Free The Domville 2 (The Domville #2) by C. J. Fallowfield

shoes. I was exhausted and slightly hung over. I didn’t
need a broken ankle as well.
    I carefully opened the door and
slipped out, closing it quietly behind me. I quickly made my way to the private
elevator for the Signature suite, wincing as I moved. I’d never ached so much
in my life. Not even after running around Hyde Park at the weekends with Brady.
I’d used muscles last night that I didn’t even know I had. I sank into the
corner of the lift, after swiping my card for the top floor, covering my eyes
as I let out a huge sigh. The biggest dilemma of my life and I only had eight
hours to make a decision. Less if I didn’t want all of our family and guests
dressed and waiting for me to walk up the aisle. I padded through the foyer of
my suite and the lounge doors slowly swung open for me. I blinked as the wall
of sunlight saturating the room hit my eyes, dazzling me for a moment.
    ‘Thank fuck!’ came Mandy’s
furious voice. ‘I’ve been worried sick about you.’
    ‘Mandy?’ I called, shielding my
eyes from the brightness as I tried to locate her. She was sitting up on the
sofa with matted bed hair and a duvet wrapped around her.
    ‘It’s one thing copping off and
sneaking in at 1 a.m. but I had no idea where you were or if you were coming
back. It’s morning,’ she scolded.
    ‘I’m so sorry to make you worry,’
I sighed as I made my way over to her and plonked myself down on the sofa
opposite, with a moan as the leather connected with my tender bottom.
    ‘It’d better have been worth it.
I slept on the bloody sofa waiting for you, instead of wrapped in sheets that
touched Sam of Nevada 6’s body.’ I giggled as she glared at me.
    ‘It was so, so worth it, but now
I’m even more confused,’ I confirmed, giving her a help me look.
    ‘Ok, I’m going to need full
disclosure. Every sordid detail. First though, I need caffeine and food.
Sod waiting until Anita’s timed breakfast schedule of nine-thirty.’ She reached
behind her for the portable touch screen that controlled everything in the suite
and almost instantly Gaston, our personal butler, appeared. Mandy reeled off a
list for a full English breakfast, along with croissants and muffins and a
large pot of black coffee. I asked for the same, but with a pot of hot
chocolate instead. I needed some sugary energy if I was going to make it
through this morning, let alone the whole day and night. It was nearly eight
thirty by the time we’d eaten and I’d filled Mandy in on my night of sexual
shenanigans.
    ‘You’d seriously never orgasmed
via penetration before?’ she asked, not for the first time, still with a look
of complete horror on her face.
    ‘I thought I had, once or twice,
but after last night I’m thinking no,’ I confirmed, with a gentle shake of my
head. ‘God, Mandy. What if it was me all along? What if Brady was doing
everything right and it was because I was tensing up when he was inside me? I
know we’re not adventurous, wild and uninhibited, but something like that you
can learn. We could work on that if the basics were right. If the lack of
orgasms when we were having sex was me holding back all this time though …’ I
broke off, feeling overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
    ‘What if it wasn’t? You’ve
experienced great sex now, how are you going to marry the guy and live with him
knowing you’ll never have it again?’
    ‘What the hell am I supposed to
do?’ I cried, even more frustrated than I’d been before I’d had a night of
fantastic carefree sex.
    ‘Drag him up here and fuck him,
pronto. Try and relax, like you did last night and see what happens.’
    ‘Mandy!’ I scolded with a frown.
‘I can’t. I’ve had a total stranger inside me less than four hours ago. That’s
so wrong.’
    ‘You get married today and he’s
going to expect sex tonight, less than twenty-four hours after someone else was
inside you. What’s the diff? A few hours, a few days? He fucked you as soon as
he got home from his