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  “You do know I've never physically had sex with this woman right. I mean I've never really met her in real life but I'm a hundred per cent sure she exists.”

  “What the fuck? Are you talking about some fantasy chick that you created in your mind and shit?”

  “No! She's not a fantasy at all! I see her in this reoccurring dream I keep having. I just wake up before I find out her name. I mean I always ask, but she always tell me that it's not important.”

  “I swear to God if you weren't my brother I'd slap your damn face to wake your stupid ass up! Man! What the hell is wrong with you? You have a woman as fine as Charmayne and you're chasing a fucking dream girl? Really, Armani? Man you too damn old for bullshit like that!”

  “It's not bullshit! She's as real as you and me!” Armani declared.

  “Maybe she is, but where is she? You say she's American, right? Does she live here in France or does she live in the states? Okay so… You say she's a blue eyed sistah that has to narrow the search down to at least five or six hundred thousand women on the damn planet, not counting the two million who sport blue contacts. Hey, but yeah... Hold up your wedding and ruin a beautiful woman like Charmaynes life while you search the earth for your Dream Maiden. Unfucking believable!” Fabian ranted.

  “Look, I don't expect you to understand this. Hell I don't even understand, but I know in my soul that she's real and that she's my soul mate. So maybe I am crazy, but I have to at least try to find her. I owe myself that much. Hell! I owe Char that much, because I will never completely be hers until this is resolved. So, like it or not I'm hiring a private investigator to locate her.”

  “Yeah! Well good luck with that bullshit! Don't be surprised when you wake up and Charmayne has moved on. You know that's what's going to happen don't you.”

  Armani sighed. “Yeah, but that's the chance that I have to take. I just wanted your support. I guess I'm in this by myself.”

  “Look Armani! We're brothers and that means if you walk into a fire wearing gasoline soaked tighty whities then I coming in behind you to drag your dumb ass out. So, no you are not in it alone. You have my support. Okay?”

  “Thanks man! I know this is about the craziest bullshit I've ever asked you to do for me but I got to find her. She's real! I know she's real! I just have to locate her!”

  “Oh if she exists on this planet my guy will find her. He's ex- CIA. Trust me; he can locate a blue eyed ant pissing on a bulb of natural cotton in an Alaskan snow storm. So yes we'll find her. The problem will be to get her to fall for your ugly, broke ass!”

  Hey! I am not broke!” Armani countered.

  “Maybe not! But you're still ugly as hell! You're lucky you're a royal. We wouldn't even be able to get the dog to play with you with a bacon necklace on.”

  Armani laughed. “Bitch go to hell!”

  “Actually that the first place I plan to search for your Pussy Pop or should I say Dream Sickle!” They laughed heartily and finished their beer.

  Chapter 7 Austin

  Everything was perfect! The mood was perfect, the mega expensive Blakes Hotel suite was perfect and this incredible woman, Pro Soccer Super Star Austin Gauthier had selected to be his wife and the mother of his children was absolutely perfect! Parisa Crown was a stalk vision of perfection as she eased her curvaceous body in the scented bubble bath that Austin had drawn for her.

  He had thought of everything, from the aroma candles with her favorite vanilla fragrance to her designer bubble bath that she delighted in. a euphoric smile spread like springtime across her face as the temped bubble bath enveloped her beautiful nude body and relaxed the tension of her stressful day away.

  “Oh God! You have no clue how wonderful this feels.” She groaned as if she was having a spontaneous orgasm from the gentle caress of the tub of bubbles.

  “Aren't you glad that I strong armed you into this little romantic getaway for just the two of us?” Austin questioned, as he put on some mellow music and dimed the lights to enhance the ambience.

  “Yes!” She breathed as her eyes closed and she squirmed her butt until she found a comfortable position in the large spa tub.

  He watched her carefully, studying every move of her long eyelashes. She was stunningly gorgeous. He couldn't believe that for the most part she belonged to him. Yes! Austin was well aware of her on again off again toxic relationship with Teddy Bear Davine, but he didn't give a damn! Parisa saw Teddy on an average of four time a year, at best. The remainder of the year she was all his. He dared push her for exclusivity! He was content to own what piece of her she was willing to relinquish.

  “Is the music okay or would you like to hear something else?” He asked as he retrieved a large natural bath sponge and began to sponge water over her back.

  “No, I love this. Everything is absolutely perfect!” She groaned. “God I needed this!”

  “Rough day?” He asked as he gently washed her back and shoulder with the sponge.

  “Yes, but it’s so much better now.” She murmured as she relaxed deeper into the tub as Austin's hand washed the lover portion of her back just above her round derrière.

  “Anything I can do to make it better?”

  “No, you're already doing it. Thank you so much for this... All of this... The bath... The trip... Everything that you do for me... I hope you know how much I appreciate you and value our relationship.”

  “Yeah, I do.” He answered in a low sultry voice as he gently washed her full breast, paying extra attention to her dark nipples that prickled and stiffened with each glide of the oversized sponge.

  “I know sometimes I can be a little selfish when it comes to this relationship but it's important that you know that I'd never take it or you for granted. Okay?”

  “Actually, I find it a little shocking.”

  “What?”

  “The fact that you are finally conceding that we are in a relationship.” Austin chuckled.

  “You're an ass!” Prissy giggled as she flicked water on him. “You know that right?”

  “Maybe so, but I know that I'm your ass!” He said as he gently sampled her lips and allowed the sponge to glide across her belly quickly heading due south. “I also know that you are an ass too... Even still I hope and pray that this fine ass of yours will one day soon be mine... All mine!”

  Prissy didn't answer. Hell she couldn't answer. Austin had abandoned the sponge and was now playing a slow familiar sexy tune on her eager clit with his magic fingers. Her ass lifted from the tub as her back arched to drive her pelvis to meet his persistent hand. His tongue slipped into her mouth just as two of his fingers dipped into her hot, creamy pussy pressing deep inside.

  “I love you!” She breathed against his mouth. Austin was shocked. “I've had some internal battles that warred inside of me for so many years. I'm done pretending that I don't love you.”

  “Wow! Just when I thought this moment couldn't get any better.” He breathed just before his mouth smothered hers in a searing hot, deep toe curling kiss.

  Prissy dug her slender fingers into his silky blonde hair and pulled his greedy mouth to hers as he continued to strum sexy note after note on her clit with his energetic hand. The sensation was mind boggling and cream flooded her sex. She wiggled her ass and thrashed her hips violently to meet the thrust and tempo of his hand as her release loomed over her ad poised itself to render her unconscious at a seconds notice.

  Austin was kneeling beside the tub as water splashed over him getting him soaking wet, but he didn't care. This moment was monumental and an unexpected turning point in their relation. Never once had Parisa Crown admitted that she loved him, although he confessed his love for her daily. She was ripe for the picking and he knew that she could be his at the asking. He was overwhelmed with joy and wanted to reciprocate by giving her a monolithic orgasm to commemorate the moment.

  Without hesitation he climbed in the tub and positioned himself behind her. Reaching around he vigorously rubbed her engorged clit with one hand wh
ile the other hand went on an expedition in search of the panic button to her erotic core. Firing a series of well-paced finger thrusts and pelvic vibrations in succession he soon had her singing first soprano in their luxury suite in the Blakes Hotel. She came hard, she came fast and she squirted her juices all over his hands as he continued to storm her greedy pussy with what it needed to reach back to back twin orgasms.

  Attempting to scream with her second release Prissy noticed her voice had ceased. She was screaming but no sound flowed from her vocal cords. She panted and struggled to breathe as her orgasm overwhelmed her rendering her weak and faint. Her eyes glazed over and rolled back as they locked on Austin's eyes and desperately begged for mercy. He saw that she was done and incapable of enduring an ounce more of pleasure.

  He kissed her jawline sweetly as he slowly milked her pussy of the final few squirts of its sweet cream. She collapse against him and sucked whatever air she could like a guppy out of water. He held her in silence as she slowly recovered. Minutes passed before she was completely coherent, but he remained gentle, attentive and patient.

  The second he was convinced that she had regained consciousness and the ability to think and speak he pounced. “Parisa Crown I love you and I just want to know if you'd like to be my wife?”

  Her eyes met his and found tears clouding them. Tears filled her quickly as she nodded and sighed a long breath. “Yes! I'd love to be your wife!”

  Reaching into his soaking wet pants he produced a wet emerald green velvet ring box. Prissy watched as he opened it and produced a breathtaking reflection of his love, a five carat tear drop diamond, mounted on a diamond band. She stared blankly at it as he carefully slipped it on her wet ring finger. It was stunning and brilliantly beautiful. The flicker of the candlelit enhanced its facets and the sparkle mesmerized her as she realized that she was officially engaged to be married.

  Overwhelmed she wiped the tears from his cheeks and her eyes before smothering his mouth with a smoldering hot kiss. Repositioning herself in the oversize spa tube to face him she slowly undressed him, tossing his soaking wet clothes carelessly to the tile floor. He stood for her to remove his pants. She marveled at his impressive manhood which jutted out proud and erect as she removed his wet boxers.

  She held and caressed it fondly before slurping it into the hollows of her warm mouth. Her eyes engaged his as she performed her first blowjob as his fiancé'. Austin was in awe of his new bride to be. Loving brushing her long black hair from her beautiful face he gazed upon her exotic features. Parisa Crown was an extraordinarily attractive women by any standards. Her full, juicy lips, which currently surrounded his dick and her high cheek bones, only complimented enticing eyes as dark and shiny as coals. Yes she was amazing and Austin was taken back and amazed that she was finally his.

  “I want you to move in with me when we return to Paris.” He announced.

  Her eyes widened and then pleaded with him. “I don't want to be difficult but I can't. I can't move so far from EJ and the girls, they need me. Please don't ask me to move across town and leave them, because I can't.”

  “I know... That's why I purchase the house next door. The Movers are moving my things as we speak. We'll get you moved when we get back.”

  “Oh thank you!” She breathed a sigh of relief.

  “I know how important they are to you and I'd never ask you to leave them. Besides, you need them as much as they need you.”

  “Thank you! You are more than I could ever hope for.” Prissy conceded as her eyes welled up again.

  Lowering himself in the tub Austin pulled her into his lap and kissed her fully. She mounted him right there in the tub. The two newly engaged lovers bumped and grind hard against one another until their bodies succumbed to their first simultaneous, earth shattering orgasms. It would be the first of many during their brief stay in London.

  Chapter 8 Charmayne

  Charmayne Harrison or Char as she loved to be called fidgeted nervously with her clothes as she waited for Prince Armani to arrive. He called earlier that day and asked her to meet him at the restaurant where he first proposed to her so long ago. Although their relationship had been as rocky as the shores of Misery Bay she couldn't imagine what he wanted to talk about.

  Charmayne had known Armani for almost a decade now. They met their freshman year in college and she immediately fell head over ass for the charismatic, handsome young prince. Sure throughout the bulk of their relationship the international playa played her like a fine, well-tuned Stradivari violin. Still none of that stopped him from proposing to the beautiful Photo Journalist after a brief breakup over one of his countless indiscretions. Seemingly, now all of that horse shit was finally in the pass. Armani was given a second chance at life and the young billionaire was determined to live an exampletory life.

  Her eyes brightened as he walked towards her with a big sexy smile on his face. Adjusting her cleavage one last time she arched her back to point her puppies north assuring they commanded his attention and combated any and all bullshit he may even be considering spouting about postponing their wedding again.

  “Hey! Wow, you look amazing!” He complimented as he softly kissed her lips.

  “Good enough to eat?” She teased as she went in for seconds.

  He laughed nervously as a devious grin creased his gorgeous face. “No doubt about that. What are you drinking I need a drink?” He asked as he watched the waiter relocate a couple to another table to accommodate his personal body guards so they could sit closer to him.

  “I have a glass of white wine, but I could sure use a Slow Screw.” She seductively purred as she ran her leg along the side of his.

  His right eye brow arched and raised slightly as she pressed her shoeless foot into his crouch and slowly massaged his dick. “Somebody is feeling extremely frisky this afternoon.” He eyed her as he methodically scanned the beautiful young woman.

  “Oh yeah? I tend to get that way when I'm around you.” She snarled as she pressed on his dick even harder.

  The stunningly vivacious Charmayne was slightly tall for a woman with long toned legs that rose to a perfect round ass that would make any heterosexual dick harder than the Rock of Gibraltar stuck in an iceberg. Her natural hair was dark honey brown and she wore it long and straight with a flirty side bang. Her skin was silky smooth, the color of Carolina Pecans, and begged to be touched. It wasn't hard to see why Armani fell in love with her.

  Still of late his thoughts and sadly his heart had been focused on a different woman. Oddly enough, a woman Armani wasn't one hundred percent sure he'd ever meet, let alone hold in an intimate embrace. And though he really knew nothing of substance about this woman he knew their destinies were somehow entwined and he wouldn't be completely free to live until he figured out why. So he deemed his search for her of paramount importance. This meant that he had to make an executive decision about his relationship and engagement to Charmayne.

  Armani coughed as Charmayne's feet quickly got the response from him she was looking for. His dick thickened and grew larger and stronger by the millisecond. There was no denying the fact that he could use some pussy. However to obtain it from Charmayne at this point would simply be counterproductive and cruel.

  “I can see you plan on making this hard for me.” He chuckled.

  “Yeah! I think it's pretty hard about now from what I can tell.” She giggled as she massaged him with her toes.

  “I can't believe I'm about to say this but....” He hesitated as he carefully gauged her reaction. “Please stop. I need to talk to you and your foot play is distracting to say the least. Besides, I'm a Nobleman; this is highly inappropriate and completely crass behavior for even me. So, please just stop, okay?”

  Charmayne huffed as she reluctantly removed her foot from the base of Armani's hard dick. “Suit yourself! It's not like it's the first time!”

  “I know and I'm embarrassed that I disrespected you by allowing you to do that to me in public. I'm older, mature and more re
sponsible than I was then. I have a lot of people looking up to me as a role model. I cannot afford a picture of you giving me a foot job beneath the table to circulate around the world. So, let’s just agree to make it our last time. Okay? But thanks for the thought... I enjoyed it while it lasted.” Spotting the waiter approach he quickly cruised the bar menu.

  “Hello your highness! I'm Charles. Can I get you something from the bar?” He bowed politely at the waist.

  “Hi Charles. Can I get a Remy Martin, neat?”

  “Superb Your Grace. Will there be anything else before I go sir?”

  “Yes, please lose the formalities.”

  “Sorry, sir... I couldn't possibly... It was the way I was raised... It would be disrespectful and my mum would faint dead away if she ever found out.”

  Armani chuckled. “I understand perfectly. Okay, well at least lose the bow. It gets annoying after the third time.

  “Yes sir! I'll try to make a mental note concerning that. I'll be right back with your drink your grace.” Charles said as he started to bow and then corrected himself.

  At this point Charmayne was good an pissed and ready for a fight. “I thought we were having lunch?”

  “I really don't have a lot of time, but you are welcome to order whatever you like. By all means order something to eat if you are hungry.” He encouraged.

  “What about you? Aren't you going to order something or are you in too big of a rush to share a meal with me?” She challenged.

  Armani hesitated before speaking. “I have a meeting on the other side of town directly after this one. Char I didn't bring you here to fight.”

  “Yeah I know. You came here to call off our engagement, didn't you? Huh Armani?”

  “Please lower your tone. I'd hope we could talk civilized about postponing the wedding.”

  “Postponing! Again! Seriously Armani? Look if you don't want to marry me then be a man and say so! Postponing our wedding every single time the date draws near is a bitch ass move. Since when did you turn into a bitch ass bitch? Huh Armani?”