Act 7

Imogen’s Pov

 

I have never detested Perry so much in my entire life.

 

How could he lock me up while he went around cheating on me? He must have predicted that I would try and leave tonight. Well, it was either that or he was taking precautions, either way, I had to find a way out. I needed to see Blond and get my back blown out.

 

My eyes shifted to the window. Should I jump off? No, scratch that, could I jump off? That was the question wasn’t it? Not only was I dressed in a whooping four inch heels and the shortest dress on the planet, our room was on the 3rd floor and the ground floor looked so far below. I would defend break something it worse die.

 

I would rather see the man of my dreams with all my body parts, whole, hale and hearty.

 

I shook my head at the ridiculous thought and ran a hand through my hair. What the hell was I going to do? Blond would be waiting for me. 

 

This was my only chance to live care freely and of course my ‘dear’ husband had to be an hindrance to it as always.

 

I walked back to the bed and planted my butt on it, trying to think of a way out. There had to be one, right? Perhaps if i tried breaking off the handle of the door with something heavy? No, that would probably seal me in forever till the jerk comes back.

 

I shook, rubbing my hands over my arms as I felt cold, all of a sudden.

 

A voice in my head yelled, how much longer will you let him hold you back? For how long will you keep crying over spoilt milk? Crying would not solve this, I had to find a way out of this damned prison!

 

My eyes fell on the land phone on the bed side stool. It was used to contact the vacation villa’s staff and bingo, I grinned as I reached for it and dialed the front desk help.

 

“Hello, room 415. I am Rosetta, how may I be of service today?” A cheery voice laced with a thick Italian accent reached my ears and I sighed in relief.

 

“Hello…uhm…my husband, he has…uhm… a bit of a memory problem,” I mumbled. “He’s off to a business meeting and must have forgotten I was in. So, I’m locked in. Is there any way that I can get the door opened?”

 

“Si, there is,” Rosetta replied. “The…what’s that english word again? Ah, yes! Handy man. The handy man will be up there shortly.”

 

I thanked Rosetta and ended the call, there was a ray of hope. I could still see him again tonight. My body vibrated with excitement as I joined my hands together trying to get them to stop trembling.

 

The handy man came up in a few minutes and popped the door open. Without hesitation, I walked right out the door, raced out of the villa as fast as I could in the deathly heels I wore and hailed a cab.

 

After what seemed like the longest twenty minutes of my life, I stood before Blue Eyes as I stood staring up at its bright sign hanging above it, hearing my heartbeat roaring through my ears.

 

“You made it,” a familiar voice, one that made my thighs squirm in desire, reached my ears and I glanced away from the sign to see Blond standing outside the club. Had he been waiting for me?

 

He looked even more gorgeous than I remembered, his blond hair caught the bright street lights, causing an halo to form around his head, like an angel.

 

I could not see his gray eyes very much clearly, but i could feel them on me, licking every inch of my skin with that intense look. He took a step towards me and I could swear that I fucking melted in excitement on the spot. 

 

He was dressed in a white shirt and gray pants. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, bunching around his very muscular arms. I wanted them on me, shit, I wanted all of him on me.

 

“I made it,” I repeated in a dumb manner, barely breathing when he stopped mere inches away from me. 

 

His body heat warmed me, caressing my skin, stroking every inch of my body, making my cells come alive.

 

His eyes darkened, watching my breasts rise and fall aa he growled low in his throat, closing the rest of the distance between us. In a blink, his arms wrapped around my waist until I was flushed against him. 

 

I glanced up at him, feeling my face burn up in embarrassment. Could he feel my hardened nipples against his chest? Could he tell how horny I was? Because I was fucking horny, terribly.

 

Holding gazes, our breaths became synced and I waited for him to say something, anything at all. I had waited two whole days to see him, he ought to have something to say—oh!

 

My eyes widened when his hands slid to cup my back side. He gave it a hard squeeze that had me sighing and sagging against him. What was he doing? We were on the side walk!

 

“Did you do what I asked?” He demanded, eyes boring intensely into mine.

 

“Would you like to check?”

 

His hands came down on my ass and with a loud smack, right there on the sidewalk. I squealed, burying my face into his chest to muffle the sound. There were not many people on the sidewalk but that did not mean we were alone.

 

“Look at me,” he commanded.

 

I pulled away from his chest, craning my head to look at him, my face as red as a fucking tomato. Was it wrong that my pussy dripped even harder with that smack? Ah hell! Something was wrong with me.

 

“It’s a yes,” he continued. “Or a no. Got it, Princess?”

 

“Ah…yes,” I mumbled, dropping my forehead to his chest to steady my breathing. “It’s a yes,”

 

“Fuck!” He swore.

 

One of his hands gripped an ass cheek and pulled at it while the other hand slipped beneath my dress to palm my pussy.

 

I moaned when his fingers reached my bared, wet as the fucking water falls core, and buried my face deeper into his chest, afraid I would scream and people will notice us.

 

I arched when he palmed harder, not caring who was watching as his hands were insistent against me, digging, probing, seeking for more.

 

I sobbed into his shirt, hoping he would stop and at the same time, I was begging him not to. His thick long fingers played at my pussy entrance while his thumb found the hood of my clit and gave it a swipe.

 

“Oh fuck!” I cried, bucking against his hands.

 

“Mhmmm, that’s it. Give me all your juice,” he hummed, pressing harder until I felt swollen, aroused and ready to explode.

 

“Oh my gosh!”

 

“Oh fuck!”

 

I sobbed, grinding against his fingers, needing more pleasure as it pulsed through me, making me go wild with lust and desire. Desire that only him could satisfy.

 

“You’re ready for me,” he hissed, slipping his fingers through my puffy lips. “So fucking wet, just like I had imagined,”

 

“You thought about me?” My lips trembled as I spoke, feeling my body tightened with need.

 

“Everyday, since I last saw you,” he grunted and withdrew his fingers. “Look at me, Princess,”

 

Shaking at the dark tone of command he used, I looked up to watch him slip his hand into his mouth, sucking off all my juices that had coated his fingers.

 

That action alone made me a sloppy mess. He hummed in satisfaction as if he had just had a full course meal and I glanced around hoping no one had seen him do that. His free hand reached out to hold my jaw in place, forcing me to look at him.

 

“I said look at me, Princess,”

 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

 

He nodded and tilted his head to the side, revealing his square jaw. Lord, how could a man be moulded so perfect.

 

He led me towards a sleek black Maserati , and opened the front door. “Get in,”

 

“Where are we going?” I frowned, glancing at the club behind us. I had thought we would use the room in there like we did before.

 

“Away from here,” he said roughly as if that explained everything.

 

“Why?” I frowned, looking back at him.

 

I had barely met him all of 2 days, common sense made it rather compulsory to be wary but, staring at him, I didn’t think he would try to hurt me. For some odd reasons, I trusted him.

 

He thrilled me, he made me so damned excited and he was unlike any man I had ever known. Perhaps that was why I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Why I didn’t want to stay away.

 

Those eyes promised so much more, so much pleasure that I badly wanted it all.

 

And that was mildly terrifying.

 

“Why?” He repeated, tilting my face up with his fingers. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing harshly against my face. I closed my eyes as his breath warmed up my face.

 

“Because I want to worship you and I need no distractions like the last time.”