Chapter 48: Chapter 48

I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night. We are in the same bed cuddling like what a normal couple does.

But we aren’t. He calls me his possession, he calls me his woman, but he never says he loves me nor admits it. We aren’t dating.

I watch him sleep and touch his peaceful face, then I softly speak to him, “Why can’t we be like any other? Do I really have to compromise?”

I am surprised when I hear his voice, “Can’t sleep?” he asks.

I remove my hand from his face, but he grabs it and kisses me gently on my lips. Then he pulls me and wraps his arms around me.

When he does, my heart leaps like a horse, while his heart sounds so peaceful. How can he be so calm being next to me while I feel like burning just the sight of him?

Maybe I am the only one who is madly in love with him.

While he holds me in his arms, he utters something that surprises me, “Live with me.”

***

I still feel like dreaming about the last words I heard from him last night. When I woke up this morning, he was already gone.

But he left me with lots of servants in his penthouse, giving me sumptuous food, choosing signature dresses for me, and driving a luxurious car for me.

I am now at the office daydreaming of what it is to be his girlfriend when my boss walks into my office in her clicking red heels.

“You are one genius woman, how did you convince Mr. Sullivan to do an exclusive with us?”, she intriguingly asks.

At the back of my mind, my inner self speaks, “Uh, sex, spread my legs, kiss him, hmm what else?”

My boss taps my table, “I am waiting for your answer.” She says when I didn’t respond accordingly.

“I-I just went to his office,” I exclaim loudly, “And the rest is history,” my inner thighs still remember what went there.

“Well, whatever spell you did, definitely worked, so chop-chop, woman, you have a plane to catch,” she blissfully announces.

I stand up from my chair hearing a piece of shocking and confusing news, “W-wait, Cindy, what do you mean by that?”

She puts her hands on her waist, “Now you are playing, it is your idea to feature their underwater hotel in Florida, isn’t it?”

I try to think fast and remember about an article featuring an underwater lodge. And I pretend as if it was my idea because I don’t want people to know that I am screwing him,

“Oh, yes, I thought it would be next week. My bad, okay, I am on it, don’t worry about it, Cindy.”

Cindy walks out of my office. Now I can finally relax.

“What the hell, Dee? I didn’t remember agreeing to this, nor even discussing it,” I frustratedly talk to the air, imagining he is in front of me.

I tap my shoes and pound the table. But since it has been decided, I have no choice but to go.

I now have to rush to New York and then take almost a 3-hour flight to Miami Airport, and then another hour to Key Largo.

“What the hell, Dee?” I scream inside my office and then collect my things.

As I go out of the building, I see a familiar figure brightly smiling at me, Mr. Burk, Dmitri’s chauffeur.

I run to him and look at the luxurious car he brings, “Good morning, Mr. Burk, did Dmitri send you here?”, I ask enthusiastically.

“Yes, Ms. Anderson, I am afraid we have to get going, your plane will leave in an hour,” he worriedly answers why opening the door for me.

I immediately get in the car, and then he drives all the way to JFK. I thought we won’t make it in time, well, considering the heavy traffic around here in Seattle plus the one in New York.

Luckily, Mr. Burk is an expert, so he tries to find the best route to reach in time.

When I arrive at the airport, an attendant assisted me, and Dmitri was nowhere to be found.

I was a bit disappointed not to see him here, but I guess it is okay since I don’t even know how to answer his last question.

I saw the private plane we rode back in Germany. I smirk when I remember that he had sex with one of the attendants.

***

The flight went smooth and after two and half hour ride, we landed here at Miami Airport. I don’t know his number, so I just hope he calls soon.

So I get out of the plane and the sun is still bright here. When the attendant notices my eyes burning, she quickly opens an umbrella and gives me shade.

I take the handle but she insists to serve me since Dmitri strictly told them to treat me the best way possible.

Now, I either feel like royalty, or an important public figure coming out of a private jet.

And as soon as my right foot lands Miami ground, a dark-haired handsome guy in his black suit approaches me.

I look at him with amusement, his wide shoulders, sexy hips, and chiseled jaw make him look like a perfect model.

He has small and little slanted eyes, a perfect combination for his high nose. I stop staring at him when he starts talking to me in his cold voice,

“Ms. Avery Anderson, my name is Jeff, and I am Mr. Sullivan’s secretary here in Miami.

His handsomeness sends my voice in high pitch, “Oh, hi, pleasure, Jeff.”

I can’t hide my admiration for this guy.

He seems nice but he barely talks, or should I say, a man of few words.

He guides me in the car and also serves as my personal driver

To reduce the awkwardness brought by silence, I request him to play some music. Then I ask when I will meet Dmitri.

He smiles and assures me that I will meet him tonight.

“Uh, Jeff, can I ask you something,” I hesitantly ask.

“Of course, Ms. Anderson,” he shortly answers.

“Well, are we going to Key Largo Hotel?”, I ask.

“We’ll pass there but we will go to a hotel owned by Mr. Sullivan,” he says.

“I didn’t know there’s another hotel around Key Largo, is it off the island?” I ask again.

“You can say that, Ms. Anderson. You’re going to like it there,” he assures and smiles at me through the rearview mirror.

***

By the time we reach our destination, it is almost three in the afternoon. I can see tons of people, mostly family playing by the bay, not minding the sun kiss in their already-red skin.

I see kids cheerfully playing with their parents, while their parents sweetly romanced each other.

An epitome of a great family picture. Then, lonely music plays inside my head, I remember my parents all of the sudden. I suddenly missed them.

I am still daydreaming so I didn’t hear Jeff’s call. He taps my shoulder and I almost fall because I step on my dress.

But his hand is quick and he saves me from my fall. His arms supported my lower back, just above my waist, while I hold onto his neck with my hands.

I see him blushing and unintentionally peeks on my breasts because of our awkward position.

His face turns red and immediately diverts his vision away from me. Then he gently helps me regain my position, back at my feet.

“I am sorry, Ms. Anderson, I didn’t mean to,” Jeff apologizes.

“Jeff, relax, it’s fine, no worries, so shall we go?”, I tap him so he could relax his stiff shoulders.

He smiles at me and then leads me to a speedboat.

“Uh, nobody told me I’ll be riding a boat today,” I utter nervously. Truth be told, I am not really a fan of any boat, my stomach spins in the water, plus, I don’t know how to swim, so I am not really a fan of the beach.

Jeff notices my face paling so he asks, “Are you alright, Ms. Anderson?”

“Uh, hell no, I don’t like boat rides,” I answer him.

“It will only take a few minutes, just close your eyes, don’t worry, it is safe, I will keep you safe, Ms. Anderson,” he says. His sweet gestures arouse me. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.

He steps on the boat and then reaches for my hand to assist me, but as soon as I am on the boat, I feel like vomiting.

So out of his kind heart, he pulls me next to him and secures me in his arms.

I look at him and feel a bit move.

I ask myself, “Is this the effect of being single? Or is it an effect from wanting to have sex?”