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My lovelies, "pour yourselves a drink darlings, pour yourselves a drink," sit back and enjoy! Not too sexy but enough to "wet your whistle for things to cum"
They arrived back at Garden Lodge with a very apprehensive Freddie Mercury escorting Cynthia into his home. They sat at the kitchen table as Phoebe put the kettle on.
"Cyn, this is what Sir Peter suggested. He wanted me to bring Prenter back into the fold so that his whereabouts could be watched easily. He also thought that if you were temporarily out of the way, Paul would automatically drift back to me and I would "let him in" Freddie told Cynthia.
Cynthia showed signs of discomfort of Freddie's words of "letting him In." Freddie finally understood.
"Cyn, Cyn baby, I will not be having sex with him. I guarantee that, please trust and believe me" Freddie said. "But...if you dead set against it I won't do it, I won't" I just want to punish him for what he has done to you, to us."
"Okay Freddie, but I need another night with you before we do this, okay?" Cynthia said a little reluctantly.
"Cyn, we won't talk about it until tomorrow, alright?" Freddie asked and Cynthia only nodded.
Cynthia only wanted the feel of his body next to hers.
"Pheeb, please make us an early dinner and then take the night off, okay?" Freddie asked and Phoebe nodded with a smile.
"Anything special boss?" Phoebe asked and Freddie just shook his head, he really didn't care. There was only one thing he wants to savor and that would have to wait till later on after dinner.
Phoebe decided on a light salad topped with some poached salmon, he knew what they were going to get up to later on.
"Freddie, can I borrow Terry for a bit, I have some shopping to do?" Cyn asked.
"Wait, I'll come with you..."
"No, I want to go by myself if you don't mind" Cynthia interrupted.
"Yeah, okay, let me ring him" Freddie said with much consternation.
She was going to make sure he wouldn't fail to think of her, to desire her, crave her nor forget her. The hell with what Dr. Atkinson said, she needed and wanted Freddie and was going to get her way. Cynthia had a few tricks up her sleeves.
Terry arrived in a half hour and off they went to shop for Cynthia's surprise. The first store was a breeze and she was in and out in fifteen minutes, the next store took twice that time and Terry didn't care, he had a cup of coffee and the paper. The third store was a surprise to Terry, not that he didn't know it, he was surprised that she did. She turned to Terry as she got out and said, "Terry, please, you are not to tell Freddie where we went when we get back. You know he's a child when it comes to surprises or if anybody is keeping anything from him. He just has to know. I know he pays your salary and you are loyal to him, but please, this is my surprise and I guarantee that he won't stay mad at you when you refuse to tell him. I Promise." Terry nodded hesitantly, but knew what would happened when they returned.
"You know what, Terry, drop me off and go have dinner. This way you won't be interrogated by Freddie" Cyn said.
"Great idea, thanks" as Terry breathed a sigh of relief knowing he wouldn't be betraying either of them.
She waved goodbye to Terry as she punched in the code to the gate and let herself in hurrying up the stairs to hide her purchases.
Cynthia barreled down the stairs to find Freddie writing at his piano. She tiptoed around him not wanting to disturb him while he's composing.

YOU ARE READING
A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...