Chapter 45 - Love
Monday 19th March 2018 – 13:20 pm
Dal Deux, London
The shots had been lined up and drunk, and all were sitting in their favourite booth. A semi-circle table on the back wall of the bar. It was further from anyone else, with only vacant pool tables between them and patrons drinking.
Trick placed the bucket of beer bottles centre and took his seat. It was oddly normal now how he joined in with conversations.
Looking around, all eyes were on her. Lauren cleared her throat and held Bo's free hand, "Hi, Bubba."
Bo smiled, "Hi. I know that look. Please don't worry. We're all wondering how you pulled off an Oceans Eleven-worthy job."
"Haha," Lauren relaxed, "Well, a few weeks ago, after I had visited you in the hospital, I decided that I would no longer live in the shadows. I saw that all your money and properties were linked to the name of Bo Dennis and that Evony owned that name. Meaning she owned everything."
"I never really understood that my name was her's until she threatened to take it," Bo added. "It was just my name, then. I started using it aged four when mother signed me to Evony's management."
"I wouldn't allow her to control you financially." Lauren squeezed Bo's hand, " I didn't know when you might want to leave and never expected it to be two weeks later, but I wanted you to be safe."
"If you never legally owned the Dennis name," Dyson pipped in, "didn't then passport or bank accounts say Bishop?"
"I had a corporate credit card from Marquis Management. It wasn't unlimited money, but at the same time, I didn't have to ask to spend on it." Bo replied.
"And when we travel, we don't see a check-in desk, Dy." Tamsin added, "We are taken to VIP Lounges. Our people check us in. We never see our luggage, our passports, or our boarding cards. We don't know seat allocations. Then after a few drinks, we are driven to the plane in a Mercedes or Limo once the plane has almost boarded and shown to our seats."
Dyson rested back in his seat, "Wow, the celebrity life, hey. Sorry Lauren, carry on."
"After I saw that, I came up with a plan. I've been undercover with the UnaMens for years." Lauren continued, "And Evony has wanted in for as long as I could remember. So I asked and was told if I endorsed her, she was in. Also, I had to conduct the induction. This is when new members sign over significant wealth as a trust."
"And the bitch signed over Bo's properties," Kenzi slapped the table, then reached for the beers and passed them out. "As you probably predicted she would."
Lauren nodded, "But she didn't know to whom she was meant to sign it, so I got her to sign over to Bo's birth name."
"And you had all bets on finking Evony didn't know what it was?" Vex asked.
"Yeah, kinda." Lauren's eyebrows raised, shoulders shrugged, "it was a nerve-racking moment."
The group laughed.
Lauren concluded, "It was signed, sealed and notarised immediately. Evony didn't hang around."
"No, she was good at that." Bo replied, "and was an excellent manager. If only she hadn't been so controlling. My contract was terrible, but wait, Lauren, how did you know? The only two copies were in Mott and Carter, and the one Evony had in her safe."
"Okay, this part." Lauren took a large gulp of her beer, "So a few nights ago, I came to your hotel, and I thought I saw you walk in with Evony."
Bo stared at her, "Saturday?"
"Yes, sorry. I didn't tell you, but I met your mother thirty minutes before you introduced us." Lauren half-smiled, "She asked me not to say anything, but she wanted me to get hold of your contract, as she suspected that Evony had more holds on you, and she was right. She asked me not to tell you as she didn't want you to worry."
Bo sat back in the booth, beer tightly gripped, "My royalties?"
Lauren leaned back with her but remained silent.
"Did you show Mom my contract?" An innocent question, but Bo didn't raise her head to give Lauren eye contact. "Does she know I stupidly signed everything I worked for away?"
"No, bubba, no." Lauren lifted Bo's face. "No, I didn't."
"And when did you get it?" Bo looked at Lauren, "Was it Sunday morning when I couldn't find you?"
"Yes," Lauren answered, "I climbed over the balcony, entered her room and emptied her safe. Took it to a master forger. A few hours later, I was ready to put them back."
"And you did that when?"
"As soon as I knew Evony was at M16," Lauren admitted, "With her and Mas busy with you, I took the opportunity to put them back, then came straight back for you."
"But Mott and Carter had a copy," Tamsin added, "And that's where I came in."
The group shifted, and now they all turned to face Tamsin. Sipping her beer, building a bit of suspension. "Before the Sunday matinee, Lauren approached me and asked me a favour. She asked me to call Mott and Carter, not take no for an answer, and demand to see my contract."
"Ahh, my baby was playing the part of a Diva celebrity," Dyson teased.
"Who said I was playing a part?" Tamsin held the conversation, then burst into laughter when she couldn't hold it any longer. "Yes, baby, I played the part of a diva."
"Sure. But still didn't take much acting skill, though," Bo joined in, making the group burst into another round of laughter.
"My reputation exceeds me." Tamsin continued, "Any way Lauren gave me this purse and said to make sure I held it to the safe."
"You broke the safe and swapped contracts?" Kenzi asked.
"Hell no, I just placed it nearby. Lauren called me and asked me to turn the purse around a bit, left, right, right some more, then left a bit, then right, then suddenly she thanked me and hung up. I read my contract, saw that I hadn't signed away any royalties and left."
The table turned back to Lauren.
"So what was that about, sis," Vex asked. " A magnetic opening devise of some form for Safe Breaking. One of the MI6 gadgets?"
"What an imagination Vex," Lauren finished her beer, "It was just a purse with a micro camera on the latch. It was facing the wrong way."
The group laughed.
"So after I knew the make and model, I worked out how to crack it. I left early today to make the swap before Mott and Carter opened," Lauren stated. "While there, I added an appointment for Bo and me straight after Evony. I learned that Evony would take the brand name and knew Bo would make the right choices."
"You trusted me?" Bo asked.
"Always," Lauren pulled Bo in, "You're smart with impeccable instincts. You knew the Play was a good idea, and it was despite Evony's reservations. You asked your mum to come over as you knew Evony was not good for you, despite her being the best in the industry. You love me, despite me being complicated. You can see past it all and what's truly real. I never had any doubts you would do the right thing today."
Bo carefully pulled Lauren to her, lip grazed, and a delicate kiss planted. Every part of her body ached for Lauren, and she wanted to wrap up the day and take her home. Bo acted parts and read the lines of lovers in love but never felt it until Lauren. The words did no justice. Being in love was being giddy all day. Being in love was feeling happy drunk. Being in love was knowing you would never be the same again. You had connected with someone. Resting her head against Lauren, she could feel Lauren felt the same way.
"Let's go home, bubba?" Lauren smiled.
Trick and Vex stood, letting Bo and Lauren slip out from the booth.
"Where to?" Lauren asked.
"Yours." Bo linked her arms. "I won't kick out Evony and Mass from the hotel. That's not me. But I also don't want to bump into her."
"Vex," Lauren passed him the room card, "You can stay in the suite."
"Fantastic," Vex yelped. "Fucking, wicked. Can I have room service?"
"Of course," Bo kissed the side of his face, "Whatever you want."
After a quick round of hugs, Bo and Lauren left the bar. Lauren had the keys to the Honda, and Bo was excited about another bike ride. The journey would take only twenty minutes. In such a short time, Bo let out a mixture of emotions. Long roads, when the lights were green, reaching high speeds, she held Lauren knowing she was safe. Leaning back, and felt the wind around her, slowly letting go and raising her arms. She wanted to scream and knew she could without bringing any attention. So she did. "Whoa"
Lauren glanced back.
Bo pulled her back in, squeezed her tight, and screamed through the helmet that she loved her. Lauren heard and answered back that she loved her too. A new sensation for Bo as the wind blew around them, passing packed high streets, cars and buses. People around her looked different, and she felt different. She was incognito with her helmet on, pulling up beside a double-decker bus with her face pictured on the side. Seeing the passengers inside and them not realising that she was there. Bo finally felt free. She held onto Lauren more than the last time she was on the bike. Resting her head on Lauren's back. All Bo ever wanted was wrapped up in her arms, and she knew it. She would never let Lauren go again. Bo always wanted her career and put her whole self into building it. Today she had no job, no career and no management or agent. However, she didn't care.
Pulling up outside her flat, Lauren parked the bike. Foot rested on the floor, but neither made any attempt to move. Lauren loved how she felt Bo on her. The rise and fall of her breath as warm arms held her tight. If she could freeze the moment, she would. For the first time in her life, she didn't feel alone. She felt safe.
"Shall we go in?" Lauren asked.
Bo reluctantly let go and jumped off. Not wanting to miss the touch, grabbed hold of Lauren's hand. "Before we go in, I just want you to know I'm really happy. Which may sound strange, being unemployed with no Vixens or Management company. You make me happy."
"You make me happy too," Lauren added, pulling Bo into a brief kiss, "I don't feel alone when I am with you."
"Take me to bed, baby." Bo pulled Lauren off the bike. Enough talking. She wanted her lover naked and writhing underneath her. And she wanted it now.
Monday 19th March 2018 – 19:40 pm
Lauren's Flat, Croydon
Wrapped in one of Bo's kimonos, Lauren stirred the pot of Carribean Chicken. Bo's head resting on her shoulder. Bo had opted for Lauren's Jurassic Park tee and her underwear. Knowing that Vex wasn't about to come home made them more relaxed about being semi-naked outside the bedroom.
"Smells delicious." Bo leaned in, sniffing deeply, "Is that all cream."
"No, sweetheart, I know how strict your diet is. Mainly coconut milk and stock."
"Thank you." Bo left her position and rested back against the counter, facing Lauren. "I am not like you. I can't just run it off or go to the gym. It's not my thing. So instead, I try to be healthy."
"You have a beautiful body." Lauren placed the lid on the pot, turning the heat down to allow the contents to simmer and the sauce to thicken.
"TV shows and photographs are extremely close up. Photographers and producers want muscle lines and perfection." Bo half smiled. "Before a big shoot, I drink so much water then nothing for thirty hours. This gives me a dehydrated look, where bones are seen on my tight skin. I learnt this from the industry. Everyone does it."
Lauren was learning more about Bo's physical challenges to keep herself in shape. When Bo did work again, it would be difficult without Evony or the added pressure of putting on even a few pounds of extra weight. Lauren would still cook meals like this but also be more mindful that Bo didn't have the same metabolism as her. Lauren never put on weight, no matter what she ate and was naturally slim. Lauren ran to clear her head and exercised to build her strength or to burn some extra energy. Lauren glanced over to Bo, who was looking at her with such love, it took her breath. "I will cook healthy meals and make sure you work out daily."
"Ahh, I really don't like the gym, Bubba."
"Who said anything about a gym." Lauren stepped closer and kissed Bo's neck. One long sensual kiss, followed by smaller butterfly kisses trailing Bo's collarbone. Finally, capturing, taking time to kiss the hell out of Bo's mouth. Alternating between deep thrust kisses or pulling back for a more gentle brush-type kiss. Bo moaned in appreciation, and her legs shuddered beneath her. Lauren felt Bo slightly drop, so she scooped her up by the legs and lifted her onto the counter. Turning the stove off, Lauren decided food would cook slowly from the residue heat and allow it to marinate. And when the time was right, she would reheat it with some microwave rice. She picked Bo up and walked them to the sofa without breaking their kiss.
Bo had both hands on either side of Lauren's face. Being lifted taller, she had the edge of whether she drove the kiss back deep or pulled back for soft pecks, and she could tell Lauren didn't enjoy giving up that control. She was correct; with no time to enjoy the power play, Bo was lying on the sofa.
As they sank onto the plush sofa, their bodies seemed to melt into one another, their lips never breaking contact. The soft fabric cradled them like a cloud, enhancing the sensation of their tender union. Lauren crawled back up to reclaim her position on top, showing she was now back in the driving seat. Kisses were passionate and profound and drove Bo wild. Just before breathing became an issue, Lauren would pull back for just enough time to take another deep breath before mouths collided again, tongues dancing along to the power tango.
Hands began to explore, caressing each other's curves with a delicate touch that bespoke both adoration and desire. Fingers traced along the contours of their necks, shoulders, and entangled in each other's hair, deepening the connection between them.
Their breaths intertwined, creating a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of their hearts. Time became an abstract concept, and the world outside the confines of the room faded into oblivion. Their closeness was magnetic, drawing them nearer, their souls intertwining with every passing moment.
With each passionate kiss, they surrendered themselves to the allure of the other, igniting a spark that ignited their senses. A low, intoxicating moan escaped Lauren, encouraging Bo to explore further. Their bodies moulded together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. The air crackled with the electrifying energy of their connection, filling the room with an undeniable heat that mirrored the fire burning within their souls. The sofa became a sacred sanctuary where they discovered the depths of their affection, their souls merging and intertwining like a delicate dance of desire.
The outside world ceased to matter as they surrendered to the intoxicating whirlwind of emotions, letting love be the guiding force. Time seemed both fleeting and eternal as their lips brushed and danced in a symphony of passion. Their hearts beat as one and with every tender touch. They lost themselves in the intensity of their affection, their inhibitions cast aside, leaving only the raw essence of their love.
As they lay in the dimly lit room, a sense of anticipation hung heavy in the air. Each movement they made seemed to convey unspoken desires. Slowly, they began to undress, revealing more than just their physical forms. The fabric cascaded to the floor, leaving them vulnerable and exposed yet empowered in their shared intimacy. Their eyes locked, and an unspoken understanding passed between them as if they could read each other's thoughts. Every touch, undone tie or underwear pulled down, sent excitement through their bodies. The room seemed to fill with an electric charge, heightening their senses and deepening their connection. Their hearts beat in harmony, their breaths in sync, as they shed not just their clothes but also their inhibitions. With each layer that fell away, the barriers between them crumbled, and they felt an increasing oneness with each other.
Lauren lay naked on top with her leg pressed between Bo's legs, pushing against her, but only enough to deliver a presence but not to initiate sex. Tonight she wanted to take her sweet time. As soon as they entered the flat that afternoon, no time was wasted getting naked. Doors were slammed, and clothes were torn off immediately. The sex was rushed while maintaining the euphoric mind-blowing rush. Sex was always excellent. They didn't seem to have any inhibitions or hesitations when trying new positions or things in the bedroom. They also didn't seem to limit themselves to only the bedroom. A bathroom was a firm favourite, with the shower being their preferred place for warm-up sex.
This time Lauren was going to take things slow and cherish each second. Lauren kissed down Bo's body, purposely avoiding her nipples and only lightly kissing the side breast. Reaching her mid-drift, she focused on her stomach muscles that contracted with her tender touch. Continuing her sensual kisses to Bo's sides and down past her hips. Bo bucked, wanting the attention more in the centre. Her already wet centre. Lauren knew what Bo wanted but would avoid that part till much later and kissed back up her body, over her breastplate and to her neck.
"Lauren, are you gonna tease me?"
"No, but I want to kiss every inch of you." Lauren stopped at eye level, bent down and kissed her eyelids. "And I mean every inch."
The sofa became a sanctuary of tenderness, and their bodies were held together by an invisible force. Their fingers gently intertwined, and their eyes locked in a magnetic gaze that spoke volumes without words. The softness of their smiles reflected the connection that existed between them. Lauren smiled at her love, then continued her mission to capture every part, starting with her face.
Bo arched her back and moaned, and squirmed under her. Bo felt she could orgasm from her tender touches. When the urge to feel her love was too hard to control, Bo grabbed Lauren and kissed her deeply. She craved her taste and needed to feel her tongue inside her.
"Sorry." Bo pulled back when breathing was becoming an issue.
"Never apologise for kissing me." With a gentle touch, Lauren brushed a strand of hair away from Bo's face, caressing her cheek with undeniable tenderness. The touch was delicate, yet it sent ripples through them both.
Slowly, Bo leaned back in, their lips meeting in the softest kisses. This time it was a tender dance of affection, a sweet exploration of each other's lips that conveyed a wealth of emotions too profound for words alone. Their breaths mingled, creating a harmonious rhythm that matched the beating of their hearts. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a cocoon of intimacy.
Their fingers traced gentle paths along each other's arms, memorising the skin contours and the touch sensation. They explored with a softness that conveyed reverence as if each kiss was a delicate masterpiece meant to be cherished. Hands moved lower, making sex part of the kiss and not the end of the kiss as so often it was. Kisses break when mouths busy themselves with other areas of their bodies. Today lips would lock firmly in place. Fingers would do the work that tongues once did. In sync they opened each other and quivered when discovering each already aroused. This heightened them. Togetherness was the agenda of the night. As they, in tandem, slowly circled each other's clit. Kissing and circling synchronously, one leading the other but never exceeding. Maintaining the slow pace, orgasming into each other's mouths repeatedly. Never breaking contact, never breaking the kiss.
Time seemed suspended as they continued their tender exchange of affection, the sofa becoming the canvas upon which they painted their love story. In this moment of intimacy, they found solace and belonging, as if their souls had finally found their rightful place. The room filled with peace and serenity as their tender kisses and skilled fingertips conveyed more than words ever could. It was a language known only to them, a symphony of love that resonated in their hearts.
As the night wore on, their kisses lingered, each leaving an indelible mark. In the quiet intimacy of the sofa, they discovered that love was not just a fleeting emotion but a beautiful journey of exploration and trust. And that making love was the opposite of having sex. Making love brought orgasms in soft waves. Not the toe-curling ones they enjoyed but orgasms that lifted them spiritually and emotionally. Not better, just different. There are moments in all relationships where a good or fast fuck is what is wanted, what is needed. A bad day? A good day? Being thrown around a room is fun and wild, and the sex is electric. On other days, lovers need to try new things and new positions. Some work, some don't. But the fire stays alive with each experiment. Then there are moments like these. So tender it would be impossible to recreate often. These moments take your breath away, reminding you of all the love couples have.
Today, right now, was one of those moments. In the softness of their lips touching, they found a love that would endure, transcending time and space, forever etched in the sacred moments on the sofa.
Author Note
The Next chapter will be the last one. The end of an era nearly two years in the making. Thank you for being on the journey with me. Next time I won't publish another story until I have written 80% of it!
Please let me know if I have left any loose ties, and I'll add them. I hate reading books that leave unanswered questions, but I had so many changes of directions writing this that I may have missed one or two.
Please review. I enjoy reading your thoughts as much as I enjoy writing this story.
Love and peace, CC x
