Steal My Life
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Chapter Two
I have him right where I want him…
Sofia Warren smiled across the dimly lit table at George. He fidgeted in his seat, still nervous at being somewhat alone with her. He had requested a private table in the upscale restaurant, well known for its atmosphere and romantic qualities. There was a pair of tapered candles flickering between them as they sipped the expensive wine that he had ordered.
What a sucker… Had I known this was so easy, I would have done it much sooner…
"Having fun?" George asked politely.
"Yes, I actually am. For the first time in months really…"
"Why's that?"
"My ex was cheating on me. He also used to…to hit me." Sofia cast her eyes down, trying to appear saddened by the memories.
"Oh, Sofia, I had no idea," George said softly, sounding genuinely concerned about her. He even leaned across the table and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"It's over now and it was for the best," she sniffled. "Now, I've got you."
"Yes, you do."
Stupid, stupid boy…
It was a whirl-wind romance. Within a few short dates, Sofia had invited George to move in with her. She had claimed that she did not feel safe living alone in her apartment. He agreed and soon enough he was ready for the next step.
Three months after their first date, George got down on one knee at dinner and proposed.
"Sofia, would you do me the honor of marrying me?" he said, presenting her with a rather large diamond ring.
"Oh my…George…" She looked unsteady even sitting in her chair. He had clearly surprised her.
"I know that it's sudden—"
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes!" she squealed, bending down to hug him.
George stood up with her and carefully slipped the ring onto her left hand ring finger. Sofia held it up in the light to admire it.
"Wow, I'm shocked," Sofia said, trembling from the excitement.
"I'm glad that you're happy. That's all that matters to me."
"Oh, George, that's so sweet of you! How did you ever manage to afford this?"
"My parents left me some money, as did my aunt and a few other family members."
Sofia raised a dark eyebrow; intrigued. "How many family members?"
"All of them. They're all dead."
"You mean; you don't have any family at all? Oh, George, honey…"
"It's okay, Sofia, my love. I don't need them. They all hated me anyways," he said, blue eyes flashing angrily for a split second as he remembered their revulsion towards him. He could honestly say that he did not miss them.
"Still, don't you have anyone?"
"Now, I've got you," he said with a smirk as he pulled her closer and gave her a deep kiss.
Sofia was in the midst of planning an elaborate wedding. The ceremony was to be held outside, on a pristine Miami beach. The reception to follow was to be held at the Lux Atlantic—a recently acquired high-rise luxury hotel. The honeymoon suite on the top floor had already been booked for their wedding night. For after the wedding, Sofia was scheduling a tropical cruise.
George just sat back, handled finances, and worked his ass off. He did not want to have to deny Sofia anything. He wanted to be able to spoil her and take excellent care of her. Money was not to be an issue for them like it was for so many other couples.
"Honey?" Sofia called from the living room.
"Yeah?" he responded, looking up from the computer screen that he was staring at. He had recently started up a side business creating and maintaining web pages for companies and small businesses in the Miami area.
"Can you come take a look at this?"
"Sure, sweetheart." George tapped the control key and the S key on the keyboard to save his work. Then he got up from his sub-standard desk chair and padded into the living room, the tile and wood floors cold against his bare feet.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked once he bent over the couch behind her, his head nestled on top of hers as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo.
Sweet-smelling as always…my precious Sofia…
"I don't know which color to pick. What do you like better? The red or the gold?" Sofia held up two bold swatches of fabric right under George's nose.
"For what?"
"The bridesmaid's dresses and your vest. And the tablecloths…"
"Hmm, how about the red? It's a beautiful shade and I know that it's your favorite color," he whispered in her ear and then playfully kissed it, his lips trailing from her left ear to her mouth as she turned her head.
"Perfect."
Sofia slipped around on the sofa and came face-to-face with George. He placed his hands around her slender throat to hold her head up and in place as he kissed her, softly at first then with more insistency. He then came around the sofa and she slipped her body across the cushions as he climbed on top of her.
The kisses continued, along with Sofia's loud, pleasure-filled moans.
Don't you see what you do to me? What I long to do to you?
That's when the phone rang and George King rolled off his fiancé, hit the floor, and reached for the shrill object.
"Hello?" he said, despite Sofia's whiny protests in the background.
"We have a situation, George," said his manager.
"I'll be right back," he whispered to Sofia, covering the mouthpiece of the phone as he hurried back down the short hall to his office. This time he closed the door.
"What kind of situation?" he asked suspiciously once he ensured he had his privacy.
"Pack your bags, kid—you're going out west. Military base. We need someone with your brains and computer skills."
"For how long?"
"Less than a week. You'll be rewarded handsomely for it."
"I'll do it."
"Flight info is coming via fax now. You know the drill."
"Got it."
George King clicked the off button and ended the call. Sofia and wedding plans would have to wait. His real work was about to begin.
Author's Notes:
Well, now that is up and running with the alerts again, I'll try and respond to everyone's review! Major thanks to emptyvoices for her help with this chapter. Enjoy this chapter and thanks for reading/reviewing!