Double Lines

“What are your plans today?” Ethan asks as I enter the living area. I yawn, still tired from staying up late last night.

“I’m going wedding shopping with Melina, and then I have to visit Willow for lunch. I haven’t done that yet,” I admit. It’s the second week of the school holidays, and I have to admit, since the Yolanda incident, I haven’t wanted to return to Ethan’s office. Ethan has asked me to come in and do my schoolwork in his office, but I’ve made excuses not to. Instead, I’ve gone to work, met colleagues for lunch and done my planning and preparing from home.

“Good, you can pop in and see me then,” Ethan says, kissing me with his coffee breath.

“I’ve always wanted to do you on my desk,” he whispers huskily into my ear. My vagina throbs with that thought; I love how Ethan turns me on.

“Uh, have a good day,” I say when I come to my senses.

“I will,” Ethan smirks, giving me one last quick wave before heading down the stairs. I decide to get Tyler’s breakfast ready before I make him get out of bed. He has daycare today, and then I’ll go with Melinda to look at Bridal gowns.

“Hey buddy, time to get up,” I say to my sleeping boy, tapping him on his shoulder. He rolls over and groans before rubbing his eyes to look at me.

“Good morning,” I smile.

“Morning, mummy,” Tyler replies, wrapping his little arms around my neck. I lift him up and tuck an arm under his bottom to support him as he hugs me like a Koala.

“Mummy?” Tyler asks as I put his food in front of him.

“Yeah?”

“Where did Daddy live before here?” he asks. I look at my son and press my lips together. I know Ethan has his own place, but as soon as we got together, he practically moved in with us straight away. I’ve never asked him about his house, even though I know he has one. I guess that’s one of my personality traits. I’m scared to ask just in case I hear something I don’t want to.

“Daddy has his own house somewhere,” I explain, feeling bad that I’ve never asked Ethan about it.

“Do you think Daddy will move back there and leave us again?”

My heart melts.

“No, buddy. Daddy loves us. He would never leave us. He asked me to marry him, and I said yes, remember?” I tell Tyler, giving him a hug. Tyler nods.

“I love Daddy,” he states.

“I do, too.”

Thanks to the school holidays, I dropped Tyler off at daycare later than usual and headed home to pick up Melina from her bakery. She had recently hired another baker, or pastry chef, as Gabriella had introduced herself. This meant Melina could reduce her days, which had made her grumble; however, David was happy.

“Hi. How was your morning?” I ask Melina as she hops into my car.

“You know, busy. How’s my little man?”

“He’s good. He asked me if Ethan had his own house and if he would leave us,” I admit.

“Lincoln’s house is bigger than yours, but I don’t think he’s been there for weeks,” Melina comments.

“Hmm,” I reply.

“What are you thinking?” Melina probes.

“Well, the apartment doesn’t have a backyard, and if Ethan’s house does, I was thinking about asking if we could move there with him… but… it’s a big ask…”

“Not really. Lincoln loves you both. Why do you think he's stuck around you like gum on shoes?” Melina states. I laugh at that statement. I met Melina feeling lost and rejected, and now I have the perfect man for me. I’ve found my place.

“That’s what I told Tyler,” I admit.

I had googled Bridal Stores last night and had put the address into my phone. Google Drive led me to the suburb of Merrick Farm, where a hub of wedding stores was located.

I stop in the first carpark and walk into the first shop with Melina.

“Hi there. How can I help you today,” the friendly sales assistant asks after walking up to us. Melina looks at me before she speaks.

“I’m looking for a bridal gown for myself,” Melina blushes. The sales assistant smiles.

“Congratulations! What style of dress are you thinking of?”

“Uh, something doesn’t make me look like mutton dressed up as lamb,” Melina admits.

“What?” the assistant asks, giving me a quizzical look.

“She wants to look beautiful but age-appropriate,” I translate.

“Oh!” the assistant gasps, “You are not old! I have some styles to show you,” she grins.

“I’m Catherine, by the way, one of the sales assistants here. Please follow me,” Catherine states. She turns around and leads us into a big room with white dresses crammed together like sardines on their racks.

“What is the theme of your wedding?” Catherine asks.

“Winter Wonderland,” Melina admits. Catherine nods.

“We have many different styles. Have you thought about sleeves, no sleeves, neckline, train?”

“I like A-lines, no sleeves. In ivory, preferably,” Melina admits. Catherine nods, then walks past the clothing racks, pulling out a variety of dresses.

“Call out if you need help,” Catherine says, hanging up the dresses inside a dressing room. Melina nods and closes the thick red curtain behind her.

“Are you okay?” Catherine asks after a few minutes.

“Could you please zip me up?” Melina asks. I watch as Catherine disappears behind the curtain.

“Not this one,” I hear Catherine say. I hear some rustling behind the curtain, and then Melina walks out. I gasp. The dress is perfect. It’s an A-line, ivory, with a lace top half over a sweetheart neckline. The lace top overlays the ivory dress underneath and finishes with a boat neckline and capped sleeves. An ivory belt wraps itself around the lace, giving an elegant and classy look.

“That… is beautiful!” I gasp. Melina smiles.

“What do you think?” Catherine asks Melina, who nods.

“I love it!” Melina grins.

“So… this one then?” Catherine asks. Melina and I both nod.

“Okay. Let’s take it off, and we can look for dresses for your daughter,” Catherine smiles.

“She’s not…” Melina begins, while I just shake my head and grin.

Catherine puts the dress aside and enters a room full of colourful dresses.

“What colours were you thinking of for your bridesmaids?” Catherine asks.

“I was thinking a blue topaz or twilight blue…” Melina answers.

“Hmmm,” Catherine muses, tapping her chin. She walks over and pulls out a dress, which is pink, and another, which is grey.

“These two styles would go with your dress, but we can change the colour, which you can see here…” Catherine says, walking over to a row of dresses in shades of blue. I take the pink dress off Catherine and have a look at it. It has a lace design on the top, like Melina’s, but much subtler. The dress is maxi-length, but it’s a ruffled design instead of an A-line cut.

“I think the twilight colour would suit this better,” I muse.

“Try it on,” Melina suggests.

When I walk out wearing it, both Catherine and Melina smile.

“It’s perfect,” Melina smiles, and I agree. Quickly, I redress into my regular clothes and walk around the store looking for Melina, who I find at the front desk.

“What size is Nichola?” Melina asks me. I tell her, and Melina also orders another bridesmaid dress in that size.

“I noticed you have an engagement ring on. If you purchase your gowns from here, I can give you a discount,” Catherine says, handing me a card.

“Thank you,” I smile. Catherine nods and wishes us goodbye.

“Happy?” I ask Melina when I walk out of the store with her.

“Yes. You?” Melina asks. I nod.

I leave Melina at the store and then drive into Brunswick CBD. It’s been a busy morning, and my stomach rumbles as the elevator reaches Ethan and Willow’s floor.

The first thing I note when I walk onto the floor is the reception desk, Willow’s old place of work. Instead, there sits Yolanda with another woman. Yolanda sees me and puts her head down, a look of embarrassment on her face. I nod in her direction and head towards Ethan’s office, where I know Willow is now the secretary.

“Excuse me. Excuse me!” the other woman calls out. I stop walking and look at her, pointing to myself.

“Yes, you. Are you visiting?” the woman asks.

“Yeah, I’m here to see…”

“You need to fill out the visitor’s form,” the woman says, putting a clipboard and pen on the top of the desk.

“Who, me?” I ask. I walk forward and look at the form. On it, I have to fill out my name, the date, the people I am seeing, and why I’m here. I also have to sign my name.

“It’s a new policy,” the woman, who is not wearing a nametag, states with a smug expression.

“Oh, but…” Yolanda begins to say.

“No, it’s policy, Yolanda,” the woman repeats.

“It’s okay,” I reply, grabbing the pen and filling out my details. I hand them back to her, but she barely glances at it.

“Thank you,” I say when I’m done. The woman ignores me, instead continuing her conversation with Yolanda again, who, surprisingly, looks a little embarrassed.

I shrug my shoulders and walk away, saying hello to the staff, who greet me.

“Good afternoon,” I greet chirpily when approaching Willow’s desk.

“Mikaela!” Willow shouts, jumping up from her chair and hugging me.

“Hey! What’s being a personal secretary like?” I ask, laughing.

“It’s great. I’ve got a pay rise, but there is definitely more work involved,” Willow admits. I nod.

“Oh, Lincoln wanted you to see him before we went to lunch,” Willow says.

“Okay,” I reply, heading for his office.

“Stop! Wait!” Willow calls out.

“What?” I ask.

“What is that on your finger?” she accuses, walking up to me and lifting my left hand. Willow gasps.

“Oh my god! He asked you to marry him?”

“Yes,” I blush. Willow is staring at me, a look of surprise on her face.

“I can’t believe it! Congratulations!” she says, jumping on me with such force that I almost topple over.

“Oh my god, you two have kept quiet about that! When? Where? How long ago?”

“Ethan asked me a couple of weeks ago, and I said yes,” I admit.

“Was it romantic? How did he do it? Did he get on one knee?”

I chuckle at Willow’s excitement. Yes, I think it was romantic. It was bloody unexpected! But I love him so much; how I feel about Ethan is indescribable.

“We’ll talk about it at lunch,” I promise. Willow nods, returning to her desk.

I walk over to Ethan’s office and knock on the door.

“Come in,” Ethan calls from the other side.

Ethan smiles when he sees me, his whole face lighting up.

“Come here,” he gestures with his hand. I walk over to him, and he pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“How was your morning?” Ethan asks.

“Tiring,” I admit.

“Did Melina get what she wanted?”

“Yeah. She looks beautiful in her dress,” I smile.

“How much did it cost?” he asks, to which I shrug my shoulders. My dress alone cost eight hundred dollars, but I didn’t know how much Melina paid for hers.

“I like that you don’t care much for money,” Ethan says.

“I guess that’s how I was raised,” I offer. When you grow up middle to lower class, you’re grateful for your money and usually have a good sense of budgeting. Well, at least, that was how I was raised. I’ve never had grand dreams of having the latest, most expensive things. I grew up buying clothes from the clearance section of Kmart, and I still continue this as an adult.

Ethan hums and continues working on his computer as I sit on his lap.

“I should go have lunch with Willow,” I say, trying to get up.

“Nope. Her lunch doesn’t start till two. You’re spending time with me,” Ethan insists.

“Really?” You’re working!” I admonish.

“I’m sorry, beautiful. Did you want more of my attention?” Ethan asks, stopping what he’s doing.

“I’m not saying that,” I reply.

“Aren’t you? What sort of attention would you like?” Ethan asks, lifting me off his lap and standing up. Is he angry with me? I furrow my brows, to which Ethan responds with a wink.

“Come here,” Ethan instructs, standing at the end of his desk. When I walk up to him, he lifts me up on the desk so that I am sitting in front of him.

“What sort of attention would you like from me?” Ethan asks, spreading my knees apart and standing between them.

“I don’t know,” I smirk, raising my chin as I look at him. Ethan grabs the back of my neck and smashes his lips against mine. We open our mouths, our tongues ravenous as they battle for dominance.

“Fuck,” Ethan sighs when he pulls away to catch his breath. I look into his beautiful grey eyes and smile.

“I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you, too,” he tells me back, leaning forward to kiss me passionately. My hands reach behind Ethan’s head, and I run my fingers through his hair. As we kiss, I feel his big hands slide up the outside of my thighs, gathering my dress while he goes. Ethan groans in my mouth before pulling back.

“I like this,” Ethan says, pulling my dress upwards to reveal my black lacy underwear. He smiles at me and then pulls my underwear down my legs.

“I see you brought me lunch,” Ethan smiles at me.

“Uh,” I cry when his hot tongue laps my core. Ethan licks me clean, sucking on my clit while pumping his fingers inside me. My hands find his hair as I lie flat back on his desk.

“Ethan!” I cry, wrapping my legs around his shoulders. When he stops, I look up at him, his eyes giving me a cheeky look before he returns to lapping me up.

“Shit!” I cry, thrusting my hips forward as I try to grind my core on his face. My nerves begin to tingle, and I know I’m going to cum. I grab onto the back of Ethan’s head as I push himself into me, and I let go with a scream.

Ethan appears before me with a wet chin and a huge smile.

“Do you want more attention?” he asks as I try to catch my breath. I hear Ethan unbuckle his belt and lean myself upward to watch him pull his pants down in one swift movement.

“Yes,” I tell him, making him smile again. Ethan traps me between his arms, his hands sitting on his desk.

“Hmm,” Ethan sighs, kissing me gently. He moves slightly, and then I feel his cock enter me.

“Ah,” I gasped, his largeness making me whole. Leaning forward, Ethan kisses me, effectively pushing me back down on the desk.

I wrap my arms and legs around Ethan’s body as he begins to thrust into me, slowly at first, before building a crescendo in speed. Each thrust fills me entirely, bringing me towards the precipice of my orgasm.

“Shit, Mikaela,” Ethan roars, thrusting with force inside me. And I fall into my orgasm, my walls clamping onto his cock as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. Ethan continues to pound into me, moving faster than before when he finally holds himself in place and meets his own release.

I open my eyes, looking into Ethan’s grey orbs as we both catch our breath.

“You are amazing,” I sigh.

“And you’re mine,” Ethan replies, kissing me.

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