Looking for a Bride

04 - Amélie Petit

Amélie Petit

Not having had much rest during the night with my boss's nephew hit me hard, as I needed to be at the mansion before five to help with the wedding preparations and especially with the last details for the fashion show on the first night.

I have no idea how I'm going to behave in front of Noely's nephew, the only thing I do know is that his generosity helped pay for one of the Dior dresses I'll be wearing during the week.

I pack a small bag with everything I'll need to wear during the day, both for the wedding and for tonight's first fashion show. I'm excited, it's the first time I'll be taking part in fashion week, working with one of the designers as renowned as Valentino, Dior, Saint Laurent and many others.

Today will be so hectic that I probably won't meet Monsieur Walker, he'll probably be asleep as soon as I set foot in the mansion, the thought is even comforting, my luck is that he hasn't seen my hair or he might recognize it. I take a deep breath with the positive thought that I won't bump into the handsome gentleman at any moment.

"Man hot as hell," I feel a heat rising up and warming my neck.

Remembering how Tommáz pleasured me yesterday makes me sigh. It's been a long time since I've felt as much pleasure with a man as he did that night, but how could I not feel pleasure with that little toy that made me have several orgasms.

Before I leave, I leave a note for Laura, who probably isn't home yet. I know that when she arrives, she'll insist that I tell her everything in detail.

It's still too early for there to be public transport on the street, I'll have to ask for a car by app, I hope there will be one at some point, I look at my cell phone and it's still too early, thank God I was lucky and one was already coming.

I grab everything I need, check once more to make sure I haven't forgotten anything, as I won't have time to come back here. I take another deep breath and put on the mask of a total stranger, at least to Monsieur Walker.

In the car my thoughts turn to the Jacques Leclerc problem, I have no idea how to pay off the debt my father incurred with this loan shark, mobster or whatever he is, I can't simply settle the amount, I remember the day he surrounded me at work.

It was a hot day, I was leaving Maison Miller so that I could have lunch with Laura and celebrate my birthday, a day that turned dark for me.

As I left the Miller building, I felt a hand squeezing my arm and the barrel of a gun in my waistband. Desperation made me shut up and I began to follow the stranger who led me to a black car with dark windows.

"Get in, no questions asked," I looked around and saw no police, there was no one to beg for help, so I did as he told me.

There was a man in the car, handsome by the way, but the look in his eyes scared me. I felt an enormous weight when he looked at me from head to toe.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!!!" I couldn't answer, I was petrified of that stranger.

"You're a beautiful woman, I think I'll change my plans," I heard him say as the car started to move. "Don't be alarmed Cher, we'll get you to work on time, we'll just talk".

The drive wasn't long, he just drove around a few nearby streets and soon we pulled up in front of a mirrored building, I watch as the man in the suit next to me gets out of the car and closes his door, before I can consider going back the way he came and running like my life depended on it, the door behind me opens. I see him holding out his hand in a silent offer, I have no choice but to accept and find out what he wants with me.

Even though I suspect my father has something to do with it, I haven't seen him for so long, the last time I saw him I had to pay several bills so he wouldn't lose the only thing that still belongs to my mother, the house I grew up in. The stranger put his hand on the base of my spine, guiding me towards the elevator.

Inside the metal box, his initials were carved into it, making me curious as to where it might be and feeling extremely uncomfortable because, until now, I didn't know anything about what they wanted with me.

"Come along, mademoiselle, it's time we had a little chat," I hear him whisper as the doors open to reveal a large, empty restaurant.

He leads me to a table set with two places, with a small arrangement of lilies making up the decoration, an excess of cutlery, bowls and glasses that I wouldn't even know where to begin, like a gentleman he pulls out a chair so I can sit down, I see him opening his Armani and looking directly at me with a mischievous smile on his face.

"So, mademoiselle, my name is Jacques Leclerc, it was a little difficult to find you, but I'm a determined man, especially for those who owe me and your father, Cher, owes me a debt," I close my eyes in frustration at the confirmation of what I already suspected. "He confirmed to me that you have a way of paying what you owe me and since your father has disappeared, I took possession of the house where he lived? "The house where I grew up, it can't be.

"What am I doing here, Monsieur?" I finally ask.

"You're here because you can choose a way to pay me back, you can give me the amount your father owes me, or you can agree to be my wife and I'll forget the debt he owes me, I can see on your face that that house is important to you!" The look on my face, stunned by his indecent proposal, leaves me speechless.

"How do you expect me to accept a marriage with someone I don't even know?" I ask so quietly that I don't even expect an answer.

"Marriages in ancient times were like that Cher, but I understand you and I'm not a man who insists, think about the proposal, marriage or paying me the nine hundred and sixty thousand euros your father owes me," he says with a smug smile on his lips.

"How can you come up with that amount?" I put my hand to my face and feel the weight of responsibilities that aren't mine on my shoulders.

"Your father Cher, he's a gambling addict, he gave the house as collateral in a bet that he lost," I take a deep breath looking at the man's explanation. "But my surprise was to discover that the house wasn't in his name, so he ran away and I went looking for you, because of your beauty I'll let you choose what you prefer."

I looked around and realized that the man wasn't really someone I could fool, there were security guards in the corners pretending that it wasn't happening here. But I have to think of a way to get rid of this monsieur.

"I can't afford it and the house is the only thing I have to remember my mother by, Monsieur, please don't take it away from me," I let the tears of happy memories run down my face.

"I know, but more about you than you think Cher, here's what I'll do, just because I want to make you my wife, you have a year to raise that amount and pay me, if you can't you'll be my payment, do you accept?" He says with a nonchalance.

It's as if he had a conviction that I would really accept the deal with him, but far be it from me to have to accept that.

"All right, I'll pay off the debt, I don't know how, but in a year I'll pay off the amount you're asking for," a smug smile appears and then a laugh that startles me.

"I like your hope, but it's always like that, first you have to have something to fight for, I'd love to see you handed over to me, mademoiselle," I watch as he snaps his fingers and soon afterwards a trolley with sophisticated dishes is delivered to our table. "Have lunch with me, in a moment Pierre will take you back to your work".

I look towards the man who practically kidnapped me from Miller's sidewalk and nod. I try to eat what I've been offered, but my head is spinning in a whirlpool of problems that my father has put me in...

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when the car pulled up in front of Mrs. Maison Miller's mansion, I paid the driver and entered the house already full of people preparing the ceremony for the very few guests invited to Laura's wedding.

I'm greeted by the housekeeper, who gives me a huge smile. She knew me almost three years ago when I started working for Noely as her assistant.

"She's electric, miss, give me your things, I'll leave them in the room where she always stays", I approach the woman and kiss her cheek, thanking her for her help.

I walk up the stairs, practically going up in twos, pushing the subject of Jacques Leclerc to the back of my mind. I've got three months to go on the time he gave me, and I haven't even managed to get half of it together.

But my night with Monsieur earned me a lot more than a month's hard work, an amount that will go into savings and it looks like I'll have to accept Laura's proposal and do some shows to pay Jacques back.

I approached my boss's room, which was already full of people coming and going. I smiled at Laura, who was only wearing a sweatshirt and looked nervous.

"Amélie, you've finally arrived, please take my mother away from here," Laura approaches and tries to push away the mother who is supposed to be giving orders.

"Madame Miller, I believe your mother is waiting in the office," I say to my boss as I pull her downstairs.

My surprise is that in the hallway it comes out why I'm still feeling contractions in my p***y from wanting more orgasms while I just ran away from him. Overhearing him talking about Cinderella, he probably picked up on the reference when he said my name was Ella, but I highly doubt he'd have more than a one-week fling with a woman like me.

Hearing that my boss doesn't believe that her nephew is going to become a woman's man only made me giggle, which drew the attention of both of them.

"Sorry, I was rude, I'm Tommáz Walker!" I hear his strong voice, the same one I grunted out a few hours ago.

It was enough to make me blush at the thought of him f*****g me on all fours again. I recover my speech and hold out my hand, looking directly into blue eyes so clear that they're just a complement to his symmetrical face, a thin, well-drawn beard outlining his face.

His gaze was fixed on mine, I took a deep breath and kept my eyes on his, I needed to control my desire for that man again, because I know that if he pushes me into some dark corner of the Staff I'll let him do whatever he wants to me. I put out my hands and the length in French.

"Enchanté monsieur, Amélie Petit", I try to change my voice a little so he doesn't recognize me, I feel his touch and an electric current makes me let out a low sigh when he leaves a kiss on the back of my hand.

My boss catches his eye and I see them heading towards the mansion's office, I watch him walk away and I don't miss the opportunity to lust after his beautiful ass. I shake my head to bring myself back to reality.

"Wake up, Cinderella, you don't have a fairy godmother," I say and walk back towards the kitchen in search of a coffee, which I need right now, especially so I don't make it look so obvious that I'm the masked woman who was with him until a few hours ago.