His Regrets In Divorcing The Heiress

The Encounter

She saw him from afar without glancing up or acknowledging the man, and now he was standing here. Gwen sighed, turning her iPad off in silent irritation. She'd planted her purse on the aisle seat next to her, hoping the seat would stay empty for the flight to New York. "I knew this was too good to be true," she mumbled.

She didn't want to wage a silent, passive-aggressive war with a stranger for the shared armrest. Mentally grumbling, she eventually glanced up. After faithfully marrying Brock for five years, Gwen never paid any attention to any other man. Even after being freshly divorced, she is still in that frame of mind, so all she noticed about this guy was that he was a male of a different nationality. Gwen gathers her things from the empty seat. The man glanced down at his boarding pass, trying to ensure he wasn't making the lady move her stuff for nothing.

"This is row ten, right?" he politely asked.

Gwen kept her head down and partially smiled and said, "Yes, this is row ten. Let me get this out of the way for you," she said, picking up her purse and other small items, moving them to her lap, and stuffing some of her things in the large handbag. Shortly after clearing his seat, Gwen returned to minding her business and reading her book. But she could feel the man staring at her, but why? The chair was empty.

"Sir, is something wrong? I've cleared your seat."

"Oh no, everything is fine."

Gwen returned to reading her book, but he still stared at her! She shifted in her chair. 'Is he trying to have an attitude with me over having my things in his seat? He needs to keep his eye’s where they belong. He doesn't want to go there with me because I'm not in the mood. This is why I hoped I could have sat here alone.'

Evan would be the last person to stare at a female, but the lady looked familiar, though he had only seen her side profile. But she stirred something in him. But he couldn't figure out where he knew her face from. The female had this very content, warm, peaceful, polite smile while reading her iPad before he approached her. A flash of memories came into his head. He recalled how much his wife enjoyed reading and the pleasant look she would have on her face. He didn't think he would ever meet someone who reminded him of his wife. Evan still didn't know precisely why he was feeling this way. It's an emotion he hadn't felt in months since losing his wife. It surprised him for more reasons than one.

But it was why he left everything he knew and loved behind in Georgia and moved to New York.

Evan made the mistake and glanced at her again. His heart tightened and sizzled as heat swiftly coursed through his veins! He knew this had happened to him recently, surprisingly, while his wife was still alive, but he quickly dismissed that feeling. 'And now, after some months, it has reappeared, why? And who is this woman, and where do I know her from?' He quietly shook his head, thinking. 'I've never been unfaithful to my wife. So why is this stranger having this effect on me?' Evan lifted his small carry-on suitcase and shoved it into the overhead compartment. He snaps the bin closed. A rush of emotions came over his still fragile, lonely existence. 'Why is my heart beating so fast? Who is this lady?' He thought, reluctantly taking his seat.

Evan's eyes rake over the young lady so fast she might not have caught it. Shortly after he took his seat, the flashing light for everyone to buckle their seat belts came on. The airline attendants swiftly walked the aisle to make sure everyone had complied. Then they were down the runway; the plane sped up, the nose pitched skyward, and suddenly, they were airborne. He looked over at her, and even though exhausted, he caught a hint of soft, sweet warmth in his seatmate's expression. Several minutes later, they were thirty thousand feet in the air. Evan knew he needed to look over the paperwork about his job. He sat his computer on his knees and opened his leather portfolio. Sitting only inches from her for the next five hours, he knew he had to keep himself preoccupied. Evan knew something was happening here; was it attraction or curiosity about where he had seen this lady before? He cleared his throat and asked her.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if I turn the light on?" He asked.

Gwen stuck out her hand, pointing to the light. Evan glanced down at her finger and hesitated, stating. "I didn't know if it would cause glare on your iPad."

She shook her head. "It should be fine. Thank you for asking." Gwen uttered from behind her iPad.

That was all Evan needed to hear. The sign above their heads came on, letting passengers know they could unbuckle their seatbelt.

He pressed his head back to the headrest and closed his eyes to relax. Evan was tired and was finally able to enjoy the flight. He listened intently to the whisper of the young ladies breathing, counting the measured beats. She was calm and relaxed, too. He felt his breathing falter before starting up again. He could not explain or understand that something about this woman made him want to know her in the most intimate way possible. But shocking to him! Evan discovers she felt the same way, too. Surprisingly, she placed her hand on top of his. Evan moaned softly. It felt so good to have another human being touch him in this intimate way. But before he accepts her interest. The girl straddled him in his seat; his eyes expanded, and his whole body hummed and moaned for her, and the intensity nearly knocked him backward.

That's when the plane's P.A. system crackled, and a flight attendant welcomed them cheerfully to New York. Evan suddenly popped his eyes open. He discreetly looked at the young lady, still peacefully looking at her iPad. The heat in his face increased as he sat up in his chair, shaking off what was his wild imagination. Evan was annoyed and embarrassed.

He was a single man in his thirties, and a woman he'd found attractive had caught him on the verge of having something he's experienced here lately more than he cared to admit: a fantasy. These unannounced dreams started sometime after Debbie fell severely ill. Evan guessed they served to assuage the s****l tension that came from not being able to have intimacy with his wife for some years. He begins to wonder if a man could die from horniness, and if so, he was about to take his last breath. But this dream came without warning and at the most inconvenient place and time. He thought it must have been brought on by stress and frustration.

Evan couldn't for the life of him remember where he knew this lady who sat next to him. He rolled his head around to ease the tension. What's wrong with me today? Boy, what a wild imagination. He picks up his file and puts it into his briefcase. He discreetly looked at the young lady who ignited such thoughts—giving Evan the stimulation needed to provide him with the physical release so necessary for his s****l well-being. But he felt pathetic because she wasn't paying him any attention.

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Gwen quickly shifted her eyes at the good-looking man she heard moaning while he slept. But her attention returned to her destination and her reason for coming to New York. She couldn't wait to see what she inherited. Then, celebrate with a good meal and a glass of wine. She was looking forward to the new and adventurous life she had all planned out in her head. Gwen felt the temperature had severely dropped. It seemed like it had been snowing forever as she saw the plane glide over New York City, heading to the runway at John F. Kennedy Airport. The flight was coming to an end. The passengers had arrived safely at their destination despite the inclement weather.

Gwen looked out the small window the minute the plane stopped. She saw how thick the snow was on the ground. She stood up and began to gather her things hurriedly.

"Excuse me, Sir. May I pass?"

Before Evan could even stand up to let her pass, she hurried by him with her large purse and carry-on bag. He turns to watch a well-dressed woman go down the aisle as she exited the plane.

"Oh well, that was short-lived." Evan scolded himself; he was curious about her. "Why didn't you say something? I blew it." He shook his head, feeling disappointed at his loss of opportunity.