He Called Me Angel. Disaster Engagement Series Book 1 Free

He Called Me Angel Chapter 1 I can't believe I’m getting married today. Some people say it’s the best day of your life and all that crap but I just can't believe it's actually here. Not because I've been planing it for so long or because I'm the kind of girl that has always daydreamed about being in a big white dress. I just can't believe it's here because of the amount of times I have fallen head over heels in love with "the one" or “the best guy I've ever met" only to be let down, or in some cases I let them down. In all cases I just ran away. The press would say I've been engaged more time than Elizabeth Taylor, and with every fresh broken engagement came fresh humiliation. It didn’t help that I wasn’t just embarrassed in front of friends and family because I had the entire world watching me. Every time that I had to announce that I had split up with one of them I felt like such a failure. Well I showed them, because I have the love of my life waiting at the end of the aisle for me and he’s just as excited for us to start the rest of our lives together and I've never been more ready in my life.... I just need one more coat of lip gloss first. As I look down at my beautiful white dress I feel really proud. I had come such a long way and although I love him more than words can say, I know that for the first time in my life I can now say that I can love myself. I have finally allowed myself to be happy, I have finally accepted who I am after years of not feeling good enough. All the self loathing and uncertainty has disappeared and I actually like me for the first time in my life. He had shown me that I could be loved and that I was good enough. He is the most special person I have ever met but not only that he makes me feel special too. He had sneaked into my hotel suite last night. We weren’t supposed to see each other the night before the wedding, but I lay awake in the dark waiting for him. I knew he wouldn’t last all night without me and I was just as desperate to see him. I heard a hard knock on the door and I knew immediately that it was him. But it was the middle of the night and I didn’t want him to wake everyone up so I jumped out of bed and ran to open the door and pretended that I had been asleep by rubbing my eyes and yawning “baby you know your not supposed to see me the night before the wedding, it's bad luck" I whispered. My bridesmaids, mum and sister were asleep in the surrounding suites. My mum is a complete dragon and she would have made him go back to his own room if she would have caught him and that was the last thing I wanted. He slipped through the crack in the door and with a wicked smile, he picked me up and carried me across the huge honeymoon suite and into the bedroom. The thrill made me instantly giggle. "Be quiet sexy, I'm not supposed to be in here" he said in a hushed voice. He knew as well as I did that if the dragon caught him in my room she would cut his visit short. "Why are you here baby? I was sleeping" I said pretending to object to him sneaking in to see me “you know I can't sleep without you, especially with you just down the hallway" He gently put me down and quietly closed the bedroom door and pinned me against it. He started to kiss me. Hungry kisses, as if he hadn't seen me in a year. He was only wearing boxers, I could feel how excited he was through the light fabric. "I can't sleep, I can't stop thinking about you" he said and started to kiss down my neck, he knew this was my weak spot, I started to pant. "Let me stay in here with you I promise to be quiet" he whispered, I was only wearing a t-shirt and a thong. He began to kiss my hard n*****s through my t-shirt and I let out a huge moan. "You need to be quiet sexy, we don't want to wake up the dragon" he said, by now he had one hand gently touching me through my underwear and the other controlling hand on my arse to stop me from squirming. It felt like heaven. His month was now inside my t-shirt devouring my n*****s. I whispered "I want you" I knew this would drive him wild. Three little words that always got his attention. He stoped what he was doing, stood up straight and looked into my eyes, I loved that I had this power over him and I loved the way he looked at me, his eyes burning with desire. I rubbed my hands over his muscular chest "I said I want you baby" he quickly removed his boxers and took my t shirt off over my head. I slipped my g string down seductively, never breaking eye contact with him, he was waiting patiently for them to hit the floor. As soon as they had he pinned me to the back of the door, he grabbed my hips and lifted me so that my legs where wrapped around his waist. I could feel his erection trying to enter me, I was already wet for him. Then he said “are you ready for me?" With one hand he aligned himself with me and with one trust he was inside me, he grunted with pleasure, “Sexy I missed you" he whispered into my neck as he kissed and nibbled my sensitive skin. “I missed your big d**k" I said. I knew that's what he wanted to hear, he let out a loud moan, "f**k! you feel amazing" he said loudly. “Quiet" i whispered, but he didn't listen he started to pound into me, hard long trusts grunting and moaning as he quickened his pace. I could already feel my orgasm building, and building, my hips where moving in perfect time with his, meeting his every trust. His hand reached down to rub my throbbing c**t, "f**k me harder" I begged, “you love it when I f**k you hard don't you sexy?" he grabbed my hips to steady himself never missing a beat, I could tell he was close too. Then suddenly he stopped and kissed me deeply. Every time he kissed me it felt like the first time. He carried me over and sat me on the bedside table. It was the perfect height for him to carry on f*****g me. He pounded into me relentlessly, he spread my legs even wider than before, "spread them wide sexy, you know I love that" he said. He had one of my ankles over his shoulder, as his hands gripped the table and he was grinding his teeth I could tell he was about to lose control, it was too much and sent me over the edge, "I'm coming baby" I shouted. Waves of pleasure came over me. I was contracting and quivering around his huge d**k, and it was amazing. I was moaning against his chest, the sensation was overwhelming. I finally opened my eyes and I looked up at him and I realised that he had slowed down a little to let me catch my breath and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He began to kiss me but it was so much gentler than before. "So that's where here comes the bride comes from" he joked with a little chuckle. I started to kiss his chest and tell him he's the best I've ever had. His speed began to increase again as he caressed my breasts then he grabbed one of my knees to open my legs even wider and slammed it against the wall knocking over the lamp. The act alone made me so excited that I let out a scream. “I'm sorry baby I forgot we are supposed to be quiet" I said he gave me a filthy smirk "f**k it, you know I like it loud sexy" and he wasn't wrong there was nights at home in our own bed that he made me scream so loud that our dog Davie would howl at our bedroom door. I think poor Davie thought I was being murdered. But my perfect man liked me to be loud in bed so I always gave him what he wanted "In that case f**k me harder, I want to feel you come inside me, harder harder baby, f**k me harder!" I almost screamed at him. And with that he began to shake his head from side to side. It was something he always did when he was excited, and I found it the most sexiest things I had ever seen. Then he let out a primal groan as he banged out his orgasm into me. Breathless he wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me gently, telling me how much he loves me. As we stood gently kissing each other and coming back down to earth there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. It broke our blissful sweet moment together. And from the other side of the door rang the the dragons voice "Lydia I know exactly what you two are up too, you have woke up the whole bloody hotel, its disgusting. Don't let him see the dress" my hand flew up to my mouth, I had totally forgot about the dress, he gave me the guilty look like he was a naughty school boy that had been caught smoking. “you need to go, you can't see the dress, it's bad luck" I said trying to cover his eyes but he just gave me a sexy grin. I tried to push him but he was rooted to the floor. His body was perfect, he was perfect and I wanted him again already. "I'm going nowhere" he said "I've just started with you" He threw me onto the bed, "I'm going to make an honest woman of you tomorrow, so I think we should be really dishonest tonight" how could I resist? Here I am, sitting in front of the dressing room mirror on the morning of our wedding. Yes I know I've worn many engagement rings before, but this is the one and so is he. I started to think about all the others, all the heart break and all the diamond rings. God it's depressing. Chapter 2 Disaster Engagement Number 1 Stefan - He Called Me Angel I grew up in a working class estate in Glasgow Scotland. There were lots of kids living in our flats but the only girls on our street was myself and my sister Julia. The rest of the kids were all boys. I think that’s why I became a tomboy from a young age. My best friends were Francis Kavanagh everyone called him Franco or Fran. Then there was Jamie Russo everyone called him The Big Man because of his height and there was Christopher Macdonald, well he was always just called Chris. The boys are all very different, but I was close to all of them. The Big Man’s dad Jim played guitar in a band in the 80’s, They had one big hit song but it had quickly fizzled out. Jim was never after fame and fortune, he just loved music and playing instruments. Jim taught Franco and I how to play the guitar and he bought The Big Man his first drum kit. Chris had been taught how to play the piano from his Gran and he would play piano at every school assembly and family party because he was very talented. He could also play guitar and anything else he could get his hands on. The boys and I were best friends and I was one of the boys until i turned 12 and grew massive t**s and then I was the object of their affection and sometimes obsession, but we were still a close gang. We decided to start a band when we were 13. Franco and I would sit in his bedroom and write songs, we wanted to be the next Rolling Stones. There was never a question of if we were going to make it big, we just new we had something special. There was a huge amount of talent in the band, myself included, I'm not pretending to be humble, I'm a great singer. Apart from the talent we had, the boys are all drop dead gorgeous and I always put a lot of our success down to that. The Big Man, well his name is self explanatory, he is 6ft of pure muscle and the biggest ladies man I've ever met. He could charm the queen into a threesome, and has probably tried at one point. He could seduce any woman with a single glance. Even before we were famous I used to say he had the looks of a Hollywood actor. With his slicked back black hair and piercing blue eyes, he's absolutely gorgeous. Christopher has the cutest smile, his dimples could make any girl melt. Christopher is very lean and muscular and covered in tattoos but has the biggest heart of anyone I know. He always wore his blond hair and stubble a little scruffy but underneath he is a sensitive soul and just absolutely gorgeous. Franco has the body of an Adonis with big brown puppy dog eyes and short dark hair to match. He is always immaculately dressed, and you just had to look at him to tell he is cool. Even before we were famous you knew he was a rock star. He's just well...absolutely gorgeous. And then there’s me, I wouldn't say I'm anything special to look at. I'm quite short with long black hair tanned skin with big lips t**s and ass. And that's what my three boys call me, Gorgeous. That's their nickname for me. All the boyfriends I’ve had over the years always had a problem that the boys called me Gorgeous. I think they thought that the boys were being disrespectful or flirtatious but it was just a nickname that had stuck. We got our first record deal when we were just 16 years old and moved to London to record our first album. We decided to call the band Speed and within the first five years we were selling out stadiums all over the world. We were on every magazine cover, we won lots of music awards and all our albums went multi platinum. We were one of the biggest things to happen in music in a long time. We were young rich and successful but leaving our families at a young age made the four of us form a family unit. We had always been close when we were growing up but you really get to know people inside and out when you’re trapped on a tour bus with them for months on end. We were famous for our wild drinking and partying and our signature style of black sunglasses and leather jackets (we wore the sunglasses to try and cover the wild partying) and I always wore scarlet red lipstick on stage. We were also known for taking no s**t from no one. When the record company tried to screw us on the second tour profits we bought the record company. There were rumors that the boys could be violent if anyone crossed us. I did witness a few things but nothing as bad as the rumors. But the rumours were a good thing, it meant we had a reputation and no one would mess with us. Nobody could intimidate us, because we had each other, we were a four person army and that's a bond nobody could break. Although some would try. Chapter 3 I was 21 the first time I got engaged. Everyone said that we were far too young, I would say in magazine interviews "it doesn't matter what age you are, when you know, you know" and I knew he was an alcoholic with a small d**k, but I said yes anyway. His name was Stefan Black. He was very handsome and when he was sober he had this kind of nerdy, nervous vibe about him and that’s what first made me like him. He had been in a boy band called... I want to say 'Boy Squad' or 'Boy Scene’ I can't remember, anyway they were awful but highly successful in the UK and Europe. His band had this really clean cut image. They all wore matching suits and matching hair cuts and they always seemed to be standing in front of a wind machine as the sang to young screaming girls. I remember seeing them on TV before I had met him and laughing at how ridiculous they looked. Eventually Stefan fell out with his band members and announced that he was going to launch a solo career. I remember there was a public outcry from every teenage girl in the whole country begging him to stay with his band. A couple of months later he had tried to reinvent himself into a bad boy but all he had done was change his hair, stoped wearing suits and started drinking. He was desperate to shake off his boy band persona but he just looked uncomfortable to me. It was like he was trying to be someone he wasn’t. We first met him at an awards show, he was drunk at the next table to us and told his manager Barry to ask us if he could join us. The Big Man rolled his eyes “no offence mate but we don’t hang around with f*****g boy bands” his manager looked mortified and apologised for interrupting our evening. Chris was always such a sweetheart and he didn’t like to see anyone being left out so he shouted Barry back and invited them both over to sit with us at our table. Stefan was really drunk and he kept telling Fran that he was a big fan of him and the band. He seemed like a total loser but I felt sorry for him. The Big Man was taking the piss out of him and he was daring him to drink loads of shots. I said that I didn’t feel well and needed to go home but the truth was I couldn’t watch Stefan humiliate himself for another minute. He was bending over backwards so that the Big Man and Fran would like him and the Big Man could smell his desperation and he was messing with him. The Big Man wasn’t a bully but he knew that we were like the cool kids in school and that’s why loads of different famous people liked to be seen with us. So he would put them through their paces to see if they could earn our time. The next day the Big Man called me to say that Stefan was a laugh and that Stefan had ended up getting arrested for his drunken behaviour. They started to hang out after that which meant the Big Man had given him his stamp of approval. A few weeks later I was surprised to hear that even Fran liked him. Fran didn’t like anyone, because he was suspicious of everyone but for what ever reason he seemed to like Stefan. I thought that there must be something special about him if he had won over the boys. We all started to go out a lot after that but he was always very distant with me. I just thought that he was a mans man and just preferred to talk to the boys but once we started seeing each other he admitted that he had always fancied me and that I made him nervous. I thought it was the cutest thing I had ever heard. He also said that the Big Man and Fran had warned him to stay away from me, which was so typical of the boys. They had always been protective of me. I remember one of our first nights out with Stefan, we all ended up back at The Big Man’s place for a party. It was the early hours of the morning and I was sitting alone in the kitchen trying to text my driver to come and take me home. Stefan came in to pour himself a drink and we ended up chatting. After a couple of minutes Chris came in and stared at Stefan. I hadn’t noticed that his hand was on my arm. Chris stared at his hand then said “don’t be stupid mate. Those two will f*****g kill you” Stefan was embarrassed and apologised, but I told him not to worry about it and that he hadn’t over stepped the mark and that he was just being friendly. But I knew as well as Chris that the Big Man and Fran wouldn’t see it that way. Stefan was hilarious and would do anything to make us all laugh. Drinking his own piss and walking through a glass door were my personal favorites. We all loved to party but the boys and I could handle our alcohol. We could work hard and play hard, but we were young and we weren't hurting anyone. Stefan tried to keep up with us and we thought this was highly entertaining. He would have five shots and kick off in a bar or a club. There was always photos of him online falling about drunk or trying to punch the Paparazzi which was a far cry from his clean cut boy band days. Me and the boys could have ten shots for breakfast, and go on stage without breaking a sweat. Stefan was a light weight but all publicity is good publicity. When he put out his first solo single he was on the cover of every magazine and it went straight to number one. His song was terrible but he was handsome with loads of young fans so his career was really starting to take off. After months of us all being friends we decided to invite him as our support act on the European leg of our tour. He was delighted because this was the kind of exposure he needed and he wanted to be respected in the music industry. Not to mention that he just loved the idea of being one of us. Fran assured him that he could go on tour with us but it was under the condition that he had a bit of an image over haul. That night he went out with Chris and got drunk and got a full tattoo sleeve. Chris thought is was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. He said that Stefan had fainted because of the pain and then he was sick on the tattoo artist. Chris said that it was only because she had been such a big fan of him in his boy band days that she finished the tattoo. Stefan then started hitting the gym with the Big Man and he was starting to look really buff. Although The Big Man and Stefan had became good mates Stefan was never a ladies man like The Big Man. He was more interested in what was in the bottom of a bottle than trying to get into groupies pants. Then he got his hair cut like Fran and started to dress like him and he also tried to act a little like Fran, which I thought was a bit sad. I felt really sorry for him because he seemed lost. I got the impression he was trying to find himself or that he was lonely and that he was desperate to fit in with us. One magazine joked that he was turning into the fifth member of our band because he was constantly photographed with us. When he read it he was as proud as punch. But the truth was that he could never be one of us. We had been friends since we were little kids and we were like family to each other and Stefan was just a drunken acquaintance. More importantly because he was signed to our record label, he was an employee and although we were fond of him I think deep down he knew he would never be properly one of us. One day out of the blue Stefan text to ask me to help him write a few songs for his next album because he needed a new sound. I had no idea that he even had my number. I text him back and said yes. After all, the royalties would always come in handy and although he was starting to look the part I wanted him to sound the part too. Also he was a nice guy on the few occasions that I had spoken to him when he was sober and he had always been kind to me. He had sent me the loveliest flowers on my birthday and he always complemented me saying I looked nice which isn't unusual in the music business. There was a lot of brown nosing but it seemed genuine coming from him. He text me back straight away and asked if I could meet him for lunch to discuss it further. I agreed and he text me back “it’s a date xxxxx” I let out a little giggle when I read it because he was walking around acting like a bad boy but he actually seemed like a sweetheart. When I turned up at the restaurant Stefan was already there and he was absolutely wasted. I had brought Chris with me and he was laughing at how drunk he was. Stefan looked a mess and he kept shouting for the waiter to get us shots of tequila. After a while I couldn’t make out a word he was saying so I called his manager Barry and asked him to come and take him home. He had sobered up a little by the time Barry got there. Stefan excused himself and went to the bathroom and Barry apologized for his behavior but I told him not to worry about it. After all, this wasn’t the first lunch I had to cut short because me or one of the boys were a little drunk. Then Barry said that Stefan would really beat himself up about embarrassing himself in front of me. Barry said that he had been Stefans manager since he was a teenager and that he had seen a real change in him lately. When I asked him what he meant he said that Stefan was acting like a rock star and that he was trying to impress me and the boys, but the truth was that he was always nervous and that’s why he drank himself silly around us. I felt awful for him. Barry managed to get Stefan home and the next day Stefan sent me flowers with a note attached with an apology. It said that he was sorry and he understood if I didn’t want to help him with his songs. I texted him to say thanks for the flowers and I invited him over to my place one evening so we would have plenty of privacy and I had a piano so we could write some music together. I had a big flat in London, it was a converted old factory and had a elevator that opened up right into my living room. It also had two large balconies, big kitchen, cinema room, jacuzzi and a walk in wardrobe and the best part was that it was just around the corner from Fran. It meant that even when we weren't on the road I knew that he was still close by. I stood in my kitchen that night wishing I hadn't agreed to Stefan coming over because I was tired. I just wanted to eat dinner and watch my favourite tv show London Streets in bed. London Streets was a drama based on a family of gangsters in the east end of London. It was totally cheesy and I was obsessed with it. By that I mean I was obsessed with one of the gangsters. His name was Jason Spence and he was the oldest son of the main gangster and I loved him. He was handsome with huge muscles. He had a shaved head and beautiful green eyes. He was a bad boy and he was the only reason I had started to watch the show but after the first few episodes I was hooked, although I knew it was a far cry from the reality of living in that kind of world, I still enjoyed the far stretched story lines. I had been looking forward to that episode all week but I had agreed to help Stefan and any friend of the boys is a friend of mine. I put on the tv to catch the first five minutes before Stefan was due to arrive. Jason Spence’s beautiful face appeared on my tv and I let out a little scream of excitement because he was so gorgeous. He was arguing with some guy about money and he punched the guy and squared off his shoulders “shut it you slag” he said in his gruff cockney accent and I was melting.