Chapter 62: Luke On His OwnLuke returned to the suite after seeing Bella off at the airport. He wandered around feeling a bit lost, aware of the deafening silence. Not that she's noisy, he mused. She's just so…full of life. Her absence left a void not simply in the room but in his soul."You really do have it bad, Cowboy," he murmured to himself.He sat on the terrace smoking a cigar, watching the sun drift lower in the sky, ever closer to the water. In his mind, he replayed some of their recent conversations. He thought about the firm way he'd dismissed the idea of marriage. Why had he done that? Not that he thought he was ready for so big a step. But now, if he ever was, clearly, she'd refuse.He shook his head. I wanted to avoid complications, he thought. Bella was nothing but complications. Yeah, but not necessarily in a bad way, he thought to himself. She was the perfect sub to his Dom. They fit together flawlessly. He sighed. "I'd have been a shit mother anyway,"

Chapter 64: Face TimeWhat am I wearing? Bella grinned. She could lie, make up something sexy and erotic. Looking down at herself she laughed again."I'm wearing exactly what I was wearing when you dropped me at the airport. Sans the shoes," she keyed into her phone.Her phone blipped a moment later. "That short black skirt with the tight black sweater? Sweet!"She looked down at herself again and texted, "The skirt's not too short, is it?""Not for me," he texted in reply. Then, "Skype with me."Bella went upstairs to her bedroom and fired up her laptop. Luke was already online, waiting for her, smiling that lazy Cowboy smile. She'd forgotten how handsome he was. Instinctively she touched his face on the screen.He knew she was sitting at her desk; he could see her bed behind her. Memories of their time together on that bed filled his thoughts."Hello, there, baby girl! You're looking sexy as ever. How was everything tonight?" he asked.She rolled her eyes. "Excruciating

Chapter 66: Plans for Bella's Return to the RoadLuke arrived in Buenos Aires at 6:00 pm local time. Bella wasn't scheduled to arrive until 9:00 which was perfect for what he had planned. He checked into the Royal Suite at the Alvear Palace Hotel and immediately spoke to the concierge to make the necessary arrangements. He hadn't heard from her today and he hoped that everything had gone well.He walked out of the hotel just as the sun was disappearing and the lights of the city were beginning to blink on, changing the feel of the place immediately. Lighting a cigar, he was considering asking the doorman to get a cab for him when he turned to face the building, noticing for the first time a small shop next to the hotel. He walked to the display window, drawn to an item that caught his eye. It was exquisite; delicate and vintage, everything that reminded him of Bella. It's a crazy idea, Cowboy, he thought. We just had this conversation. Still…Impulsively, he entered the shop a

Chapter 68: Touring Buenos AiresShe smiled at him over room service breakfast. "Last night was…nice," she said.He looked up at her, grinning. "Enjoyed yourself, did you? Even the spanks?" he asked."Especially the spanks," she purred, arching her eyebrow mischievously. They both laughed."I want to tell you something else, in all seriousness," Bella continued. "The incident with Mr. Grabbyhands Douche Bag back home made me realize something." Luke looked at her intently. "I can't think of anybody else in the world who is man enough to dominate me. Only you, Cowboy."Luke sat for a moment, taking in what she'd said. Then he went around the table and swept her up in his embrace, holding her tightly. "Baby girl, you can't imagine what your words mean to me," he said, voice husky with emotion.After breakfast they prepared for the day, shooting the intro of the episode on the terrace of their suite. It afforded a beautiful view of the city. "Hi, I'm Bella Grant. Welcome to T

Chapter 70: Exploring Ranch LifeBefore leaving the hotel for the airport, Luke and Bella made a brief stop at the pharmacy next door to restock on a few essentials. Luke was paying for the toothpaste, shaving cream, and ibuprofen when Bella tossed a small box of tampons onto the counter. He looked at her questioningly. "It wouldn't do to be caught without," she shrugged.Bella had made arrangements for the trip that would take them out of the bustling city and into the vast grasslands in the shadows of the Andes. A small plane took them four hours south of Buenos Aires to the wide-open space that was Patagonia, center of the beef culture of Argentina. They were met at the small airfield by an older man with white hair and a large mustache. He spoke no English, and Bella's primitive Spanish skills were not very helpful. Still, they managed to communicate as much as necessary. He drove them another hour to Estancia Ranquilco, a remote family-owned working guest ranch in the hear