My Turn

I walked out of the terminal annoyed. All I wanted to do was have a nice glass of alcohol, but no I had to remain more professional than the old bags forced to tag along with me. My head was pounding from answering drunk questions the whole ride. I had the right mind to suspend them for such behavior, but if I were in their shoes I’d be drunk too. 

I ordered a drink at the first bar that I found. Good thing it wasn’t two just yet. I arrived just in time for the final call. Unfortunately, I was only able to order one drink. 

Oh fuck. I need to get my bag.

Even so, I made no moves to retrieve my bag just yet. Relaxing in the quiet atmosphere of the airport halls. Then it hit me… Nando dropped me off. I thought about it for a second, my assistant was already at the house and has been home for around three days now. I could always call him to come and pick me up but I felt bad. I told him I would be landing tomorrow so he would most likely be sleeping right now. I made up my mind to contact Nando, he already owed me like ten favors and if he protests I could always remind him of that. 

I really don’t want to call him.

Pulling out my phone I looked through my contacts and found his number and began to text him.

Aye, you awake?

Hellooooo?????

…

Ain’t it a bit early?

What do you want?

Mind coming to pick me up?

From where?

The airport dude.

Oh shit! Yeah!

The same one I dropped you off at?

Lol. Yeah. uber, please.

Bro, I hate this keyboard

I mean: yeah bro, please. 

I like the first one better.

But anyway, yeah man I’m coming

to pick up my friend now anyway. Wanna see

her bro? She fucking cute man.

Bro… not now. I’m tired and

I just wanna go home. I’ll

see her in the car.

Aww. Come on man.

Just one pic?

Dude I promise she’s hot. You’d

like her.

No dude!

Look can you give me a ride

or not?

-_- Yeah man sure.

I’ll be there in 45.

You grumpy old man.

I’m only 24! -_- 

Whatever. Thanks.

No problem. See ya.

Rolling my eyes at the ridiculous conversation and found it completely absurd. I don’t care about his girlfriend, she isn’t mine. If I wanted a girl I could get one whether she was single or not.

I fucking blink and I have bitches lining up I don’t need your girlfriend. In fact, you better hope She never sees Me.

I pulled my phone out to check the time and got sidetracked with brushing my hair out of my eyes and doing other nonsense. Before I knew it I ended up putting my phone in my pocket without ever checking the time. I was halfway to the bathroom when I noticed I still didn’t know the time so I pulled it out again and checked the time right away, rolling my eyes at myself realizing that I had a watch on this whole time.

Dumb ass.

I entered the bathroom and immediately marched to the sink. I pulled off my suit top and folded it in half so I could hold it with my thighs. My phone dinged and then a few seconds later dinged again I paused and immediately looked at my phone.

He’s here already? That’s kind of quick, isn’t it?

Opening my messages I noticed I had multiple unread messages from Nando. I looked at the time and realized it had only been eight minutes. 

There is no way he’s here.

Sure enough, when I opened the messages it was just him spamming me with nonsense. It was the first image that caught my attention the most… it was of him and a red-haired woman I recognized all too well. It was Audrey, the secretary of my office building here in Puerto Rico, and under the image, there was a bubble that read ‘my baby girl.’ Was that who he was on his way to pick up? Why would she be at the airport she told me earlier that she would be in the area for a while? I continued reading only to find out he sent the picture by accident. The next bubble read: oh shit wrong one. The last new message being a picture of a dirty blonde-haired, short, white woman with a beautiful smile and gorgeous, green eyes. Standing behind the counter of a bar with a shaker in her hand. I had a ton of questions for him but I had to play it cool.

So which is your girl and which is your

friend?

You cant tell?

I mean both are out of your league so

if I’m being honest no I cant tell.

The first one is my girl and the

second is a close friend of mine.

I see that’s fine. I’d rather have the second

one anyway.

What no way dude she’s off-limits.

Why? Want me to hit on your girl? Well,

I don’t want her.

First off no and second off why not

what she’s out of my league and not

even in yours?

You said it not me. Besides aren’t you driving

right now.

Whatever man.

I distinctly remember him showing a picture of the second woman two months ago saying something about ‘isn’t my baby adorable.’ So I was slowly getting pissed off with the situation that was becoming more and more clear now.

He’s cheating on her… it's a damn shame… she’s way too good for him.

I sucked my teeth and returned my phone to my pocket. Then I began wetting my smooth thin unforgiving black wavy hair in hopes of slicking it back as best I could. My hair always slipped out of the scrunchies and I, unfortunately, didn’t have any scrunchies to attempt to tame my hair. The water worked for about a minute and then the waves started showing themselves. 

Giving up on my hair I stepped out of the bathroom and walked back towards the food court and took a seat at the edge of a random empty table. For some reason I found myself opening my messages with Nando and staring at her picture again, she really was stunning. I snapped myself out of it and put away my phone and watched a small group of women, men, and children pass by. I looked at the other food stalls before I stared back into the hallway and watched a human sunset throw something away and return to her seat, ignoring the catcalling as she did so. 

Is that her?

She calmly gathered her things and I took the moment to scan the rest of her. She was white. Check. Had dirty blond hair. Check. I patiently waited for her to glance in my direction and caught a glimpse of her beautiful green emerald eyes. Check. 

That has to be her. Nando’s “friend.”

I watched as she stood and walked to the fridge of a nearby Starbucks picking two drinks out of the cooler and waiting patiently in line to purchase them. She walks around like a fucking princess and I loved it. You could tell by the way she was holding herself that she wanted to be left alone… but too bad for her I had already made up my mind to keep her company. I gathered my things in preparation to do just that when I accidentally overheard the conversation of a pair of idiots who had a death wish.

“How much do you think we have to pay to have some quality time with the cutie over there?”

“I don’t know I have 50 bucks, you think that’s enough?”

“No… you know what? Why pay?”

“What?”

“Let’s play a game of cat and mouse.”

“Fuck yeah dude, when? After she starts heading away from the food court?”

“Yeah. You know how much whores like to eat.”

“Do you think she can handle us both at the same time?”

“Yeah dude look at her she looks like a princess but I bet she’s a freak.” That comment pissed me off. I picked up all my things glanced up to see she was still in line and fought to keep my composure. 

“Just so we’re clear we’re talking about little miss in the orange and red dress right?”

“Yep.”

“Perfect.” She finally reached the counter and I lost my fucking patience. They were talking about her like she was a walking talking blow-up doll and I was not having it.

“She may look like a princess now but when I’m finished she’s going to look like the slut she actually is.

That was the last straw! I walked over and sat at their table.

“You’re going to do what to my fiancée?” I didn’t wait for a response. “Listen closely tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit I swear to every god you can think of, if you so much as breath in her direction again they will have to fucking call a clean-up crew to scrape you off of every surface in this fucking food court. Do you understand me?”

“She’s your wife? I’m sorry.”

“We were just joking man. Sorry.” I started to lose my temper again.

“A JOKE? Right! Let’s not make any of those anymore, yeah?” I smiled sarcastically and stood up to check where she was. I found her walking straight to the middle of the hallway where I walked behind her for a moment… she was tiny… I had the urge to lift her in my arms but I fought that urge the best I could. 

We rode the escalator together and had a small awkward conversation on the way down. When she finally started responding I asked her a favor, which to my surprise she agreed to help me with. She looked around the room for what I could only imagine was a chair or stool.

Make her reach for it.

I ignored my thoughts and offered to kneel which she agreed to. What surprised me the most was when she pulled off her cardigan and placed it on the floor for me to kneel on. I made a joke about marriage proposals but she didn’t laugh.

Guess she didn’t find it funny

But her reaction was just delayed, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. My mind kept echoing you’re so cute over and over. The whole time she was flustered she just played with my hair… It felt so good. Too bad she quickly recovered from her embarrassment and asked me how I wanted my hair, I told her and she instantly started working on my request. The first time she pulled on my hair and I accidentally moaned.

Fuck

I know she heard it because she stopped dead in her tracks. I growled at myself and bit my cheeks to keep it from happening again. That’s when she gripped my hair and pulled until I could look her in the eyes like I did earlier. She did this in a way that wasn’t too rough or fast but she used enough force to command my attention without saying anything. The action came as a surprise so I remained frozen, staring at her smug smile for a few seconds after she released my hair.

That was hot… That was so damn sexy… Oh god… Relax, please relax. 

I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them… there was tweedle dee and tweedle dipshit. I couldn’t help myself, I narrowed my eyes and growled at them at the same time she pulled my hair. Needless to say, it was a moment of mixed emotions.

I could feel her slowly lean down and whisper,

“Easy there tiger.” in a hushed but deep seductive voice and all of a sudden I was no longer angry. I could feel her boobs on the back of my head and shoulders as she did so. The dirty thoughts of having all of her weight on or under me scraped away at my self-control. I don’t know why but I instinctively grabbed her ankle. I just wanted to touch her and fully expected her to pull away from me. 

Why isn’t she running? Did She and Nando really break up? Does she know what he’s doing behind her back? … Her skin is so soft. 

I began flirting with her more heavily at this point both because I had a craving for her now and because we were currently being watched. She took a step back so I let her ankle go as she walked around to examine my hair from the front. The degradation of my self-control constituted when she tilted my head up by my chin and started stroking my hair back. I noticed she was wearing a collar before being lightly smacked by her dress. She smelled like fruit punch. I was bathing in her attention. It made me feel so good… It made me feel taken care of and loved, and I wanted it all to myself.

Please be single, please prove me wrong about Nando. Make it easy on me.

I took hold of her ankle again and this time I noticed something… I watched as she shuffled around and rubbed her thighs together. I licked my lips and took a deep breath to try and calm down as I pushed the dirty thoughts out of my head one by one.

I don’t even know your name, I need to relax.

Once she was done I teased her a bit, I ran my hand up her leg and felt a random string near her hip, and debated whether I should pull it or not… I decided to pull it loose coming to realize that it was a bathing strand. My thoughts became more hungry after I figured this out. I was putting on a show for the creeps watching us but I was in my own little world with her and that was fine. 

Let me in… 

I don’t know why but she stepped closer to me. I guess she doesn’t realize that I have absolutely no shame or problem with making her a mother in the bathroom right now.

Oh god, please… I want to devour you. I swear I’ll be gentle just give me a chance. I want you all to myself. Please be mine. Please be single. 

Somehow during the entire encounter, she ended up wearing my tie and I didn’t get the kiss I was expecting. She was toying with me… but at the same time, she looked almost… sad while doing it. But then she would tear up and tease me more. So I pulled her to me, my hands slipping in between the laces on her smooth back.

Why do you have that look? God, you’re Such a tease… but two can play at that game.

I demanded her name as well as told her mine, I wanted her to know the name of her next boyfriend. I returned to flirting and placed my hand on the side of her neck, my thumb coming to rest on her racing pulse.

Her heart is racing because of me… don’t worry I’ll take responsibility.

I took one quick glance at her to decide my next action. She was wearing an orange to red ombre sleeveless dress, with spaghetti straps tied on the back of the neck and a very exposing laced up back with the knot resting just above her ass. I leaned in, the plan was to place one or two soft kisses on her neck and shoulder… but then she moaned… and the hunger set in. She moaned more as I got needier and lustful with my kisses. I tried to refrain from sucking and biting her neck but I slipped up a couple of times. In the end, I left no deep marks on her which I’m sure she would appreciate, but I’m going to tell you right now. Had we been anywhere more private I would have marked her so much there would be no denying that I owned her. To be honest I half expected her to push away from me in fear of being marked but she didn’t. I also tensed up when she put her head on my chest… my heart was going insane and I didn’t mentally prepare for her to get closer. I looked around and for the creep pair still watching us from a different angle in the room.

Fucking horny bastards are you enjoying the show?

She pulled away from me and shot me a look that could only be explained by lust. It’s almost as if she was trying to tell me she was at her wit’s end with her eyes. We gathered our bags and I finally asked her about what was on my mind the entire time. Did she have a boyfriend? By the way, she has been trying her best to push me away this entire time… I already knew the answer… and I was right.

Damn it Nando. You know what fuck you, she’s not yours anymore. She’s mine.

When he called her phone I couldn’t hide my annoyance. She was trying so hard to be loyal, and I kept pushing her to her limits. It was unfair of me but if she knew what I knew, she wouldn’t fight me anymore. I cupped her face and kissed her head-on, pushing her against the wall, my knee finding a home between her thighs as showed her exactly how much I wanted her. It surprised me when I felt her kiss back just as hungrily, her hands reaching for my forearms and resting there as if that was her way of accepting me. But the thing that morphed our kiss from hunger to lust was the fact that she started grinding against my knee. I don’t know if she was aware that she was doing it or not but that alone made me crave her. I bit her lip with full intention to continue kissing her but I used this moment to catch my breath and ask her to be mine. She of course declined politely. It hurt my feelings a bit but I understood, mentally promising not to push her anymore. I stroked her cheek, hiding as much of my sadness as possible. When her phone rang again I told her to answer it, fully intending to use this opportunity to confirm my suspicion. Once again I was proven right. 

You don’t deserve her. Hell, I’m starting to question if I do… 

They finished their conversation and I gave her my number. She changed the name from how I had it and chuckled to herself. Her laughter sounds like wind chimes… damn she was beautiful. I went a few minutes before he called me next. She shuffled towards the door and I declined the call. Following quietly behind her she paused at the final sliding door to pull my tie off. She stared at it and I thought she was about to throw it away but nope, she quietly untied it and neatly folded it then pushed it deep into her bag. I smiled relieved for a second before checking behind me, the creeps were following close behind. 

How far are you willing to go? You guys must really want to die. 

Their persistence annoyed me but walking out the door to see Fernando kissing Luanne infuriated me. Yes, she is his girlfriend and yes she is loyal to him and she’s not mine, I know that but the fact that he dropped all contact with her the second he saw and heard me, means he knows that I caught him in his lie, and I wasn’t going to let that slide. A very complicated conversation ensued and ended with Luanne, or should I say Ludo, getting angry from being left out of the loop. When she got in the car that’s when things got interesting.

“Dude, what the fuck? Are you trying to make her think I’m cheating?”

“I thought she was just a friend.”

“What? I mean you were clearly adamant about telling me that the red-haired woman was your girl, but Ludo was also adamant about being your girlfriend and I don’t know about you but there are several differences between those two women. So which is it? Who are you dating?”

“I’m dating Ludo, and keep your fucking voice down!”

“Ah, I see I’m going to have to tell poor Audrey Lamber that she’s just a side piece…”

“What?” 

“… Tell me. Do you want me to let her down easy or just dump it on her?”

“How do you know her name?”

“Oh, you know…” I calmly started pulling out my phone, “… It would be wrong of me to not know my secretary of two years and counting.”

“You're lying!” I could hear the panic his anger was trying so hard to hide.

“No, sorry but I’m not.” then I turned the screen with the image I was looking for, ever since I pulled out my phone. 

It was an image of the entire company in front of the office building with Audrey and my assistant and I all front row. His jaw dropped, I quickly changed the app to my phone book and brought up her contact that read:

Audrey Lamber (PR Secretary)

He remained speechless as I watched his eyes scan the phone number quietly. 

“I know it’s kind of early but I could call her now, it’s always nice to get bad news right away.”

“What do you want from me? What do you need me to do?”

“I may be your friend but a cheating man is a cheating man, and I will not help you keep this secret so tell me right now. Who are you in love with?” I went without an answer for a few seconds and I was prepared to wait for much longer but then… 

“Audrey… and Ludo, I'm in love with them both.” my anger flared immediately but I tried to hide it.

“You. Will Not. Have. Both.” I could hear my voice ooze poison. It took everything, every ounce of self-control, not to put my hands on him. 

“You either tell Ludo the truth or I tell them both. You have two hours.”

“So it’s either one or none huh? Do I even have a choice?”

“I’m sorry to tell you bud… but no.”

“Gray.” I started to make my way into the car. Calmly walking past him while returning my phone to my pocket. I didn’t respond or look at him.

“Gray!” I stopped with my hand on the door. 

“An hour and fifty-eight minutes.” Then I pulled the handle and got into the car. Smiling sweetly at Ludo as I settled in my seat.

Fernando attempted to make meaningless conversation about my tie but the only reason I obliged him was because it gave me a chance to indirectly compliment Ludo. otherwise, I ignored all conversations he was a part of.

I was hard and horny but that whole turn of events killed my mood. I sat staring out the window quietly when I felt my phone buzz. I checked the message only to find out it was Ludo.

Are you okay? You’re pretty quiet back

there. I’m not used to the silence.

Yeah, I’m fine. What you miss my flirting

already? Lol, you should ask your boyfriend

if he’s okay.

I will… anyway how am I supposed to give

you back your tie? >-<

By you giving it back. Duh. -_-

That will raise too many questions.

So?

I’m not trying to start a problem look Are you

free enough to join us at the beach?

How about you come to my house and we

finish what we started?

What? What are you talking about? What did we

start?

Sorry lol, I guess flirting with you over text

doesn’t send the same message. Yes, I’m free

but you would need to openly invite me to the

beach. Because Nando still thinks he’s supposed

to drive me home.

Oh yeah. >-<

I smiled to myself and looked out the window with my phone in my hand. She made my mood better without meaning to, I swear that woman is pure magic. I could see Ludo was struggling with starting the conversation so I initiated it.

“What do you guys have planned for today?”

“The beach, you should come with us.” Nando was the first to respond to me and I fought the tons of rude comments that came to mind.

“Oh! Yeah, that sounds like fun, can you come with us please.”

“Aw. I can’t say no to a pretty lady like you. Sure.” 

Nice performance by Ludo that was very believable.

I texted my assistant and got him to agree to meet us at the beach with a bathing suit for me to wear.

“My assistant is dropping off my bathing so we can head straight there if that was the original plan.”

We made it to the parking lot near the beach and I took the moment to text my assistant. I told him where I was and he brought my swim trunks and we both took a moment to admire the sunrise. I waved as he excused himself and made his way back home. I started to make my way back over to Ludo and Nando.

“Where are we gonna set up?” 

It took everything in my power to not reach out for Ludo. She took her dress off and was only wearing her bathing suit. The Black bra top was just like her dress, laced up in the back, and straps that tie behind her neck. The bottoms were similar due to the laces that were tied on each side. She also had a black collar on too. Everything matched and from the back, she looked alluring. She also looked dangerous too, like I could get in trouble just for staring. Nando said something to her and I didn’t pay attention or hear it or her response as she turned to follow him. I just made full eye contact with him as he passed and whispered.

“48 minutes.”