt disappeared. There was no way being with Bo wasn't right and no reason it couldn't be forever. I just had to keep fighting that little nagging voice inside my head. And I would, because I wanted Bo forever. Of that I was sure.
"Nothing." I played it off. I put the finishing touches on my makeup.
"You sure, because that wasn't you're 'nothing' face." Her arms wrapped tighter. Bo's gaze met mine in the mirror.
She knew me too well already. I couldn't lie to her. I wouldn't lie to her. "I was just thinking about how much I love you and how easy it is when we're together. Then I had this second of doubt about whether or not I was doing this right." I paused and studied her expression. She listened intently with no outward show of concern. "But the moment you pulled me into your arms, it was gone. Nothing has ever felt more right." I was overcome with emotion I wasn't expecting. The open admission left me feeling more vulnerable than I ever imagined, especially since we'd already professed our love.
Bo's warm brown eyes stayed locked on mine. Now they were just as full of emotion, but held a hint of uncertainty. "I couldn't agree more. You make me happier than I've ever been, Lauren." She kissed my cheek. "May I ask what you meant by 'doing this right'?" She was honestly asking. Her tone held no judgement, only questions.
"Just that I've never really done relationships. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do or what comes next. I worry that I'll mess this up and that's the last thing I ever want to do."
"So much pressure on yourself. You forget that I'm in the same place as you. I think if we just keep going like we have we'll be fine. There's no defined path or time table. We're doing great in our ignorance." She laughed and it drew one from me as well.
She was right. For a couple of people that knew exactly what to do in business, but no idea about relationships, we were doing great. Perhaps going with the flow on our own instincts would keep us on the right path. "I think you're right."
To my surprise, the expected quip about being right never came. She just offered me a smile and said we should be seated. In a matter of minutes the plane would be landing. Then it was on to our first formal meeting of the parents.
Just go with the flow, right?
Twenty minutes later we descended the steps of the plane. Bo hurried down before me and waited anxiously for me to reach her. She was bouncing like a kid at Christmas and I had no idea she'd be this excited to see her parents after the things she told me.
I had to smile. She was adorable. She fucking sexy and yet so childishly adorable when she was like this. It still amazed me the way she could be both things simultaneously.
"I didn't think you'd be this excited to go home. Or are you still high from that epic mile high sex marathon we just had?" I laughed as her excitement turned to a light blush and her dimples came out to play. I loved those damned things.
"Well I am definitely still buzzing from that." She took me by both hands and kissed my cheek. "But it's something else. You're gonna love it. Come on." She drug me by the hand. I stumbled a few steps, but regained my balance and laughed it off as she pulled me by the hand out of the hangar and around the corner.
The sight of it sent my jaw to the floor. "But..."
"I know right? Gorgeous."
"Yeah. Wow!" A Bugatti Veyron Pur Sang? One thousand plus horsepower of pure automotive perfection. It was the Bo of cars.
"Well, not as gorgeous as you," she purred, "but for her..."
She smiled that goofy smile I loved so much when she was sucking up. Not that she needed to suck up. "Oh my god Bo, but I thought you were waiting for something big to buy your dream car?"
"I was." She shrugged. "But then I met the girl of my dreams and I figured, why wait anymore? I might as well get the car of my dreams too?"
"You're such a romantic." I tried to play it off, but inside my stomach was fluttering from her admission. I dipped my head, pretending to check out the meticulously fine details of the carbon and aluminum hand crafted automobile while concealing the blush that was no doubt on my cheeks. "She's beautiful, Bo. Congratulations." I dragged my finger along the smooth line of the metallic paint then looked back up, meeting her eyes that were sparkling like crazy.
"She may be beautiful, but you my dear, are exquisite." Bo pulled me into her embrace and kissed me with a passion that only she could. The kind that turned me to jello. The kind that made me forget everything else in the world. A kind of kiss I wanted to enjoy everyday for the rest of my life.
But like all kisses they had to end and I was left speechless. "Bo..." I couldn't hide it this time. She was holding me in her arms and not allowing me to escape her gaze while my neck and cheeks heated up profusely. She had an uncanny ability to make me blush with such simple gestures or words. I hated it.
Liar. I loved it. I hoped it would still happen when we were sixty plus years old.
"Thank you. And you are exceptional. Incomparable."
"Someone's been using the thesaurus."
"Nope. Word of the day calendar," I teased.
"Either way, thank you."
I kissed her nose. "Now that we've gushed over how perfect our other halves are, are you ready to take your dream girl for a ride in your dream car?"
"Oh yeah." She beamed. Bo held out her elbow in proper fashion.
I giggled and bowed my head, locking my arm in hers as she led me to the passenger side and opened the door. I'd always wanted to ride in one and of course, drive one. Bugatti was one of a kind, just like Bo.
XXX
The car was fantastic. Everything I ever thought it would be, which made the ride after the flight that much more enjoyable. Usually I'd be feeling so cooped up by now I'd be cranky, but not this time. Being with Bo helped too. I was always happier with her.
Bo said it would take nearly an hour to get to their home outside the city due to traffic. Her parents enjoyed escaping their uptown penthouse on weekends and holidays and had purchased a large mountain estate. When we'd left the bustle and lights of the city behind the drive we were surrounded by tall evergreens and forest. They were beautiful, but couldn't match the sight of Bo. She was perfection in a power suit. Add riding in a dream car and it was a match made in heaven. I had to constantly talk myself out of asking her to pull over and let me try to cram myself into the driver side for a quickie. I swear I never craved sex with anyone this much before. I might actually have a problem.
I took a deep breath and reached down deep to turn my focus back to the scenery. I needed to calm myself down. This wasn't the time to revisit my teenage libido years when I was about to meet her parents. Parents who happen to be among the richest people on the planet.
We pulled off the main road and up to a large black gate between two very large rock walls that stretched as far as the eye could see. Mount Ranier was within clear view. She typed in a code and drove through. Along the way there were several smaller cabins then a large, expansive, log style mansion on the hill. Now, when I said smaller, I meant more like several thousand square feet, but that was just a drop in the bucket compared to the main house where we just stopped.
Bo placed the car in park and switched it off then looked at me with a cautious smile. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
She reached over and gave my knee a supportive squeeze. "At least we're not meeting them when I have you in a compromising position on the counter."
That drew a laugh from us both and reminded me that one of these days we'd have to see my parents again. I also needed to get my key back. "Thank goodness for that."
With a soft smile and a wink she opened her car door and got out.
I paused and took a deep breath. No going back now.
Bo opened my door and offered her hand like. The gesture made me smile. I took her hand and stepped out of the car, interlacing our fingers as we moved toward the house.
These truly were one of the five most wealthy people in America and everything about the place screamed royalty. There was a man standing at the front door in a perfect butler-esq looking suit. The sight of him set nerves in my stomach into a tsunami sized roll. I wasn't usually nervous with people or even intimidated, but this was a big moment and even though she hadn't said it, I could tell it was an even bigger moment for Bo. We hadn't discussed how many people she'd introduced to her parents or even how they'd responded to anyone she'd dated before, but it was sure to be intense. People of their stature would be watching my every move and judging every response. It wouldn't be far fetched for them to see if they could rattle me. Maybe I should have asked more questions.
"Hello George," she greeted him.
"Hello Ms. Ysabeau." He bowed his head slightly.
"George," she scolded.
"I know. I forget now that I don't see you much anymore."
Bo smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "You're forgiven. I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Ms. Lauren Lewis."
"Oh, very lovely to meet you ma'am."
His broad smile and gentle eyes were endearing, bringing a bright smile to my lips as well. "Thank you, George. Very lovely to meet you as well and to be here."
"If you need anything I am at your service."
"Thank you, but I'm sure that won't be necessary."
"As you wish, but you may be in need of a stiff drink later." He winked at Bo and they shared a laugh. Neither of which did anything to ease my nerves.
I smiled and went along with it.
George opened the door for us, but Bo pulled me to a stop before we entered. She leaned in close to my ear. "My father will be the quiet, judgmental one that's always thinking of how every little thing reflects on the family," she whispered. "My mother is the overly attentive one, or as I call it, nosey, that wants to make sure someone is good enough for me and the family. My sister, Kierstyn, will be the unmistakable fake blonde, prima donna bitch. But she'll be over the top friendly and act like she gives a shit about us. But don't worry, you'll be fine. I promise. Just be you. Whatever version of you you're comfortable with."
I chuckled. "Gotcha." I took one last long deep breath as Bo led us inside. Time to pretend I was at work and act like a duck. Smile and let it all roll off my back.
We weren't much more than three steps inside when an elegant, dark haired woman who was unmistakably Bo's mother strode quickly towards us. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun and she had a brilliant smile that stretched from ear to ear. I could see where Bo got her looks and other physical attributes from. Trailing behind her was a tall, handsome dark haired gentleman with a serious expression and a familiar sparkle in his eye. His hair was perfect, as was his goatee. The two of them looked like a pair of fashion models from a North Face catalog. The picture perfect house, clothes and greeting. Everything you'd expect from ridiculously wealthy people.
"Ysabeau, so happy to have you back home. You really should visit more often." Her mother wrapped her into a tight hug and kissed her on the cheek.
Her father leaned over the pair and kissed Bo on the other cheek. "Hello dear. So good to see you again. I hope your trip went well."
"It did thank you." Bo unraveled herself from her parents, looking a little confused.
Her expression made me wonder if this was her usual greeting, or all for show. I hoped it wasn't for show. Bo was so amazing and deserved all the love in the world.
"Who do we have here?" Her father turned his attention to me. Her mother did the same after smoothing out Bo's blazer.
The knots in my stomach tightened. Did she neglect to tell them she was bringing me?
Bo reached for my hand and interlaced our fingers. She gave it an encouraging tug that brought me a few steps closer. "Father, I told you on the phone that I was bringing someone."
Her mother gave him a condescending look. One that told me he more than likely forgot or ignored things he was told quite often.
Bo closed the rest of the space and wrapped her arm around my waist with a smile. "A very special someone, actually."
Dear god Bo, don't make me blush in front of your parents.
"Mom. Dad. I want you to meet my girlfriend Lauren. Lauren Lewis."
She was beaming. Bo said it with such pride that I had tears threaten to break loose. No one had ever been that happy to introduce me to their family before and I couldn't help but be overwhelmed with the love she showed me.
Her mother lept in and gave me a hug before Bo could finish the introductions. "Lovely to meet you, Lauren. I'm Evelyn." She released me and looked at Bo. "She's beautiful dear," she said with a wink.
Sweet Jesus, never mind Bo. Don't let mom make me blush.
The whirlwind continued as her father stepped in and took my hand in a perfect gentlemanly manner. "Lauren, we are pleased to have you as our guest. I am Alyn."
"Thank you both. The pleasure is all mine. It is very kind of you to open your home to me." I offered my most sincere smile. They seemed sweet enough, but it didn't quell my nervousness. Bo's words rang in my head and every little thing would be analyzed. I'd be putting those old etiquette classes to good use this weekend. I doubt these people even use contractions in a text, much less when they spoke. Let's not even get into which fork goes with what. I was already exhausted.
"Lauren, what is it that you do?" Alyn was ready to begin the inquisition not five seconds into meeting him.
"Father," Bo scolded. "Can't you at least wait until we've settled before you begin grilling my girlfriend."
"Yes Alyn, where are your manners?" Evelyn followed Bo's lead, but it was obvious she was just as ready to dig into my life.
Bo addressed her father, "I can assure you she's quite successful in her business." Her stern gaze fell to her mother. "But I'm sure mom already knows that."
Evelyn looked away with a shrug. "It's nothing personal. Just the allure of the easy access of the internet and wanting to keep an eye on my daughter."
"It's fine and completely understandable. I have nothing to hide." In truth, it was off putting, but what could I say? I was guilty of doing it too.
"Well now that settled. Shall we?" Alyn started walking to some unknown destination and we all followed.
Her parents led us deeper into the house, all the while chatting it up with Bo. I followed them blindly, Bo's hand still in mine while I took in my surroundings. I marveled at the enormous space of the great room with a panoramic window view of the mountain. Absolutely gorgeous. We ended up in a small kitchen with a dining nook that overlooked the giant expanse of evergreens. It wasn't what I would've expected, but something told me this wasn't the main kitchen.
"Honey," Evelyn began, "Chef Bradford prepared your favorite pot roast. We figured you would be hungry after your trip. I hope you like it, Lauren. If not, we can have something else made for you."
"No. No. That's not necessary. I love a good pot roast."
"Fantastic. I guarantee you it's the best. I stole Chef Bradford from old Gatesy. Bill is still mad he lost that golf game." Alyn flashed what seemed like his best attempt at a friendly smile. The man sure perked up when it came to winning. He was nice, but socially awkward and stiff. Very serious. Stuck in his head might be a good characterization. One could only imagine all the things he had on his mind.
"Look who finally came home." A high pitched woman's voice rang out from behind us. "If it isn't big sis Bo."
"Hello Kierstyn. I'm surprised you didn't have a big welcome party planned seeing as how much you love the limelight." Bo's response was dry, delivered with a smirk.
I turned and there she was. She was taller, but with Bo's build and the same family charm. Her hair was dyed a fiery red. But unlike Bo, everything about her screamed "look at me." Then again, having Bo as your sister probably meant you had to work harder to be seen. She kept her eyes on me as she approached. I couldn't read the look she was giving me. If she was trying to intimidate me she was failing miserably. More over, she seemed curious. Bo said she enjoyed playing games, so she was probably trying to feel me out so she could stir the pot later.
Good luck.
She stopped in front of me and looked at Bo. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Bo gave her a look, then relented. "Lauren, this is my siste,r Kierstyn. Kierstyn, this is my girlfriend, Lauren."
She held out her hand, which I shook politely. "Nice to meet you."
"And you, Lauren. Nice job, Bo."
"Thanks. Now leave her alone," Bo snipped in response.
That exchange went exactly as I expected.
"You two stop it." Evelyn broke in. "Can't be in the room together for two seconds." She shook her head.
Alyn stood up like he was about to make a toast. "Well, now that I have you both here, I have an announcement. The Dennis family has given the Benaroyal Hall a one million dollar endowment for the arts. Tomorrow night at seven will be a special performance in our honor. We are all expected to attend."
Bo let out a hard sigh that caught me by surprise. She was already irritated about something.
"Why do you always do this to me, spring these events last minute?"
"Ysabeau, calm down."
"No father, we were supposed to have a family weekend with just one business meeting. Every time I come home there's always a surprise."
"This is family. Our family being honored for contributing to the community we've lived our entire lives. Several generations actually," Alyn countered proudly.
"Whatever. That's great. I'm proud to do that, but you're missing the point." Bo leaned back in her chair and picked at her food.
"What's the point I'm missing?"
Evelyn placed her hand on his arm. "I think she's saying she'd like you to tell her ahead of time about theses things."
Bo nodded. "That would be appreciated. And I'd like us to actually do what we're going to do when I come home. It never ends up family. Always work. I can work in Vegas. You wonder why I don't come home often."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. We always welcome you home. We are happy to have you and would love to see you more often."
Tensions ran fast and often in this home. Wasn't hard to see the frustration on Bo's part. Her father was all business and a daughter wanted time with her parents, not her boss.
The air in the room grew heavy as the two stared one another down. Kierstyn was content to watch it all play out from afar. Me, I felt trapped. I was an outsider sitting in on a private family matter. That was bound to not set well with Bo's parents. Appearances were everything.
Alyn cleared his throat and straightened his cuffs. The stand off was over, but long from settled. "Sorry you had to see that Lauren."
I didn't say anything, just focused on my pot roast, which really was the best I'd ever tasted.
"I will have Giovanni's here at ten in the morning. My dear, I trust you will bring Lauren down so that you can both pick out dresses for the evening."
"We will be there."
"Very good. It's getting late. We're going to retire." He nodded to me, Bo and Kierstyn. "Take your time and eat as much as you like. We will see you all in the morning."
Evelyn stood to leave with him. "Good night girls. And if you want breakfast, we plan to eat at eight thirty. But of course you can eat whenever."
Kierstyn parted seconds after them with nothing more than good evening and another silent appraisal of me, leaving Bo and I alone.
"So that's the family," she said between bites, still picking at her food slower than usual.
"It's okay, Bo."
"I get so tired of him doing that. It happens every time. Always something he throws in."
"I'm sorry its like that for you." We were quiet for a few minutes. Just the two of us dining alone is a giant house. "This really is the best pot roast."
Bo laughed. "It really is. He doesn't joke about food or money."
"Rules to live by," I replied with a grin.
"Come on." Bo set her fork down and got up. She grabbed our plates and went to the fridge. She scraped them into the larger bowl and covered it. "Let's take this to our place so we can chill out and eat."
So we weren't staying here. I guess one of the "small" houses we passed on the way in was Bo's. "Sounds great. Lead the way."
"And FYI," she said as she glanced over her shoulder. "We're not going to breakfast with them. I'll have something yummy sent over so we can sleep in and snuggle."
Gourmet breakfast in bed with my gorgeous girlfriend? Heaven. "I like the sound of that."
XXX
A night out with American royalty at the Benaroya Hall Seattle Philharmonic sounded enjoyable enough, but I was stressing. This was a big deal and there would be a large audience. There would be plenty of judgement and not just from Alyn and Evelyn. I considered myself a strong, confident woman, but this was more of a private matter, me with Bo. With the photographers present this was bound to make some very public national news in some form or another. I'd done a few events with Mandy and another famous somewhat-ex of mine, but that was small news. Anytime Bo stepped out into the limelight it was a big deal since she was so guarded. Even through the worry of it, I was happy, proud, honored or whatever word best fit the situation, to be Bo's date tonight. Judging by the way she'd been looking at me I'd say she's pretty happy about me being here as well.
But I wasn't the only one feeling tense. Bo wasn't happy about her father throwing this on us, or about going to a big public showing even though they'd donated all that money. Sounded like this wasn't the first time and I doubted it would be the last. Maybe he thought Bo wouldn't show up if he'd told her. From my observations they had an interesting and strained relationship.
Still, we'd both agreed to make the most of our first big night out together and that was exciting.
I pinned my hair up, wrapping it into a high bun with a stick through it?
Bo sauntered in behind me, looking every bit like a billionaire in her long, black Versace gown with diamond earrings, matching necklace and bracelet.
I eyed her in the mirror and she smiled as her eyes drifted down the expanse of my exposed back. She moistened her lips. Just the sight sent a shiver down my spine. It was crazy the way my body had a mind of its own around her.
I smiled over my shoulder. "Zip me up?"
She laughed and stepped closer, more like stalked. She was looking me up and down as if I were her prey. "I'll try, but no promises that I don't tear you out of it instead."
A small uncertain laugh escaped my lips. Bo had a serious gleam in her eye and a big part of me wanted her to do it. To hell with the symphony.
She took a hold of the zipper and eased it up slowly. A feather light kiss placed every inch as she moved up my back. Goosebumps spread across my skin and a smile pulled so big I had to check myself in the mirror to see if it was as big as it felt. This was like some kind of fairy tale.
When she reached my neck she groaned. Her hot breath caressed my skin and made my pulse thunder. "I've never seen you with your hair up like this."
"You like it?" I studied her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were glued to to my neck. It was oddly exhilarating.
"Love it. Your neck is just..."
Some kind of satisfied sound emanated from her. I swear it was purring. Not a second later she gently nipped along the nape of my neck. Not enough to mark, but the scrape of her teeth sent a lightening bolt through me. Her head nudged mine over causing me to arch away from her. Bo continued to work her way up every inch of my skin while her arms wrapped me up possessively.
I was putty in her arms and folded back into her body, powerless to do anything else. Her nips turned to open mouth kisses, then to velvety strokes and swirls from her tongue that scorched their way across sensitive skin. Every little touch only served to stoke the embers of ecstasy in which we'd so often lost ourselves.
"Bo," I rasped out, surprised that I was able to make any sound at all. "We have-oh my god." She sucked my earlobe into her mouth and bit softly. If this went on much longer we'd either not be making the date with her parents at all, or we'd be late because I'd have to shower and start over. My breath was shallow and I was about to lose my last threads of control.
"You were saying," she chuckled against my skin, but not missing a beat as she worked her way down the other side of my neck. Of course I leaned away, allowing her to do whatever she wanted. Hell, if she wanted to blow her parents off that was up to her, but I doubted that would make for the stress free weekend Bo wanted.
"Mmmm. I uh..." The spot she just hit wiped my memory clean. Whatever words rational words I held had vanished into thin air. She knew just how to touch me.
"I swear I can never get enough of you, Lauren Lewis." One hand worked its way up and tugged the strap of my dress down to expose my shoulder.
We were headed in a downward spiral fast. What was it I wanted to say before...
"Oh yeah, your parents." I can't believe I was even trying to get her to stop, but deep down, that was what had to happen. At some point in our relationship we would need to gain some control over our libidos.
Not a lot, but some.
"But this is so much better," she whined. "How did I not realize how absolutely succulent your neck was?"
I laughed out loud. "Succulent, Bo? Really?"
"Laugh if you want, but when I saw you with your hair up, I suddenly had a neck fetish. I just had to touch it. Taste it." She swirled her tongue just below my ear and then sucked the sensitive flesh into her mouth, letting it go just as fast as she took it.
Fuck that felt so good. It was also otherworldly good when she did that in another area of my body, but I tried not to think about that. "I umm..." I sighed, grasping for every bit of strength to be the voice of reason here. "I promise to let you enjoy it again afterward, but we really should get moving." Deep breaths. That was what I needed. Deep calming breaths. "I get the impression your father wouldn't be very happy if we were late, much less missed all together."
"You'd be right. So exhausting." She finally ceased her sweet torture and rested her chin over my shoulder. We stared at ourselves in the mirror. "I don't even want to go. He always pulls stuff like this. I don't know why I was surprised."
Reaching up, I pressed my hand to her cheek. "You don't like the symphony?"
"Oh I do, but I hate the pomp and circumstance of anything he puts together. There will be a red carpet and pictures and all that shit. They love it."
"I see. Well, you'll have me there. I'll help you get through it. I also love the symphony."
"Yeah? I have to admit I'm looking forward to showing you off."
"It's our first official outing as a couple huh?" We'd been doing our own thing and staying away from big events. That wasn't really our scene. I loved that Bo was more low key. Not that those events and galas weren't fun, but they were exhausting and so pretentious.
"Yep. You ready for it? It's only been a few months. I don't want to put any pressure on you." Her tone let on that she was worried about tonight.
"Bo relax. I can handle it and being your date in public is no pressure at all." I hoped she bought that. I was doing my best to sell myself on it.
"You say that now." She winked and slid the dress strap back up. Bo placed a chaste kiss on my cheek and zipped the dress the rest of the way up.
"I'll say it later too. I'm proud to be your date and I am well aware that it will come with a few adventures and probably even some inconveniences. But that's okay. At the end of the night we will be back to just the two of us and our private life." I spun around and draped my arms over her shoulders. We pressed our foreheads together and breathed in the same air. "I love you, Bo."
"I love you too, Lauren. So much." She paused for a moment. her eyes shimmered, her brow creased like she had something else to say and then it was gone. Instead she breathed out a strained breath and smiled softly. "I'll let you finish up without my hands all over you."
"Okay." My mind wandered, wondering what it was she wanted to say, but couldn't. We unraveled ourselves. The way we were able to have these loving moments intermingled with seductive ones was something I'd never experienced. We were so unbelievably comfortable with one another it was like we'd know each other our entire lives. "But I hope you will have your hands all over me again when we get back. You need to finish what you started little lady."
"You got it baby." She smacked me on the ass and walked out of the room.
I forgot to mention the silly moments we had amid the sexy ones. So often it made me feel like a teenager hanging with my best friend. Well, a best friend that I also had a lot of sex with.
In a matter of minutes I'd cleaned myself up, retouched my makeup and was ready to go.
Bo was waiting by the front window, turning when she heard me make my entrance. "Stunning." She approached me, grabbing a small box off the table on her way over. "But I think it needs just one more thing." She opened the long black box with the Harry Winston name on the front. Inside was a breathtaking platinum and diamond necklace with diamonds all the way around.
"Bo, I couldn't-"
"I won't take no for an answer. This is one of my favorites and I want you to wear it. It matches your bracelet and earrings and it'll put the finishing touch on your gorgeous Armani ensemble."
I was stunned silent.
Bo walked behind me and reached over my head, placing the necklace against my skin so she could latch it. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Twenty five carats could never overshadow your beauty. You're positively breath taking." Her lips met my neck one more, but this was soft and loving.
Twenty five carats? Good lord that's a lot. I was sure there were plenty of far more expensive jewels, but for someone like me who didn't wear much jewelry, that was huge.
My hand moved to the necklace against my chest. The cold metal and heavy stones against my skin was an odd feeling. Bo turned me to the living room mirror. She was right. They were perfect for the black and silver trimmed, low cut vintage dress. The adoration in her eyes and the fairy tale gown, I never felt more beautiful in my life.
Bo's dress resembled mine enough that we looked like a matching pair. She extended her arm towards me with a bombshell smile that set me at ease. She was putting on all the charm with dimples for miles. "Ready my love?"
I'd be a fool not to be. "To spend the night on the town with the most stunning woman in the world? Absolutely." If it was possible, her smile just got brighter. She wasn't the only one with charm. I hoped my show of confidence would ease her mind and give her strength, as well as myself.
And just like that we were out the door, into her car and speeding toward what I'd hoped would be an uneventful night with the parents in a hugely public arena. But I didn't want to think about it so I turned the radio up. The song just happened to be Cobra Starship's "Never Been in Love Before." How very appropriate. I smiled at Bo and we both started singing. We sung along to whatever came on all the way to Benaroyal Hall using the music as a diversion for our nerves.
We approached the hall and there was a lane of very expensive cars bumper to bumper. We pulled in behind the last one. It had to be the valet line and it wouldn't be long now until I found out if my imagination would match the reality of the night. I hoped only the good parts would.
One more car and then it was our turn. There was actually a red carpet rolled out with plenty of photographers and news media. The sign outside said "Dennis Family Endowment." Her parents were standing beneath it being interviewed by the local media. They looked so comfortable in the spotlight. Maybe that was where Kierstyn got it from. Before I could put anymore thought into what lie ahead Bo touched my arm.
"All right." Bo took a deep breath and glanced past me to her parents. A second later her gaze fell to meet mine. the nerves were rising back up. "Here we go. Remember, I love you."
"I love you too." I took a deep breath of my own just as my car door opened. I stepped out to the chorus of several flash bulbs. That was distracting enough, but when Bo's hand slipped into mine I was blinded. There were more lights flashing than strobes at a nightclub as we made our way down the carpet towards the entrance.
Just before we escaped she pulled me to a halt. "Do what I do and smile," she spoke loud enough to hear over the yammering of the crowd, but low enough that only I could hear. Her arm draped along my waist and spun us back around. Bo was playing the role and I followed her lead. Every few seconds she'd turn us to face a different angle. After several minutes she'd had enough. With a gracious smile on her lips and a strong grip on my hip she announced to the crowd, "Thank you all for coming. We must get going. The show is about to start."
So many people were yelling out questions or asking for more pictures. A few even asked who I was. She ignored them all and tried to usher us inside, but our final escape was delayed. One last reporter with a cameraman stood between us and the door. "Ms. Dennis, what does it mean to you to support the arts?"
Like the professional she was, she answered with poise and confidence. Things like how she always loved the arts and how important it was to support them and allow children exposure to them.
"Thank you, but we really must go. Don't want to be late for our own show." She pulled me closer and nudged me to go. "Just keep walking," she whispered.
The reporter yelled behind us, "Who is your date tonight Ms. Dennis? What are you both wearing?"
The doors shut behind us and there was finally silence. Deafening silence. But I was relieved to make it through my first Bo Dennis paparazzi experience. "Wow, that was interesting." I kept my voice low. A soft chuckle followed my words. It was a madhouse when she took my hand in hers. I could only wonder what the headlines would be later.
"It always is, but unfortunately I've gotten used to it. What about you? Ready to run yet?" She held a cautious smile. She was seriously worried.
"Bo, it's gonna take a lot more than that to get rid of me. I think you're stuck with me."
Her smile shifted from cautious to relieved and the creases in her forehead relaxed. "Good. I've kind of gotten used to you."
"Have you now?" My brow rose in jest.
"Yes, I have. And do you know what my definition of stuck is?"
"Do share," I replied as we navigated the ramp to the balcony.
"Stuck is somewhere you don't want to be. You, my dear, are exactly where I do want to be, so nothing stuck about it baby." She pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.
I didn't have time to respond. We'd arrived at the balcony where her parents, her sister and her football hero boyfriend of the week were seated. They all turned to greet us together.
"Someone knows how to make an entrance," her sister smirked.
"Not now Kierstyn," Bo huffed and helped me to my seat.
"What? It's all over twitter and Instagram already. Who is Ysabeau Dennis' hot mystery woman?" She held up her phone for us to see.
That didn't take long. Bo snickered and I smiled. I wasn't as bothered as I thought I'd be, but who would be upset about being the "hot woman" on a billionaire's arm?
Bo's hand once again found mine.
Our fingers fit perfectly. My gaze fell to our hands entwined on her lap and a warm sensation washed over me. Sitting here with her like this felt natural. Something that surprised me.
"Stop thinking, Lauren." Bo's voice was whimsical as it hit my ear.
She always knew. I smiled and squeezed her hand. The lights dimmed and the first chords of "Blue Danube" by Strauss began to play.
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The concert ended to a roar of applause. Their performance was truly beautiful and seeing it from up here made it even more amazing as every note carried up through the air with perfection.
Bo stood to leave, but her father called her aside. She frowned at me and rolled her eyes before excusing herself. He only asked for Bo, not her sister, who was making her way out with her date and Evelyn.
I got up and stretched my limbs that were tight from sitting still for so long. That was a rarity for me. Several minutes passed with no Bo, so I headed down the hall to wait, taking advantage of observing the scene below instead of being a part of it. More flashes, more parading around. A circus of the rich and famous. Some clamoring for attention, like Kierstyn who was making her rounds. Others like the older couple I couldn't make out, but had a trail of media as they hurried away.
"Let's go." Bo's voice was angry when she walked past me without another word.
I had to walk fast to catch up. That wasn't the easiest thing to do in heels higher than I was accustomed to. I glanced over my shoulder. Alyn was far down the hall not looking all too happy either.
Bo had a frigid frown and a glare in her eye as she stormed down the hall in front of me. Whatever the conversation was between her and her father had brought up the defenses I'd encountered the first time we met. She was short and to the point with staff, bordering on rude as she hurried us out.
My hand settled on her forearm, hoping to draw her attention and calm her down, but she was having none of it. Her jaw clenched and it was full steam ahead, racing to the car far ahead of her parents.
I wasn't going to pry. Family matters were none of my business and I was quite familiar with feeling that way after visits with my own father. This was a version of Bo I hadn't had to deal with since we'd started dating and I wasn't sure how to handle her. For now, silence was a good option. That was what I preferred. Maybe later she'd open up, or vent, or whatever is was she did to get through theses times.
She growled at the poor girl that opened the door for us. She cursed the photographers. Not too loud, but loud enough.
I could honestly say that I was embarrassed to be with her in that moment. My hand slid from her arm. If she noticed she didn't acknowledge it. Slowly I put a little space between us. I'd never been in this position before. A public scene with people watching and a very high profile person in a potentially ugly news story. Bo wasn't the only one whose name would be splattered all over the news. She might not care, but I prided myself on treating people well and not making a scene.
"Bo," I whispered, hoping she would stop.
She marched on towards the valet. "Not now, Lauren," she barked over her shoulder.
She was getting on my nerves in a hurry. I bit back a smart ass remark. There was no need to add fuel to the fire. We stopped at the valet and she was instantly bitchy.
"Why isn't my car here?" Her voice was commanding and angry. Not my Bo at all.
The valet cowered a bit and replied, "I'm sorry Ms. Dennis, but-"
"No excuses, Brent. My car should have been right here. I told them to have it ready." Her voice grew louder and more harsh. "Get it here now."
I was horrified and angered by here attitude. "Bo, please." I was pleading with her to cool down.
She gave me a look that didn't sit well at all with me. I didn't care who she was.
"Brent, why are you still standing here?" She snarled.
"Umm, my name is Rob."
Bo rolled her eyes. "And this gets me my car here how?"
"That's enough, Bo." I rose my voice. Her brows shot up at my outburst. She was shocked to say the least, but I couldn't stand silent any longer."What happened?"
"Lauren, this doesn't concern you. I just want my damned car so we can get out of here. If that's all right with Bob."
"Rob," that valet snapped.
He wasn't making this any easier. Bo was fuming and she wouldn't let me in. I slid my hand around her waste and kissed her below the ear. This was my last ditch attempt to calm her since the car was no where in sight. "Bo, please talk to me. I'm here for you."
"Lauren, not here," she snapped and pulled away. "Shit, here come my parents. If someone doesn't get my car here in three seconds I'll be sure your fired, Rob."
"Bo," I spoke in hushed voice. "You're causing a huge scene. You're not going to be happy tomorrow." Maybe reasoning would work.
"So now you want to tell me what to do too?"
I shook my head and let my arm fall away. That was all I could stand. I was here for her and she was shutting me out. Not only that, but she'd turned into the giant bitch everyone claimed she was. I couldn't stand to be around her anymore. I needed space and she needed to come down from her high horse. Whatever happened between them stuck a very sore spot with her. I was at a loss.
"No. I would never do that, Bo. Do what you want, but I don't have to stay here and be treated like this." I pulled two hundred dollars from my clutch and palmed them into Rob's hand when I shook it. "Please make sure her car gets here quick as possible and please call me a cab. I suddenly feel the need for some space."
"Wait, what?" What the fuck, Lauren? Where do you think you're going?" Bo reached for my hand. Her eyes burning a hole through me.
Wow, so that's how it can be with money and power. I glared at her and stepped out of reach. That got her attention and not in a pleasant way.
She muttered something under her breath as a couple more flash bulbs went off. This would definitely make some news. I hated to do it to her, but I'd had enough. I was afraid that if I stayed, one of us would say something we couldn't take back.
Rob opened the door of the limo nearby. "Bernie will take you anywhere you like. Mark is coming down the ramp with her car right now." He pointed to the Bugatti maneuvering with great caution towards us.
"Thank you, Rob. Have a good night." I took determined strides toward the door, doing my damnedest not to look back at Bo. If she was pissed, I didn't want to see that look again. If she was hurt, well, I didn't want to see that look either.
"Lauren." Her voice was softer. Pleading.
I gave in. I always did when it came to Bo. My eyes met hers. This time, instead of fiery rage there was acceptance that she'd fucked up and fear that it might cost her dearly. I gave her nothing, my game face was in place. That was how I dealt with drama. It was easier to go into work mode and pretend it was just another cranky customer. "I think some space to clear our heads would be good. I'll see you back at the estate."
Bo peeled her eyes from me and shook her head. "Fine. Just go then."
Rob shut my door and I pulled away just as Bo's car arrived. She was dejected and it showed through everything from her suddenly slumped posture to the crease in her forehead. I craned my neck to look out the window as we drove through the round about, cringing as Bo's father caught up to her before she could get into her car.
Great. That would only make things worse.
I gave Bernie the directions then leaned back and shut my eyes. I had at least a half an hour to decompress myself. Only problem was, I didn't have any idea what would be in store when she came home.
Apparently the days events were exhausting. I awoke to Bernie's voice telling me there was someone at the gate to meet me. For a moment I forgot where I was and had to come to my senses. Someone was at the gate waiting? There was no way it could be Bo already. A few seconds passed and my door opened to reveal a friendly looking and still perfectly dressed George, even though it was after midnight.
"Ms. Lewis, allow me to escort you. Ms. Dennis phoned and said to be expecting you."
"Thank you, but you didn't need to trouble yourself so late just for me." I shivered as a gust of the nippy mountain air hit my skin.
"No trouble madame." He smiled and opened the door of the car. It was much cooler up here and I was thankful for the quick return of heat when he shut the door behind me.
We rode for a few moments in silence before his gaze drifted from the road to me. "Pardon me for prying, but is everything all right?"
"Yes, fine thank you. I was just tired and ready to get back."
"I understand. It has been a long day for you."
"Yes, it has," I said softly. He had a gentleness about him that made me want to cry, shout, scream out my frustration at the top of my lungs. Surely he would understand, maybe better than anyone having worked for them. I'd fallen so fast for her and being kept in our bubble gave the illusion that she was this perfect creature. None of us were perfect though, and that illusion shattered in a big way tonight when reality reared it's ugly head. Now I had to recoup. I think we'd both forgotten there was actually some rocky terrain we'd have to navigate with her social status.
"Those social events can be exhausting." He smiled. "As can the family."
I never had to say a word. He did know.
I let out a ragged breath and nodded.
"If it's any consolation to you, I've never seen her more happy than when she arrived with you on her arm. She was radiant. You both were. I hope that whatever lies ahead for you both, the pressure of this family doesn't soil that."
The words hung in the air. The older man had probably seen more than his fair share of significant others come and go and wither under the weight of the Dennis family. I had no plans to let Bo go. I was all in, but we needed to talk and then we'd see where the cards lay.
"Here we are." He put the car in park and started to get out, but I stopped him.
"I can do it. Thank you."
"But I was told to make sure you were safely inside."
"No really, that won't be necessary. Unless there are bears I should worry about between here and the next twenty feet."
He laughed. "No. No bears or mountain lions that I've ever seen in here. It's walled off."
"Good to know. I will let Bo know that you took excellent care of me. Thank you again, George." I placed my hand on his forearm and offered a small smile. "For the ride and the words."
"Anytime. My pleasure. Have a good evening."
"You too."
Once I was inside and had the lights on, he pulled away. I headed straight for the shower. Some hot water sounded like a good way to decompress and wait for Bo to return.
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Forty- five minutes later and no Bo. I'd taken my time in the shower, wrapped myself in one of the super comfy guest robes and toured the house before settling in the bed room with a glass of unnamed, but very fine scotch. I placed my suit case on the bed and sifted through my clothes. I hadn't had a chance to unpack earlier and now was a good a time as any.
A quick flash of headlights through the window meant Bo was back. The front door opened and closed quietly as it could and her soft steps echoed through the wooden hall.
I braced myself for what might come. Lord only knew what transpired between the two of them after I left. For all I knew she was furious with me. I didn't handle it as well as I should. When it came to rudeness, I did have a bit of a short fuse. Hell, it was the reason I blew her off our first meeting, then bought the cars to teach her a lesson. I should be nervous, or scared, or worried, but I wasn't. This was where I'd usually head for the hills, fall further into my work and proclaim myself married to my cars. Not this time. For some reason I'd found a serenity from George's words. Bo and I loved one another and I was prepared to face her head on, to work through this major, albeit ugly, moment in our relationship. We went big in everything, from sex to cars and now, arguments. Nothing like your first fight to be in the public eye at a big event.
A tired sigh hit my ears letting me know she was in the doorway. I pretended not to hear her. My hands fiddled needlessly with items in my suitcase until I heard her voice. She said my name, but it was more like a soft question and it made me freeze.
"Where are you going?" There was a tremble in her voice. "Are you leaving?"
My body stiffened, unsure of what state of mind she was in at the moment. When I turned and caught a glimpse of her though, it was easy to see. Bo's tear stained cheeks and red eyes broke my heart. Waves of regret rolled off of her. Her body leaned against the door frame defeated and exhausted. I wanted to run to her, keep her safe in my arms and reassure her I was never leaving, but I needed to be strong. We needed to talk.
"Nowhere, Bo. I'm not leaving, just getting a few things." My voice was soft and calm, but confident. We had both showed our bad side, but she was doubting us and that was the last thing I wanted. I took careful steps toward her. "I'm here with you. Always."
"Are you sure that's where you want to be, Lauren?"
"What? Yes, of course." I stood taller and spoke with certainty. She needed to feel the words as much as hear them. "But Bo, you have to remember there are two of us in this relationship."
"I know." She dropped here head. "I know and I really messed up tonight."
I nodded. There was nothing more to say about her behavior that she didn't already know. "I love you, Bo and I want to work through all of these little obstacles that come with loving a billionaire." I took a step closer and she raised her head. Her brow furrowed as she listened in silence. "It's not always going to be easy, but we can do it. Together."
She pursed her lips and nodded.
"You just need to calm down and let me in. You completely iced me out and were rude to everyone, Bo. You need to control your emotions in public."
Her eyes narrowed at me. "Oh, I'm the only one who needs control? You scold me in front of the valet, then left me there. That was shitty, Lauren. It hurt."
I swallowed hard. She was right. "It was. I didn't want to, but you were getting worse. You were talking down to me and your behavior was completely embarrassing. It set me off."
"So we both have things to work on."
"It would seem so, yes." I gave her a hint of a smile. "We have to remember that when we are out together that our behavior reflects on both us." She stayed quiet so I continued. "I may not be a household name, but I have a business and many important clients. I don't want to taint that. More importantly than all of that though, the Bo Dennis I was with at the end of the night is not one I want to be around."
"But that's not really me. I mean its in me, obviously, but that's not who I want to be. I let my father get to me and I... I don't know. I have no excuse."
"Bo, I know you're better than that. I wouldn't love you otherwise." I closed half the distance between us.
She forced a smile. The pain of a wonderful evening turned sour still etched on her face. "I'm just so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?"
"You are forgiven, but you have to promise to let me be there for you and to be more calm. I won't stand by and let you treat me, or other people, like that."
"I know. I will. I'm sorry, Lauren."
"I'm sorry too. Forgive me?"
"Forgiven."
"Good. No more sorrys okay? Let's just move forward." I cupped her cheeks in my hands and placed a chaste, but loving kiss to her lips. "Just remember this when I mess up." I chuckled.
She finally relaxed and smiled a bit. "I will." She kissed me again, her hands moving up to cover mine.
They were warm and still felt like home even though we'd had our first fight. "I think we will need to work on patience as we learn how to navigate our relationship, but Bo, make no mistake, I want to be with you. Okay?"
"That's more than okay Lauren. I love you too, so much. You're amazing."
"Thank you, but I'm also sorry for leaving you there. I'm sure that went over well. Anything you want to talk about?"
She shook her head and pulled our hands down between us. "Not tonight. And you were right to leave. I was a complete ass. Don't worry about my parents though. You're not the first to bail on one of us after an event." Bo laughed an honest laugh that lightened the air between us. "This sucks though."
"What's does?"
"I really want to have crazy make up sex with you, but I am so exhausted I could fall down." She frowned and stuck out her bottom lip like a little kid.
I laughed at her face. That pout always did me in. "That does suck. Come here."When she moved closer I spun her around and began to unzip her dress.
"See? Always wanting to get me out of my clothes."
"Can you blame me?"I let the dress fall to the floor and admired the view from behind. Bo loved black lace and it was safe to say that black lace loved her too. I bit my lip and let my hands slide down the soft skin of her shoulders. My loving touch drew a happy sigh from her that made my heart beat faster..
"No more than you can blame me." She spun around sporting a look of adoration. Her eyes said it all once again and there was no question that she was all mine. Bo brushed my damp hair back over my shoulder. "Thank you for being you," she whispered just before her lips caught mine, this time longer than the last.
I released the belt around my waist and shrugged the soft linen off my shoulders.
Bo smiled into the kiss as her hands found skin at my hips that was hidden just seconds ago.
I took one of her hands in mine and led her to bed, clicking off the lamp on the way past. She slipped off her underwear and crawled into bed facing me. There we were, just me and Bo and the full moon shining through the giant window. The beam lit her up in a way that made it impossible for anyone to look for beautiful than she did in that moment. I wished I was an artist to capture it, but etching it in my brain would have to do.
I caressed her cheek and pulled her in close, our limbs tangling as we exchanged tender kisses until she passed out. Those intense sexual encounters with Bo were always mind blowing. So was the over the top lives we led. But it was the little intimate moments like this that deepened my love for her. They were what made this all the more real. Just two women in love, shutting out the details and problems of the outside world and clinging to one another.
My eyes fluttered shut. My mind drifted away. I was losing the battle against sleep. I forced them open one more time to catch a last glimpse of her soft smile. The warmth of her naked body against mine was comforting. Her heartbeat was singing me to sleep as it beat against my own. Holding her in my arms like this made me crave more moments like this. It was the last thing I wanted to experience every night of my life for as many nights as I had left.
And so I savored this night and looked forward to whatever adventure lie ahead of us tomorrow knowing that no matter what came, we could end it the same way. Safe and loved in one another's arms.
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So there it is, my largest update ever! And I know I said I'd keep it all fluff, but there was bound to be a little bump in the road with Bo and her family. Thanks for reading and I'd love to hear what you think. Your words always serve as inspiration.