And he hardened inside me all over again.
“You’re my woman,” he whispered. “And my woman deserves something no other woman can ever have.”
5
Conway
My driver placed the suitcases in the trunk and hung Muse’s dresses in the back seat. We were being taken to the Milan airport where my plane was waiting for us. It was gassed up and ready to take us across the Atlantic to New York.
I didn’t fly commercial—not even first class.
If I was ever out in public for too long, people asked for autographs and pictures. I didn’t want to sound ungrateful, but where there was one person, a herd soon followed afterward. Then I was swarmed by people like a famous actor, and I wasn’t in this business for sidewalk fame.
Muse and I sat in the back seat while my driver took us to the airport. Muse was in jeans and a t-shirt, a type of outfit she hadn’t worn since the first time I’d met her. Now she wore my designer clothes because she only deserved the best. But since we were going to be on a nine-hour flight, she wanted to be comfortable.
Little did she know, she wouldn’t be wearing anything on the flight.
We spent the drive in silence since my driver was in the front of the SUV. As time passed, I became even more possessive of my muse, of the inspiration for my creative design. She wasn’t just my intellectual property, but the pussy I buried myself in every night. I didn’t want another man to even hear the sound of her voice.
I wasn’t sure how it had gotten this bad.
Muse looked at her phone for a few minutes before she set it aside and looked out the window.
Since she wasn’t looking, I turned my gaze to her and watched her. I studied the way she watched the fields as they passed. Her thick eyelashes moved when she blinked, and her eyes reflected the golden sunlight that pierced through the tinted windows. Her legs were crossed, and her curled hair was pulled over one shoulder. Even dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt, she was still the sexiest woman I’d ever had.
My hand moved to her thigh.
She glanced at my fingers before she turned her gaze on me. Then she gave me a smile, the kind of smile that reached her eyes and made them light up a little brighter. Maybe it was the golden sunlight or the backdrop behind her, but in that moment, she looked more beautiful than she did in any of my lingerie. She looked more beautiful than when she was buck naked on my bed.
Because none of that mattered.
She had her own special beauty, the kind no one else could compete with.
She turned away and looked out the window again.
But my gaze was focused on her completely. I wanted to stare at her like that forever—whether she was looking at me or not.
The car pulled onto the runway beside the large private jet that was waiting for me. The stairway was down, ready to take us onboard once we hopped out of the car. Muse looked at the large plane that could accommodate hundreds of people, her mouth open. “This is yours?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously? You own a plane this big?”
I loved it when she was impressed with me. It was superficial, and for a man as secure as I, it was a stupid thing to care about.
But I wanted to impress this woman every chance I got. “Yes.”
“I’ve never been on a private plane before.”
“I think you’ll like it. There’s a bed, a few showers, and a dining room.”
Her eyes were filled with more excitement than I’d ever seen. “This is so amazing.” She opened the door and got out just as the man opened the back and grabbed our bags to be carried onto the plane.
My phone rang. If my father’s name weren’t on the screen, I would have ignored it. “Father, how are you?”
“Good. Just wanted to see when you were leaving.”
“I’m actually about to board the plane.”
“Oh, I see. I wanted to wish you good luck. I’m sure your show will be great, but nonetheless, hope it goes well.”
“Thanks. I think everyone will be impressed by the new line.” Especially when the sexiest woman in the world had inspired every single design. All the other models despised Muse, but that was because they were jealous—jealous that they would never be as beautiful.
“Your mother told me she had a nice time with Sapphire. Seems to really like her.”
“Yes, all of you have told me that you love the woman…” I was glad they liked her, but they shouldn’t get too attached. I couldn’t picture my life without Muse, but I knew this wouldn’t last forever. At least, it wouldn’t end in marriage and a family.
He chuckled. “I guess we’re relieved that the one woman you want is good for you. I worry about your sister a lot, for obvious reasons. But I worry about you too, son. I want a woman who’s perfect for you. And Sapphire seems perfect.”