Faith looked up slowly, confused as to if she was the one being referred to, and if so why? She didn't know anyone there. No one could possibly know her either.Her eyes landed on the woman's face. She frowned. She recognized her. It was the blonde bombshell that Devlin slept with. Why in the world would she be talking to her?"Excuse me?" She said politely."Are you hard of hearing, sweetheart?"Faith blinked in surprise at her unnecessarily harsh tone. "Can I help you?""I'm not sure there is any way you can ever help me.""Please move out of my way."She looked down, noting Faith's bags. She smiled gleefully. "Oh, you're leaving? How wonderful? Did he finally throw you out?"Faith was still struggling to get her mind together. "Don't you think you're being a little too rude to a stranger?""No. I'm only trying to help you.""Help me?" Her disbelief was apparent in her tone."Yes, sweetie."Faith huffed and said, "How philanthropic of you..." She ignored Faith's jab. "It'll do you
Faith swung her legs back and forth, letting it lightly hit the platform beneath her before springing forward again.She looked down at her white-clad thighs. She'd opted for the cutest white dress she'd ever seen, well below her knees, sleeveless and with a sweetheart neckline.She'd tied a silk, patterned scarf around her neck but it now lay stretched out underneath her butt. When Devlin told her to sit down on the platform and wait for him, she'd thought fast, not wanting to stain her pretty white dress.She thought back on the events of this morning. After she returned to the room and told Devlin to make it up to her, he'd swung into action immediately.He thanked her profusely for letting him try to make up with her, so much so that she'd felt slightly embarrassed.After he took a quick shower, she'd had some aspirin and a glass of water waiting for him. She'd smelt the alcohol on his breath and saw the slight wincing he tried to hide all through their conversation.He thanked h
In the second that Devlin's body pressed up against hers, Faith felt a whole whirlwind of emotions.Somehow, his entire body lined up with hers perfectly. Her back to his chest, her ass to his upper thighs.A silent huff of breath burst through her lips. It felt like being hit by a train. She was so acutely aware of his body that she could tell just how hard and lean his body was almost as if she was touching him.Faith whirled around which turned out to be a mistake because now she was standing face to face with him, trapped between the shelf and his body.He looked down at her, noting her expression and realizing how closely they were standing.He slowly brought his hand which now clutched the plate down, his eyes never leaving hers. He stepped forward, forcing her to press further into the shelf.He touched her face with his free hand, gently caressing her face with his hands. Her breath hitched. Her body flushed with heat. Devlin lowered his lips to hers.Someone cleared their thr
Faith was almost completely pressed against the window of the copter she was in. She gazed down at the ground beneath them in awe.There was something different about riding in a helicopter that set it apart from being in an aeroplane. For one, she could feel the movements more. Also, despite the headphones jammed over her ears, she could still hear the roar of the fans rolling overheard.All the same, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She'd snapped a picture of the helicopter before they got on and sent it to Adele and Sheila.Adele and Sheila... She recalled the conversation she'd had to have with them that morning. After she made the decision to stay, she'd had to call them up and explain to them. After all, she'd told them the previous night that she was leaving. She'd had a difficult time explaining her reasoning to Sheila especially. Adele was all for her staying.But Sheila was a different story. She'd insisted that Faith leave immediately, especially after hearing what t
Faith gasped, reflexively trying to jack the strap back up, looking around to make sure no one was watching them."Don't worry. There's no one close enough to see us. I don't want to miss any spot." She heard the smile in his voice. She smiled too and relaxed. He rubbed the sunscreen into the spot her strap covered and then slowly around her shoulder until his hand hovered right over her breasts.Faith's breath came out in short heavy bursts. In her ear, she could tell that his breathing had changed too. But she didn't need that to know how he was feeling. The evidence was poking her in the back.He pulled away, leaving her ragged but he was back soon enough at her other shoulder. He repeated the same process, lightly hovering over her breasts."If we weren't here right now, I'd be ravaging you completely," he whispered. With that, he snapped her straps back on and moved away to sit opposite her.Faith fought the urge to scream at him to take her right there. The much quieter, more s
The helicopter came back to pick them up. At some point, they'd both fallen asleep under the sky. Devlin fell asleep first. She'd stayed still because she didn't want to wake him. She remembered that he'd been nursing a hangover that morning and hadn't really had time to get over it fully since.He'd sucked it up really well but she knew he probably didn't feel his best. So she didn't move around too much so he could get some rest.She wasn't exactly when she fell asleep too or how long they slept. They woke up to Casiuss shaking them."The chopper will be here soon," he announced simply.Faith groggily sat up and wiped her face. She was a slow-waker. By the time she remembered where she was, why she was there, how she got there and what the heck he meant by a chopper picking them up, Devlin was on his feet and about.He started to pack up their plates. She joined him. They'd finished everything, including the cake. The only thing left over was a couple bottles of water.Casiuss went
Faith and Devlin walked into the club hand in hand. When she suggested going clubbing, he'd jumped at it immediately, declaring that he'd always wanted to dance with her.Since it was still early evening, they'd gotten some more sleep, cuddling close together. As the night wore on, they woke up and began to prepare.Faith had been worked up about getting a suitable outfit at first but the bag Devlin packed her really had everything she could need. She fished out the outfit, the most mini skirt she'd ever seen and a sexy black top. As she held it up for him to see, she gave him a dour look."Somehow, I doubt that Mama Rose had any hand in picking this particular outfit."With mirth in his eyes, he'd laughed and said, "This one is all me. It's been all I could think about. Seeing you in that outfit."So there she was entering the club in one of the sexiest clothes she'd ever worn. The red skirt was so small that her booty would hang out from under it but thankfully it can't with one of
"Mr Rogers," Devlin greeted, confirming that they did indeed know each other.Faith wondered how he could have come to know such a person. Devlin stood and stretched his hand out for a handshake. Mr Rogers obliged him then entered their booth without invitation and sat next to Devlin.His men flanked both sides of the booth immediately. Faith squirmed. She felt trapped. She wished Casiuss was here with them but then again, she wasn't sure how she felt about him having to face down these two men alone."How long has it been? Four? Five years?" He said casually, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers together."About that, sir," Devlin answered. His voice was more solemn than she'd ever heard it."I'm surprised to see you're still alive."Faith frowned. What was that supposed to mean? Devlin was supposed to be dead? She didn't have to wonder long. He added, "You were so determined to get yourself killed at that time.""Times changed," Devlin muttered."Did they?" The man said, lo