Playing With Fire ( BECKFREEN G!P)

Part 28

I got ready in a daze, remembering every touch Becky had given me. I mean damn, she even made me cum in the elevator, was there anything that woman couldn't do?

I pulled my hair loose, letting all the ringlets fall down my back. There was no point trying to fix it back up. Becky had made sure of that with two hours of love making. My woman had stamina I couldn't argue with that. She took me to heaven on four occasions this afternoon not even including the elevator.

I checked myself over in the mirror one last time making sure my lipstick hadn't smudged and left for the elevator.

I was adjusting slowly to my situation, as mind blowing as it was. This time last week I was forcing myself that I could be happy with Alex. Now the love of my life had literally swept me off my feet and made me fall for her harder than I ever dreamed possible.

I glided into the reception area holding my breath. I couldn't wait to see her eyes meet with mine. It didn't matter just how many times I saw her stunning green eyes, they would always make my heart stop.

"Freen," I froze recognising the voice instantly. What the hell was Jane doing here? Fuck, that only meant one thing . . . Alex was here too. "You need to come Alex and Becky are fighting. Shit . . .it's such a mess." Jane was panicking.

"What do you mean fighting?" I screamed hysterically rushing into the main function room seeing Alex on the floor as Becky punched him in the face.

"BECKY," I yelled running over. "STOP." Becky looked up at me. Alex took the chance to hit her in the face. Fuck, this was bad. "ALEX," I yelled.

Mind and Saint finally appeared, managing to pull them apart. Both were looking like they wanted to kill each other. Shit, Alex must have found out.

"Freen," Becky was trying to pull out of Mind hold.

"Don't you even fucking talk to her," Alex roared, almost breaking free from Saint's arms. "You have been fucking my sister just to get close to my wife." Alex was shouting like a mad man, but I had frozen looking at Becky. What was Alex talking about?

"Freen," Becky pleaded. "I was going to tell you . . .please, love, don't . ."

"You . . .have been sleeping with . . . .Jane?" I was stood in front of her now, needing to read her face.

"Yes," Becky winced looking away from me as big fat tears fell down my face. Why would she do that? Jane was my sister in law. She hated her for a start . . . .Fuck, she did it out of revenge.

"Becky, how could you," I whimpered. "You are better than that."

"How could you do that to me, Becky . . . I thought we had a connection." Jane sobbed, standing in front of us. I was astounded, what had Becky done to her? Jane was in pieces.

"Jane, I'm sorry . . ." Becky began to plead.

"Freen, Jane," Alex called. "I want to leave now . . . Can you understand why I never wanted you to come to this wedding, Freen?"

"She's going now where with you mother fucker!" Becky bellowed, breaking free from Minds hold. I touched her chest to calm her.

"Why Becky," I whispered. "Was this to get back at Alex because I married him?"

"She hates me because she loves you, Freen," Alex called. "She can't stand the fact that you love me and not her. Becky told me this at Harry Clearwater's party. She told me she was going to take you from me. It was why I was so distant at the party and wanted to leave." It couldn't be true, but it all made sense.

"You fucking liar," Becky yelled. "You aren't going to win this time, Alex."

"Becky, Freen isn't some toy you can fight over. She is my wife."

"Go to hell," Becky was losing it, but I didn't understand. How else could Alex know Becky loved me? Becky must have told her? Which meant . . .Alex was telling the truth.

"Relax," I whispered to Becky soothing her gently. "We can't do this now. Not in front of all these people. Its Nam and Mind's big day." Becky nodded.

"Did Becky tell you Jane is in love with her?" Alex called. "She made her fall in love with her Freen. Can you not see what sort of woman she has turned into?" I turned to look at Jane, the pieces fitting together, no, it couldn't be.

"Becky was the guy you have been talking about for months?" I asked Jane, traumatized.

"Yes," Jane mumbled. "And the bastard has just broken my heart." Jane looked at Becky as did I. Her head fell in shame. I didn't know her. I had to get out of here fast.

"Alex, I want to go home," I whimpered.

"Freen, no, please." Becky begged, pulling me into her arms. "Alex isn't the man you think he is . . ."

"Get you dirty hands off my wife," Alex bellowed. I was like a drag doll being pulled from one set of arms to another.

"GET OFF ME, BOTH OF YOU!" I screamed. Both of them froze looking at me.

"Come on, Freen." Alex replied guiding me to the door.