Looking for a Bride

03 - Tommáz Walker

Tommáz Walker

How did a woman manage to make me lose my composure like that in a single f**k, I remove the blindfold as soon as I hear the door slam, but let her think she'll only be like this for one night, this whole week I'll make her mine until I've had my fill, tomorrow after my aunt's fashion show I'll be here looking for her, because I'm sure there'll be a big neon sign on each of the models' necks indicating that there's a limit there.

I love my aunt, she got closer over the years to my parents, mainly because they weren't brought up together and all the drama that happened during the beginning of my parents' marriage.

I look at my wallet and sigh when I realize that I have a little over four thousand dollars in my wallet, which I had withdrawn earlier at the airport to exchange.

"Lucky daughter of a mother," I say with a smile on my face. "I'd give you a lot more if you'd let me see your face."

I get out of bed and start looking for my clothes, turn on the bedroom light and realize what's going on.

The condom ripped, damn it.

I feel like I've got a jackhammer in my chest and if the masked woman doesn't take contraceptives, I shake my head in denial, I can't believe a call girl doesn't take preventative measures, something like this can always happen.

I put on my clothes with impressive speed, I want to try and find the masked woman and tell her about the incident, so that she can take action.

I leave the room with a smile and start looking for the owner of the mask with a peacock adorned with its majestic feathers, you can't miss her in this place, her mask made her the center of attention. I walk back to the cabin I was in earlier to wait for Kevin, who is probably with the redhead he had chosen.

My box was on a mezzanine level, giving me a perfect view of the movement of everyone who was mesmerized by the dancer who was performing at that moment.

If Ella thinks I won't see her again, she's very mistaken, that Cinderella tattoo on her ass is something I won't soon forget, when I got her on all fours I took advantage of the position and realized that she really does have a beautiful body and I saw that she had a delicate tattoo with fine lines, too bad I couldn't look at it clearly, I didn't want her to catch me without the blindfold.

I'm frustrated when I can't find her anywhere in the cabaret, my irritation and worry start to hit my mind like a f*****g jackhammer, I look at my wristwatch and realize it's almost three in the morning, I'm sure I'll have a f*****g headache tomorrow from lack of sleep.

Because I'm sure Mrs. Enora Miller will wake us up extremely early for my cousin's wedding the day before Paris Fashion Week, we'll have a very busy week.

My masquerade might as well be one of my aunt's models, at least I wouldn't have so much trouble tracking her down...

"Dude, I think we can go," Kevin emerges from the darkness, I look at my friend's satisfied face.

"Yeah, we really have to go, the wedding is early tomorrow and I'm sure everyone will be watching our tired faces," I say as I stand up.

"Say it for yourself, because that redhead has put me off and I've arranged to spend the night with her after the parade," my friend announces as soon as we leave the box.

"Unfortunately I didn't have the same luck, I found Cinderella, but like the story she was gone as soon as she heard the clock chime," I start to tell my friend what I've done, he just nods.

I'm heading towards the family mansion, I love it when we come to Paris, it's a place I'd really love to live and build another emporium to run, too bad the Walker headquarters are in Chicago, I'd be delighted to bring everything and work here.

We arrive at the mansion and I notice that there are already people coming and going, Laura's wedding ceremony will be here, it's probably the team preparing everything for the party that will only be for the family and a few close people.

I go into my room with my thoughts still on that blonde who drove me crazy in just over an hour and didn't even let our fun last longer. I take a quick shower to get rid of the sweet smell of my cinderella's perfume, fall into bed and it's not long before I fall asleep, bringing disturbing dreams of the masked woman angry with me for getting her pregnant.

I wake up desperate with the dream of seeing the woman with a peacock on her face, with a beautiful belly and a sweet, romantic look exuding from her skin. Just imagining that body again makes my erection grow in a way that I can barely explain to myself.

"You've gone mad Tom, you've got a hard-on for a pregnant woman, may God protect me from an unplanned pregnancy, even worse out of wedlock, my mother will kill me," I mutter, opening my eyes and seeing the clock strike 5.

I hear the door open and change position so that my visitor doesn't notice my morning erection. My sister opens the door and looks at my face, smiling debauchedly.

"If you'd stayed at home you wouldn't be so wrecked. Good morning! Little brother," Larissa smiles and greets me. "Our grandmother asked everyone to come downstairs, he has an announcement to make, we're just waiting for you in the office."

"Tell him I'm coming, I'll just put on some more comfortable clothes and be down in a minute," I see her agree and leave my room with a smile on her face.

I get out of bed, stretching and pushing my laziness aside, I go into the closet and choose a sweatshirt to go and meet my family.

As soon as I step out into the hallway, I hear my aunt Noely, who is probably putting the finishing touches to Elisa's wedding preparations.

"Amélie, please arrange all this, I'll go downstairs and see what my mother is up to, I'll meet you at the coffee table in a minute," The sound of the door catches my attention and I turn towards the two women who are walking towards me.

"Good morning, auntie!" I kiss her cheek and hold out my arm for her to walk beside me.

"Good morning darling, what a miracle it is that you're awake, I was sure I'd only see you on the staff choosing some of my models," I start laughing at my aunt.

"That was the plan, but I think I found a Cinderella last night," I say, winking at her, who pats my hand.

"I can't believe I'll see the day my chicken nephew finds a woman to make him responsible," I say and we burst into laughter.

We go downstairs followed by my aunt's personal assistant, a blonde girl with lovely eyes who looks embarrassed standing next to us, and it's only then that I realize how rude I've been and don't introduce me to the little woman.

"Sorry, I was rude, I'm Tommáz Walker!" I say, staring into the eyes of the woman who holds my gaze.

"Enchanté monsieur, Amélie Petit," I hear her voice and feel as if I already know her, but I'm sure she hadn't been hired the last time I came to Paris.

"Stop staring at her, Tom, I'm not going to lose my assistant because of you," I look away from those mesmerizing eyes and watch her walk away towards the coffee table that was already set up.

"Jeez, auntie, I'm not even that naughty," I hear her laugh and I put my arm around her shoulder and kiss her cheek as we enter the office.

"You've finally arrived, Tom, close the door and sit down," my grandmother commands and I just obey,

The whole family was there, scattered around all the chairs and armchairs that were part of her office decor.

"As you all know, I have a will, and I've decided to make some changes to it to benefit the Miller company," I watch as my grandmother pulls an envelope out of the drawer and puts it on the table.

"Mom knows there's no need to...", my mother interrupts my father, which is strange.

"Shut up, Noah, let your mother do the talking," we laugh at my mother's warning.

"So, I want you all to know that my inheritance, the running of the Miller house, will go to my married heir with a child," I feel a pang in my chest, with this my grandmother has practically removed me from the share of the estate, since I have no plans to get married.

I feel all the stares falling on me, it's like a damn plan to put an end to my nights out and not have a woman every night.

"Grandma, that's not fair, since Laura is getting married today and neither I, nor my brothers, have any wedding plans," I say as I watch the eyes of the little candle I love the most.

Mrs. Enora Miller, an American who took refuge in a different country to forget my grandfather, who was forced to marry the woman he didn't love, has managed to build a fashion empire here in Paris, even though Walker doesn't directly manage the finances of Maison Miller, our audits go hand in hand, since we are a family. I see it grow every day with the quarterly balance sheets and I can't accept not being in on the share, damn it, I'm a grandson too.

I don't care about the money, but only because I can't accept someone from outside the family managing it all, if my brother was already engaged and thinking about marriage I wouldn't feel so bad, but handing over the power of my grandmother's inheritance to a man we barely know isn't right, we have nothing against Laura's fiancé, but he's not a Miller or a Walker, to receive the family inheritance hand in hand.

I take a deep breath and look at everyone there who accepts my grandmother's wishes, but if that's what she wants for her will, then I'll have to find my CinderElla to become my Mrs. Walker and thus keep the family fortune in Walker hands.