“It’s not funny, Olive. You need to tell a man before you let him fuck you for the first time.”
I start laughing so hard that I snort. “You didn’t let me finish,” I say between laughs.
Sean narrows his eyes. “Of course I let you finish. You came twice if I recall. It’s not my fault you don’t know what an orgasm is yet.”
I laugh even harder. I finally get up from the bed and
shake off the laughs as I put my hand on his hard chest. “It was the first time that a man made me orgasm while having sex. Not my first time having sex. I must just be starting my period or something.”
I walk past him and into the bathroom, enjoying having the upper hand for once. My jaw falls open again though when I see that the size of his bathroom is larger than my entire apartment. And the shower is big enough to comfortably hold half a dozen people at least.
I feel Sean behind me.
“You know, it’s not nice to test people.”
I grin as I turn and face him. “I’m just learning from the best,” I say with a wink.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
I grin even wider. “Good. Because I think I like your punishments.”
9
Sean
I’m running away. I don’t ever run away from anything, but I’m running away from Olive.
I didn’t expect one night with her to affect me so much, but it did. She is so different from any woman I’ve ever dated before.
I enjoyed fucking her more than I’d thought I would. I know that she is inexperienced, and inexperienced women aren’t usually my type, but, man, did I love breaking her, showing her what sex could be like with a real man.
But she can’t get attached. I don’t date women, and I sure as hell don’t fuck the same woman more than once. Because that leads them to thinking that I’m willing to date them, and I’m not. The only woman I’ve ever considered dating again is Jamie. She’s the only person I’ve ever really cared about. I’m not going to let another woman cause me any pain if they don’t even compare to Jamie. I’m not going to put myself in that kind of pain ever again.
I’ve never met a woman who can compare to Jamie, but Olive and Jamie are so different that it would be hard to compare the two anyway. Jamie is confident, determined. She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. Olive is a sweet, clumsy mass with very little confidence. But I’m also discovering how beautiful she really is, how strong, how sassy she is when she wants to be. And there’s just something about Olive that I can’t quite understand. She has this quality, and I don’t know if I love her or hate her. She just gets under my skin in a way that no woman, even Jamie, ever has before.
I look out the window as the private jet takes off from Chicago. I never pay for private jets. They are a waste of my money since I usually just fall asleep on the plane the second that it takes off anyway. I’d rather spend my money on other things—cars, condos, expensive wine and food. But, today, I just need a plane with no one else on it. One that will take me wherever I want, mainly away from Chicago and Olive.
I need to put some space between me and her now because nothing else is going to happen between us. We had our one night of fun, and now, it’s back to business. And I need Olive to know that because, if she fucks up one time, she’s gone. I’m not giving her any special treatment just because I like fucking her.
The copilot comes back toward me after we’ve taken off. “Mr. Burrows, it’s a ten-hour flight to San Paolo. Are you sure you’re only going to need three hours after we arrive before wanting to return, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, sir. We will have the plane ready to turn around three hours after we land,” the copilot says, closely studying me before heading back to the cockpit.
He knows better than to question why we’re flying all this way to a place that I don’t even have any business ties to. He doesn’t understand, that’s the point. This weekend isn’t about business or women. This weekend is about getting away and making me forget about Olive even if that means wasting money and spending most of my time in the air, drinking and sleeping.
I lean my chair back and close my eyes, trying to sleep—something that I didn’t get any of last night because I spent all my time fucking Olive or watching her as she slept, trying my best to understand her. But, the more I tried to understand her, the more intrigued I became with her.
I try to sleep and think of something else, anything other than Olive, but my brain automatically goes to her. It’s eight o’clock. She’s probably just waking up and finding the note I left her. She’s probably mad, cursing my name because I left her all alone after I fucked her. I hate that I’m hurting her, but it’s better to hurt her now than a year from now, like Owen did.
And, for once, I need to look out for myself. That’s what I’ve learned after all these years. No one else is going to look out for me, so I have to. And I always put me first. And, right now, what I need is to just be gone.
10
Olive
Sean’s gone.