The Wedding Date

Chapter Eleven

Jack

Since the helicopter had landed Amelia had finished two of her blue drinks.

When it had landed the crowd erupted into cheers. The bride and groom climbed out as the propellers were begining to slow. Still Abbey Anderson had to put a hand up and hold her hat on her head. Abbey did not look like Amelia as I had expected. Instead of wavy blonde hair like Amelia, she had stick straight black hair. She was also much much thinner than Amelia. Not to say Amelia was heavy at all. Abbey was just very thin. Supermodel thin. Considering this was the first wedding party, a time when she is meeting new family members and such, she was scantily dressed. The sheer dress she wore showed off her curves and left little to the imagination. Underneath she wore a bra and panty set meant to draw attention.

Damien Ames stood next to her beaming like he had just won the lottery. His blonde hair was styled in the new frat boy style, meaning he had a midlength blonde mullet. He wore an outfit to match his fiancée. His shirt was sheer and paired with black torn jeans.

As if they were some kind of royalty they never actually mixed with the crowd. They just made a path to the private quarters on the yacht. Along the way they stopped to greet those along the path. As they neared us the party goers around us surged forward to greet the bride and groom. Amelia stayed beside me where we had been standing at the bar and made no attempt to cut through the group forming between us and her sister.

As her sister neared us, we evidentally caught her eye. We did sort of stand out considering we were the only two not pushing and shoving to shake her hand and offer congratulations. Abbey looked up with blue eyes, a few shades darker than her sisters. They landed on Amelia beside me and I felt her stiffen. Abbey smiled at her sister, raised her hand as if to acknowledge her, and then she kept moving through the crowd.

Following behind the bride and groom, was Thomas and Sara Anderson. I had seen Thomas hundreds of times, worked closely with him at his office in New York. This however, was my first time ever seeing Sara Anderson in person. She had a mane of black wavy hair that reminded me of Amelia's. Designer clothes. Huge diamond earrings. She was a beautiful older woman. Thin though. Like her daughter.

"Well, that was exciting." Amelia chuckled softly sipping her drink. We stood close now, elbow to elbow at the bar. From my angle so far above her I could not help taking a quick glance at her chest. Oh dear God. She had a beautiful ample bossum. The little white sun dress was demure and showed no cleavage but, still it fit her hourglass frame closely. I could see the swell of her breasts. It was so how even more sexy that they were covered then if they had been exposed. I couldn't help but imagine what she might look like naked. Otherworldly. Creamy large white breast with hard little pink n*****s. STOP THINKING WITH YOUR c**k. I told myself.

"They look happy." I commented. Which was not necessarily untrue. They did look pretty happy with themselves. However, during their walk I can noticed the two hardly looked at each other. They had big smiles for their wedding guests all around them but, had hardly spared each other a glance.

"They do." she replied looking down at her drink.

"I'm certainty not the best judge when it comes to relationships, though." I said leaning in close and sipping my drink casually. We were so close now leaning against the bar sipping her drinks. I towered over her. I could feel the heat of her skin how close it was to mine. She laughed meeting my gaze.

"Me either!" She said. I loved when she laughed. She got this mischievous look in her eye revealing how much she loved it. To laugh and to joke.

"You've had what, one bad relationship? At least you haven't had three failed marriages." I said letting myself smile with her. She snickered.

"I mean, that is pretty rough." she admitted. After a few seconds her face changed and she seemed to be thoughtful about my words, letting out a soft sigh.

A waiter approached.

"Ms.Anderson?" he asked.

"Yes?" she responded.

"Your mother would like to see you." He said. I laughed aloud. Turning to look at the waiter I leaned back resting my elbows on the bar behind me.

"It seems you've been summoned." I said looking up from drink at her before taking a sip. The alcohol burned going down.

"I'll find you when I'm done?" She asked stepping away to follow the waiter. As she stepped away I glanced down and noticed she wore the same sandals she had been wearing earlier in the day. A fashion faux pas to most women on the yacht.

"I look forward to it." I told her.

As soon as I was alone I walked up the stairs to the third level. There on the deck I found a row of sunchairs, for tanning no doubt. I did a short walk around to ensure I was alone before sitting in one of the chairs. I pulled out my phone and pulled up a familiar contact.

"Why are you calling me so late?" Andrew my P.I. asked. From the sound of his voice I had woken him.

"I need you to find out everything you can about Amelia Anderson." I told him.

"Okay... what is this about?" he asked.

"I want to know why she had a falling out with her family and Skyler Ames." I told him.

"What does that have to do with the plan?" he asked sounding incredulous. I felt myself getting irritated by his tone of voice.

"I just think she may have some good informa-"

"Are you f*****g her?" he asked interrupting me midsentence. I hate to admit I was flustered by his question. Because no I wasn't f*****g her but, that didn't mean that I didn't want to be. My rational mind knew that would b a mistake. It wasn't my rational mind I seemed to be driven by.

"No! Of course not!" I tried. Andrew laughed, a mocking sound.

"Well if you're not f*****g her, you want to be. Why else would you care about this now?" Andrew ranted. "We've been gathering information on her family for months and now you're suddenly curious?"

"No that's not- you don't know what you're-" I was stumbling over my words like a fool and I knew it.

"I'm not in the mood for this. You know I'm in Europe this week tying up loose ends. It's five am here." he told me. "I'll see what I can find."

"Thank you." I said standing from the chair to head back down to the bar are on the second level. To my suprise I turned to see the bridesmaid I didn't know the name of, the brunette paired with Jason.

"Hello Jack," She greeted me. She wore a black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. Her fingers traced the outline of her dress, drawing my attention to her breasts. "You know, Jason is a really boring partner. Why don't we swap? You and I could spend the week together. Ditch that psycho Amelia, and you and I could... I don't know... get to know each other?"

Maybe, it's just been awhile. Maybe, f*****g the bridesmaid will get this out of my system. I thought. She's after something but, I know she's after something. Maybe, we can both get what we want.

I stepped forward without even uttering a word. I just reached out a hand to her. She took it with a soft gasp.

"Oh please," She whispered as I pulled her into my chest and kissed her. Our tongues clashed as I pressed her up against the wall of the ship behind us. Her legs snaked around my hips. The kiss was hot and wet and messy. I really put my all into it but, after a few long moments I started to suspect something was not right. She reached down between my legs and rubbed my c**k through my khakis. I was completely flacid. A few long moments passed and nothing changed.

She's a beautiful woman, flashing me a sexy smile. So why am I completely uninterested in her?

"I- Uh- I have to go." I told her before pushing gently past her and making a b-line for the stairs back down to the decks below. When i reached the lnding on the second level i didnt even pause for a second i just continued down the stairs to the main level and right off the boat onto the dock. What the hell is going on with me?

In the cab on the way back to the resort a war was raging inside me.

Amelia touched my f*****g hand and it made me feel like a kid again. I can't stop thinking about her naked and it's driving me wild. That other woman was all over me and it was like my body just didn't respond.

I ran my hands through my hair and realeased a heavy sigh.

"That's it. There's only one solution. I have to sleep with her." I whispered to myself climbing from the cab. I knew in mind there would be consequences for doing so but, there was something about her. There was something about Amelia that told me, it'd be worth it.