I had four weeks to come clean. I could wait a few more days.
Chapter 4
Hugo
Ava.
That was the name of my mysterious enchantress.
I hadn’t planned on a one-night stand, that was not my type. I was too rich and too important to indulge in something that trivial—something that could have so many consequences, including clingy stalkers and fake lawsuits to gain both money and a few minutes of popularity within the pages of the tabloids you’d find in the corner shop.
No. Whilst not being married, I had affairs; relationships with expirations dates. I was not a monster though; these women knew very well what they were getting into when they signed up for it. They were largely rewarded with presents and good sex and they all let me go when the time was up, even if they tried their hardest to be the one who stayed—the one who would make me change my ways.
But then I walked into that bar. I just needed to get out of the hotel and be away from the eager board members that were staying there too.
I’d planned for one drink, maybe two, and an early night. My private jet had been ready to take me home in the early morning light, but then I sawher.
She was just there, standing among her overly excited friends, pensive, even from a distance.
She was beyond gorgeous, an exotic beauty with long, wavy hair so black that it felt like staring into the universe during a starless night.
I just stared at her, watching her interactions with her friends. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her tanned skin that was wrapped in a tight red dress that showed all her soft curves. She had not belonged there, with these spineless apes who would not know what to do with such a goddess.
When she turned toward me, her light-green soulful eyes connected with mine and my fucking heart skipped a beat. She was even more enticing than I expected, with her full, plump lips painted red. I’d wanted nothing more than to kiss her small pout away. My dick twitched at the curiosity in her eyes as she had approached me with uncertainty, reminding me that he was there too and needed her attention as well. I could see it too as I imagined her red lips wrapped around my cock.
When she stepped toward me, her euphonious voice put me under a lust spell I'd never experienced before. I wanted her, just for one night, and I would have given my empire right at that moment to feel her lips around me and to bury my cock so deep inside her she’d be branded for weeks.
I hardly believed it when she accepted to follow me to the hotel and that night had been everything I could have dreamed of. She was so sexy and sensual, so responsive to my touch, and what she had seemed to lack in practice she’d largely made up for in enthusiasm.
I’d woken up disappointed to find the bed empty, as if she had been nothing more than a figment of my imagination and I almost believed that she had been. Nothing could feel so good, nothingshouldfeel so good because this type of pleasure could become addictive.
I growled in frustration as I put my hand in my pocket and ran my finger over the soft silk and lace of her thong—it was the only proof that she’d been real.
I’d delayed my departure like a fool, hoping to go back to the club and see her again, or at least one of her friends. I had needed to be inside her just once more, just to stop this itch, this craving for her.
I’d decided to show my face at my father’s birthday, just to occupy a bit of my time and remind my step-mother and half-brother what I looked like, but then my father started to speak about business, expansion… I half-listened to him while glancing at my watch, waiting for 10 pm and eager to leave.
And then we went back to the room, and as the people parted for my father, I saw what could only be a mirage. I was elated for a few seconds until I noticed my brother’s arm wrapped around her waist and she was introduced as his fiancée… his fucking fiancée!
Her.
It had to beher. Of all the women in the world my little brother could be engaged to, whyher?
If she had been anyone else’s, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it and I would have taken her away to be mine again.
Her being a cheat wasn’t a problem. I didn’t care, that’s how much I wanted her again. But it was just that she would be cheating on mybrotherand that, no matter how messed up our relationship was, was a line I wouldn’t cross. It made me hatehim, hateher,and even myself.
And I had almost crossed that fucking line when I was in the toilet and taunted her to suck my dick. Part of me wished for her to get on her knees and I was sure that even knowing what I knew, even knowing she belonged to my brother, I would have indulged in feeling her mouth on me again.
“Sir?”
“What?” I barked, making the flight attendant jerk back in surprise.
“The pilot finally obtained clearance to take off. Please fasten your seatbelt.”
I grunted and did as I was told before looking out the window to the lit-up tarmac.
I knew I had no business being pissy, especially with the shit I just pulled.