Liam
As we drive to the hotel we rented, I lean into the car seat and sigh. It has been a very busy day today. It’s Saturday and my second day here in LA and we have finished with most of the meetings and presentations. Tomorrow we are going to do some field work and touring. I am so exhausted after today’s activities. I just want to get in my hotel room, have a shower and talk to my girl. I miss her so much, and her email from yesterday told me that she misses me to.
I wonder how she is now. She is probably with her friends on the ship doing one of the activities available on the cruise. She promised to send me photos and show me how much fun she is having. I am expectant to see them.
Once inside the hotel, I dismiss Hector and Brooke to their rooms. When I get into my room, I remove my jacket and place it on the bed. I undo my tie and remove it. My phone pings with an incoming message. It’s an email from Ariana. I haven’t been able to talk to her since last night.
From: Ariana Manroe
Subject: Fancy Vacation
To: Liam Carter
Sir, I am having the best time of my life, thanks to you. About the VIP lounge, you know your tastes Mr. Carter. I am totally endowed with your gift. I have attached the photos I promised.
Just to make sure, I am kinda breaking the rule of not having too much. I hope you don’t mind.
Love, Ariana
I quickly download the attached photos are look carefully at each one of them, making sure to take my time. The first one is the one with her three friends. They look happy, the huge smiles on their faces tell all. Aria is in the middle, wearing a yellow sundress and sunglasses ontop of her head. Her grin, I miss seeing it in person. The next one, she is alone. In a pink bikini. Whoa! The bikini top is small, revealing a great deal of her breasts. Shit! My body stirs at the sight. I scroll to the next one. In the same bikini, she is laying on a sunlounge chair with the sunglasses on. I scroll through all the eight photos the second time, and all I want now is to listen to her voice.
I dail her number, which goes through but she doesn’t answer. What’s this supposed to mean? She just sent me the email, could she have left her phone behind already? I dail it again and still no answer. Trying not to worry, I put the phone to charge and decide on doing a shower. If she comes back, she will find my missed calls and she will call me. If she doesn’t, then I will have to call the ship captain. Certainly she is busy. There is no reason why she would Ignore my call, right?
All these thoughts are creeping me out, I need to get some distraction. I slip out of my clothes and walk into the shower. Damn this trip! I want to be back home with my girl. Perhaps we could have taken this trip together and had much more fun. I would have made sure to spend more of our time in the room making her scream my name.
After the shower, I check on my phone and Ariana hasn’t called back. There isn’t even a single text. I decide not to dwell much on the negative. We had dinner before we came, but I am not ready to go to sleep before hearing from her.
What if she got herself drunk and her friends abandoned her again. Shit! I can only imagine another man getting his filthy hands on her or doing anything disgraceful to her. I can’t let this be!
I dail her number again, and still she doesn’t answer. I take Ina deep calming breath and decide to trust her friends. They shouldn’t abandon her like they did last time. She is probably having dinner or something. I put on some pants and a night shirt. I open my laptop and send the reports Brooke made about the seminar to the board members. I try to put Ariana at the back of my mind while I am doing that. She is fine. She is fine. I repeat the mantra in my hand, wanting to keep myself together.
Damn it! I can’t do this Anymore.
I search for Captain Manfield’s contact knowing that he will send his crew to look for Ariana. They will be able to find her if she didn’t get drunk beyond her brains to jump off the ship into the water. Aria is a smart woman, she wouldn’t do such a thing even when she is drunk, would she? When I am about to dail the number, Aria’s name shows up on my screen. She is calling. Unwelcomed relief floods through me and I answer her immediately.
“Hi, Aria, I have been trying to call you,” I am the first to speak.
“I have seen your missed calls. I am really sorry,” she replies and then giggles. That’s not funny at all.
“Where did you leave your phone? I was so worried that something could have happened to you,” I tell her.
“Nothing. Am fine. It’s not like… like a shark swallowed me or something,” she slurs through the sentence and then giggles.
“Ariana! Are you drunk?” I ask, in disbelief. Part of my assumptions were right after all.
“Not very, but I drunk a little. You know… I had only three shots with Julie and Heather and Liza,” I am getting impatient listening to her speak like that. How could she get get herself drunk? I know our crew is always very responsible and they take good care of guests but they can’t stop Ariana if she ends up in a wrong room.
“Oh, and George bought me a bottle,” she adds and my eyes go wide.
“Who is George?” I ask, trying hard to keep my tone calm.
“Oops.…” she mumbles
“Answer my question Aria!” I am getting furious.
“Well, um. George is a French guy who has a buzz cut. He offered me and my friends free drinks,” she replies.
“And he bought you a bottle of liquor?”
“Yes, but I wasn’t able to finish it.”
“Christ, Aria! Is he still with you? ” I ask through clenched teeth.
“Um, no. I am on my way from the bathroom.”
“Where are your friends?”
“They are still in the bar.”
“Have you had dinner yet?” I ask her.
“Yes, we had dinner before coming to the bar,” she responds.
“Ariana, listen to me. I don’t like the fact that you are drunk and that George bought you a bottle of liquor. You have no idea how worried you got me when you didn’t answer my calls I had the worst case senarios playing I my head about what could have possibly happened to you,” I tell her.
“I am really sorry, Liam. I have no intentions of making you worried. I am so sorry,” she says and I can hear the sincerity in her voice. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. All that matters now is that she is safe.
“If you are really sorry, then you should listen to what I am going to tell you. Go get whatever thing of yours you have left in the bar and go to your room. That’s only when I can be sure you are fine,” I tell her.
“Okay. I will go say goodnight to my friends and go to my bedroom,” she responds.
“And don’t even talk to that George guy. i don’t like him having any second of your attention,” I add.
“I won’t, if that will make you not to be mad at me,” she says.
“Yes, I am so mad at you, Aria. If I was there right now. I would bend you over my knee and spank that ass until my fingers are imprinted in your skin,” I tgresaten and her breathing hitches. I like how my words have such effect on her.
“You would like your punishment, wouldn’t you Aria?” I ask.
“Yes, Liam. A lot,” she responds, and I can only imagine her lower lip between her teeth.
“The bad news is, I am not there with you so you have to be bra good girl and take care of yourself. I will keep the Promise of spanking you when we I get my hands on you again,” I tell her.
“I hope that happens soon,” she responds and then giggles. Jeez! I had almost forgotten that she is drunk.
“Now go ahead and do what I just told you,” I order her.
“Yes, sir,” her voice is downright seductive. Fuck! Especially when she mentioned the word ‘sir’.
After making sure that Ariana is safe in her room, I get into my bed and try to catch on some sleep. Tomorrow is the last day of this trip and it will be more practical than these two days. I hope it goes faster. I have a lot of traveling to do this next week but I don’t think I can go another seven days without seeing Ariana. I miss her and her unraveling character. I hope she will be careful on her last day of the cruise and avoid the George guy. I don’t like him at all, even though it might seem unfair that I don’t know anything about him. I don’t give a damn if he was being nice or whatever. The truth is that she bought Aria more alcohol even when she was already drunk.
Shit! I know that I am being so protective of her even after I gave her this cruise so that she should have fun with her friends, but I want her to be fine and I don’t like the idea of her being around any man when she is drunk.
I get close my eyes and try to clear my head, but all that comes into my mind is Aria with her ass offered to me begging me to spank it. Damn! I need to fix a way of meeting her next week. I don’t think I can handle being away from her for that long.