“Don't worry.” Are the first words Spencer utter to me after the plane ride, leaving me confused. “Worry about what?” I ask, looking out through the window. Everything seems so unfamiliar that it makes me even more excited. Is it how it feels to visit another country for the first time? My mind keeps plotting all the things I can do. I've already researched about the country and have already picked out places to go, that is if Spencer lets me. “You know…” He struggles with his words, making me finally avert my attention at him. What it might be that is making him feel tongue-tied? I keep my eyes trailed on him, waiting for him to just say it. He has been quiet when we get into the car. I assume it's because he felt embarrassed because of what happened on the plane and I don't blame him. For the first time, I didn't try to be snarky and stopped myself from annoying the shit out of him. Even though I'm excited and want to talk till my throat feels parched, I keep quiet and let him d
I didn't plan out our trip to go this way. While I was prepared for embarrassing moments, moments where I would be ignored by Spencer and moments where I would sulk in my room. Did I prepare myself for a moment where I will find myself at a beach party with Spencer just a few hours after landing in France? Maybe I imagined something along the line. What makes the difference is that he is all over me. I'm a woman of virtue but when a man as hot as Spencer throws at me, I cannot stick to my virtue for long.“Do we really have to do it?” I ask him, feeling uncomfortable as I can feel a pair of eyes boring into me. I don't know how I should act around that man. But all I know is that Spencer is making it hard for me to hold myself back.“Sorry.” Spencer grunts, “Can't help it.” He sounds uncomfortable as well but his eyes tell another story. I can see a tint of lust swimming around his ocean blue eyes. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer as we move our hips to the sensu
With his lips on mine I felt like the happiest person in the world. And the horniest. His hands shoot towards my face as he deepens the kiss. For the time being I didn't care about my surroundings, I didn't notice Freddie's amused eyes watching us with a proud smile. All I care about is Spencer and his lips on mine. The kiss isn't gentle. He is tasting my lips like a savage and I let him do it gladly. It doesn't take me even a second to kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. When he bites my lips for an access to my mouth, I gladly grant him the permission as if I've been eager to do so for ages. Well, I'm not wrong. I've been wanting to do it since forever.His tongue roams around my mouth, tasting every corner of it. As he dominates my mouth, I grip his shoulders tightly, burying my nails in his clothes skin.From near distance, my ears pick up the sound of whistling. It's probably Freddie and his wife. No doubt we have made ourselves nothing short of an admirable public
“You are so tight.” He comments as he inserts the third finger into my vagina. Well, it's not my fault that I didn't have the time to get laid since I started working for him. Wish I could tell him that. He is so authoritative and domineering in the bedroom that my words die down in my throat. Not that I'm in any state to retort. My mind is wandering near heaven and hell. True to his promise, He is literally making me see stars and he just started. “Don't stop yourself from moaning, baby.” He commands, wiggling his fingers inside me. “I love listening to you. I love to hear how I make you feel.” He encourages.I wish my hands weren't tied up. I would love to grab the sheets with my fists. But not being able to hold onto something makes it more exciting. Spencer knew what he was doing. I grab his hair once again as he thrusts his fingers into me, loosening my hole. “Harder.” I demand, gripping his hair. He chuckles. “Feisty.” He comments, letting me keep my hand on his hair. I won'
The next morning I opened my eyes, and I woke up with a splitting headache. I groan in my sleep, finding a pillow nearby and placing it over my head. “Stop it.” I yell at particularly no one but at an object. It was the wall clock. It is ticking so loudly that it hurts my head. I groan again when the clock keeps ticking. It's getting under my skin and my head is killing me. I don't know how I got such a massive headache. “Fucking hell.” I yell, taking the pillow off of me and glare at the clock. I don't remember buying the clock. It seems like my mind is in some kind of daze right now. I don't seem to remember anything but there is a nagging feeling at the back of my head that is telling me that something is missing. Paying no heed to the nagging feeling, I put the blanket away and get up from the bed. Suddenly, a blow of air hits my body. Is it winter already? Whatever it is, I just need to get rid of the clock to save me from the terrible headache. Maybe if I sleep it off, my h
Spencer is avoiding me. I can tell. After that unholy incident in the morning, he refused to even look at me. Not that I'm ready to face him either. However, it seems like he and I have totally different reasons for avoiding each other. He looks like he is dealing with inner conflict whenever he comes in front of me. I try to enjoy the weather with a coffee but he isn't leaving my mind. I'm here at a cafe all alone because Spencer had to bail on me. Something tells me he just didn't want to be here with me and by something I mean common sense. A sigh of exhaustion leaves my mouth when I receive a call from my mother. Let's just say she and I aren't on good terms since she decided to hurt me with her mean words. She has been trying to make it up by constantly checking up on me. If only her concern was genuine. “Yes, mom?” I sound bored as I take the call, mentally preparing myself for whatever is going to come. “How are you enjoying your honeymoon?” She asks in a jolly tone, making
“Where are we going?” I keep asking him as I follow him to God knows where. “Just keep following me, ok?” He almost begs, sounding too irritated. “I can't shut up if I don't know where I'm going. You can at least tell me where we are going. You may as well talk here because I know what you are gonna talk about.” He stops as soon as I finish talking. “You do? How? Am I that obvious?” He looks genuinely confused which makes me confused. “Of course, I do. And yes, you are that obvious.” I shrug my shoulders, “You are gonna tell me that you are the CEO of a multi-billion company and it doesn't go with your reputation and all.” He puts his palm under his chin, looking at me as if I weren't making sense. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask, getting weirded out by his unusual behavior. “Just thinking what my phone and wallet getting stolen have to do with my reputation of being a multi-billion dollar company's CEO.” Now, it's my time to get shocked. “Huh?” I simply ask. “Wha
“Care to explain, why aren't we back in the hotel room?” I ask Spencer, trying to sound a bit irritated which I'm really not. “I can see through your lie so cut it out, Brown. You like it here more than you would have liked to be back in the room.” Spencer is too confident which means he really is sure about my reaction. When did I become an open book? When did he become so good at reading me? “It still doesn't answer my question, Mr.Cruiz.” I say instead, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to match his intimidating aura.He just laughs at my face, making it look like it was obvious that I was trying to copy him. I can only roll my eyes in my defense. My eyes wander around the place. I remember adding “a night market” to my list of places I wanted to visit in Paris. I didn't know Spencer would actually pay attention to my list. Though it doesn't strike me as a traditional night market to me, it still gives off the vibe. There are a few food stalls and one or two gift stores nea