I increase the pace; lifting and lowering more rapidly, feeling his length fuck me harshly. He reaches up, pulling my neck to him, kissing me forcefully.
I am moaning loudly into his mouth as I slide up and down his length rapidly, and my thighs quickly begin to burn. I force my thighs to cooperate and continue to ride him. I hear a loud slapping sound every time I slam down on his length as he groans in pleasure.
He stops kissing me, groaning loudly as I feel him climax inside me, thrusting hard with each hot liquid burst. I squeeze my inside tightly with his every thrust and orgasm shortly after him as I feel his liquid cream up inside me and begin to drip down and out. I collapse onto the couch and he joins me. I lie in his arms and we end up falling asleep on the couch.
Thursday, 7:15 a.m. I get up feeling quite sore from last night’s rough rendezvous. Both my thighs and insides are sore. I do my leg stretches. I take a warm vanilla and lavender bubble bath.
After the relaxing bath, I go into my walk-in closet, slip on a black Agent Provocateur bra and panty set and a black Valentino lace sheath dress. I put on some makeup and spritz on Dream de Rachel Elbaz perfume on the sides of my neck.
I walk into the kitchen and sit at the kitchen island. I flip through the New York Times on my Kindle Fire while sipping on a cup of civet coffee. My phone beeps.
Tanya: Good morning gorgeous! Our usual spot today?
Cheryl: Yes honey, I’ll see you there!
I finish up my coffee, head to my walk-in closet to pick out a pair of heels from my shoe collection of more than one thousand, organized by color. I pick out a pair of black Jimmy Choo pumps and exit the penthouse.
I take the private elevator down into the lobby. Jeff, the young, twenty-something attractive man who lives in the building greets me as I make my way through the excessively large lobby. He is always throwing me compliments when he sees me. This time is no exception, he throws out a compliment or two as usual, but I’m preoccupied in my mind running through the day’s activities. He waves me goodbye as I exit onto the busy street. My private driver greets me with a tip of his hat, opens up the black Rolls Royce and I slide into the backseat.
My private driver drops me off at Norma’s. Tanya is there, and Yula hasn’t arrived yet. I take a seat beside Tanya, and we start chatting. She mentions something about a getaway to St. Martin that her husband planned. That rings a bell in my mind and reminds me to confirm all the details for my honeymoon with Derek in Jamaica.
Yula arrives, takes a seat across from us, and we order. Yula orders eggs florentine, I order fruit-filled crêpes, and Tanya orders flat crab cakes.
Yula tells us about her busy schedule for the day filled with endless health and beauty appointments and that her husband is going away for the weekend, leaving her alone, and how much she hates when he goes away on his business trips.
Then I can’t take it any longer and I blurt out, “Does sex ever feel like a chore for you ladies?”
Yula immediately blurts out, “Yeah, of course.”
Tanya remains silent.
Yula adds, “Sex is not supposed to be that much fun for women as it is for men.” She is probing Tanya for a reply.
Tanya glances at me and then at Yula. “Sex is not boring or unpleasurable if it’s with an experienced man.”
“So what you’re saying is that my man is not experienced?” Yula asks, annoyance evident in her voice.
“Uh no, that’s not what I am saying. I think some men just don’t care much about pleasing their women in bed because they already please their women financially.”
Yula smirks. “I think some women just don’t enjoy sex as much. We women are wired to want money and romance, not fucking and sucking.”
“Well, some women can enjoy sex as well.” Tanya replies, putting an end to our conversation.
We finish off breakfast, and Tanya runs off to her daily appointments.
“Sex becomes a chore after a while, especially with a wealthy man,” Yula tells me.
“I agree. Derek is insatiable and to tell you the truth, maybe Tanya is right, Derek just isn’t that focused on pleasing me in bed. It’s all about his pleasure, not so much mine.”
“Well, that’s the price we women have to pay for a great lifestyle,” responds Yula matter-of-factly.
“I agree.”
We both take a last sip of our white tea and part ways.
My private driver takes me to the gym. I do a two-hour cardio session with my personal trainer. Then, I go to the spa for a detoxifying massage, a body wrap, and a pedicure.
The private driver drops me off home, and after a long day of running around Manhattan all to maintain myself for Derek, I finally have some quiet time for myself.
I spend a few hours doing some painting in the beautiful art room Derek set up for me, which I very rarely have time to use. The art room has a floor-to-ceiling view of Central Park and has all my abstract paintings spread about on the wall.
It’s 9:55 PM, and I complete the painting that I started a few months ago. It is a somewhat abstract painting of the water canals of Venice that I copied from a photo I took a while back while in Italy. I used mostly bright blues, yellows, and reds, instead of the colors seen in the photo.
Derek enters the art room just as I am cleaning up. He walks up to my completed painting and admires it quietly for a few minutes. “Lovely. It’s one of my favorites. I’d like to put it up in the living room.”
“Really, that would be great honey.” I am shocked and delighted.
“I will get the maid to put it up tomorrow.” He walks out of the room.
I finish cleaning up, take a shower, and then apply Sisleÿa Anti-Aging Concentrate all over my face and body.
I change into a pale pink floral embroidered bustier and panties by Victoria’s Secret. I spritz on some Chanel Coco Mademoiselle on the side of my neck and on my wrists and walk through the penthouse looking for Derek. I check the living room, bedroom, and find him in his home office on his Luvaglio laptop. He looks up when he notices me entering.
“I’ve missed you.” I tell him sweetly.
He maintains his serious expression. “I’ve got a few things to do, I’ll be up for a while, why don’t you go to bed without me for now.” Without another word, he looks back at his laptop and continues doing whatever he was doing.
That’s a first. I don’t know if to panic or to be excited that I get to skip a night of rough sex with him.
I let him be, head to the bedroom to lay myself to sleep.
I wake up at 7:54 a.m. on Friday. I go to breakfast with my girlfriends at a chic French spot and have some fruit, French toast, and enjoy a glass of champagne. What a great buzz champagne gives first thing in the morning.
After chatting the morning away with my friends, I head to my first appointment for the day. My dentist thoroughly cleans my teeth and discusses her husband’s infidelity, openly and with no shame. In my opinion, that is way too much information, regardless of how long I’ve known her, which spans about eight years now.
I go for a two-hour Pilates class, and then spend the rest of the day going from appointment to appointment; from health treatments, to cosmetic injections, to hair removal, to spa therapies.
I arrive home after a long day of appointments. Derek calls me to let me know he will be hiring a private chef at our penthouse for dinner this evening. A night in. That should be nice.
I shower and then style my hair smooth, straight, and shiny. I put on a silk red draped dress by Giambattista Valli and red lipstick. I apply Derek’s favorite perfume.
Derek comes home shortly after I have gotten ready and prepares himself for dinner in the privacy of his walk-in closet while I sit in the living room, sipping on a glass of wine and sampling some bit-sized appetizers the private chef has prepared as I listen to smooth jazz.
When Derek emerges looking razor-sharp in a black suit by Armani, we take a seat at our excessively large white dining table in our grande dining room ove
rlooking Central Park. Our private chef makes us a five-course dinner of oysters, filet mignon, stuffed lobster, venison, and truffles.
I am impressed with how this chef presents his colorful creations on large, rectangular, and square white plates making each dish look more like an abstract painting and not food. Derek dismisses the chef as soon as we have finished our meal.
Once the chef is out the door, Derek says, “Now, I’ve wanted to discuss an important matter with you for a while. First of all…the wedding is drawing closer…and very soon you will be my wife. I want to know that you are 100% honest and committed to me.”
I quickly respond, “Of course honey, I really love you. I am 100% committed to you and I’ve been honest with you from the day we met.”
Derek nods his head. “Good. Now I also want to discuss another important matter with you.” He takes a sip of his champagne, and continues, “Well as you know I’ve been quite busy. I have a few affairs to sort here in New York but after that I’m planning on taking a few years off.” He takes another sip of his champagne. “You know, I’ve worked very hard all my life to achieve what I have achieved. I’d like for us to do some traveling. It’s something I always wanted to do, but never had the time to do. I’ve done quite a bit of traveling for business but I haven’t had the chance to truly explore some of the world’s countries.”
He pull out his electronic notepad from his inside suit pocket and continues, “I have a list of countries I’d like to visit. I’d like you to take a look and tell me what you think.” He reaches over and hands me his electronic notepad and I begin to browse the list of countries he has written down. Wow, the list is huge. I skim through the list:
1. Akrotiri
2. Albania
3. American Samoa
4. Andorra
5. Anguilla
6. Antarctica
7. Antigua and Barbuda
8. Argentina
9. Armenia
10. Aruba
11. Ashmore and Cartier Islands
12. Australia
13. Austria
14. Azerbaijan
15. Bahamas
16. Bahrain
17. Bangladesh
18. Barbados
19. Bassas da India
20. Belarus
21. Belgium
22. Belize
23. Benin
24. Bermuda
25. Bhutan
26. Bolivia
27. Bosnia and Herzegovina
28. Botswana
29. Brazil
30. British Indian Ocean Territory
31. British Virgin Islands
32. Brunei
33. Bulgaria
34. Burma
35. Cambodia
36. Cameroon
37. Canada
38. Cape Verde
39. Cayman Islands
40. Chile
41. China
42. Christmas Island
43. Clipperton Island
44. Cocos (Keeling) Islands
45. Colombia
46. Comoros
47. Cook Islands
48. Coral Sea Islands
49. Costa Rica
50. Croatia
51. Cuba
52. Cyprus
53. Czech Republic
54. Denmark
55. Dhekelia
56. Dominica
57. Dominican Republic
58. Ecuador
59. Egypt
60. El Salvador
61. Estonia
62. Ethiopia
63. Europa Island
64. Falkland Islands (Islas Malvinas)
65. Faroe Islands
66. Fiji
67. Finland
68. France
69. French Guiana
70. French Polynesia
71. French Southern and Antarctic Lands
72. Georgia
73. Germany
74. Gibraltar
75. Glorioso Islands
76. Greece
77. Greenland
78. Grenada
79. Guadeloupe
80. Guam
81. Guatemala
82. Guernsey
83. Guinea
84. Guyana
85. Haiti
86. Heard Island and McDonald Islands
87. Holy See (Vatican City)
88. Honduras
89. Hong Kong
90. Hungary
91. Iceland
92. India
93. Indonesia
94. Iran
95. Ireland
96. Isle of Man
97. Israel
98. Italy
99. Jamaica
100. Jan Mayen
101. Japan
102. Jersey
103. Jordan
104. Jordan
105. Kazakhstan
106. Kenya
107. Kiribati
108. Korea, North
109. Korea, South
110. Kuwait
111. Kyrgyzstan
112. Laos
113. Latvia
114. Lebanon
115. Lesotho
116. Liberia
117. Libya
118. Liechtenstein
119. Lithuania
120. Luxembourg
121. Macau
122. Macedonia
123. Madagascar
124. Malawi
125. Malaysia
126. Maldives
127. Mali
128. Malta
129. Marshall Islands
130. Martinique
131. Mauritania
132. Mauritius
133. Mayotte
134. Mexico
135. Micronesia
136. Moldova
137. Monaco
138. Mongolia
139. Montserrat
140. Morocco
141. Mozambique
142. Namibia
143. Nauru
144. Nepal
145. Netherlands
146. Netherlands Antilles
147. New Caledonia
148. New Zealand
149. Nicaragua
150. Niue
151. Norfolk Island
152. Northern Mariana Islands
153. Norway
154. Oman
155. Pakistan
156. Palau
157. Panama
158. Papua New Guinea
159. Paraguay
160. Peru
161. Philippines
162. Pitcairn Islands
163. Poland
164. Portugal
165. Puerto Rico
166. Qatar
167. Reunion
168. Romania
169. Russia
170. Saint Helena
171. Saint Kitts and Nevis
172. Saint Lucia
173. Saint Pierre and Miquelon
174. Saint Vincent and the Grenadines
175. Samoa
176. San Marino
177. Sao Tome and Principe
178. Saudi Arabia
179. Senegal
180. Serbia and Montenegro
181. Seychelles
182. Singapore
183. Slovakia
184. Slovenia
185. Solomon Islands
186. Somalia
187. South Africa
188. South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands
189. Spain
190. Spratly Islands
191. Sri Lanka
192. Sweden
193. Switzerland
194. Syria
195. Taiwan
196. Tajikistan
197. Tanzania
198. Thailand
199. Timor-Leste
200. Togo
201. Tokelau
202. Tonga
203. Trinidad and Tobago
204. Tunisia
205. Turkey
206. Turkmenistan
207.
Turks and Caicos Islands
208. Tuvalu
209. Ukraine
210. United Arab Emirates
211. United Kingdom
212. Uruguay
213. Uzbekistan
214. Vanuatu
215. Venezuela
216. Vietnam
217. Virgin Islands
218. Wake Island
219. Wallis and Futuna
220. Yemen
“There are 257 countries in the world, and I’d just like to visit 220 of them,” Derek says and then looks inquisitively at me.
I try to form a reply, as I am still looking down at the electronic notepad my eyes skimming the list over and over again, “I don’t know what to say.” I peer up at him. “This came out of nowhere, I had no idea you were interested in traveling for so long. I just thought that after we got married we would continue our life here in New York and…I don’t know…maybe start a family?” I managed to ask.
“Of course, darling, there’s plenty of time for that,” Derek says quickly. “It’s only for a few years, I was thinking of spending about one or two months in each place on that list.”
I can’t believe he is bringing this up now. It just came out of nowhere and right before the wedding! I manage to form another question. “Just for a few years and then you’d like to settle down?”
Derek smiles at me and says, “Yes darling, that’s all, and then we can settle down if you like.”
CHAPTER THREE
I wake up at 8:15 a.m. on Saturday. I meet Tanya and Yula for breakfast at Sarabeth’s. They are already waiting for me. We kiss and hug, sit down, order, and after the waiter has left.
“Derek doesn’t want to have kids! Well…at least not right now,” I blurt out. I drop my head, and let a few tears run down my face. “He wants to travel the world full-time for a few years.”
“Aww honey...don’t worry about it,” says Tanya in a soft, comforting tone. “My husband doesn’t want to have kids right now either. He’s very busy with work. And wealthy men, that’s what they do, they like to travel.”
I look up at Tanya and back down at my hands neatly folded on my lap.
“I’m pregnant,” blurts out Yula.
“What? OMG. Really?” squeals Tanya. “And when did you plan on telling us? When did you find out? How many months are you?” Tanya asks excitedly. Tanya completely forgets about my malediction.
My heart sinks, and I get a large, painful lump in my throat. I excuse myself and scurry away into the lady’s room. I quickly grab some napkins and begin wiping away my now streaming tears. Thought after thought comes flooding through my mind. I thought Derek and I were going to settle down and have children…My family and friends are here in New York…It’s like he just wants to uproot me and take me around the world…I don’t want to travel…I don’t want to go…Is Derek having a mid-life crisis?
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