Fulfillment by Golland, M. (the alpha prince and his bride full story free TXT) 📗

you suggested...,”Arthur stated. Bryce pushed up from his chair and dragged me towardhim. He spun me around and gently pushed me forward so that I wasleaning over the table. Oh. Shit. Crap. Balls.

“We will begoing to Tasmania in three weeks,” Arthur continuedenthusiastically. “Ms. Summers, have you ever been there?”Santa, I’m slightly busy right now.

“Yes, I have.It’s beautiful. Have you been there?” Fuck, Alexis don’t ask himquestions. Bryce very quietly unzipped his pants and I felt theunmistakable warmth of his crown push into my now overly wet pussy.Fuck! I’m not a quiet fucker. I moan, and scream, and pant, andhowl. Fuck!

“Yes,” Arthuranswered. “A few times, but most of those were for business.”

“So how longare you going for, Arthur?” continued Bryce, as he slowly began topush into me. I dropped my head to the desk and placed my arm in mymouth probably resembling a freakin’ dog biting a bone.

Bryce leanedforward, removed my arm from my mouth and pinned both arms to thetable as he increased his pace. I hate him...but I lovehim...Holy shit!

“We are hiringa motorhome and driving around for two weeks. I’m really lookingforward to the wineries and dairy farms. Do you suggest we goanywhere in particular, Ms. Summers?”

PleaseSanta, Shut up! “Strahan,” I mumbled, between subduedpants.

“What? Sorry Ididn’t hear that,” Arthur stated.

Bryce let outa chuckle, and I swear I could’ve killed him.

“Strahan,Arthur. Make sure you go to Strahan and take the Gordon RiverCruise,” I blurted out as quickly as I could. Seriously, Santa.Fuck off and go and deliver some presents.

“Yes, I’veheard that is a must do. Thank you. Anyway, back to my originalreason for calling, I’ll sign off on the Marquee’s specifics andsend you a list of VIP attendants. Are you going to come this year,Bryce?”

He waspounding into me now, and the sheer will power I was desperatelyclinging onto in order to pacify any sound escaping my mouth wasquickly leaving my grasp.

“I don’t know,Arthur. Alexis, do you like the Grand Prix?”

I dropped myhead. You’ll pay for this Mr. Fucker Clark. He slammed intome and I couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched “Yes.”

“Have you beenbefore?” Bryce asked, with a satisfied grunt, knowing full wellthat I had. He slammed into me again.

“Yes.”

“Do you wantto come?” Oh, you fucking know I want to come.

“Yes,” Ipractically screamed, losing it and tipping over the edge, myorgasm rippling through me as I shuddered on top of the conferencetable.

Brycefollowed, tightening his grip on my hands as he found his release.“Yes, Arthur. We’re coming,” he said trying to sound normal andless breathy than he actually was. “I’ll let you know my finalnumbers later today.”

“Certainly,I’ll wait to hear from you. Now, please continue your lunch. Goodday.” Arthur hung up.

I was stillslumped over the conference table. “Bryce Edward Clark. I fuckinghate you,” I declared, breathlessly.

He leanedforward and kissed my cheek. “No you don’t. You fucking loveme.”

I cracked uplaughing. “Yes, I do.”

CHAPTER SIX

I pretty much smiled for the restof the day as memories of Bryce’s and my lunch date floated in andout of my head. God, I hope Santa didn’t hear my arse beingball-slapped by Bryce. I will definitely be on the naughty list ifhe did. I giggled to myself. The things Bryce had me do werejust so wrong, yet so God damn right.

Danny hadcollected the kids from school as Bryce and I were kept busy withhis back-to-back appointments for the rest of the day. Most of themwere related to the Grand Prix, including the appointment withChelsea. Her annoying helicopter piloting skills were once againrequired for VIP transfers to and from the hotel. The fact shebarely made any effort to acknowledge me during her visit to thepenthouse office only heightened my dislike and unease for thestuck-up bitch. I had never met anyone quite like her, she justdidn’t get it—Bryce was no longer interested in her. I wondered ifhe had ever spoken to her about setting her straight, like hepromised he would. She needed to be set straight once and for all.She needed to know that she had absolutely no chance with him—sheneeded to be told up close and personal that he loved me and thatshe was just a friend.

Regardless, Iwas no longer worried where she was concerned; I wholeheartedlytrusted Bryce, and I had no doubts about his feelings for mewhatsoever. I just didn’t trust her—that would probably neverchange—even if he had already set her straight. I realised that itstill bothered me that she was alone in his office with him,because I kind of felt sick. But only because she was alips-licking, devious, sneaky mole, and I hated her.

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After we bothmanaged to pry ourselves away from the office, Bryce hadreluctantly taken a walk with Nate to McDonald’s to pick up ourdinner. We had stupidly asked the kids to make the choice of whatto eat and, of course, they chose that. I had to laugh at hisefforts to not only eat the Mc Greasy Burgers he was not very fondof, but to also place himself in the vicinity of the RonaldMcDonald statue he feared terribly. Maybe the curly redheaded clownwas growing on him.

Charli hadn’tfelt like going along with them as she had been a little glum sincefinding out we were going to the farm on the weekend for Easter,and unfortunately because of that, she would have to wait to seeher dad. I had told her that she would see him on the EasterMonday, but this being the first time we would be separated on acelebratory day had obviously really upset her.

I wanted tocheer her up, so I scrolled through my iPod and put on one of ourfavourite Glee songs, turning it up as loud as I could.

Rachel’sversion of “Don’t Rain On My Parade” began to play, and Charli’seyes widened as a broad smile crept across her face. Grabbing herhand, I started to sing the first line in the song, emphasising shenot ‘sit and putter’. This made her giggle, so I pulled her up todance around the room with me.

She performeda pirouette on the spot and flung her arms out in anover-exaggerated move which made me laugh. My daughter had just asmuch