He Called Me Princess. Disaster Engagement Series Book 3 Lynn Smith

I could hear someone gently tapping on my honeymoon suite door. I had asked my bridesmaids and mum to leave me alone for a while because they were panicking over the most stupid things and it was getting on my nerves. This was my wedding day and I didn't want it to be stressful. I just couldn't wait to see him. I wanted to run up the aisle to him and shout 'I DO' at the top of my voice because I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. But I knew not everyone was happy about us being together, but I loved him and it doesn't matter what other people think because we are meant for each other. The bedroom door opened and it was my bridesmaid Carmela. When she seen me in my wedding dress she had tears in her eyes. I stood up and gave her a huge grin. "Hi Gorgeous, you look stunning. You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen in my life”. I looked at myself in the mirror. Although I did look pretty, I think the fact that I was so happy made me look incredible. "Thanks Carmela, you're right, I am the best bride ever!" she let out a little laugh. "I brought this in for you" she lay my veil down on the bed. She ran her fingers over the delicate lace. "I just hope you get to wear your vail, because I didn't get to wear my vail did I Lyds?" The memory of what happened clearly made her blood boil and she gave me a look like if it wasn't my wedding day she was going to slap me. "Yeah sorry again about all that" I said sheepishly. Disaster engagement number 2 He called me Princess A year had passed since Stefan had attacked me again and so much had changed in that year and I couldn’t believe it was nearly Christmas again. The boys and I had toured the US for a few months at the beginning of the year and it had been absolute mayhem, every city was crazier than the last. Constantly being mobbed with fans was something we were used to, but I always found it more overwhelming in the states because of the amount of people and the size of the stadiums. It was a sell out tour but we had to cut it a little short because Carmela was pregnant and she was struggling with all the traveling. We had been flying to a different city every couple of days and she was starting to get uncomfortable and tired towards the end. I couldn’t help but notice how different the tour had been compared to all the others. I think because Chris was sober and he had Carmela with him, he wasn’t as much fun. Of course we were happy for him, but he had turned into a boring old fart. Chris would go straight to bed after every show and get up early to meditate. Sometimes we would pass him in the hotel as we were getting back from a night out as he was heading out to a yoga session. Fran, the Big Man and I more than made up for his lack of drinking and we partied all over the states. The Big Man slept with every woman he could get his hands on and myself and Fran drank ourselves stupid. There was constant photos of us all online hanging out with celebrity's, being drunk on a national chat show and my favourite was when the Big Man showed up at his movie premiere drunk, wearing a tuxedo and sunglasses, with two blonde models on his arm. It was the premiere for the movie he had made with my ex boyfriend Tommy, so needless to say I didn’t go with him. I felt awful that I wasn’t there to support the Big Man on his special night but he told me that he understood that I didn't want to come face to face with Tommy after the way I had dumped him. As it turned out I could have gone, because Tommy was filming his next movie and didn’t go to the premiere. As soon as everyone heard that the Big Man was in the film it became an over night hit. Our song and music video to go along with it went straight to number one all over Europe and the U.S. but we were too busy with the tour to notice how successful it had become. The press loved all the hype from our Tour and we were on the cover of every trashy magazine. One night we were on stage and I was pretty drunk but I was still managing to get through the set. There was thousands of people in the crowd but I felt like I was singing in my shower on my own. A guy managed to climb on stage and get passed the security and ran up to me. He was crying and he tried to hug me. I was too drunk to care but Fran calmly walked over to us and punched the guy in the face and then he calmly walked back over to where he had been standing and carried on playing his guitar and the crowd cheered, I felt terrible for the poor guy, so when he woke up we took him out with us to a party, he said it was the best night of his life, he had met his favourite band and got knocked out by Fran and he told me that he was ‘living the dream.’ When the tour ended Carmela decided that she wanted to go back home to LA to have the baby and that they would move there permanently. Chris sat us all down and cried when he told us that he was moving away from London. “I'm going to miss you guys, but I need to do what's right for my family. I want Carmela to be happy. I can't believe I need to leave the band. But I understand that you will need to replace me." He said through his tears and we were all confused. "what do you mean leave the band? We will just have to move with you guys to LA.” Said Fran and he looked at us all and we nodded our heads in agreement. After all, if Chris was moving to LA we were all moving. I was happy to leave London because there were too many bad memories there for me and I wanted a fresh start. The Big Man was ecstatic because he absolutely loved the states and he was sick of the girls in London, he said that he needed some fresh meat. Fran was happy too. He loved being anywhere hot and he was always happy as long as the four of us were together and Chris was ecstatic that we were moving with him. By that summer Carmela and Chris welcomed a beautiful baby girl. I fell in love with her right away. She was basically my little niece and my heart was bursting with pride "This must be what love at first sight feels like" I said to Fran. He said that was the cutest thing he'd ever heard. They named her Waterfall....yip Waterfall. Her name is Waterfall MacDonald. Poor little thing. She had big beautiful blue eyes and blond hair just like her mum and dad. The big man and Stacey were still together kind of, I think, they were always on and off. He would either dump her for being too needy or she would dump him if she thought he was cheating on her, which of course he always was. Stacey came to LA with us too. She said there was no good acting jobs in London, so she went to 5 million auditions in Hollywood and eventually got a small part in a sit com series and I was really proud of her. I bought a huge house over looking the sea in Malibu. It had a private beach, a large swimming pool with a water fall in it and a recording studio and office. It also had a helicopter pad and a guest house. It was perfect. It had large gates surrounding it and lots of security staff and for the first time in a longtime I felt safe. I could wake up in the morning and walk out onto the balcony and feel the sea breeze or have breakfast on the patio and listen to the waves. It was my own little paradise. But there was 10 bedrooms and at any time there could be all three of the boys staying over. Which was great sometimes but other times I just wanted to enjoy the peace and tranquility on my own. When we got to LA we quickly made a few friends because there was so many British people living there, which was nice because it was like having a little piece of home. The Big Man was approached by a director and asked to play the leading man in a western movie. It was about a cowboy looking for revenge for his fathers death and after a bit of soul searching he decided to do it. The movie he had filmed with Tommy had been a huge success back home and it had won him a couple of awards because he was a natural actor. Fran agreed that the Big Man could star in this movie because Fran and I were busy writing the new album and the Big Man didn't take any part in that side of the band, so he had the time to concentrate on other things. Fran said he wanted us to take our time with this new album and that there was no rush. We had made a fortune already so it wasn't about money, it was about enjoying what we were doing. It was nearly Christmas again and Chris and Carmela were getting married in the new year. They decided to have the ceremony in a Scottish castle so that Chris's Gran could be there because she couldn't fly to America. Carmela asked her sister April, as well as myself and Stacey to be her bridesmaids. Which was really sweet as we had became close friends. She asked us to go with her to New York for her final wedding dress fitting but Stacey couldn't make it because she was filming. So it was just Carmela, myself and her sister April. April was a nice girl but she liked the ladies more than the Big Man and I would constantly catch her staring at Stacey bum. She was also one of Carmela's bridesmaids but she insisted on wearing a tuxedo like the boys rather than a dress like us and I loved that idea because the bridesmaid dresses were vile. But Carmela wanted me in a dress and what the bride wants the bride gets. Little Waterfall didn't come with us to New York because it was only a over night stay and we had lots to fit in during our time there. As we left JFK airport I couldn’t believe how cold it was in New York. I had only been living in California for a short time but I had already grew accustomed to the heat there. Although it was freezing it was so Christmassy compared to LA and I loved passing all the shops with there Christmas decorations. I had spent the past two Christmas’s staying with Fran with broken bones given to me by Stefan and I wanted this one to be great. Apart from anything it was Waterfalls first ever Christmas and I wanted it to be extra special for us all. We went through Manhattan in a town car and stoped at the wedding dress designers private studio. As we got out of the car there was a lot of photographers snapping photos of me and Carmela. That was the good thing about LA, everyone was a celebrity so no one gave a s**t who you were or where you were going. Carmela tried on her dress and appeared like a vision in front of me. "Carmela! I'm speechless you are beautiful" I looked around at April and she was ignoring us and playing on her phone. She finally glanced at Carmela and said "yeah, you look nice sis.” Poor April, shopping for wedding dresses clearly wasn't her scene. That night April asked us to accompany her to a charity event. It was raising money for endangered sea life or something. We agreed to go with her because we had dragged her around shopping all day and because it was downstairs in our hotel. The ballroom had huge round tables with up to 14 people at each table. There was 4 speeches from people very passionate about this cause and each one was more boring than the last. Carmela was yawning her head off and I was swigging champagne like it was going out of style. There was a spare seat next to me that was meant for Stacey. Lucky b***h I bet she's at home laughing at us stuck here listening to this crap. After what felt like a life time Carmela told me she was going to head up to bed. “I’m sorry Gorgeous, this is my first night away from the baby and I plan on taking full advantage of that huge bed" she said with a yawn. I couldn't blame her because it was so boring and it had been a long day. I kissed her on the cheek "night night honey, I'm just going to finish my drink, then I'm going to head up myself." Carmela said goodnight to everyone at the table but April was in deep discussion with an older gentleman and they looked like they were debating about something and I couldn't be less interested. I was daydreaming about going upstairs to my hotel room and treating myself to a bubble bath when I felt someone sit down next to me in the empty seat. I didn’t take any notice as I finished my drink when suddenly I soft lips brush against my ear. "Sweetheart, you are a very hard girl to get a hold of.” My heart nearly stopped beating when I realised that it was him, it was my ex Micheal. I haven't seen him in 2 years and I could feel his breath on my neck and my skin was tingling with excitement. I swung around in my chair to face him. "Michael! What are you doing here?" He looked fantastic, his hair was a little longer and he was wearing a black suit and tie. I stared at him in disbelief and together with his perfect square jaw and beautiful green eyes, I was melting in my chair. He was a little out of breath and he ignored my question. "Jesus sweetheart, you look sensational." he said with a smile and ran his fingers down my arm and I was tingling under his touch. He reached over and kissed my cheek and I wanted to grab his beautiful face for a real kiss. Even though I hadn’t even kissed a man since Tommy just over a year ago I managed to keep my cool. I often thought about Michael, but I always tried to put him to the back of my mind because I knew that we could never be together because of his work schedule, which was more important to him than being with me. I hadn’t seen him for two years and he had stopped speaking to me when he read online that I had married Fran in Vegas that’s why I was totally gobsmacked to see him. The sad fact was that Michael rubbing my back was the most exciting thing to happen to me in a long time. God I'm a loser. "Oh Michael, you are so handsome" He gave me his devilish smile. "Why are you here Michael?" I asked again. "I have some filming commitments in Boston and I was speaking to Stacey yesterday and she said that you would be here, and that I could steal her seat." I couldn't believe it "you still speak to Stacey?" He nodded his head and laughed “Yes. She's my buddy, and she always lets me know what your doing and where you are." I was a little flattered that he still cared what I was doing with my life but I was kind of pissed off that he could speak to Stacey and not to me. I was about to give him a piece of my mind and ask him not to use my friend as a spy when he looked deep into my eyes and I wanted to jump on him and kiss his face. I bet that would have made the boring charity night more interesting. "Why are you out of breath?" I asked "I had filming for my new movie, then I had to catch a flight here to see you, then I thought I was going to be too late, and that some other prick would have been all over you, but it looks like I was here just in time. You look incredible Sweetheart" he said as he studied my face for a reaction. I was lost in his eyes for a moment when April interrupted us. “Gorgeous, I'm going to the bar, can I get you another drink?" Michael looked totally confused "yeah can I have a glass of champagne please and Michael will have a whiskey" they both looked at each other like two lions about to attack. Then his face softened and he put his hand out "Hi, I'm Mick" she shook his hand "I'm April, I will just get those drinks" once she was out of earshot he said "who the f**k is that and why is she calling you gorgeous?" I decided to wind him up "that's my girlfriend April" his face dropped "I don't know if I should be turned on or heartbroken" "are you turned on because she's my lover" I said in a stupid voice, pretending to be sexy. "I wonder why Stacey didn't mention that I'm a lesbian now" he was quiet for a second "are you really seeing that girl sweetheart?" I had to put him out of his misery "don't be daft it's Carmelas sister, and I think she calls me gorgeous because Carmela and Chris do" "well she has one hell of a handshake" he said shaking his wrist. "I think she likes you sweetheart. She stared at me like she was going to attack me for touching you" "don't be silly" "I'm not being silly, because if she wants a fight, she can have one. I don't usually hit girls but I will take her outside and..." April arrived back at her table with the drinks and Michael looked intimidated by her. "Where are you from April?" he asked politely as she sat down next to me. This was classic Michael, he was trying to charm a smile out of her but his beautiful face and sexy accent wasn't going to work on her. They chatted for a while as I sat silently between them. After a while she started to soften a little. "Sweetheart do you fancy a dance?" He said brushing the back of his hand up and down my arm "Yes of course" he led me up to the dance floor it was full of stuffy old men and old ladies dripping in diamonds. He placed his hand at the bottom of my back, he was almost touching my arse and I put my hands on his shoulders and we swayed to the music. It was quiet between us but it was comfortable. "I've missed you very much sweetheart" he said "I've missed you too" then an old couple interrupted us "your wife is very beautiful" said the lady "we've been married for 53 years" "wow what's you secret?" I asked "never go to bed angry and always marry your first love. Because there is no love like it" the old man slapped Michael on the back "you are a lucky son of a b***h" and we let out a laugh and the couple carried on dancing. "Well did you hear that? That confirms it we have to get married now. Those two know what they are talking about. First loves should always get married" "yeah but it doesn't really work for us, because you were my first love but I wasn't yours" as soon as I said it I regretted it because he looked totally offended “yes you were" "no I wasn't you had girlfriends before me?" "But I didn't love them" he looked sincere. "The last time I held you in my arms was a Christmas party, do you remember? You sang Santa baby" "that was 2 years ago can you believe it, I'm sorry about what happened that night Michael, running away like that" "please don't be sorry sweetheart, although I was pretty annoyed with you at the time I could let you make it up to me tonight" he said as he stroked my face. "why don't we go upstairs to my hotel room and we can talk about it" he smiled and grabbed my hand and headed straight towards the elevator. I thought he was going to pull my arm out the socket. When the doors opened he pushed me inside. He walked towards me. I ducked to avoid him and pressed the floor number. "You love to run away from me" "only because you love chasing me so much" he headed towards me again and smiled to himself as he thought he had me cornered. But I managed to riggle free. The elevator doors opened and I dashed out and ran along the corridor. I stoped at the hotel room door and struggled to get my key card to work He came up behind me and put his hands around my waist "you can run sweetheart but I will always catch you" he said as he gently kissed my neck. I opened the door and went inside and turned to face him. He was handsome and sexy and everything I had always wanted. His piercing green eyes were hungry with lust. He slammed the door closed behind him and took off his suit jacket. He grabbed me tight and his whole body was crushed against me. When ever he kissed me he would always put his hand on either side of my face or hold my hair,it was as if he didn’t want me to get away, he kissed me and it was deep and rough. He put one hand on my breast and grabbed it hard. “Michael take it slow we have all night” I said “I can’t take it slow I need you right now” I gently kissed him and took a step back. I wanted to tease him until he couldn’t take it anymore. “Patience baby" I said with a smile "I've been patient enough, I’ve missed you sweetheart,I can't be patient, I need to see you naked” the words were like a shot straight to my groin. But I didn’t want him to know the affect he had on me. I wanted to be in control for once, and I knew that the fact I was naked underneath my dress would send him over the edge. I turned my back to him and said “can you help me out of this dress" he gently unzipped the back and I let it fall the the ground. And stepped out of it on only my heels, I could hear his breathing quicken as he quickly undid his trousers “Jesus your sexy” he said almost out of breath already "You seem to be losing your composure baby" he was silent for a second and started to kiss my neck “that's enough I'm not playing around, sweetheart. Why am I surprised you have no underwear on you little tease” he kept kissing my neck and reached his hand around my waist and down between my legs. I wasn’t expecting it and let out a little giggle of excitement. He roughly rubbed my c**t and i threw my head back onto his shoulder and fisted his hair with both hands. This feeling was worth waiting for. He knew my body better than I knew myself,after all he was the one that had showed me that s*x wasn’t painful or demoralising and I loved him for that and I was panting under his touch. “You think I forgot how much you love that” he said as he kissed my neck, I was close to coming, then I could feel him touching himself with his other hand long fast strokes up and down his d**k. he spun me around and kissed me deeply, then broke away “you love this too don’t you sweetheart?” When I looked down he had his big d**k in his hand “oh Michael you know that’s my favorite” he gave me his wolffish grin and I was weak in the knees. “Lie on the bed sweetheart, I want you right now” I lay in the middle of the bed I was sticking my chest out and playing with my hair. “Jesus your so f*****g sexy I can’t take it” he stripped the rest of his cloths off, I was still wearing my heels and he slowly removed them one at a time never taking his eyes off me. He dragged me by the ankle towards him and I giggled he was standing over me with a serious look on his face “you won’t be f*****g laughing when Im finished with you sweetheart” sometimes I felt as if he could stare right into my soul. He bent down in front of me and kissed from my knee all the way up until he was between my legs. He quickly licked my c**t and the sensation was enough to make me scream at the top of my lungs. I haven’t had s*x since I split from Tommy just over a year before and although the s*x with Tommy was fantastic he never once went down on me. Not once. Sometimes I would fantasise that he would but he never did, I always found it very strange. Stefan did it but only for a second or two then he would either come or ask me to go down on him the selfish little dickhead but I think Michael had spoiled me at a young age. I was kind of glad Tommy didn’t do it because it was Michaels thing. Michael was licking and sucking my c**t and I was in heaven then he slid two fingers inside me and started to pump in and out, the feeling was fantastic. Then he said “Do you want me to f**k you sweetheart?”in his sexy Irish accent “Do you remember the first time. You used to beg me to f**k you. I deserve a medal for not doing it” that was true I was ten years younger than him and I was only 16 when we met. He asked me out on a date but when he found out my age we agreed to be friends then after a while we couldn’t pretend that we didn’t fancy each other so we started dating. At first we would only kiss and we would sleep in the same bed but he always refused to have s*x with me because I was young. Then it turned into just foreplay. Then when I was 17 he couldn’t take it any longer and finally gave in and the rest is history. “I want you to f**k me Michael please I’m begging you” he stopped what he was doing and climbed on top of me. He loved the thought of me begging but it wasn’t as if he would actually have said ‘no thanks sweetheart, do you know what? I’m just going to stick my suit back on and call it a day.’ He looked into my eyes and I was wet and ready but I thought entered my mind “Do you have any condoms?" His face changed “Eh s**t no!" I wasn’t on any birth control "Why?” I asked, he gave me a little smile “I didn't think I’d get this far" he kissed me “you talk big for someone that doesn't think he has a chance" "no I don't talk big I am big sweetheart" he put his eyebrows up and down, he was big and I was a bit scared in case it hurt “oh Michael I want you, but I’m not on the pill” “let’s just chance it sweetheart” I had only lost the baby last year and hadn’t had s*x since I wanted to slap him for being so stupid when he said “come on sweetheart it will be fine” “No I’m sorry you will need to go and buy some” I could tell he was disappointed but he just kissed me again and then out of no where he pushed his d**k into me and grinded back and forward. “Michael that feels amazing, but....” “tell me to stop” he kept slowly pumping into me “tell me to stop” but I couldn’t the sensation of him inside me felt amazing. I couldn’t even speak “That’s what I thought sweetheart” he began to really pound