Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Our last night we opt for room service in my suite without alcohol. Scott went back to his room to change, while I stepped into the shower. I use the complimentary amenities booklet as a door stopper so Scott can let himself in if I’m still in the shower. I finish, wrapping a towel around my hair and another one around my body. That’s when I heard the noise, “Is that you Scott?” I call out.

“Do you want it to be?” asks a voice that’s not Scott’s.

“Michael?” I squeal with excitement.

“Yes,” he calls out from the foyer.

“Oh my God!” I’m so excited, I run to greet him throwing my arms around his neck and plant a kiss on those soft lips of his. His aftershave and the demanding way he kisses me back make me swoon. I begin kissing his ears and neck and that’s when I feel my towel being confiscated from me, “You don’t need this,” he says.

“Sure I do! Scott’s expected over any minute, we haven’t had dinner yet!”

“You mind if I tag along,” he asks coyly.

“I’d love it!” I said enthusiastically. “Now say it again!”

His dark eyes bore into me because he knows what I’m talking about, “I’m in love with you.”

He leans down to kiss me and it’s magic. Even his kisses know how to take charge. Instantly I need him in me, “You better get dressed,” he stops us.

I turned to get changed and almost trip over his bag, “How long are you staying?”

“A few days, there’s some things I need to do here. You and Scott are still going back tomorrow morning. I’ll just take over your room when you leave.”

“My princess room,” I giggle.

“Your sheets, your smell, I won’t want to sleep anywhere else,” he made everything sound so sexy. Then he slaps my behind rather hard and says, “Now go get dressed.” The warmth of his hand against my buttocks remains their long after the slap. I pout before turning away from him to decide what to wear. I’m almost ready and I’ve started rambling off about what Scott and I accomplished when there’s a knock at the door, “Isa?”

“Come in,” Michael calls out.

Scott opens the door and spots Michael first, he nods at him, “Michael, didn’t know you were coming.”

“Hi Scott, I wanted to see how the two of you are doing first hand, and I have a few things I need to arrange before I go back home.”

“Checking up, you mean,” Scott rumbles accusingly.

“Hardly,” Michael dismisses his comment. “I will be tagging along for dinner if that’s okay, I haven’t eaten yet. We can discuss what you’ve accomplished and address any concerns the two of you might have.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Scott changes his tune.

Michael has a car take us to one of the best steakhouse in Owerri, reservations made by none other Mrs. Abigail. The restaurant is busy, and our dinner conversation and demeanor remain professional while Scott is in our presence.

We give our schedule and rules for him to review:

Policy and Rules

No sex, drinking, smoking, or drugs will be permitted by the athletes during their time at the camp.

Attendance to all booked ice and off-ice times is mandatory unless athlete is ill, and in said case, be able to provide a doctor’s note.

Rooms are to remain neat; competitors are liable for any damage done to their rooms.

No member of the opposite sex is allowed in your room after curfew. Curfew is midnight.

There will be no swearing or cursing. We wish you to present a professional appearance and attitude.

Steroid usage is strictly prohibited.

Makeovers must be accepted and clothing provided by NSA must be worn when officials request you to do so.

No food is to be brought into Village dorm. All food must be consumed in cafeteria.

Athlete is responsible for any items of value.

The camp takes no responsibility for any of your belongings so lock your rooms.

Schedule:

Camp Schedule:

Monday-Friday:

7:00 a.m.: Breakfast

8:00-8:45 a.m.: Figures (5 skaters granted 15 min private lesson) 8:45-9:30 a.m.: Stroking and Footwork

9:30 a.m.: Flood

9:45-10:30 a.m. Free skate (Group LessonX2 3 skaters in each) 10:30 a.m.: Flood

12:00-1:30 p.m. Lunch

1:30: 2:15 p.m. Patch (5 skaters will get 15 min private lesson) 2:15-3:00 p.m. Free skate (Group LessonX1 4 skaters)

3:00 p.m.: Flood

4:00-5:00 p.m. Off-ice training 5:30-7:00 p.m. Dinner

7:00-9:30 p.m. Private Lessons (1 fifteen min coach and skater alone on ice for all 10)

9:30 p.m. Flood, Free time begins 12:00 midnight Curfew

(9:45-10:30 a.m. Group 1 Lesson)

(9:45-10:30 a.m. Group 2 Lesson)

(2:15-3:00 p.m. Group 3 Lesson)

We look at Michael hoping he’s pleased with our work. He smiles to me and then Scott, “Excellent. The two of you seem to have been working very efficiently together.” Scott thanks him curtly and then excused himself from the table to go to the loo. That’s when I feel Michael’s fingers reach under my skirt. They start at my knee and subtly caress my inner thigh until he’s there. He grabs me hard before inserting two of his fingers. I pretend nothing is happening and look to see if the other patrons are watching. My breath catches ever so slightly as I fight hard to remain inconspicuous. I wanted to close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling, but instead I lean into him and kissed his plush lips. I notice Scott heading back to our table, his jaw tight, I warn Michael, “He’s coming back.”

Michael removes his hand but kissed me hard one last time ensuring Scott’s nose is rubbed in it. The kiss ends but the tormented look on Scott’s face remains the rest of the evening. Even when we leave the restaurant, Michael makes sure we walk out together, his arm draped over my shoulders. I can hardly blame him for staking his claim to me, there is so much history between the three of us.

We have a few drinks together and then call it a night, Scott and I are flying out early the next morning. He thanks Michael for dinner and reaches over to give me a casual hug good-bye before going back to his room. I can feel Michael’s disapproving gaze when I’m in his arms. I opened the door to my room and Michael follows me in, taking a seat on the sofa. I close the door behind us and join him. I face him undoing his tie, his eyes boring into mine, needy. When his tie is undone, I held onto both ends and pull him in for a kiss. His hands clasp the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad you are here,” I say in-between the kisses as I slowly undo his buttons. He kisses me back with urgency, that makes me feel desired, hot. He wants me now, and I’m more than happy to accommodate. He places his hand on my knees and I can feel his fingertips slowly glide up my leg.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders. I couldn’t get them off fast enough, Michael is being Alpha male, and he knows how much I like that. When I’m done undressing, he lifts me from the couch and places me on the bed, taking my knees and spreading them wide open.

“Marry me,” he says sliding a rock the size of an almond over my engagement finger.

“Yes!” I answer not even needing a second to think about it.

“Don’t move,” he orders holding my legs firmly apart. His head drops in- between my legs and I close my eyes obeying as I feel his tongue licking my clit, and then he pauses keeping my legs securely placed.

“Do you want more?” he asks even though he doesn’t need to. I’m soaking for him.

“Oh, yes!” I moan willing to do anything just to keep his skilled tongue in place.

“Say please,” he orders.

“Please,” I say quietly.

He strokes me with his tongue. His speed increasing and then diving to new depths. Consumed with my desire for him, he halts again exasperating me. My frustration is increasing at alarming rates.

“Who do you want?” he asks.

“You.” I moan.

“Free me," he orders.

I undo his pants, yanking them down, his hard cock is throbbing, and ready. I want to wrap my lips around it but he is in command. He re-pins my legs and continues sucking and stroking me with his tongue until my toes curl and I am grasping the comforter ready to orgasm. He stops again, adjusting his position, assuring I can’t move. He is directly on top of me as he stared into my eyes. With a sense of finality he says, “You better be sure, are you sure you want me?”

“Yes.”

“Who do you want?”

“You,” I avowed.

“Louder! Let Scott hear it in the next room,” he commands.

Warning bells start going off in my head, my face gets hot with realization.

He has this planned along with everything else, the rooms side by side, “You,” I urge needing my release. “I want you,” I grovel.

Pinning me roughly, he takes me with brute force. The headboard slams repeatedly against the wall with every thrust. Bang, Bang, Bang... His way of taking me from Scott permanently, ensuring he’s heard all of that. I surrender to him as tears spring from my eyes over Michael’s cruel methods. He is relentless as his thrusting continues. The bed keeps banging, jarring the lamp on the nightstand. Michael completely dominates me as his sweat is dripping from his forehead onto my body.

My body on the brink of orgasm, he orders, “Come!” My body begins pulsing around him, oozing with satisfaction. He fills me, and then wipes away my tears. Scott will never forgive me for this. “He needed to know you’re not his anymore,” Michael says with no remorse. He rolls off me and I curl into his arms.

I phoned the front desk and ask for a wakeup call for 5:00 a.m. When it comes, I leave Michael lying in bed and go take a shower. I finish packing all my toiletries and pieces of clothing that are left in the room and head over to Scott’s room to pick him. I knock on the door, but there is no answer. I went back into the room and try the adjoining door. His room is empty. I go downstairs and confirm my suspicions with the front desk. Scott already checked out.

I take the rental car back to the airport. He isn’t in the boarding lounge. I check my bags and wait for the plane to board. I go to the bathroom, and then I return noticing people boarding for Lagos. I show my ticket for guidance and then follow the other passengers down the tunnel. Scott is already seated. The shine from his eyes is gone. He looks tired and defeated. I take my assigned seat next to him. Keeping us apart on the plane wasn’t overlooked, it’s not necessary anymore.

“Do you want to talk?” I ask.

He touches the large engagement ring on my finger, before looking me in the eye, “Will it make you feel better? To be honest with you, I think I’m a better listener. I heard him propose to you, then I heard you pick him over me, and then I heard you moaning as the headboard continued to hit the wall. Quite a coincidence that our rooms happened to be next to each other.”