usually takes you longer than that, but I’m not complaining,’ Nick replied, as he removed his head from between her legs and surfaced from beneath the duvet. His hand moved towards the bedside cabinet where he kept their condoms.
‘Not “it” as in sex,’ Sally replied, ‘I think we should do the Match Your DNA test.’
Nick manoeuvred himself back to his side of the bed.
‘Way to kill the moment, babe.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Why now? Before Sumaira and Deepak rocked up for dinner and started talking about it, you were adamant we didn’t need to do it.’
‘Oh baby I still am,’ she replied, and her fingers played with the hairs on his chest as if to reassure him. ‘But like Sumaira says, it’ll give us a bit of added security, just to know. To really know.’
“Bloody Sumaira,” thought Nick, but he didn’t complain aloud. ‘Are you sure this isn’t your way of telling me you have pre-wedding jitters?’
‘Of course not, silly,’ Sally replied and pulled his head down to kiss the crown. ‘But you know what I’m like. It’s okay for you; your parents have been together since the Dark Ages while my mum’s been married three times and my dad is on his fourth wife. They’re both always searching for something they don’t think they have and I don’t want to be like them; I want to know that at least biologically, we stand a chance.’
‘What if it turns out our DNA doesn’t Match?’
‘Then we’ll be mindful that maybe we’ll need to put more effort into our relationship. Like John Lennon said, “Love is all you need”.’
‘Yes but he also said, “I Am The Walrus”, so let’s not hold too much credence to his pearls of wisdom.’
‘So you’ll do it?’
‘If it makes you happy, then yes, I’ll do it. Now can I go back to doing something else that makes you happy?’
Sally caught a flash of his smile and the whites surrounding his deep brown eyes as Nick’s head disappeared back beneath the duvet and between her legs.
CHAPTER 10
ELLIE
The clock radio hit 3.40am when Ellie finally gave up trying to get to sleep.
With a busy day ahead, she’d desperately needed to sleep but her active brain didn’t seem to care. Instead, it raced at the speed of a runaway train with what she needed to accomplish in the next few hours to promote her new App. Under normal circumstances she’d have taken a sleeping tablet that had been prescribed by her private physician but she couldn’t risk feeling groggy when she needed to be on point.
Being interviewed by the world’s press was something Ellie had grown to loathe since reluctantly becoming a public figure. A decade earlier, she was another anonymous worker bee, busy behind the scenes. Then the next thing she knew, the world’s media was both praising her and lambasting her in equal measures.
As public appetite for her story grew, the tabloids sifted through every inch of her private life, examining her past like she was on trial, picking apart her former relationships. They threw enough cash at her exes until they spilled the beans on what she was like as a person, as a girlfriend and as a lover.
As a result, it made Ellie not just wary of the press but of the opposite sex too. And while she was aware it was unfair to tar every man with the same brush, each time she met someone new, her barriers went up and she’d attempt to second-guess the motivation behind their attraction towards her. Were they only interested in her wealth? Did banging a billionaire make for good bragging rights to their friends? Or was she going to make another kiss-and-tell headline in the Sun On Sunday? Ellie couldn’t remember a time when Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg or Tim Cook had been hauled over the coals for their sex lives, yet it seemed to happen to her quite frequently.
She rolled on to her side and stretched her legs out and she recalled how she’d been forced to employ a legal team specifically to fire off
‘Not “it” as in sex,’ Sally replied, ‘I think we should do the Match Your DNA test.’
Nick manoeuvred himself back to his side of the bed.
‘Way to kill the moment, babe.’
‘Sorry.’
‘Why now? Before Sumaira and Deepak rocked up for dinner and started talking about it, you were adamant we didn’t need to do it.’
‘Oh baby I still am,’ she replied, and her fingers played with the hairs on his chest as if to reassure him. ‘But like Sumaira says, it’ll give us a bit of added security, just to know. To really know.’
“Bloody Sumaira,” thought Nick, but he didn’t complain aloud. ‘Are you sure this isn’t your way of telling me you have pre-wedding jitters?’
‘Of course not, silly,’ Sally replied and pulled his head down to kiss the crown. ‘But you know what I’m like. It’s okay for you; your parents have been together since the Dark Ages while my mum’s been married three times and my dad is on his fourth wife. They’re both always searching for something they don’t think they have and I don’t want to be like them; I want to know that at least biologically, we stand a chance.’
‘What if it turns out our DNA doesn’t Match?’
‘Then we’ll be mindful that maybe we’ll need to put more effort into our relationship. Like John Lennon said, “Love is all you need”.’
‘Yes but he also said, “I Am The Walrus”, so let’s not hold too much credence to his pearls of wisdom.’
‘So you’ll do it?’
‘If it makes you happy, then yes, I’ll do it. Now can I go back to doing something else that makes you happy?’
Sally caught a flash of his smile and the whites surrounding his deep brown eyes as Nick’s head disappeared back beneath the duvet and between her legs.
CHAPTER 10
ELLIE
The clock radio hit 3.40am when Ellie finally gave up trying to get to sleep.
With a busy day ahead, she’d desperately needed to sleep but her active brain didn’t seem to care. Instead, it raced at the speed of a runaway train with what she needed to accomplish in the next few hours to promote her new App. Under normal circumstances she’d have taken a sleeping tablet that had been prescribed by her private physician but she couldn’t risk feeling groggy when she needed to be on point.
Being interviewed by the world’s press was something Ellie had grown to loathe since reluctantly becoming a public figure. A decade earlier, she was another anonymous worker bee, busy behind the scenes. Then the next thing she knew, the world’s media was both praising her and lambasting her in equal measures.
As public appetite for her story grew, the tabloids sifted through every inch of her private life, examining her past like she was on trial, picking apart her former relationships. They threw enough cash at her exes until they spilled the beans on what she was like as a person, as a girlfriend and as a lover.
As a result, it made Ellie not just wary of the press but of the opposite sex too. And while she was aware it was unfair to tar every man with the same brush, each time she met someone new, her barriers went up and she’d attempt to second-guess the motivation behind their attraction towards her. Were they only interested in her wealth? Did banging a billionaire make for good bragging rights to their friends? Or was she going to make another kiss-and-tell headline in the Sun On Sunday? Ellie couldn’t remember a time when Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg or Tim Cook had been hauled over the coals for their sex lives, yet it seemed to happen to her quite frequently.
She rolled on to her side and stretched her legs out and she recalled how she’d been forced to employ a legal team specifically to fire off
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