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London
He was warning me with the locked door. He didn’t want me to listen.
I half expected him to wake me up this morning to talk but not him leaving the suite before me. My breath hitched when I see him out in the lobby speaking to a woman and he doesn’t seem guilty at all, he looks happy?
As I get closer, he finally acknowledges me and hands me a cup of coffee. I had to keep my mind from defaulting into whatever happened last night, the noises we made when he was f*****g me, the way his hand gripped me as if he never wanted to let go.
“Good morning, London.” He said with a smile but turned to the woman. “We’ll discuss the vaccines over emails.”
I study his features as I collect the cup of coffee from him. There is no hardness in his features or anything that screams tense. He brings his cp to his mouth while watching me and takes a sip. If I’m not mistaken, his eyes seem sparkling and bright this morning.
He adjusted his glasses and I notice his dark bags from earlier are gone and his lips quirk to a small smile as he waves at his colleague. Taking the first sip of my coffee, I moaned when the taste landed on my taste buds. He ordered Hazelnut latte, my favourite. I didn’t know he paid attention to my orders or maybe it's coincidence.
“Did you sleep well?”
My heart stutters in my chest. “Yes, yes I did.”
Why isn’t he apologising? Does he know that he’s cheating on my mother? He’s a decent man, or so I thought.
I know how this game will play out. He’s not going to admit it until I do which means he knows I was pretending.Well two can play this game perfectly. It’s a game of cat and mouse and as much as I’m withholding back as he is doing, the idea of it is tantalizing.
“What about you?” I ask him, my tone neutral.
His eyes light up again like he’s enjoying this game just as much as I am. “I haven’t slept better than I have in years.”
My eyes scan his face, trying to find any indication, just anything and it’s either he forgot it or he’s toying with me. “That’s great to hear.” I tell him, finally turning away. “We have conference calls from the American Health Institute.”
“You should take the afternoon off.” He cut my breath momentarily.
I turned to him. Yeah, probably he was feeling guilty about what happened. “Why? I feel fine, do you?”
“You have a bruise on your neck. You should treat that. You being in my vision with that on your neck just disrupts my attention and not to mention, other people see,” He said, his eyes behind the glasses trained on me. “What happened to your neck?”
“Nothing.” I turned my gaze away. He is definitely feeling guilty. “Some insect bit me.”
He didn’t mention much, just turned and left for his room. I followed suit because that’s where I’m heading to. I looked around. I didn’t know what to do in Peru for the whole afternoon.
I waited till he took his laptop and all he had for work and left before I got into the shower and changed into a white sundress that I packed out of impulse. I grabbed my scarf and my phone and left.
I should try the cocktail lounge or the cafe and the spa. My phone pinged. It was Calhoun.
London, you probably want to get something to eat so I sent you some money. Have a great day.
My eyes nearly popped out of its sockets. All this just for coffee and spa appointments. I sent a thank you message and hopped to the cafe. It's just him taking care of his employee.
CALHOUN
As I finished up my last client for the day, I leaned back in the leather office chair and ran my hand down my face. Despite my well deserved rest this morning, I was exhausted and the need to be close to her nearly overwhelmed me.
When I walked to the lobby, I stopped at the sight of her.
Fuck.
She’s facing away from me but I can see her profile from where I’m standing. Her white sundress clung to her luscious curves. I want to flick my tongue between her breast and up to her neck. Her hair is growing longer now teasing her golden skin.
She laughs a deep throaty laugh that makes her c**k hard.
My eyes drag to the reason for her laughter and my fist curls at my side. You have got to be f*****g kidding me.
Dominic Faulkner, her little crush and fling. I thought I got rid of him but I guess he’s persistent.
Walking towards him, trying to keep my strides casual and not angry as f**k. I crack my knuckles and mask my face into something indifferent. By the time London turned to me, I was almost smiling.
“Dr. Vale,” She says. “This is one of my old friends. Dominic Faulkner. He’s on a business trip. He’s a photographer.”
I already know who he is. In fact I know way too much about him. I reluctantly push my hand towards him.
“Nice to meet you.” I grind out.
“I have heard so much about you,” He looked reluctant as well. “The guy who almost bombarded London with so much work she didn’t have time for anyone.”
His eyes flash with surprise and he lets go when I grip it harder than I should. London obviously couldn't sense the tension between us. She just laughed it off.
“Are you here for any shoot?” I ask even though I know he’s not for any shoot.
“Actually I messaged her and decided to come visit since she was free this afternoon.” He smiled.
London turned to me. “I hope it’s not going to be disrupted but I invited Dom for dinner.”
His name is f*****g Dominic, in fact he shouldn’t be having any familiarity to you. I forced a smile in response. Her jade green eyes were fixated on mine. She was f*****g with me.
“Sure let me just drop my bag real quick.” I muttered heading towards my room.
I didn’t wait for their response, I just left.
I shut the door behind me with a bang. I wanted to say she’s mine but I held myself. We are in a professional setting and we are still playing the game of cat and mouse. I splashed water on my face after taking my glasses off, running my hands down my face.
I didn’t want to brush my teeth this morning because I didn’t want the taste of her c*m to leave my tongue. Just the sight of her makes me hard and I was tempted to jerk off since it helps with my sleep disorder but I held back.
I can’t wait to taste her c*m and watch her p***y leak tonight.
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