“Look, Case, I am only in the UK for another week or so. I would like to spend more time with you outside of working environments.”
“I can finish work earlier on an evening and we can go out for a meal?” I offer.
“No, not like that, I want to see more of the UK. Why don’t we spend time away from all of this, say London?”
Although the idea was crazy, I hadn’t had time away from work in so long. Maybe it would be a good idea to let my hair down and have some fun. I don’t know why but I agreed to visit the capital with him.
Matt places a soft kiss on my temple before getting out of bed to get his phone; he turns it on and after scrolling through messages he contacts his assistants back at the hotel – he requests them to book a hotel and to arrange transport for tomorrow morning. I offer to drive but he just shakes his head and continues with his conversation. I sit watching him pace the length of my bedroom whilst having the conversation.
He speaks confidently with such authority and power that he actually starts to come across as quite arrogant and then I remember who he actually is – he is the CEO of over 70 businesses and before long, he will be a partner in my company.
He stops in front of the full body mirror and pushes his hair out of his face with his free hand before continuing with his conversation, I see his eyes search for me in the mirror and we look straight at each other and my heart stops still for a few seconds before he begins pacing again.
I take this opportunity to check my phone – I reach to get it from the bedside table and switch it on. There are five missed calls – two off Hannah from last night and three off an unknown number at early hours of this morning. I check my text messages to find the following off Hannah:
I can’t believe U took him home. Enjoy ;-)
So how did it go last night…? Was he good? Let me know when he has gone back to the hotel and I’ll come over x
You’re still fucking aren’t you? You rabbit. X
Ring me when you can x
I laugh out loud and shake my head once I finish reading her texts; I click on her name and press call.
“About time as well, what time is it? Tea time?!” Hannah puts on her annoyed voice. I try to hold in my laugh. I can picture her with her hand on her hip and her brow furrowed.
“Sorry mother, I’ve been busy.” I shoot her this line simply to see what her reaction would be.
“I knew it! You fucked him didn’t you?! What was he like, is he big? I’m coming over right now, get the kettle on, in fact no, put some champagne in the chiller.” I try to get a word in but I can’t – she doesn’t stop for air.
“Calm down Hannah!” I laugh. “Look – I’m busy; I was just calling to see if you can cancel my meetings for the next couple of days, I’m going to be away from the office.”
“He’s still there isn’t he?” She asks in disbelief – I can imagine her face now. Eyes wide, mouth gaping.
“Yes-I’m going to London with him for a couple of days, can you hold the fort please?” I say matter-of-factly.
Sensing the change in my tone, she pulls herself round, “Of course I will, Case, you know that” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” And with that we end the call.
Is there anything she wouldn’t do?
Chapter Eight
Casey
The first day spent in London has been so much fun, it really was nice to let my hair down and enjoy some time off with Matt. We didn’t really get bothered too much; just the odd photo request. I think we would have been stopped a lot more if we were in America, Matthew Jackson isn’t a big name over here just yet but given time I have no doubt it will be.
Matt planned the day for us, first we went on the London Eye, he paid extra for us to have a private capsule, and this was a perfect opportunity for us to chat and get to know each other more by continuing our game of ‘ten questions’ which seemed to turn into ‘twenty questions’.
Next he arranged a car to take us to London Zoo. We had so much fun strolling around hand in hand. We stayed back to watch the bird show, tigers live, and penguin beach live, we also watched a spider talk show – I don’t know if Matt noticed but my eyes were closed for the majority of that.
The extras he added on must of cost a small fortune – I offered to pay my way but he declined each time.
The majority of the ride back to the Corinthia hotel is silent. Matt is sat looking intently at his phone before he starts typing furiously. He looks annoyed, what with I’m not sure but I decide to give him some time, when he is ready to speak he will.
I look out the window and take in all the sites; I should really come to London more often. Especially to shop, I type a quick text to Han –
Hope everything is well there, had a brill day today, will update you when we’re back x
Within a few minutes there is a reply waiting.
Glad U are having fun, everything is going smoothly here; see if Mr. Lover has a friend for me, maybe we could double date. Ha ha. TC x
I put my phone back into my bag and stretch my legs out in front of me. It’s the first time in a long while I have been able to wear jeans and UGG boots – normally I wear business attire so it is nice to wear something casual for a change.
Back in the Royal Penthouse Suite I walk to the table and put my bag down on one of the chairs and turn to look at Matt, he hasn't spoken to me since we set off from the Zoo over half an hour ago.
"Sorry Case, I'll be back with you soon, I've got a few things I have to take care of." He kisses me on the cheek and makes his way up the stairs to the second story of the suite, once upstairs I hear a door slam shut, the bang startling me.
~~~~~
Matt
What a shitty fucking ending to the perfect day.
I scroll through my contacts to find my brother James, and dial. The first attempt goes straight to voicemail.
"Answer the fucking phone God Dammit!"
On the third attempt he finally answers.
"Hey Matt, what's up?" I look at my watch and realize that it's 6pm here so it will be around 10am in Cali. The lazy bastard has probably just got out of bed.
"Fucking Jess has been ringing Kate to check up on me!" I fume.
"She tried calling me yesterday but I avoided her calls." James sighs. "Then she tried grilling Grace and all she told her was that you’re in the UK working on a big deal."
"I've had nonstop texts and emails from her, she won't fucking leave me alone!" I stop myself from picking up the chair in front of the dressing table to throw it. Instead I sit down on the end of the bed and put my head in my hand and rub my forehead. Think Matt think. "She's insisting the child is mine." I blow.
"I've heard. She's told everyone. Grace asked her to take a DNA test to prove it and save all the drama but she wasn't prepared to do so. Honestly Matt, do you think the baby’s yours?" Concern in his voice.
"I honestly don't know, James." I exhale the breath I didn't realize I was holding. "She told me she was on a contraceptive injection."
"She could have tricked you, you know what women like her are like. They try anything and everything to get a sparkly ring; maybe she thought she could trap you with a baby."
"Fucking slut." Is all I can manage.
"We will sort it when you get home; we have a good team of people around us." He keeps his voice cool. "How is the deal going? I've had regular updates from the team but I haven't heard much from you."
Oh shit. I hope they haven't mentioned anything about me and Case spending a few days together.
"Things are going well; we've spent the past few days going over figures and the agreements." I have been going over figures, but not the type he is thinking of.
"That's good. Look I've got to go. I have a meeting with Derek in five. See you in a couple days."
And the line goes dead.
The next person I call is Kate. She answers straight away.
"Hi Matt, How are
you?"
"Fine, look, if anybody calls, whether it is James or Jess, anyone, do not tell them where I am. Is that clear?"
"Yes, of course, Ma-"
I cut her off "Good. See you soon." I end the call.
I throw my cell to the floor and put my head in my hands.
What if the child is mine? I always said I never wanted children. I'm not worthy to be a father and I certainly am not ready.
I should of known what she was like when I first started fucking with her a few years back..
~~~~~
Casey
I don’t know how much longer Matt will be but I’m not sitting around like a fool waiting for him, I make my way up the spiral staircase to the luxury bathroom. I notice the closed door of the master bedroom and walk past.
Once inside the bathroom I close the door, but don’t lock it and start to fill the tub. I look to the toiletry shelf and pick up the bottle of luxury relaxation bubble bath and pour half of it in before sliding my jeans off.
Just as I pull my shirt off over my head I hear the bathroom door open. I turn to face an agitated looking Matt. His eyes travel down my body and back up to my tits which sit nicely in a red bra.
I watch him as he starts towards me and he stops when his face is inches away from mine.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He doesn’t reply. Instead he moves forward and kisses me. He doesn’t kiss me like how he has previously. This time it’s soft, his tongue slipping into my mouth to tangle with mine. He tastes delicious, he is addictive.
He palms my ass and I wrap my hands around his neck, our lips never losing contact. He moves his hands up and starts to fumble with my bra clasp until he finally releases it, he steps back and pulls the bra off. I can feel him looking at me; hard.
I bring my arms back to him; to his shirt and with his help we lift it over his head. He watches my bare chest rise and fall, the corners of his mouth turn up to form a smile.
His strong arms lift me up, his mouth back on mine, this time our hunger evident as our tongues crash against each other, he carries me over to the counter and sets me down, our kiss unbroken, he pushes my thighs open and stands in between. I dig my nails into his back whilst his hands travel down and start to play with my nipples, stroking, pinching. I moan and start to undo his jean zipper. He steps back an inch and pushes his jeans and shorts down and kicks them off to the side.
His hard cock stands proudly and with one strong hand he rips my panties off of me, clean off. Gone.
He bends my legs so they rest on the counter, one hand resting on my leg whilst the other hand moves to rub my clit. His cock inches away from my pussy.
I can’t help but look down at the view, his cock against my bare pussy.
“Are you ready? I’m so turned on. It’s going to be rough.” He groans.
My eyes meet his lust filled eyes. “I’m ready.”
His hands grasp me tightly on my hips and plunges into me, deep and hard, my nails dig into his back as he picks up speed, my walls tightening around him, accommodating every inch of him.
I kiss his neck before moving up to nibble along his jaw line, his stubble tickling my lips as I do so. He groans.
He keeps moving, bringing his hand to my clit his breathing changes and suddenly he’s pressed against me. My pussy clenches around him as my orgasm hits me fast and hard. He drives into me, pulses and pushes, finding his release. He squirts inside of me.
Time passes, I don’t know how long, our breathing slows. I feel boneless.
He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers and with that he lifts me and carries me over to the tub, he steps in and sits down with me still in his arms. He sets me down beside him and wraps an arm around me; I rest my head on his shoulder.
We both lay there, in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts and I never want this night to end.
Chapter Nine
Casey
The next day we head into London City Centre, again walking hand in hand. People will probably assume that we are a couple from our body language and I really don’t mind.
We head to the shops and when we get to Victoria’s Secret Matt’s eyes light up. I laugh and squeeze his hand “Oh come on then.”
I pick up numerous items – matching bra and panty sets, thongs and a couple of new sports bras.
And then we get to the ‘racy lingerie’ section. Matt points out items he likes – three baby doll nighties, suspenders, crotch less panties... I don’t know where this new found confidence has come from, but everything he points out I throw into the basket.
We get to the checkout and the girls behind the counter can’t take their eyes off Matt, I feel like I am invisible. Even though he knows he has so many eyes on him he remains cool as a cucumber.
The assistant finally takes her eyes off him for one second to look at the screen, “That will be £429 please.” She flashes me a fake smile before turning her attention to Matt.
As I reach for my card in my purse Matt passes her his card.
“Matt, I can pay!” I argue but he ignores me and continues with the payment. The assistant passes him the four bags with my items in and we make our way out of the shop.
I grab his bicep to stop him once we are out. “Hey I can pay my way you know.”
He turns to face me with that gorgeous arrogant smile of his “Oh I know you can. But now you can’t say no when I ask you to model them for me later.”
“Asshole!” I laugh and he bends to kiss me on my forehead.
“By the way, I forgot to tell you, you look hot in jeans.”
“You too.” I wink and playfully slap his ass, “Come on Jackson, we’ve got more shopping to do.” I walk a few steps in front of him but I know he will have that sexy smile on his face.
A few more shops and purchases later we’re just about shopped out and ready for some food until I spot the Alexander McQueen shop across the road. I turn to look at Matt and as if he reads my mind he nods his head.
I could spend tens of thousands of pounds simply on Alexander McQueen dresses but I narrow it down to just two. A fitted midnight blue knee length dress and a white skater style dress. I study both of them but can’t choose one.
I hold both the dresses up to Matt.
“Which do you prefer?” I ask.
“I like both, just get them both.” He suggests.
“Pick one, Jackson!” I playfully grit my teeth.
“The fitted one, your curves would look so sexy in that.” He nods towards the blue dress.
~~~~~
That night Matt takes me to Helene Daroze’s two Michelin-starred restaurant at the Connaught in Mayfair for an intimate dinner.
I had never been there before but Matt told me he had heard about it and thought that it would be an experience to remember; he insisted since it was our last night in London that we make the most of it.
I wore my new Alexander McQueen dress and he wore a midnight blue suit, we looked like a real couple – colour coordinated outfits.
When the Limo pulls up outside The Connaught, the doorman in his top hat and tails opens our door, Matt gets out first then offers me his hand.
“Welcome to The Connaught Restaurant.” Says the doorman as he ushers us through the revolving door.
“Thank you.” We both reply at the same time, I giggle a little and Matt just grins at me.
The restaurant is not what I expected, I thought it would be one of those toffee-nosed joints all expensive and cold, but was quite surprised by the ambience. The big armchairs done in yellows and some in purple; and soft cushiony booth seats with small round tables for two with their spotless white tablecloths and shiny glasses, cutlery and oversized napkins in pretty silver rings. The walls were all wood panelling and had the feeling of being very old but also contemporary as was the feeling of the hotel.
After we are seated in a private little corner, the waiter explains how the restaurant works, we were asked to
choose ingredients then Helene (the Chef) would make us three courses that allowed each ingredient to shine.
Matt and I chose scallops as our starter with fish for mains and strawberries for dessert and tell the waiter that we trusted Helene to surprise us with the accompaniments to each dish.
While we wait for our starter to arrive the waiter offers us a glass of bubbly that would complement our first course and also fills our water glasses with chilled bottled water.
I reach out and take my glass of wine, have a sip and say, “Thank you for an amazing time. It’s been nice to get away, I’m just sad that we go back tomorrow.”
Matt holds his hand out across the table and I take it. “Me too, Case, me too.”
Our starter arrives and it is almost too beautiful to eat, the scallops are done to perfection inside a shell and garnished with seasonal vegetables and decorated with snow pea sprouts, parsley and baby beetroot leaves.
We are both quiet while enjoying the food and after the main course has arrived I think to myself I'm not only sad at the fact we go back to reality tomorrow, I'm sad that Matt goes back to America in a few days. I can't believe how attached I have gotten to him over the course of the past week. He has reminded me how to have fun and enjoy myself.
He's seen me in ways nobody has ever seen me before. I have bared myself to him.
After the waiter takes away our plates and before the dessert arrives, Matt takes my hand again across the table, he rubs his thumb over the back of it and asks, “Tell me what you are thinking Casey?”
I take a deep breath, “I’m going to miss you when you go back to America.”
“Don’t give yourself a chance to miss me, come with me, spend a couple of weeks over there – if anybody asks say it is a business trip.” He offers, hope in his eyes.
“I can’t just up and leave, I have a business to run, our business.” I point out.
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