Waiting for you

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Amara’s p.o.v.

When I say that this man is going to be the death of me. The way he can suck the breath out of my lungs, isn’t healthy.

That arrogant smirk creeps on his face.

“Since Ms. Jones sounds offended. Maybe I should make you Mrs. Brown legally.”, he says seriously, looking my straight in the eye.

That made me gulp down my teasing. The thought that we would make that step, that I would be his misses. Even this early in, I would say yes if he would ask me.

“Well maybe you should.”, I say to keep my posture going. “Then I can tell any woman off. What’s her problem anyway?”

“Let’s just say that she was being herself from the first moment she laid eyes on me, even though I carried your sleeping frame.”, he says with a sigh, making me huff out a hard breath.

“You know you have nothing to be afraid off right?”, he says, cupping my chin in his hands.

He should only know that I am not worried about him, but the women who can come on to him. Even worse, when they do it under my nose. Plain disrespect.

”Jealousy doesn’t flatter you. Plus, I will get back to you about the offense matter, Ms. Jones.”

“Jealous? Me?! No way, Tim.”

“Uhuh, Love.”

Why do I feel like he is testing me?

“I am not jealous.”

“Sure you’re not, Baby. Let’s just get some sleep.”, he says with a chuckle.

It doesn’t take long before I drift off to a peaceful sleep.

Several hours later, we are woken up by a soft knocking sound.

Timothy answers before me.

“Uhm, Sir, Ma’am, we are almost at destination. Please get in your seats and put on your seatbelts. Thank you.”

“Well, she at least acknowledged my existents.”, I huff.

Timothy stretches his body and gives me a quick kiss.

“See, you are jealous, baby.”

Seriously? He still on that?

“I am not jealous, Timothy. She just doesn’t have any principal in her bones.”, I spat with disgust.

“Both are true. Keep denying. One is cute, the other is messy”, he laughs.

“I am not denying anything.”, I scoff at him.

We take our seats preparing ourselves for landing.

“Baby, I was just teasing you.”

“Mmm.”

After landing, we hurry ourselves to get to the resort.

Stepping out the plane, I look at the girl and say goodbye. She will be on the first flight back. I know what Timothy said will be taken care of.

The sun is shining down hard down on us, but I am not bothered by it. I take in the fresh air and feel thankful for the privilege to be on a visit.

We have just 4 hours to get ready and go to Natural Bridge, to be in time for the wedding.

Apparently it’s the rocky part of the island. The name of the bridge is Natural Bridge, since it’s formed through nature. The salt ocean water broke limestone, which formed a bridge.

I have read that it collapsed in the early 2000’s, but there is another intact one forming, Baby Bridge.

I think it will be a beautiful location, from the pictures that I have seen online, but I wonder why Melody and her husband have chosen for this location.

On our way to the resort, I am taking in the colorful paradise.

Timothy’s p.o.v.

Getting to the resort, we are quick to get to our cabin and start freshening up. We have just about 2 hours, and we have to be on our way again.

I told Jon to use the company card to book them rooms for a night rest at the closest hotel by the airport and to return the jet first opportunity possible.

He just confirmed that everything was in order, and he also made sure our return. He will let me know when he lands back home so that I can contact the company where I hire my flight attendant. Even if I wasn’t with Amara, I would have fired Mandy. She will never be on my flight again.

Amara went into the bathroom, and I haven’t seen her in over an hour. I have knocked a couple of times on the door already, and with the reply, she will be out soon.

“Love, can you please come out, I also need to shower.”, letting out a sigh because time is passing quickly.

“Timothy, I am almost done, really.”, I can imagine the small pout on her face.

“I have that surprise waiting for you.”, I remember her, hoping that will tempt her enough to at least open the door.

Hearing the sound of the lock opening, I open the door without hesitation.

Damnit, my eyes pass over her whole frame. She is standing in just a towel. Her brown skin is glowing. Her thick black curly hair is in a low ponytail with light makeup applied on her face.

Her eyes glide over my bare chest, sucking in her under lip, and start biting it softly.

She walks back over to the sink. The way her hips sway effortlessly, making her sweet bottom jiggling lightly.

Who was tempting who again? I think, savoring the moment.

Amara starts to clean up the mess she has created on and around the sink.

I take off my trousers and boxer, not caring that my manhood is standing up right, ready for action.

Nonchalantly, I walk to the shower, which is across from the sink.

Standing behind her, she looks up in the mirror. Our eyes meet. She smiles at me shortly. Her eyes lower down over my body, seeing my b***r. She gasps out a small moan, despite the shocking expression at her first glance.

Smirking, I turn round and turn on the shower and step in. The water isn’t hot, nor does it feel ice cold.

Stepping in, I agree that for the weather, it feels perfectly cooling on my skin.

Turning back to face, Amara, I see that she is still looking at me through the mirror. The admiration in her eyes was readable. The shy blush on her face when she noticed that I caught her stealing glances, making her even glow more.

I feel my manhood pumping more blood. Her eyes widen from the twitch it made, and her legs are quick to let her run out of the bathroom.

Chuckling, I turn the shower colder, that it may be helpful to blush down my lust. I soap my body, wash my hair, and rinse myself. After drying, I enclose the towel round my waist

Walking out of the bathroom, Amara is already clothed in her dress. She is admiring herself in the mirror.

It's absolutely a beautiful thing to see. Making a twirl, she noticed me standing.

“Timothy, not that I am not grateful, but you shouldn’t have.”

“Why not?”, I say, walking to the closet and taking my suit.

“It was too expensive.”, she says timidly.

“I knew you would say that, but I saw you fell in love with it, and I did too. So I bought it.”, I say, walking up to her.

“Plus you have to keep it now. We can’t return it. So, what do you say?”, I ask her, smirking after softly ripping the tag off the dress, holding it up in the air.

Amara’s gasp turned in giggles while shaking her head lightly.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart.”, she places a kiss on my cheek.

“The first nickname after Sir…”, I tell her, looking deep in the eye, making her understand that I do feel something about it.

“Oh.”, she blushes.

Just when she is about to say something, my phone rings.

“You should take that and get dressed.”, she says, smiling shyly.

Oh, this conversation isn’t done yet.