Falling For My Enemy

by Cassandra Dee

  Oh god, the man was handsome. He looked like an Adonis, reading a paper as if nothing untoward had happened.

  Except he’d fucked me silly, inducting me into the mile-high club.

  Those blue eyes flicked up, a smile on his lips as he shot me a knowing gaze.

  “Hey there,” came that soft drawl. “You feel okay sweetheart?”

  Never mind the fact that I was a hot mess. I knew what he was talking about. My aching pussy. The vaginal lips that had stretched so wide to accommodate his huge girth.

  I blushed, our connection immediate.

  “Yes,” was my answering murmur. “I’m fine, thanks.”

  “Good,” he growled, still devouring me with his eyes. “Now why don’t you take a seat and make yourself comfortable as we land? I’ll be gone for,” he paused, glancing at his watch, “oh, about two hours. Damn meeting. But after that, we’ll head from Charlotte to Chicago. What do you say, sweetheart? Are you ready for round two?”

  Round two? My cheeks flared. We’d already done rounds one through five in the back bedroom. The next leg of the flight was more like round six.

  But shyly, I nodded.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll be ready when you return.”

  Mr. Evans nodded, pleased, snapping his paper again.

  “Perfect, sweetheart,” he growled. “Now get your seatbelt on because we’re landing.”

  And tottering off in my heels, I strapped myself into the staff jumpseat once more, heart pounding. Because oh god, I had two hours to recover before the big man was back. Two hours to rest, relax, and get myself together. But the truth was that I didn’t need two hours because I’d be ready for the alpha male … anytime and anywhere.

  8

  Morgan

  Evelyn’s bright, cheerful face filled the screen as she picked up.

  “Hey, how are you girl?” she chirped. I was sitting in one of the plush white chairs in the main cabin section. Mr. Evans was gone, and after the maintenance crew left, it was just me.

  Dressed in my jammies, I knew I looked ridiculous. After all, how many people wear flannel cat pajamas when they’re on a private aircraft?

  But Evelyn’s my buddy, so I popped open a bag of potato chips and slipped a few in my mouth. Yum. Chips have always been my weakness. I love them all: potato chips, tortilla chips, you name it, they’re all good to me. Especially Cheesy-O’s because those are my favorite.

  But right now, there was a lot of catching up to do. Evelyn knew that I’d gotten a new job but I hadn’t relayed the details to her yet, as steamy as they were.

  “Hey girl,” I waved to her image on the screen. “What’s going on?”

  My buddy grinned, tossing back a mane of long, blonde hair.

  “Not much,” her eyes squinted, looking curiously at my surroundings. “Wait, are you still on the plane? You’re not in your hotel room, are you?”

  “Yeah, I’m on the plane,” came my satisfied crunch. “It’s easier if I stay here until the client comes back. It’s just for a few hours.”

  Evelyn nodded, her face alight with glee.

  “So aren’t you going to tell me about your new job? Your new client? What’s going on with the private plane? This has to be juicy. Ooh, I’m so jealous.”

  I bit my lip, rolling my eyes a bit. But since we have a mind-meld, Evelyn immediately squealed, almost bouncing up and down in her chair.

  “Oh my god! You really did it. You boinked a guy. Congratulations girl, welcome to the dark side.”

  I sighed, cheeks hot again. Who uses the word “boink”? Only my friend. But I smiled.

  “We did,” I admit shyly. “And it was really amazing.”

  Evelyn’s eyebrows flew up into her wispy blonde hair. “Oooh! Tell me about it. Did you, you know, do the uh uh uh?”

  Evelyn was so ridiculous that I had to giggle. Besides, what was she talking about?

  “I don’t know. We made love, so what’s uh uh uh?”

  She pouted. “You know! I’ve always dated older men and this client was up there age-wise, right? So you know … did he have trouble?”

  I thought back, trying to remember if anything had seemed difficult for Mr. Evans. He wasn’t that old. Maybe forty, and not sixty like the men Evelyn dated.

  “Well, everything seemed okay,” came my slow voice. “But what do you mean, trouble? Because maybe I missed something. This was my first time, so I’m not sure.”

  Evelyn remained unfazed.

  “Man girlie, you’re out of it. You know what I’m talking about. Older guys often struggle with getting it up. I’ve seen it a million times,” she confided in a low voice. “There are lots of tips and tricks if you guys are struggling with that,” my friend almost whispered. “I can help if needed.”

  Oh my god, this was hysterical. Mr. Evans had no problems like that at all. I guffawed, potato chips almost spurting from my nose.

  “No, we’re good Evelyn. My guy was really hard. Insanely hard, even.”

  I go hot all over because it’s true. Stone had been so ready, rigid and pulsing. His pants had tented, barely restraining the powerful length within. It was comical thinking that some guys couldn’t get it up compared to my recent experience. We’d done it maybe three or four times in two hours? He was more like Superman than someone who needed extra help.

  “Then you don’t have anything to worry about,” pronounced Evelyn. “You’re lucky,” she confided. “Almost all my boyfriends have been on Viagra. It helps sometimes, but not always,” she said sadly.

  I smiled ruefully.

  “Evelyn, that’s why you have to stop dating seventy-year-olds,” I admonished gently. “They’re too old for you. Don’t you think a fifty year age gap is a lot?”

  But I knew my friend wouldn’t listen. It’s in one ear and out the other with this girl. She likes the May December aspect, and that’s that. Not even a lightning bolt to the head was going to change her preferences. But come to think of it, there was something my buddy could help me with.

  “You know, Mr. Evans doesn’t have trouble getting it up, but he was really big.” I confided, cheeks flushing hot again. “Like really, really big. So big I wasn’t sure what to do.”

  The blonde rolled her eyes, sighing.

  “It was your first time so of course he felt big. You’ve never been touched before, so you’re small down there. But show me with your hands. How big are we talking about exactly?” she demanded.

  Hmm, how do I describe this? I formed my thumb and finger into a circle. No, that wasn’t even close. Using both hands, I cupped them together, miming an iron pipe. Yeah, that was more like it.

  Evelyn gasped, her eyes going wide with shock and awe.

  “No way! There was no way he was that big! It’s impossible! Does that even exist in real life?” In a lower voice she continued, “Is your pussy destroyed? I mean, seriously Morgan, you must be hurting after taking that.”

  I giggled a little.

  “Yes, I mean, it pinched a little when it was happening, but I’m okay now.” My body heated thinking about how full he had made me feel. “Mr. Evans went slow at first, and there was a tiny bit of pain when he put it in. But after a while, it felt really, really good. He said I’d stretch because I’m young,” I confided.

  Evelyn burst into laughter.

  “Man, this guy is a player,” she said in a rueful tone. “I don’t know what to think if he’s feeding you lines like that.”

  I frowned a little. What was my friend getting at? But then Evelyn shot me a wide smile over the screen.

  “Come on, show me the plane!” she demanded. “I want to see what it’s like to fly private.”

  I giggled, forgetting my last thought. Her excitement was too contagious, and how often do you get to show off a private aircraft?

  “Okay,” I said, lifting the laptop so that the camera faced outwards. “Here’s the main cabin area, and as we walk back here, you can see there’s a private room in back.”

  “Oh my god, per
fect for sexy times!” squealed Evelyn, bouncing up and down. “You really are a member of the Mile High Club now.”

  I rolled my eyes because even the thought was ridiculous. But it was fun giving my friend a tour of the plane.

  “It’s nice, right?” I said into the screen, bouncing on the bed a little. “Even better than first class.”

  But Evelyn had her own ideas.

  “Open that closet,” she directed over to the right. “What’s in there? There are so many nooks and crannies.”

  I got up and slid the door open obligingly. Nothing interesting. Just a coat rack, with some empty hangers, and a black suitcase on the floor.

  “Oooh, what’s that?” squealed Evelyn, eyes wide. “What’s in that suitcase?”

  I frowned.

  “It probably belongs to Mr. Evans,” was my slow reply. “It’s just his luggage. Why?”

  “Take it out!” she squealed. “Let’s find out all his secrets.”

  No. That wasn’t right. I was his employee and didn’t want to be fired. Besides, who rummages through someone else’s private things?

  “You know I can’t do that, Evelyn,” was my patient reply. “It’s not right. That suitcase belongs to someone else, and I can’t just go about opening it.”

  She mock frowned, pouting.

  “But what if he has Viagra inside?” she wheedled. “This is your chance to find out!”

  I rolled my eyes, exasperated once again.

  “There’s no Viagra,” I said firmly, shutting the door. “Mr. Evans doesn’t need any pills.”

  Just then low voices sounded outside, with footfalls clanging on the gangplank. Oh no, Stone was back. I glanced at a clock. It had been almost two hours, and Mr. Evans had returned. And yet here I was giving my buddy a tour of his bedroom on the plane.

  “I’m sorry, I have to go. Stone’s going to board again soon.”

  Evelyn waggled her tongue. “Oooh, ‘Stone.’ Already calling him by his first name, hmmm? Okay, bye. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

  I clicked off, hastily shoving the laptop into my bag. And right in time too, because Mr. Evans stepped into the small cabin then, his blue eyes roving over my form sensuously.

  “Hi sweetheart,” he drawled. “How’s it going? Miss me much?”

  Things were great. Except that I was still dressed in my flannel cat pajamas, with my hair rumpled.

  “Comfy, aren’t we?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.

  At that moment, the engine kicked on and the plane started to roll. But Stone was unfazed.

  “Come on, take a seat,” he invited, gesturing to one of the white leather chairs. This was weird. I should have been wearing my uniform and sitting in the staff jumpseat. But instead, the billionaire was inviting me to make myself comfortable in the main cabin. The alpha male buckled himself in, turning to me with an expectant look.

  “Come on, sweetheart,” he invited again. “What are you waiting for?”

  As the plane rolled down the runway, I studied that handsome mien, and then made up my mind. He was inviting me to be a passenger, and quickly, I strapped myself into the chair across from him.

  Calm down, the voice in my head spoke. You’re going to be okay, Morgs. You’ve already gone so far with Stone, and you’ve enjoyed it. Just see where it goes next.

  Mr. Evans continued to remain silent as the plane leveled into cruising altitude, and then those sapphire eyes turned my way again.

  “So how was your day?” he asked.

  I blushed a little, going slightly red.

  “Well, I was just talking with my friend on the phone, and she’s excited that I have this job. I meant to get dressed,” I said quickly, “but we just started talking and talking, so I didn’t get a chance.”

  He shot me a knowing look.

  “It’s okay, I like cats,” he said smoothly. I went beet red then. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Evans was a cat-person. He looked more like a lion-person or a tiger-person. But he grinned again.

  “You said you’re from LeBar City, right? How’d your family end up there?”

  I paused for a moment. The story’s not great, but again, this man already knew about my humble past. There was no sense in holding back now. Suddenly serious, I spoke.

  “My mom is disabled and my dad hasn’t been in the picture for ages. Way back when I was two, we used to live with my grandma. It was really cramped and my mom didn’t make much, so she entered the lottery for public housing.”

  Stone nodded.

  “Yeah, I know those lotteries. My conglomerate has built a couple of affordable housing complexes, like Evergreen Lake and Forest Hills Point over in Queens.”

  I nodded.

  “Well, usually it takes years to actually get an apartment when you’re on their waiting list. Except that because my mom is disabled, we got the call within a few months, and soon Sandra and I were able to move into LeBar City. It’s just a one-bedroom for the two of us, but we’re grateful.”

  Stone nodded thoughtfully again.

  “So you went to school in the City?”

  “Yes,” was my slow reply. “I graduated from our local high school. It was hard because I was working a couple jobs too, but I’m proud of what I’ve achieved.” Suddenly, tears filled my eyes even because Stone would never understand. He was a billionaire businessman for whom forty thousand dollars was nothing. It was just a rounding error. How could he empathize with my plight?

  But the dark man nodded again.

  “Affordable housing can be expensive if you don’t have means,” he said smoothly. “But tell me sweetheart: what are you doing after this? You’re not going to be a flight attendant forever, are you?”

  I took a deep breath.

  “I’ll be one for as long as you let me,” were my slow words. “Because we have medical debt. My mom has bills, and they’ve been piling up for years now. That is, if you’ll have me,” I said, voice choking. “I’ll work long and hard, I promise. We need the money,” I add in a low voice.

  Stone sat back in his chair then, perplexed.

  “I thought you said your mother was on disability? Isn’t there medical care that goes along with that?”

  I took a deep breath even as my eyes filled with tears again.

  “Yes, but it’s just not enough,” was my slow reply. “My mom’s back has gotten worse. It’s one of those things where everything looks okay in x-rays, but the pain is excruciating, so we opted to go with an experimental treatment.”

  Stone said nothing then, although those arched black eyebrows flew up.

  “Yes, experimental,” I confided, staring at my hands. “It’s the only option available,” were my rushed words. “Sandra’s in such pain every day, and we were desperate, so when the doctor said he’d prescribe something off-label, we agreed.”

  “Has it worked?” the dark man growled, eyes intense.

  And to my shame, tears really began to roll down my cheeks then.

  “Yes, it helps with her pain,” I said softly. “But the thing is that we can’t afford it. We’ve been taking out credit cards to pay for her treatment because insurance won’t cover off-label stuff. But we’re in a bad place,” I confided softly. “Our bill is well into the six figures now, and bankruptcy is probably the only option.”

  Stone’s eyes grew faraway for a moment as he looked out the window.

  “I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart,” was that low rumble. “Bankruptcy is harsh, definitely,” he added. “But sometimes it’s the best option. It can clear your debts in one fell swoop, courtesy of the judge, leaving you with a clean record. You don’t have any student debt, do you?”

  I almost choked with laughter.

  “No, high school was free, and college isn’t in the works,” I said, just slightly bitter. “No student loans, thank goodness.”

  Mr. Evans nodded approvingly.

  “Good, because the bankruptcy court won’t discharge those. Those never go away. But sweetheart, don’t be afraid
of bankruptcy if that’s what it comes to. It’s just a way of restructuring your personal obligations.”

  My cheeks flamed because clearly, this man didn’t understand. The prospect of turning to the courts for help made my cheeks flame. We’re poor, but bankruptcy was just so embarrassing. I never thought I’d be dependent on the charity of the state.

  “Thanks,” I mumbled, looking down as the cat pajamas again. At least they were clean. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  But Mr. Evans could tell that my heart wasn’t in it. A big hand seized mine then, that warmth enveloping my small palm.

  “Sweetheart, like I said, bankruptcy’s not the end of the world,” he growled. “Trust me, I know. I’ve taken a few companies through multiple restructurings. It’s just a way of giving yourself a fresh start.”

  But shame clogged my throat.

  “It just sounds bad,” I managed in a choked voice. “I can’t believe things got like this.”

  Mr. Evans gave my hand another encouraging squeeze.

  “You’re going to be fine, sweetheart. Trust me. I’ve been through bankruptcy before myself,” he tossed off.

  My gaze jerked up.

  “You have?”

  He nodded.

  “Sweetheart, like I said, it wasn’t personal bankruptcy. It wasn’t me, Stone Evans, personally asking the court for relief. It was a corporate restructuring, so trust me when I say it’s not that bad. It’s just a bunch of paperwork and lawyers, and hopefully at the end, you get some relief.”

  I nodded tearfully.

  “We just have so much medical debt,” were my broken words. “I can’t pay it off anytime soon, not even with this new salary.”

  With that, Stone hauled me into his lap, crooning into my hair.

  “Shush, sweetheart. I know this is hard for you. It’s not easy, but nothing worth having ever comes easy. It sounds like you’ve been really brave, taking care of your mom while she’s on disability. It’s all going to work out, I promise.”

  And with that, I let loose. Huge, honking cries came from my throat, and tears drenched his business shirt. But Stone never let go. The billionaire held me tight in his lap, cradling me close, and it felt good. Because I’ve never had someone there for me before. My family is poor, and everyone always seems caught up in their own issues. There are just so many problems in the world I come from.