Feeling him glide into her was excruciatingly pleasurable. Her entire body trembled at the sheer rupture of this coitus. Her body responded to Gael as she had never imagined. Zoe felt as though all her organs were on fire, her hair standing on end, and her heart about to explode.
Soon, an explosion burst forth in her epicenter. Her body convulsed as her dam broke. With her head thrown back into the pillow, she bit her lips, trying to contain her scream. Gushes of orgasmic juice rushed from her core.
She felt Gael’s body stiffen as he grunted. His face twisted, trying to contain his release. His cock swelled, filling her, as his release came. A deep guttural sound radiated from deep within him. He thrust his hips, plunging deeply inside her, holding himself rigid until his ejaculation subsided.
When he was done, he collapsed atop her, his breathing labored as hers was. Neither of them could move as they both wondered what the hell that was. Zoe knew that things would never be the same for her now. She was in deep, and as she had suspected, she was the mouse, and the darn cat had got her.
Chapter 16
It was Boxing Day when the storm lifted, and the roads were clear enough for them to travel. The airports reopened and flights scheduled. As things in the outside world began to get back to their usual routine, Zoe was confused as to what would now happen.
She wasn’t sure if what they shared was just because they were locked up together during the storm. Gael had been quiet, not saying much, and she wondered if perhaps she was regretting his action. She’d had a one night stand once, but never with a man whore like Gael.
Knowing the man, she was not expecting anything. While she packed, she contemplated her situation and counted it down to one experience … a very passionate, explosive experience.
Embarrassment flooded her as she recalled telling him that he was the last man she’d allow to take off her panties. On the plane, she’d said a lot of things that she now was having to retract.
“Gosh,” she moaned. “Gosh!”
When it was time to leave, she thought of calling a cab to take her home. After taking her luggage downstairs, she started dialing the number for the service when Gael came down with his bag.
“Let’s go,” he said, picking up her case.
“I’m calling a cab,” she replied with her pulse racing.
“Why? The car is perfectly fine.”
“Won’t it be inconvenient for you to drive all the way to Cleveland Hill and back?”
He frowned. “Who said anything about going to Cleveland Hill?”
“That’s where my apartment is. Remember, I told you?”
“I know,” he grunted.
“That’s where I’m going,” she said.
“Like hell you are. You’re coming back to Santa Cruz.”
“What?” she asked, her forehead creasing.
He leveled eyes with her. “You heard me. We have unfinished business,” his tone became sultry. “And I’m not only talking about the contract.”
“I’m not signing that contract,” she protested.
“Suit yourself, but that leaves you and me then,” he replied, walking off with the bags.
That’s how she ended up going back to Santa Cruz to Gael’s penthouse apartment where they spent the rest of the day and night wrapped up in each other’s arms.
By the following morning on December 28, she found herself signing his spoke-model contract. What else was she going to do? It was her job in the first place, but it was Gael that made her see reasoning.
“You’re going to be spending a lot of time here anyway, might as well work with me,” he’d murmured as they lay in bed together, her finger making circles on his chest.
“Who says I’m spending a lot of time here?”
“I’m not letting you live thousands of miles from me. We can get you an apartment close to me, so it’s easier for us to see each other. You’re mine now, Unicorn.”
She raised her head to search his face. “Does this mean we’re now dating?”
“What else would it be?”
Therefore, she signed the contract, just like that. They started dating just like that. He was true to his word and found her an apartment a few blocks away which she deemed unnecessary since they spent most of their time at the penthouse … having sex, dinner, sex, breakfast and sex again.
Florine was both elated and dismayed when she told her she’d signed the contract with Blue Atlantic Shipping. Of course, she had to tell her every detail of her encounter with Gael, except for the intimate parts. It was a conversation Zoe would not likely forget.
“So you’re telling me that you met the man at the airport, and you decided to sign the deal?” Florine asked.
“No, you weren’t listening. We had a few arguments, and then I got sick …”
“And you signed under duress. That’s illegal; can you prove it?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then explain it to me,” the woman’s stern voice replied into the phone.
“You won’t give me a chance!”
“Okay, I’ll shut up and let you talk, and don’t leave anything out, you hear?”
By the time she was done telling her about Gael, the woman was speechless. There was a long silence before Florine said, “He must be one hell of a gorgeous man.”
“Yes, he is,” she admitted, flushing from head to foot.
“Did you …?”
“Florine!”
“You did, didn’t you? How was it?”
“Oh my, the line is going bad. Florine, are you there … I can’t hear you … Florine?”
It was her usual trick to cut Florine’s call when the conversation got too tricky. Florine laughed as she hung up, but the phone rang a few seconds later. Reluctantly, she answered.
“You owe me,” Florine said as the line opened.
“For what?”
“Tony won’t be bothering you again,” she declared.
It was a welcome respite from having to deal with the bastard. She was also amazed that her boss knew about the tape all along. Luckily, it wasn’t worse than that. Most of the girls who got themselves into trouble with the agency were involved in more dangerous stuff like hard drugs and sex scandals.
The tape of her smoking the weed was bad if some clients saw it but was also easier to forget than if she did cocaine or was caught on tape having sex. Everyone knew the photos and memes of her head on a naked body were fake. It was still an embarrassment having to deal with. Maybe in time, people would move on from them, and she would forget the whole thing.
“Thanks, Mom.” She knew Florine liked when she called her that, even though she insisted that Zoe call her Florine. It felt good calling someone mom again.
“Just stay out of trouble,” Florine replied, and Zoe could hear the crack in her voice.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 17
December 24, 2016
“Stop stalking me,” she squeezed through pursed lips.
Gael ignored her and slid into the seat next to her. The flight was headed to New York where she promised to visit David and Marla for Christmas. She was at the window and him in the aisle about six rows from the back. He was supposed to be in business, not in the economy section.
“Why are you here anyway … don’t you have a jet to fly around in?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Then why are you flying commercial?”
“I like flying commercial,” he answered.
“Haven’t you told me numerous times how much you hate flying on public passenger flights?”
“I changed my mind; it’s kinda nice,” he declared.
“Do you have a meeting to attend in New York?”
“Nope.”
“I knew it; you’re following me,” she said. “I told you, I’m not signing the new contract.”
With his eyes still closed, he gave her a calm reply. “I know.”
“Then why are you following me? We broke up, remembe
r?”
His eyes shot open, and he turned his head, looking directly into her eyes. “Please enlighten me. Why did we break up?”
“We’ve been dating for a year now; you figure it out!” she snapped, turning away and placing a sleep pad over her eyes.
A tightness enveloped in her chest the more she thought about the past year. After their passion filled Christmas lovemaking, there was no turning back. Gael insisted that he didn’t need anyone else to be the spokesperson for his company, so she caved. The commercial deal Florine signed her for fell through as the client took another model because she could not make it in time.
Her relationship with Gael flourished, or so she thought until reality began to set in. What did she expect from him anyway? Ending things before it was too late was her decision. Her one-year contract and her relationship happened to have started and ended simultaneously.
Could she really call it a relationship? The sex was great; there was no doubt of that. But there was more. She liked the way he was always gentle with her, no matter what. She saw the way he was at the office, his domineering attitude. He wasn’t like that with her.
They had fun together, watching football, playing cards, and the best surprise of all was that he could cook. Her mind went back to their dinner dates in his apartment and what ensued.
Even having him beside her now was somewhat unnerving. Her nipples were taut against her bra and her lace panties damp from his heat penetrating her.
When she thought about the man, her entire body tingled, even in places she never knew existed. His hard pecs, washboard abs which she loved to run her hands across, his muscular thighs that rippled when he walked.
“Augh!” she groaned, trying to get the picture of their lovemaking out of her mind. She was now so horny thinking about him that she was tempted to reach her hand inside her pants and rub her clit.
“Are you going to answer me?” he asked, rudely interrupting her masturbatory thoughts. “I know you’re not sleeping.”
“Will you leave me alone if I tell you?”
“Okay, I will.”
She lifted the sleep pad and faced him. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized he was fully facing her way. It never ceased to amaze her how his eyes could hypnotize her as they were doing now. His deep blue gaze pulling her in that it took an enormous amount of mental strength to concentrate.
“I know we weren’t exclusive or anything, but …” she trailed off, her stomach churning, heart aching.
“But what?”
“You could have broken up with me first before seeing someone else,” she replied, her tone icy.
A long crease entered his forehead as he narrowed his eyes. “What?” even his voice sounded incredulous that she almost bought it.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. Now leave me alone as promised,” she replied.
Just about that moment, a flight attendant stopped by their seat. “Can I get you anything?” she asked, smiling down at him.
The woman’s blonde curls were swept up and pinned atop her head, with tiny tendrils brushing her nape. Her blazer front opened showing her full breasts printed in her sweater. The attendant’s attention was solely pinned to Gael as she inquired of him. Her scarlet lips stretched across her face in a wide smile.
He returned the woman’s smile while Zoe watched his reaction to her. All he did was to lean back on the seat and keep his eye on the attendant’s face. “Nothing for me, thank you.”
“Wait …” she raised her hand to ask for some water, but the woman walked away.
Several minutes later, the same attendant returned, batting her eyes at Gael and making small talk. Zoe closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Trying to tell herself that she didn’t care, she determined to block them from her thoughts and think about something else. However, when the woman left and returned a third time, she lost it.
“Get it over with already!” she barked.
Gael frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t give me that. I know you’re just dying to do it.”
“Do what, pray tell?”
“The thing you did last year, in the bathroom … on the plane.”
“Why would I screw her? I have no interest in her,” was his remark.
“Liar, I saw the way you smiled at her.”
Gael resolved within himself not to allow Zoe to rile him. He knew she would do anything to annoy him now that they were no longer together. What he couldn’t figure out was why she ended the relationship without explanation.
From what she told him a few minutes ago, she thought he cheated. How could she think such a thing? They spent most of their free time together at his penthouse. Other times they spent at her apartment when they were not working. The idea that she thought he was seeing someone else confused him.
He wanted to ask her a few questions, get a feel for what was swirling around in her mind, then that darn flight attendant interrupted, and the moment passed.
He was hoping that things would get resolved if he followed her to New York, but she was upset about that too. Had he known what was going on with her, he could have pacified her earlier. Now, he was left with the task of making her see that he had no interest in anyone else. He had a plan, and he hoped that it would work.
A movement beside him made him opened his eyes. Zoe was standing and trying to get out of the seat.
“Excuse me,” she said.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned.
She snickered. “Can’t a girl go to the bathroom without something being wrong?”
“Sure.”
Closing his eyes, he rested back his head. He’d expected her to go and quickly return, but after about eight minutes he decided to check on her. She was exiting the washroom when he walked up.
“What took you so long?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she tried to pass him, but his wide shoulders blocked her in the narrow passage. “Let me pass,” she hissed.
“What’s eating you?”
“Nothing,” her voice rose a few decibels. He detected some amount of venom in it.
“Let’s get this over with, now,” he replied, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the tiny cubicle.
“What are you doing?” she asked as the door snapped shut and he leaned his back against it. “Look, it’s what?” She looked at her tiny wristwatch and noted the time. “It’s 3:22. I’m tired. Let me go.”
He shook his head. “Not until we resolve this.”
“There’s nothing to resolve. You are free to date whomever you please.”
“Stop already, Zoe. You know damn well I haven’t been seeing anyone else,” he snapped.
“Don’t lie to me Gael; I know what I saw,” she replied in a brittle tone.
Her eyes became glossy as though she was fighting back tears. Biting down her bottom lip, she stared at a spot on the floor. His heart wrenched seeing her this way. Was she serious? Did she really think he was cheating on her?
Placing a finger under her chin, he willed her to look at him. “You believe this thing is true, don’t you?”
“Isn’t it? I saw you with my own eyes,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “I saw you, Gael.”
“What did you see?”
“The girl from accounts …”
“Ruby?” he asked before she finished her sentence.
“I saw you with her at the restaurant on Sutton Drive. You were very cozy together.”
“It’s not what you think,” he replied. “Did you see anything else?”
She connected her hazel eyes with his. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, it matters.”
“Gael, I’m not in the mood for your games.”
“I’m not dating Ruby or anyone else,” he insisted.
She pursed her lips and breathed deeply before replying, “Then tell me what you were doing with her at that restaurant.”
“I can’t tell you that.�
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“Then let me out. We have nothing to talk about.”
His disappointment at her mistrust made him withdraw a little. Maybe he should just let her be. He didn’t know what possessed him to follow her across states. But before he could let her go, he needed to get her out of his system.
Without notice, he pulled her into his arms and sealed their lips. She pushed hard against him, and he let her go. Her palm came up and landed hard, stinging his cheek. They stared at each other for minute or so before he closed the gap and crushed his lips to hers.
He found her tongue and wrapped his around it, but her teeth came down hard, making him pull away.
“You son of a bitch!” she spat.
“Okay,” he held up his hand. “I give in. Have it your way.”
As he turned to leave, her voice stopped him. “That’s it. You’re just going to leave like that?”
“You made it clear that we are over. What else do you want from me?” he asked, turning to face her.
“Nothing,” she declared, her tone quiet. “Absolutely nothing.”
Pushing him out of the way, she dragged the door open, and half ran to her seat. He took a few minutes to settle his mind before joining her while accepting the fact that things were over between them.
Chapter 18
Zoe remained silent as Gael drove carefully along the icy road that led to his father’s house. When they left California, she was under the impression that she was going to David and Marla alone. His father had informed her that he had turned down their the invitation to spend Christmas. Imagine her dismay when he told her where he was heading and offered her the ride.
She had no other choice but to go with him as it would have been childish to refuse a ride in this weather. As the vehicle rumbled along, she glanced his way a few times. His features were set in a hard line and his mood definitely turned dark.
Hardly had she seen him this way. It made her wonder if perhaps the breakup affected him more than she realized. He didn’t seem to have taken it seriously until the incident on the plane.
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