Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Brielle
“Be good for Grandma.” I smiled as I kissed and hugged Stella goodbye.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” she pouted.
“You know Mommy has to work. I’m doing this for us, baby.”
“Maybe you can find a different job. One where you don’t have to leave so much.”
My heart broke into pieces as I stared into her eyes.
“One day, I will. I promise.”
I grabbed my suitcase, said goodbye to my mom, and climbed into the car where Ben was waiting for me.
“It’s getting harder on her,” I spoke.
“She’s getting older, and she’s more aware. She’ll be fine. You’re not the only working mother in the world. Plus, you’re a single parent and doing a damn good job. Don’t forget that.”
I sighed as I stared out the window. I wasn’t sure what to expect on this trip. Caden and I had barely spoken since that night. Ben pulled up to the hangar, and my belly twisted in a knot when I saw Caden standing by his car. He walked over, opened the door, and held out his hand to me.
“Good morning,” he spoke.
“Good morning.” I placed my hand in his and climbed out of the car. My skin trembled, not only at his touch but by looking at him. It felt like it had been forever since I’d seen him.
He let go of my hand. I wished he wouldn’t have. I followed him to the plane, and once we stepped inside, I took my seat while he went and spoke to the captain.
“We’ll be taking off in a few minutes,” he spoke as he sat in the seat across that faced mine.
“Okay.” I looked out the window. With much hesitation and the need for an answer, I asked, “So, how have you been?”
“Busy. Very busy,” he replied as he pulled his laptop from his bag and opened it.
I expected him to ask me in return, but he didn’t. His focus was on whatever he was doing on his laptop. I turned my head and stared out the window as the plane headed down the runway. I thought about my mom and the conversation we’d had yesterday. She was right. She needed to live her own life. A life that didn’t revolve around Stella or me. She deserved to be happy and live with someone for the rest of her life. She’d never trusted men, and the attempted relationships she found herself in over the years never worked out because of her insecurities. I could relate. Once a man betrayed you, it was hard ever to trust again.
“You look like you’re in deep thought. Is everything okay?” Caden asked.
“Yeah. Things are fine.”
“Do you not want to be here?”
“Of course I do. It’s just an issue I’m having with my mother.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Not really.” I lightly smiled.
His eyes diverted back to his computer, so I pulled out my book and began reading. When the plane landed, we climbed into the back of a limo that took us to the Waldorf Astoria.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Chamberlain. Welcome back.”
“Thank you, Edward.” He smiled.
“Ma’am.” Edward tipped his hat to me.
“Hello.” My lips smiled.
He opened the door for us, and we walked into the grand lobby and over to the front desk.
“Ah, it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Chamberlain.” A bright-eyed, blonde-haired woman smiled.
“Hello, Peyton. It’s good to be back.” He gave her a wink.
As she typed away at her computer, she kept glancing up at me. I immediately hooked my arm around Caden’s and smiled at her. He looked over at me in confusion.
“The key to the Presidential Suite,” she spoke as she handed it to him.
I watched as she made sure her fingers lightly brushed up against his.
“Thank you, Peyton.”
“Call me if you need anything at all, “ she seductively said.
I knew her type. She worked in this fancy hotel to try to sink her claws into the wealthy men who entered through the doors.
“If he needs anything, I will take care of him,” I smirked as we walked away and headed to the elevator.
“What the hell was all that about?” he asked.
“Oh, please. She was totally flirting with you.”
“She always does when I come here. It doesn’t mean anything to me.”
“You don’t find her attractive?” I asked as we stepped into the elevator.
“Of course I do. I think she’s a very beautiful woman, and I feel she’d be exceptional in bed. By the way, do you do threesomes?” The corners of his mouth slyly curved upward.
“I do. For an extra hundred grand.” I raised my brow.
“I was kidding, Brielle,” he spoke seriously.
As soon as the doors opened, I smiled at him as I stepped out.
“Seriously, I was joking. I know almost every man’s dream is to have two or more women in bed with him, but it’s not one of mine. I like to focus on one woman at a time.”
“Good to know, Mr. Chamberlain.”
“Come on. Tell me the truth,” he said as he opened the door to the penthouse suite. “Have you ever done a threesome?”
“Why do you care?” I asked as I looked around the thirty-six-hundred-square-foot space. “But, if you want the truth, I never have. I’ve had men offer and turned them down, losing many clients because of it. It’s not my thing either.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, smashing his lips against mine, forcing them to part so his tongue could slip in and greet mine. His hands roamed up and down my body, and I could already tell he was sexually starved.
My fingers unbuttoned his shirt as he slipped his between the straps of my sundress and slid them off my shoulders. I gasped as his tongue slid across my neck and his hands groped my breasts.
“I’ve missed your body,” he whispered in my ear.
I gulped as the palm of his hand pressed against my belly and slipped down the front of my panties. His fingers circled me until one of them found its way inside.
“You’re already soaked, and I need to taste your sweetness.”
He got down on his knees, took down my panties, and began lightly stroking me with his tongue. My hands tangled through his hair as he pleasured me in the way I’d become addicted to. When I wasn’t with him, I craved him. A craving so strong I had to take care of myself while I thought about him. I’d never felt like that with a man before, and it proved even more that my emotions ran way too deep when it came to him. My body tightened, as did my fingers in his hair, while an orgasm rushed through me.
“Beautiful,” he spoke as he stood up and placed my hand on the bulge hiding behind his pants.
“Here or in the bedroom?” I asked.
“Over here, on the couch,” he replied, taking hold of my hand and leading me there.
Before taking a seat, he took down his pants and then sat down, spreading his legs so I could kneel in between them. Taking his hard cock, I gave it a couple of tugs before slipping it into my mouth. The moans that escaped him turned me on even more. With all the other men, I had to take my mind somewhere else, but with him, I wanted to be fully present and satisfy him in the best way possible.
“That’s it. Oh God,” he moaned. “Fuck, Brielle.” He stopped me and brought me on top of him.
I slowly slid down his cock, inch by inch, as I stared into his eyes until he was buried deep inside me. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass while he took my nipples between his teeth. I moved back and forth and up and down, stroking his cock with the heat that resided inside me. Our moans became one as ecstasy filled our souls. Another orgasm overtook me as he let out a howl and exploded inside me.