HONEYMOON SPREE I
2031 Words
“Hello.. are you still there?” Stuttering over the phone in the sitting room. I pulled my phone away from my ears, staring at it, trying to radial Colin's number.
The least I wanted to hear was about my late father. It pains me so much that he didn't live to witness this growth and success I've achieved today.
The elevator door chimes open. I turned to the noise fidgeting.
“Mi amore how are you doing? Here are the few things I got for you,” The hotel assistant came in with a bouquet of flowers.
I rushed to hug Greg. Trying to keep my emotions in check. So he doesn't notice anything.
“Ma'am, where do you want to have me keep them?” He asked. His voice faints like a young child.
“Awwwn!. Thanks baby” my cheek flushed pink. “Over there” I pointed to him. “Let me have it better still, thanks.” I said to the hotel assistant.
I took the flowers from him. Pulling the roses closer to my nose they smelled quite heavenly and zesty. I pecked my hubby on his cheeks. Both sides. He smelled great. I could eat him up for lunch.
The hotel assistant left us alone to continue our adult behaviour.
“Don't stop Denise…I need more of it” Greg childishly said.
“I'm not stopping anytime soon…” I set the flowers aside. Leaving him alone.
“You are not looking all happy today, is anything wrong?”
Trying so much to hide what I feel inside.
“Not at all” I managed to curl my lips in an ‘ it's okay manner.’
“I know you too well… Did anyone look for your trouble? Did you receive a call from Colin, your ex husband? did the receptionist look at you in any kind of way?” He walked closer to me. Unbuttoning his white shirt, smiling.
His hands pressed beneath my jaw and tilting it upwards, his eyes falling to my face, eyeball to eyeball like he is about to kiss me.
Greg towered me as usual. The nerves in his palms triggered a certain feeling inside of me..
“Urrrh, I'm fine dear..” I lied.
“Let me guess. Your position at the office, overwhelming right? but I believe you will adjust quickly. Don't think too much.” Greg, hands grasped my waistline before I could respond.
“Yeah, i'll be fine…pretty soon!” I reassured him.
Just immediately his lips latched into mine. Slowly suckling my lower lip and my juicy tongue in a frequent motion. His tongue was quite tasty. His wide warm palm met my cold thighs. I shivered. Pleasure gasps escape my mouth.
My legs trembled, Greg held me firmly this time, until I began to feel warm water slipping down my thighs because of what he was doing to me.
“You look sexy in this lingerie,” he whispered.
I sniffed heavily. Greg is taking me to the other side of the world as he continues to explore my body. Like he took an oath for it.
This honeymoon romance was taking place in one of the tallest buildings in the world, The Rosewood Hotel, Grangemouth, China. I imagined having the city view while being nailed and being in cloud nine at the same time.
Music began playing from nowhere.
“Don't move Denise, I got something to do with you this hour” I moaned in agreement. His breath was warm too.
He thrust his middle finger inside of me, roughly, his left hand pressing my breasts harder, his lips finding their way to my n*****s. Moisturising my n****e with his saliva. I couldn't deny my body yearned so much for this moment. My hands holding his face in between.
My soft butt's been squeezed with his right hand aggressively.
“Could I please lean on the couch a little?” I asked.
“Nah…I'd rather have you stand why I made love to you” he whispered.
I continued walking backwards until I hit the glass (wall) of the sitting room with my back. He secured my body in his.
Pulling down the tiny hands of my mini dress off my shoulders. Still, not forgetting to suckle the nectar from my tongue.
Greg continued to withdraw and insert his middle finger inside of me vigorously.
Tears trailed down from my eyes. Because why not! No one does it better.
Gently, my dress slipped from top to below my feet, stripping me completely naked. I caught my curve and nakedness, my boobs, roughened hair, on the glass reflection.
Greg glided down gently, his face on my waist region, he raised my legs at an angle 90°. I packed my boobs with both of my hands. He kissed me there, I felt the warm breeze from him. Soft and gentle, his tongue probing the fold of my flesh, biting the sensitive nub of my c******s. I arched more.
There and then, I couldn't remember pulling his shirt or un-belting my husband, forgetting my duty at this point.
His warm thighs met mine, His mouth found my breast slowly, and his little member slipped into my body, arresting my hands above my body and holding it against the wall.
I began to move in sync with him, upward and downward. His thrust getting deeper, igniting a wave of pleasure. My back, butt skin was glued to the glass.
My moans echoes pleasure, mingling with Greg's laboured breath. He nailed me to the wall, deeply penetrating me; Continually pounding me mercilessly. Quite painful but I enjoyed every motion of it.
“I love being inside of you” he whispered into my ears. Suckling my earlobe this time.
“Is this the least hard you can go?” I asked, wanting to provoke him more into action.
He moved so deep this time around. I felt him going sideways and upwards this time. He reached my cervix. Did I scream? Yes I did.
“I love f*ck*ng you, and you know that right?” I muffled a moan due to exhaustion in agreement. “I own you, every bit of you.” He said.
Reaching the peak of our pleasure already, his face heavy as he bears the cramps of his c*m. Releasing every fluid inside of me. Sparingly he did it. The fluid of his c*m sprinkled all over my chest.
*******
“It's nice to meet you, and I'm Mrs Adele,” She said.
“Me too” I pulled a smile in confusion as to who she was. A complete total stranger standing in front of me.
“Don't look too surprised. So I'd be your business teacher for the week, before you return to work fully. Your husband Gregory Richards employed me.” She explained as she walked in.
“Please come in” I insisted immediately when I heard my husband's name.
The lady with a milky skin, slim, and about 5 '8 ft above the ground. A blonde bun knotted in the middle of her skull, her auburn suits screams of elegance, her wristwatch, class. Her makeup was not too obvious but her tiny lips tinted with a red metallic glistening shine walked in majestically. With a briefcase and a handbag.
“How are you enjoying your time together?” her eyes darting all over the place.
“Fantastic and fairy tale I must say” I replied. “Please have a seat” she sank herself inside the soft sofa behind. I sat next to her.
“Thanks. I see” she replied.
“Greg didn't tell me you were coming,” I whispered, releasing and holding back my smile.
“It's part of the honeymoon present, I guess.” She proposed with a warm smile arching her brows as well.
“Let me get you something to drink. Soft or?” I paused waiting for her response.
“Lemon juice please” She requested. Lemon juice was the most liked juice here in China. It's medicinal like I heard from my little stay.
I returned with a full jar of the Lemon Juice. Pouring a glassful of it. I handed her a glass,
“Well, I'm not going to overwhelm you with the testimonies I've gotten so far from the female CEO I've trained over the years.” She tossed out her laptop from her bag.
“Here, have a look!” Adele chessed her laptop to my side in gentle motion.
On the screen, I saw Mrs. Marshall. The CEO of the biggest shoe manufacturing here in China and a few other COE's worthy of emulation.
“So Denise, shall we…” I hummed in response… “Sure”
“I'm from Canada by the way, but I'm a citizen of China. My husband and family are from this country. And I had all my business degrees here.” She explained.
First thing first, never ‘humm’ in a business meeting. Be verbal at most so your take on matters doesn't get misunderstood.
“Sorry my bad” I apologised. “No worries,” she replied.
“Secondly, ensure you get a personal assistant to assist you in your dealings. “Do you have anyone in mind as to who your PA would be?” She questioned. With my eyes fixated I replied.
“Not at the moment, but I'd think of my little sister, Abigail who just finished from one of the prestigious business schools in New York. She will make a good one I think.”
“Does she possess a degree or good-work personal relationship? Sorry if I'm acting curious. Part of my job” she inquired.
I nodded in agreement “She does.”
Sincerely, Abigail, my sister, is a genius. She has always had head and eyes for business. She calls herself a business lady. Reason why Colin gave her Scholarship to one of the best Business schools in New York.
“You don't have to mix family with business, one of the rules states that..,” She acknowledged.
“I know that..” I replied reluctantly. She watched as my mouth moved in response.
“But having Abigail in my team is a blessing..because she is smart and intelligent. Better still, I need someone to watch my back and Abigail is someone I tip. Even if I choose to do an interview she would do great.”
I replied to her with full assurance and Of Course she looked happy with my response.
“Thirdly, you must have a mentor by your side to coach you every step of the way.”
I nodded. Jotting this idea down. Greg is there to help but I'd need more forces around me other than my husband..I thought inwardly.. She continued to list out points.
“Fourthly, know your rivals and not show your weakness anytime you see them. Do your best to feel okay in their presence. Pretend if you have too. Even when everything is not going well”
“Taken! May I know more about this.”
“It is one of the rules not to let people know your weakness when they strike. You don’t have to give that impression of a defeated person. Most especially in the business world”
“Taken,” I smiled.
“Business is not as sleek as people think it is.. when you make mistakes you should bounce back as soon as possible. If you must become the best in your field you must adapt quickly to customers wave in action”
Lastly, for today, Do not let anyone come into your way of success. You must learn to take everyone out. It's part of the things that make you dogged.
My heart sank into my stomach immediately. My eyes opened widely. Was she implying that I became a murderer, just to ensure I keep my business going…?
“What are you implying Mrs.?
“Make what you want out of it. Your swords should be closer to you at all times as a business person ready cut…!” She implied.
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