“Where are you going? I thought you said we’d be spending the entire duration of the flight in between the sheets?” she stiffly asked, somewhat pleading. “Come backtobed…”
Grudgingly, I mustered a faint smile before directing my eyes towards where she nakedly sat amongst the wrinkled sheets, a chaotic bath of feathered pillows scattered about the bed. Her disheveled hair and red swollen lips begged for me to cometoher…
“I have to work for an hour or two…Go nap. I’ll be back before you know it.” But how could I when we were on a different wavelength yet again? We never seemed to see eye to eye. The moment I stopped running, she was preparingtodash.
Bloody hell. There was no point in any of this, so before I got even more invested with her, I might as wellhaltit.
My mind was in deep turmoil, yet I still managed to be consumed with work while the back of my mind kept reminding me to stop thinking about her. Yesterday, I was toying with the idea of continuing our affair, but it was unlikely now. The moment we landed, two limos would be waiting for us, one taking the other to a different direction. This wouldn’t have been a hardship had I not reveled in her body for the past four days. But I had. I had taken a bite from the forbidden fruit, and I was irreparably consumed by her body, mind, and soul. Nor did it help that last night, before we fell asleep, she murmured how much she loved me, but she was experiencing the heady, glowing aftermath of our lovemaking, so it didn’tcount.
Nevertheless, I had to respect her decision, no matter how much I detested the idea of her being free to marryanotherman.
FUCK.
My gut churned as I breathed through my nostrils. My chest felt affronted by the quick influx of air bathing my lungs. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shut my eyes, reprimanding myself to get ittogether.
Waiting a few minutes, the second my lids peeled open, my thoughts shutdown, solely focusing on the gargantuan work before me. Instincts took over. Just like riding a bicycle, my mind homed in, speedily zooming in on work and nothing else. My unbreakable concentration lasted for several hours, up until they served us dinner, and the crux of my misery sauntered out of the bedroom with merely one of those wretched silk robes on that I was starting to despise with a passion. That blasted robe had played its bloody role well, too. It had bloody teased me, and I had lost count of how many times I’d slipped it off her body before fucking her on the nearest flatsurface.
“Are you not going to join me?” she daringly sat across from me, eyeing me patiently as I relentlessly continuedworking.
Without glancing at her, I shook my head. “I’m nothungry.”
“All right.” She let out a melancholy sigh as she lifted a glass toherlips.
I had an inkling she might try to distract me, but even though her plan was working, I would carry on with the pretense that her presence wasn’t destabilizing my focus. So, she quietly ate for God knows how long—it felt like forever, but it was roughly about halfanhour.
As she thanked the stewardess, I waited with bated breath for her to retreat back into the bedroom. She hesitantly stood up, frowning at me, and just when she was about to walk away, she halted again before her hand found its way to the laptop then brazenly tilted the screen, provoking me to no end. “We needtotalk.”
Blinking at her, I tried to remain calm and unperturbed. “Goon.”
“Not here.” She pleaded before her hand fully slammed the screen shut. Before I could manage to think, Gisele swiftly took hold of my hand, as if she needed some sort of connection to me. “So, can we talk in the bedroom, Jared, or are you going to make thisdifficult,too?”
Merely nodding, I got up but made sure to slip my hand out of her grasp. She hatefully eyed my newly released hand but said nothing as she led the way back to the bedroom. The second the door shut behind me, her clawswereback.
“Are you kidding me, Jared? Why the heck are you treating me like shit again?” Gray eyes dangerously gleamed at me, edging back toinsanity.
Deadpan, I barely gazed at her. My mind was a vapid space of hate and regrets. I wasn’t a saint, nor did I claim to be, but I somewhat felt foolish, as if she had misled me when she had uttered all those words of promises, of love and affection the past few days. But I should’ve known better. This was Gisele, after all. Lying was her forte. How did I manage to delude myself into believing she’d changed? Again, it was my fault for succumbing to hercharms.
“You’ve got what you wanted. What else do you want from me,Gisele?”
She looked affronted. “It’s what we agreed upon. But before I broached the subject of divorce, you couldn’t get enough of me. How can that wonderful man turn into this unfeeling asshole in a span of minutes? Oh, wait. You don’t like to be reminded of your end of the bargain. But whatever. I thought we were better than this. What you and I shared this weekend, I believed we were closer than before…but you’ve ignored me for the past four hours, and you can’t even bear to lookatme.”
I indignantly huffed, glaring at her incredulously. “I wasn’t aware I have to cater to your every whim. Like I said, I promised to give you what you wanted. The better you performed, the better the outcome,and you did.You took it to heart, and you rode my cock from dusk till dawn.So, job well done, you!Or do you need a pat forthat,too?”
“You callous bastard!”she launched herself at me, slapping both of my cheeks before I restrained herwrists.
An immediate feeling of déjà vu swept all over me. We did this very same thing on our flight to Japan. But this time, instead of only being consumed with rage and lust, hurt had sprouted its way in, making me even more hot-tempered.Unpredictable.
“You just love striking and hurting me,don’tyou?”
“Hurt you?” she scoffed with utter disbelief. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Hurtyou!” A dark maniacal laugh roared out of her as she tried to wiggle free of my grasp. When I didn’t budge, she made use of her knees, damningly trying to kick me in thegroin.
“Gisele!” I thundered out as I shoved her hard against the wall,stoppingher.
“Take your hands off me, you brute!” shefumed.
I’m a brute? Well, that was a novelty. “I will as long as you promise to stopstrikingme!”
Her gray eyes darkened as she hardened her gaze, distinctly livid. “Fine. I promise I won’t. Now, for God’s sake, letmego!”