Date = 5 April
Place = San Francisco (Enrique’s home)(Inferno)
POV – Enrique
Covering her with a blanket, I bend down and tenderly sweep some of those red curls away from her face, noticing the tear marks on her cheeks. Why was she crying? Is it because of me? My heart cringes … but still, she’s extraordinarily beautiful … naturally … not like all those superficial bitches that surround me all the time. Nope, she’s real … original … fresh … unique … unforgettable …
Ug, Blackburn … what the hell are you doing? I scold myself. Using a lot of adjectives to describe a girl is never a good thing. But if I’m being completely honest with myself … I already know the answer, but I just can’t acknowledge it … not yet. Those words – I can’t say it; can’t even think it. So how can I even begin to explain to her how fucked-up I really am …
I notice the envelope is missing from the table, together with my phone. She must have hidden it. My curiosity grows together with my anger – I recognized it from the photos.
Brian must have handed it to her … but what can it possibly be? Another contract? Maybe I should just ask her straight out? Or I could ask Mel … I’m sure she would know. Aria must have told my sister everything, cause that’s what girls do.
Looking for my phone, I find that she’s clinging to it with a fierce grip. I carefully unclutch it from her hands and check the time. There’s a message … from fucking Amanda. Ug, stupid whore. There’s no way in hell I’m touching that thing ever again … not even with a ten-foot pole. From now on there’s only one pussy for me … Aria’s. I’m a little taken aback by the realization. Where did that come from? Shit … that’s crazy … never thought that would happen …
I read the message and my heart falls to my feet. Did Aria see this? Is that why she’s crying? Fuck. Should I wake her up and explain? I don’t know what Amanda is trying to accomplish with this message. I’ve never fucked anybody in my office before … until that little rendezvous on my desk with my sexy fairy-girl. I stare at her dainty face for a few seconds and decide to let her sleep. I quickly walk to the door, wiping my hand over my face. Who knew having a girlfriend would be so difficult?
I start the car and drive through the gate. A deep breath clears my mind. Wildflowers … the smell suddenly fills my nostrils … and my dick reacts willingly. Even after my shower, her scent is still lingering on me … or maybe I’m just imagining it cause it’s been burned into my mind. I relive the sight of her on my desk earlier tonight … the way her pupils dilate when she’s having an orgasm … the feel of her when I drive into that tight addictive little fanny … the eagerness with which her body reacts to my touch …
Ship … now I’m sitting with a full-fledged road bone.
FUCK! I slam the steering wheel; frustrated. I cannot get the damned woman out of my mind, and it’s seriously beginning to piss me off. The urge to turn the car around and go fuck her silly is overbearing … but I manage to park and force my way into the club, greeting fans and guests automatically as I go until I reach the familiar hallway leading to my office … the same office I claimed Aria in earlier … and I know that I’ll never be able to look at my desk the same way ever again. A huge cock-tightening grin spreads over my face while I take my keys from my pocket.
Then I notice it. Flip … the door is open. I’m sure I closed it before I left … but I’m not thinking straight my head is spinning around – so it’s possible that I might be mistaken. I shake my head, close my eyes, and sigh deeply. I’ve fucked many women, but these feelings are a new and stimulating experience for me. My cock agrees AGAIN stupid overeager organ. I enter silently.
“FUCK!” I yell in shock … surprised by the figure kneeling at my desk. The man leaps to his feet … also startled … hiding his hands behind him. Brian fucking Cruise!
“What the fuck are you doing in my office?” I grunt, giving a tentative step forward, angry because I’m swearing so much, knowing Aria would not like it at all. His stunned face contorts into a frown. I know he’s up to something … but what? There’s nothing valuable in my office … unless he knows how to open my safe … but that’s highly unlikely. And my safe is not under my table. Was he looking through my trash?
“I was looking for Aria,” he seems a bit faced and uncomfortably sticks his hands into his back pockets.
“And you think she’s hiding in my trash?”
“I just dropped my phone … anyway … I’ll leave now,” he says, heading for the door.
“Brian, please sit down,” I’m professional but cold, and insincere.
He stares at the chair as if contemplating whether it’s going to bite him or not. Then he falls into one chair and slams his feet onto the other. I bite on my teeth.
“I just want to tell you that you shouldn’t be too shocked if Aria leaves you for me. There’s this attraction between us … ” he says.
I feel like strangling him, but instead, I grind my teeth and dig my nails into my palms, drawing blood.
“I think she might be the one … she’s special … and I can see myself married to her with a few kids.” I don’t know how but I manage to pull off a sardonic crooked smile, thinking about his corpse collapsing on my floor. Cold-blooded murder suddenly has its appeal … not to mention it would be greatly satisfying to be rid of this asshole for good.
“I see you still live in that fantasy world of yours, Cruise. There’s no way Aria would leave me for you.” I fake confidence, knowing that at least, the contract backs me up and hoping I’m right. But the way the dude smiles scares me. It’s as if he knows something I don’t. Will Aria really do that to me? Is she in love with Brian?
The envelope flashes into my mind. What’s in that envelope? Is he forcing her to leave me? Is it another contract?
“We’ll see,” he smiles even wider. A chill runs down my spine. No … Aria would not do that to me. Anyway, she can’t break the contract.