A Famous Affair

A Famous Affair chapter 17

The press does indeed have a field day, over the next couple of days, regarding our mystifying drama.

Headlines are splashed on nearly every front page such as: Who's With Jonny? . . . Riley Hospital Drama, . . . Mystery Of Riley Woman . . . Lypiatt Star Involved In His Own Secret Role . . . and my personal favourite . . . Who Is Jonny Having A Riley Good Time With?

Considering Jay Scott has been inundated with calls, texts and even people pushily showing up at his office, his mood remains relatively jovial. Jonny is just happy that I am here and improving each day.

His charming delight is sweetly evident when I manage to climb the stairs unaided, to go to the library.

The library is certainly my favourite room within the whole apartment. It's beautifully chic, yet quaint, with wall-to-wall light oak shelves. The room contains nearly every genre of book sitting neatly upon the shelves. Jonny appears to have an eclectic taste in books because there are the classics, poetry, autobiographies, science fiction, sport, art and cook books . . . a reader's paradise!

This room is peaceful and quiet compared to the ground floor, where it seems there is always someone around. Don't get me wrong, I do like having all of those people around and of course, they need to be there for Jonny. Yet, it is really wonderful to have a place that I can retreat to, should I feel the need for some me time.

My eyes are quickly enamoured with the captivating room. It's just too beautiful, to not be admired.

In the centre of it, is a matching oak table with a deep red glass study lamp upon the top of it. To the left of the square-shaped room, there's a stunning rich maroon chenille chaise lounge. On the other side of the room sits a tufted leather reading chair, dark chestnut in colour. That's my favourite place to sit, there really is something sexy and sensual about the smell of distressed leather, I find it so intoxicatingly smutty.

My body has been healing remarkably well. I know it is, because I'm beginning to get that familiar desirous ache down between my legs, whenever I look at Jonny. I find myself constantly fantasising about him when I'm alone, even though my body is still recovering and by no means ready for sexy times with my beautiful man. So frustrating!

As I return from the library with Tess of the D'Urbervilles held firmly to my chest, Jonny is freshly showered and getting dressed. I watch with envy as his fortunate shirt brushes against his golden smooth back, his thick arms slipping into each sleeve. How can he look so bloody hot just getting himself dressed?

"See something you like, Dimples?" he asks. My already flushed cheeks redden at being caught eyeing up the epitome of man, who is dressing before me. Jonny grins at me as I frustratingly sit down onto the unmade bed.

"I can clearly see you're feeling much better today." He eagerly crawls across the bed, kissing me hard on my mouth. My breath catches at the speed to which he assaults my lips. As he pulls back, he teasingly licks my swollen mouth. Oh, fucking my!

"I certainly am," I say, pulling him into me using the lapel of his shirt collar. I cover his face and neck with feather light kisses, causing him to close his eyes with pleasure.

He murmurs into my ear, "Are you trying to seduce me?" I don't say a thing but continue with the gentlest of kisses. "We can't . . . the doctor said you have to heal first." Jonny whispers, feeling the movement of my smile against his cheek. "You can laugh, but how the fuck am I supposed to leave you alone now?"

My lashes lower seductively. "I have it on good authority, Mr. Riley, that we can do lots of other things instead."

"Did the doctor tell you that?" he asks, with the sweetest yet most serious of expressions spreading quickly across his handsome face.