Chapter THREE

Chapter Three- I Need To Know Who This Man Is

"We will only be gone for a week, no need to pack up the whole house!" Dad's speech was much exaggerated as he shook his head, unimpressed by my heaps of luggage.

"A man would never understand," I told him, my breathing a bit labored from fighting with my stacks of clothes, but I had to hammer down the clothes with my fists and sit on the suitcase to finally get it to close because dad would not have allowed me to take out another suitcase from my closet, "wow that was a workout! No don't look at me like that, men have it so easy, you have no idea, talk to me once you are a woman."

"More like talk to me never." Dad chuckled humorously, but not at my words, because one of my nails snapped in half while I was attempting to lift the hefty suitcase from a resting position. I should have used the handle, how stupid of me!

"What did I tell you about those witch claws of yours?"

"Ouch!" I cried out and proceeded to slap him on the arm for finding my pain and loss risible. "This is not funny dad! I just got them done hours ago and now they are ruined and they costed me a whole six hundred and eighty."

"Six hundred and eighty for longer nails, thousands on weaves or wigs or whatever you call them, yet you have your mother's luscious, rich, thick, long hair- I will never understand you girls." Dad shook his head again as I adjusted my wig on the mannequin head- yes, I inherited mom's long, slightly wavy, thick, light brown hair, but I am not leaving without these, I have to look my best in every moment for the rest of the week.

"My point exactly and FYI dad, some men still wear wigs, what do you think a toupee is? I know your friend Gert from down the road wears one." I gave him a smug smirk, he looked like he had ran out of retorts and dad rarely shies away from clapping back, that's why we have such fierce arguments sometimes that stem from a heated debate. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, his phone rang and he withdrew it from his jeans back pocket.

"We will be leaving in ten minutes, not a second after, hun." He told me before answering his phone and turning to leave and I stuck out my tongue at him and mouthed that little announcement he had made mockingly. I packed up the remaining stuff I had scattered on my bed into a small travel bag and just after I tossed the cosmetic bag inside it, my ring tone blasted, alarming me.

I was thinking it was Becka calling to remind me to have fun because I do not aspire to be a nun so I might as well live the life of a sinner- but it was my lovely boyfriend calling instead. I was still pissed at him for returning my spotless, new car with scratches on the front bumper after I had borrowed it to him to pick his brother up from the airport.

"Hello." I said it in a manner to repel him and warn him from offering any utterances.

"Oh come on, sugar plum, don't tell me you are still mad about the car, I got it fixed, it is as good as new, you saw it. Do not do this to me, baby, you're already leaving me for a whole week and I feel like it's been forever since I last saw you, since I last touched you and fucking hell, I miss you like crazy, I just want to see you." There was a slight rasp in his voice, it was strained, a bit throaty and low tuned and his breathing was slow and very audible- that could only mean one thing- he was horny and stroking his meat.

"Do not forget whose fault it is that we cannot meet." I reminded him and rolled my eyes as he exhaled deeply and expelled those sounds he always makes that sound like a banger sizzling on the grill.

"I know, baby, I fucked up, I just need you right now. Open my texts-"

"Gage-"

"Just do it baby, come on, I want you to have a little present for the road."

"Oh I wonder what it is…" I was obviously being sarcastic, It was exactly what I was expecting and already have in abundance- a picture of his "rock hard, raging, weapon of mass destruction and toe- curling pleasure" as he calls it. It is better than the "devirginator", what he used to call his willy for months after we first had sex. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking allowing this idiot to take my virginity. And sometimes I am grateful he was my first, because he tried his hardest to make the moment special and unforgettable for me.

"Gage I have to go-" He interjected before I could even finish my sentence.

"You are not even going to comment? You know this is for you. All of this is yours, sugar plum." A string of low groans erupted from him and the banger sizzled even more.

I rolled my eyes and suppressed the urge to yawn. "Yes, it is lovely, now just cum and end the fucking call, those sounds are really beginning to annoy me."

"It is not going to happen now, especially not in the presence of that awful attitude of yours. Maybe if you put it more nicely and tell me how badly you want me to cum all over your pretty face, I will."

Gage is very assiduous, very persistent and patient in his art of persuasion, and I knew that he was going to insist and coax me until I give in, because that is what always happens.

"Nope, not happening, bye-" I lowered the phone from my ear, but before I ended the call, I heard him say,

"Bye baby, just know that I will be thinking about you and missing you very much. I will be right here when you come back, still waiting for you. Okay, just call me as soon as you get there so I know you made it safely. I just wanted to hear your voice, it is fucking torture not being able to  see you. You are going to have to make it up to me, I will make sure of-"

And that's when I hung up.

Despite what Becka said, I am Gage's girlfriend in every geographical location and I am going to try to have as much fun as possible without cheating on my boyfriend. That poor sucker, he really loves me.

Dad gave me the two minute warning after carrying my luggage to the car and I locked my room and used the remaining time to email Greta the care routine list for my plants, but knowing her, she might douse them with weed killer and say she thought it was water. She's just that evil.

"Are you sure she is not going to invite her friends over and throw a huge party?" I asked dad right after he buckled his seat belt and started the car.

"That's something you would do, unlike you, Greta is not a kid, she can be responsible." He teased and I shot him a glower.

"I hate her." I expressed with a sneer, texting Becka as dad drove into the surprisingly quiescent,  calm night. 

"Well tough luck, as long as you don't change your ways, then she is here to stay. You lied to me." He articulated with an accusatory tone.

"About what dad?"

"You are still with that good for nothing Gage kid, you didn't break up with him, you were talking to him on the phone before we left." Dad voice was laced with anger and strong, unwavering contempt for Gage.

"I'm sorry for lying to you dad, it's just hard to let him go, but I promise you I will break- up with him as soon as we get back, it will be the first thing I do."

I am so grateful my dad and I have such a great relationship, I can't imagine my life without him, I don't know what I would do if I lost him. This trip is somewhat a blessing, I get to be there for dad on the anniversary of mom's death for the very first time. Every year at around the time of the anniversary, he has always been away on business and I think he deliberately distances himself from me because he does not want me to see him distraught and dejected or something.

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We arrived at the airport and boarded a small commercial plane which was very comfortable and great in a sense that it did not carry many people. Crowds suffocate me. We landed in Mitchen Lorne, a small city in The Republic Of Szchezar after some ten hours. Dad had explained to me on the plane that we had to make a stop here because they have to collect some equipment, then the rest of the journey will be covered in one of Mr Blackwood's private jets. We settled at a small hotel to freshen up and unfortunately I found myself sitting in the lobby with some of Dad's colleagues and had to get acquainted with them.

I will admit, they were nowhere near as horrendous as I had imagined them to be. At least the six I was introduced to were all cool, average looking adults, their fashion sense wasn't all that terrible.

I actually enjoyed Ceska's company, she was Mr Blackwood's secretary and PR manager and her youthful vivacity placed her in the mid to late twenties. We were having a pretty nice conversation about our dislike of the school system, when dad called to inform me that they were almost done. When my attention returned to her, Ceska was putting down a magazine with an absolute hottie on its cover. I tried to get a good look at the hulking model in a charcoal grey suit, but I could only see up to his torso because Ceska had put her wallet over the other half of the magazine.

"Yum." I purred to myself.

The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties and he looked unreal, but I was especially enamoured by his demeanour. He looked like one cold- hearted bastard, his jaw was tight, his eyes were piercing, an aura of dark mystery surrounded him, he looked ruthlessly dominant and worthy of only the highest form of elevation- but most of all, he looked like he fucks real hard, like a merciless beast.

"I need to know who this man is." I thought to myself, he is going to be the new object of my wildest fantasies.