The Beach House – Chapter 20

We better shower and pack.” Mia offered up the plan. I agreed and helped her to her feet. I closed up the paint and grabbed the brushes to wash them out. We only got about half the edging done on one wall. Naked painting isn’t productive at all. I smiled as I put both brushes in one hand and palmed the wet bristles with the other. “I’ll meet you in the shower,” she said, not really looking at me. I moved in close for quick kiss, and when our lips met, I grabbed her boob with my paint covered hand.

“You’re right, we always go for the breasts.” I smiled as I headed to the utility sink. Mia now had a lavender hand print that covered the majority of her boob.

“This is not over by a long shot Mister,” I heard as I proudly headed down the hall trying not to drip. I have been pretty happy with the punishment so far. Getting tortured with sex can be so cruel.

Monica’s itinerary was flawless as usual. We were in Vegas by 9 am and in our rooms by 10. I hustled Mia and Bob out to one of the fancy dress shops in the hotel before they could accidently run into Monica. The store had my card and instructions to make Mia beautiful. Bob was going to roam the strip and pick up Mia just before 3 and meet me in the chapel. I went back up to room. I just had to keep a straight face for a few more hours.

At exactly noon, there was a knock at my door. I tried my best to pull my mind away from my new happiness. I needed to hide everything for a bit longer. I rose from the chair on the second set of knocks and opened the door. It was, of course, Monica.

“Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. I just got in from the airport.” She seemed a bit flustered. She tried to nonchalantly look past me. I think she got wind that I did not fly up alone. I opened the door wider and stood aside. Monica walked in without instructions. I walked to the small sitting area and took a seat. She followed and took the other.

“I will admit that operating without you is fairly difficult Monica.” I was sounding stern. I was bit proud of my acting.

“I want to apologize for my actions, Sir. I was a bit overwrought at the time.” She was trying to find out how much damage she had caused. I am sure she feared a drop in her living standard. “I had no right to demand anything of you. You have never failed to reward me for my services.” I smiled inside. She was thinking I might be trying to replace her. I held up the palm of my hand.

“No. That woman saved my life. I owed her one of her own. I see that now.” I had to look away from Monica. I was afraid I would start laughing. “I’m not sure I appreciate your methods, but the results are as they should be.”

“Mr. Tomlinson, I fear I might have damaged our relationship.” She was sounding like business, but her eyes looked like pleading. “I never really thought it would go this far.” She was sweating on the inside.

“I do believe our relationship has changed Monica.” I paused for a moment. “Only time will tell by how much.” I had to look away again. I had forgotten how to look aloof.

“I regret that it has, Sir. Prior to this incident, I have never failed to work in your best interests.” She was really beginning to sweat. I was almost ready to cave, but I just didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

“As Bob ceaselessly reminded me when I was setting up this deal.” There, I kept my promise to Bob. “I am, however, concerned where his loyalty really lies.” Monica’s head dropped to the floor. I had to end this soon before she suffered too much.

“It’s to you, Sir.” Monica’s emotions were getting a bit too involved in her voice. “I got wind of your actions, and Bob ignored my queries. I’m sorry again, Mr. Tomlinson, I felt a little left out of it all.” Whoa, she was starting to take it personally. I had to end this. I stood up.

“Meet me downstairs at the front desk at 2:45.” I started walking toward the door. Monica realized she was being dismissed and followed. “We will discuss this again after the meeting.” I opened the door and she walked out. I closed the door and sighed. I may have taken it a bit far. I glanced through the peephole, and she was just standing there with her hand over her eyes. Yes, maybe a bit too far…

At 2:40 I was downstairs, dressed in my finest suit. It was actually my only suit. I had to wait exactly five minutes for Monica. She looked dressed for business, but I noticed her eyes were a bit red. Shit, I let it get a bit far. As soon as she walked up to me I turned and headed to the chapel. I figured if I walked faster, time might jump ahead with me. We turned down a couple of halls and passed a sign that said “Chapels” with an arrow pointing in the direction we were headed. Monica did a double-take but followed along.

We entered a lounge with a few doors to different chapels. I entered the chapel I had reserved, and Monica followed more slowly. “I don’t understand, Mr. Tomlinson. The meeting is in the Wedding Chapel?” Leading her on like this was frustrating. I snapped accidentally.

“Just wait here, Monica!” I indicated a chair by the door. I saw her eyes begin to water as she sat slowly in the chair. Time needed to speed up a bit faster. I walked to the front of the chapel and spoke quietly with the man who would perform the service. A moment later I heard Monica behind me. It was the first time I had ever heard her distraught in my life.

“If you’re going to fire me, you could have done it over the phone.” I turned to face her and was shocked to see mascara following tears down her face. I felt her pain in my chest.

“Monica, I’m not going—” My words caught in my throat. Mia walked, in and she was simply stunning. I didn’t think a woman could look so good. Her long hair was pulled back and to the right by a rich red ribbon. Two red roses were over her left ear highlighting the lacy white dress that flowed over her curves. The dress was bound by a red belt that tied in a bow on the left. She was holding a small bouquet of red roses. “Beautiful,” I said by instinct as I stared at my future wife. Mia smiled and the whole image glowed brighter.

Monica heard my word, saw my smile and followed my eyes. Mia’s expression changed immediately. “Dale!” She started hurrying forward to Monica. “What did you do to her?” Monica’s mouth was wide open; mascara was all over her cheeks. She kept looking back and forth between Mia and myself.

 

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