She was still looking up at him as she stroked his cock when she suddenly took him into her mouth without any warning, making him exhale loudly. He was moaning as she slowly moved her mouth up and down his length. Before she knew it, she was making him moan and groan a little too loudly. He was moaning especially loudly every time she ran her tongue on his tip. It was at that moment that she realized just how well versed she was around bedroom matters.
“Tasha, you keep going like that and there won’t be much left for you,” he said when she intensified her movements with her mouth, taking him deep inside her throat.
She pulled back and slowly brought herself up before she straddled him.
“I want to look at you as we fuck,” she said as she lowered herself down on his massive girth.
He looked up at her for a second before he began caressing her full breasts. She was grinding her hips on his pelvis, slowly moving up and down his cock. She was moaning, groaning in pleasure, and he had brought his knees up, supporting her back as she fucked him. By the way she was moving on him, it was like she was fighting for dear life, not that he was complaining.
“No…please don’t stop,” he moaned when she suddenly pulled away, forcing his cock out of her.
“Come behind me,” she told him as she knelt on one side of the bed.
Matthew looked at her for a second there, shocked and maybe a little excited, but he did not take too long. He got behind her as she had asked, or was it a command…he got behind her and positioned himself at her entry before claiming her in one swift stroke. Natasha held on to the bedding as he began moving himself in and out of her. It was more like he was returning the favor because he was suddenly slamming himself into her so hard she could not help but moan out loud. She put one hand on the headboard and threw her head back as he went on ravaging her.
“Oh, shit…Matthew!” she cried out when he spanked her ass hard. “Please, don’t stop…please, don’t stop…” she was begging as he went on.
It did not take long before she finally let out a loud cry as her body came undone all around his cock.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she collapsed on the bed just before he did.
Their bodies were both glistening in sweat as they lay side by side, looking at each other.
“What…that was…” He shook his head. “Wow.”
“I know, right?”
“What was that about?” he asked. “I have not seen that side of you…ever.”
“Well, to be fair, we have only known each other for just under a month.”
He smiled.
“Well, I cannot wait to know you a whole lot more,” he said. “Clearly, it is a whole lot of fun.”
He leaned in and kissed her softly.
“I am definitely going to miss that,” he whispered as he stroked her hair and she shook her head, confused.
“Going to miss that?” she asked. “Why? Are planning on travelling somewhere soon or something?”
“Well, I do have a few more destinations to take care of before the end of this year…China, France, some parts of Africa, maybe Kenya and Ethiopia…” He shook his head. “I am still trying to figure out the best route to take. Just so I don’t have to be circling the world back and forth.” He took a long deep breath. “I just needed this time here at the villa to get my head wrapped around everything before I got back out there. It was a kind of a reset if you will.”
She looked at him and bit her lip as the words he had said slowly sunk in. He was still speaking, explaining himself, but she was not really hearing anything. All she heard was that he was taking another trip around the world and that spending time with her had been just a reset for him. That was all she was to him.
A reset.
And nothing more.
She took offense to the fact that he was planning on leaving to go to all those destination, especially France, which was the romantic capital of the world, and he had not even bothered to extend her an invite. After all, the last few weeks with him had been magical. At least for her. And the fact that he had planned on leaving what had become their perfect romantic haven without even thinking of how that would make her feel was more than unacceptable to her because there was something about him that she hated more than anything. The fact that she had feelings for Matthew. And to think he didn’t feel the same….well, it was a little more than insulting.
As she lay there, her heart was beating harder and faster, and she was feeling the urge to scream. If anything just to let out the frustration.
“Fuck me,” she thought to herself. “I am a fucked up idiot who just fell for a man I hardly knew.”
She turned around and lay on her side, facing away from him, and he instinctively moved closer to her. He held her close, and he was still speaking when she suddenly realized that she did not feel so warm about him anymore. She was feeling something else. She was almost repulsed, lying there.
“When are you leaving?” she asked without turning around, cutting him short.
“Well, I was thinking of leaving sometime next week. So, I should probably get to the planning process later this week.”
She took a long deep breath and closed her eyes. It was all she could do not to let out her disappointment fall freely down her cheeks in the form of tears.
“I think I should probably clean up,” she said as she climbed out of bed and held her sheet over her breasts.
“Now?” he asked as she walked to the bathroom.
“Why not? It’s about time we went downstairs and got some food. Don’t you think?”
“I was thinking that maybe we would go out tonight,” she heard him call out from the bedroom, and she rolled her eyes.
“Actually,” she started. “I would rather we ordered in because I kind of need to sort out my travel itinerary anyway.”
There was a long silence before he finally spoke again.
“Travel itinerary?” he asked. “Thinking of travelling?”
She took a long deep breath and started the shower.
“Natasha?” Matthew called out, but she did not want to hear anything he wanted to say. So, she just let the sheet drop to the floor and stepped into the shower and closed her eyes as the water ran down her body.
“Natasha, can you hear me?” he called out again and she felt the tears she had fought for so long finally roll down her cheek, but it was quickly washed away by the warm water.
It was a long second before she heard the door open.
“Tasha?” he asked, and she turned around to look at him, flashing a fake smile.
“Yeah?”
“Everything okay?” he asked, and she nodded.
He walked to the shower and held her from behind, the water flowing down their bodies.
“Yeah. It’s just that...I feel bad having to go back to my boring old life after being here,” she lied. “You know after the great vacation I have been having out here.”
He gently kissed her wet shoulder and sighed.
“When do want to leave?” he asked, and she sighed loudly.
“I am going to see if I can get something for tomorrow night,” she said, and he pulled back obviously shocked.
“So soon?” he asked, and she nodded.
“Yes, that soon, and it is probably for the best anyway.”
He shook his head.
“And how did you come to that conclusion?” he asked, and Natasha shrugged.
“You need to get back to work and quite honestly so do I.”
He turned her around and turned off the water.
“But I already told you, I don’t leave for work until much later in the week,” he said. “You could stay here until then. And then maybe a few days after that…I am not in a hurry for you to leave or anything.”
“Yes, but I do have a business to run back at home, and I did promise my intern a more permanent position. So, since I know what he is like, I know he probably has potential clients lined up for me as soon as I land at Logan,” she said,
and he pulled her into his arms.
“I have kind of gotten used to having you here,” he said. “I can’t imagine spending time here all alone.”
She wanted to say something to reply to that, but she just couldn’t figure out the right words to say to him. Everything she thought of was either sarcastic or downright rude.
“Well, I can’t imagine going back to reality either,” she said. “It kind of sucks for me.”
“For both of us,” he said as he kissed her forehead gently.
*****
Matthew took a long deep breath as he looked at his computer screen. It might have been because he was trying to figure out how everything was going to work out with his next tour since he had destinations that were literally on three corners of the compass or the simple fact that he was going back to a life that had no Natasha in it. He had grown so attached to her. So fond of spending time with her that he was having a difficult time just simply thinking about it. He was still looking at his computer screen when his phone suddenly vibrated against the desk. He looked at the screen and sighed loudly. It was Missy, and he did not really feel like talking to her. He had not felt like talking to her in a long time. Two weeks to be exact. And he had been doing everything to avoid her calls and emails ever since he got to Italy. But this was the fourth time she was calling in a span of three hours, and he was getting impatient with everything.
He wanted to just let it go to voicemail, but he had been doing that for the last few days, and he was getting quite tired of hearing her voice.
“Missy,” he said when he picked up. “What do you want?”
“Finally you pick up and that is what you have to say to me? Not even a ‘hello, Missy.’ How are you doing’?” she asked in that same cynical voice that he hated so much.
“No, because I am trying to figure out my travel itinerary.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “What can I do for you?”
“Actually, I think you forgot one very important thing about me, Matthew Leander, I am still your publicist and part of my job is figuring out what makes you look good so that you can get more advertising which equals more revenue.”
He exhaled loudly.
“Melissa Fletcher, will you just tell me what the hell made you call me? Because I am guessing it is time for you to have a drink with your friends being that it is about eight in the evening on your side.”
“Since when are you that interested in my personal life?” she asked, and he shrugged.
“Since you and my clients are always having drinks and posting your drunk selfies on social media. So, I do get to be interested in your social life because it is all over my fucking social media timeline,” he said in a cynical voice.
“Well, then, I thought I should let you know that the kid from Beijing who was working on that price comparison app is supposed to meet you in two day, so I would suggest you make China your first stop,” she said, and he raised an eyebrow over the other.
“Wait, I thought I was not supposed to start the tour until later this week. I mean, I was literally checking out the airlines trying to book my flight. For Saturday.”
“Saturday is too far away. You have one chance with this kid, and if you don’t bag him, he is going to be scooped up by the next travel blogger. I mean, I have already heard rumors that Trivago and Expedia are trying hard to buy him out and one of your competitors is offering him thirty percent of the website revenue.”
“Thirty percent? That’s a little steep, don’t you think?” he asked.
“Maybe. But he is really keen on meeting you.”
“But China…I was planning on doing Africa first and then going to Asia and then Europe before I went back to Boston.”
“Well, if you had bothered to pick my calls or listen to my messages…”
He shook his head.
“I didn’t pick your calls because I was busy, and as a matter of fact, I did listen to your messages.”
“If you had bothered to listen to all my messages, you would have realized that I already sent you a decent flight plan that will ensure you actually pass by all the destinations without having to be redundant on your trip.”
He raised an eyebrow over the other.
“You did?” he asked.
“Yes, I did. And now that it is obvious that you never bothered to read your emails either, I should probably point out that you also have a photo op in Beijing,” she said. “So, if you are not packed, you better get packing because the flight I booked you on leaves in a few hours. Which means tomorrow, Leander.”
“Fine,” he said, exhaling loudly.
“Okay, then. See you in Beijing.”
“Wait, you are coming with me to Beijing?” he asked, surprised.
“Why are you asking something you already know, Leander? You know that I always come to your meetings and phot ops.”
He pulled his phone from his ear and took a long deep breath. It was all he could do not to shout every profane worked he had in mid at her.
“Bye, Missy,” he said and hung up, cutting her short, not that he cared about what she was saying anyway.
All he could think of was that the only silver lining to this story was that he was not going to be at the villa alone. He and Natasha were both leaving on the very same day.
Chapter 10
It was a little after ten in the evening when Natasha walked back into her apartment. She did not know why, but she suddenly felt like a stranger in her own home. She was not very sure what it was about her place that made her feel like she had just stepped into a world that she did not recognize anymore.
“I need to clean this place up,” she thought as she looked around. “This place is so…”
She shook her head when she realized that she didn’t have the right words to explain just how she felt about her place. How she could say that her place looked like the old Natasha. The Natasha who was engaged to be married to Kyle Barlow. The Natasha who had already started packing in preparation to move to a big family house in Fort Meade. She took a long deep breath and dropped her bags as she looked around before she slowly made her way into the living room. She did not know why, but she suddenly couldn’t sit still despite the fact that she had just got off a ten-hour flight. She sat down on the edge of the coffee table and took off her boots and threw them aside before she took off her coat.
She took a long deep breath and made her way to the spare bedroom where she had kept all the boxes she’d bought to pack up Kyle’s stuff but never really got started on the whole process. But when she stood in that spare room and looked at the boxes she had already packed, she wondered why she had never really finished everything. It was like she had closed the door to that side of her and had never really bothered to open it again. Not even for a peek. But as she stood there, she realized that if ever there was a time to open the door and finally close that chapter in her life, it was at that particular moment.
She carried a box to her bedroom and opened Kyle’s side of the closet. She stared at the clothes for a long time and slowly ran her fingers on the edges of his perfectly spaced shirts on the hanging rack. She was suddenly thinking back to her past with Kyle. Back when everything seemed to be conquerable. Back when everything was always going to be all right…
She could not help but feel nostalgic as she looked at all the stuff they had collected together over the years. The photos, the poor excuses for art, and basically everything else in her apartment.
Kyle Barlow was the first man Natasha had met in a long time who made Natasha feel like a woman and not like an object. She had always been the kind of girl who turned heads, and unfortunately for them, she was not interested in hearing anything the men who paid her attention had to say. But with Kyle, everything was different. From the way he had looked at her the first time he had seen her to the way he had spoken to her that very first time…it was enough to give him a second look.
She had gone out celebrating a workmate’s promotion, and it was at that ba
r that Kyle first saw her. And she had never forgotten how they met. It might have been a little cliché, but it was one of her favorite stories to tell. A drunk was trying to dance with her, and Kyle stepped in and put him in his place. She looked at him after he had punched the drunk in the face, and she had shrugged.
“I think you should ice that,” she said in a soft voice, but Kyle shook his head.
“Oh, this? This is nothing. I have been through so much worse. Trust me,” he said.
“Really?” she asked as she looked at him. “How much worse?”
“Bullets. IEDs. Some machetes,” he said, and she raised an eyebrow over the other.
“I should probably be very afraid right now or proud because you are either a drug dealer or a cop,” she said.
“Close,” he said. “Army.”
She smiled.
“Well, I and the entire United States of America thank you for your service.”
“It is a pleasure to serve you, ma’am.”
She shook her head as she reached for her drink.
“Ma’am is my mother. I am Natasha. Natasha Bailey.”
“Kyle Barlow,” he said as he stretched his hand to shake hers. “Nice to meet you,” he said.
“Pleasure is all mine,” she said as she looked at his muscular torso outlined in the shirt he had on. She just could not help herself. “Trust me.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, and she shrugged.
“Depends. Are you joining me? Because I hate drinking alone.”
“Okay,” he said. “What are you drinking?”
Natasha smiled and shook her head.
“Are you sure you can handle what I am drinking?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Bring it on because I think that looks like a Long Island Iced Tea to me,” he said.
“It is. But this is my third, so if you want to even the scales, you had better down two iced teas really fast.”
He smiled and sat down next to her.
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