Romance: One Fine Holiday (7 page)

Chapter 16

My heart skips a beat.

My mouth drops open.

Standing at the entrance to the room is Clarke.

My Clarke.

My island Clarke. 

The man that seduced me with the simplicity of his lifestyle. 

But he barely looks recognizable.

He stands at the entrance to the room with a perfectly fitted European suit, he is well-shaven and he smells like rich cologne.  It is clear that this is a man who has a lot of money.

His eyes glance around the room until they land on mine.

Clarke’s mouth drops wide open. 

His eyes are so deep and wonderful.  I can see everything that I saw on the island.

Time seems to stop while we stare at each other.

“Do you know each other?” my boss interrupts our moment.

“Um… maybe.  Maybe we’ve met once,” Clarke looks away.

Bastard.

He used to hold my heart and now he is not even willing to admit it. 

Bastard.

My emotions change from shock to anger.  How could he not admit to knowing me? 

We were intimate with each other.  We shared something special together. 

The rage builds up inside me.

Soon, I can’t contain it.  Every piece of my body is filling with rage. 

He lied to me.

He used me.

And now he won’t even admit to knowing me.

“Excuse me,” I mumble to my workmates and exit the boardroom quickly.

I can feel all the eyes focused on me as I exit the room.  It is very unlike me to be caught up in emotion at work and my colleagues are suitably shocked.

I throw my file onto my desk and storm outside the building into the sunshine.

Arrggghhhh!!!

I want to scream from the rooftops.  I want to yell and shout.  I want to punch something.

But I hide the anger under a blanket of deep breaths and walk around the quiet courtyard of the office building, before sitting on a bench in the shade of a large tree.

Soon, the anger starts to ease and I can feel it turn into sadness.

I can feel the sadness starting to build and I feel like bursting out in tears at the betrayal.  I feel shattered.

My head is resting on my hands when I feel a presence next to me.

“Hi.”

I recognize the voice without looking up from my hands.

It is the deep voice that I have come to dream about. 

That deep, sexy, relaxed island voice.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.  I didn’t know that you worked here.”

That’s it? 

That’s your apology?

I don’t reply to his attempts at conversation.

“I guess seeing me dressed in a suit must be a bit of a shock,” he comments.

“A bit of a shock?  That is an understatement.  I have been handling your files for the past year.  I have been reviewing all the details of your new business deals.  I know how much money you have.  And then you had the guts to tell me that you’re an island man.”

“I never said that.”

“You never said that?  You certainly implied it.  You certainly gave me that impression.  But you’re not an island man.  You’re just another big city bastard.”

“I am island man.  That island has my heart.”

“And probably a whole lot of your money too.  Do you own that island?”

“I do,” he nods.

I shake my head, “Why lie to me?”

He pauses and looks back to the building where I have spent many long hours,

“Because everyone loves me for my money.  On the island… on the island I can be just me.  I don’t have to pretend that I am someone else.  People see past the money when I meet them on the island.  It feels nice to be liked for the person I am and not the amount of money that I have.”

I look at him for any hint of a lie. 

But I cannot find one.

“Then why come back here to the city if you love the island so much?”

“Because this is what I’m supposed to do.  I’m supposed to run a ruthless business and buy as much as I can.”

“And who told you that?”

“My mother and father.  This was their business.  They worked so hard to build this empire from nothing – I can’t just let that disappear.  I have a family legacy to uphold.”

“Why don’t they run the business then?”

“They passed away and I was an only child.  My father always told me that he wanted this business to continue to grow, so that is what I’ve focused my life on.  I want to do his memory proud.  But… but the island is where I feel at home.  I travel there to escape all this.  If I could, I would spend all my time there.”

“And seduce random girls,” I state with bitterness.

“I don’t seduce random girls,” he retorts.

“Don’t expect me to believe that I was the only one.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Believe what you will.  But you were the only one I have ever been with on that island.”

His voice is laced with honesty and I want to believe him but I’m not sure that I should.

“I talked to all my staff on the island about you,” he smiles, “They all knew who you were.  I fell for you.  And it was nice to fall for someone who didn’t know that I had money.  Here, money blinds everything.  Every girl I meet already knows about my money and they are seduced by the thought of it.  But I don’t want that sort of girl.  I want someone who will happily spend days drifting away on the island with me.  I was shattered when you rejected my offer.”

Clarke looks to the ground, dejected.

“But the pace of my life here is good,” he continues, “It keeps me distracted.  If I stay on the island too long, the loneliness kicks in.  I want someone special to spend my life with.”

My mind tells me to stay away from him but my heart is telling me something different.

“I went back for you,” I whisper.

His eyes light up.

“And I still have the rose at home.”

He smiles a stunning smile.

“You went to my house on the island?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I shrug my shoulders, “No-one has ever made me feel as special as you make me feel.”

“Then come back with me.”

“Where?”

“To the island.”

“When?”

“Now.”

“What about this business deal?”

“Forget about the business deal.  I don’t need another island,” he laughs, “I already own two.  What do I need another one for?”

Chapter 17

My heart flutters.

My insides are alive.

The more I sit next to Clarke the more I am filled with desire.  He can sense it too.  We both know it.

We want each other.

We physically
need
each other.

The longer we sit here the more we can’t hold it in.  I can tell in his eyes that he wants me.  I can feel that he wants me.  There is electricity in the air between us.  It feels like we are about to explode.

Quickly, the desire becomes too much.

In a moment bursting with love and lust, Clarke grabs my hand and leads me out to his limousine parked next to my office building.  We scramble into the back and Clarke locks the door behind me. 

As I land on the leather seat, Clarke comes over the top of me.

“Wait,” I stop him, “Won’t people see us?”

“Not in here.  The windows are extra tinted so people can’t see in and the driver is not in the car,” he smiles.

I smile back.

Clarke comes over the top of me and his lips land on mine.

Wow…

Our kiss is alight with passion and desire.  I can feel it build throughout every part of me.

I feel like I am about to burst with passion.

This is the start of a new chapter in my life, and this time – I am willing to take the risk.  Clarke is everything I ever wanted and it doesn’t matter where we end up.  We could be in the country, in the city, or on the island.

I don’t care. 

As long as I am with him, I will be happy.

Lying on the back seat of the limousine, we kiss with aching hunger for each other.  In the storm of passion, I pull the shirt off his shoulders and again, I see the strength of Clarke. 

His body is rock hard. 

It looks like it has been cut from stone. 

His chest bulges out and his stomach is flat and toned.  I run my hands over his solid chest, becoming lost in his magical body.

We kiss for a very long time.  I don’t want this to stop. 

I can’t kiss him enough.

I have a physical need for Clarke.  I need his body.

His hands run over my curves with passionate desire and his fingers find their way up my skirt. 

Lost in the moment, I become wet.  Very wet. 

I want him.

I need him.

He pulls my knickers from under my skirt and I kick them off to the side.

My hands go straight for his belt, unbuckling it, and then ripping his pants to the floor.  Once his pants are off, I run my hands on the inside of his expensive jocks, and push them all the way to the floor. 

Clarke leans back on the seat of the limousine, and I fall to his crouch.  

Filled with passion, I grab his cock with my left hand, and it instantly swells in size. 

It is huge.

Even bigger than I remember.

Putting his manhood in my mouth, I grip the base of it with my left hand.

I am so, so wet.

When I take all of him in my mouth, he groans loudly. 

“Oh yes Ella!”

He is big. 

And strong. 

I love it.  He tastes like man.

I run my mouth over and over his member and it grows harder with each stroke.  My right hand cups his balls and I bounce my head on his member.

“Yes!” he continues to groan as his fingers run through my hair.

He clenches and moans.  My hand runs up and down his strong shaft and I want it all.  I take him in my mouth over and over again.  I need his cock.

Looking up at him, I see the smile on his face.

I take his hardness out of my mouth and move over his body.  I climb on-top of his muscular physique, straddling him as he remains seated. 

Just as I am about to sit my wet pussy on his rock-hard member, he tosses me aside on the back seat. 

He moves down to the area between my legs and his touch rushes desire through my body.  I relax my thighs to open my pussy to his tongue.

He kisses the inside of my thighs, and I think I am about to burst with lust and anticipation.

His tongue touches my pussy. 

The feeling dances through my whole body, tingling every inch of my skin.  The feeling is like nothing I have ever experienced before. 

I love it.

It fills me with passion. 

My body heats up and my mind becomes lost.

Clarke moves over the top of me in the missionary position and my heart almost stops. 

I need him.

His hard cock touches my spot and I almost faint with lust.

He gently pushes himself into my pussy and it feels amazing.  I feel every part of his strong cock deep within my pussy. 

Oh, that feels amazing.

He holds himself within me.

Yes…

Oh yes!

His hands run all over my body, smoothing over my breasts.  They are tender and sensitive, and he treats them with admiration.

“Oh yes, Ella,” he moans, “You have an amazing body.”

I moan while he caresses my breasts.  I love the way he adores my female body.

“You are amazing,” he whispers.

After that statement, he thrusts himself into me. 

Hard.

Very hard.

I begin to feel the full force of his strength pound into me.  He starts to pound me with aggression and power like I have never felt before.  I try to grip at the seat of the limousine but there is nothing to grip onto. 

He pumps and he pumps. 

His strength rams into me.

Oh yes!

He slows, puffing, and moves back to sitting down.  I come over the top of him and straddle his hard cock.

Placing my pussy lips at the top of his member, I let my juices run over the tip of his cock.  I look deep into his eyes and I feel a connection.  This feels right.

I ease my pussy over his cock, letting it slide deep into me.  Oh, that feels good.  I bring my hips all the way down and hold his hardness inside me.

“Oh yes, Ella!”

He is deep inside me. 

Placing my hands on his strong chest, I push against it.  It is so firm and full of muscle.  When I find the right position, I start to move my hips.  I can feel every part of his perfectly shaped member inside my pussy.

I rotate my hips over his cock, pushing it side to side.  My juices are flowing and I can’t stop.

Oh yes…

Not able to control the lust, he picks me up and leans me over the back seat, guiding me into doggy style.  Instantly his cock drives deep, pushing into my pussy.

He builds and then begins to punish my pussy with quick, hard thrusts full of sexual energy. 

Yes!

His hands run all over my back and he slaps the flesh of my behind.

Yes!

Orgasm starts to flush over my whole body and I can’t control what I’m doing. 

My world is shaking.

I love it.

Yes!

Clarke thrusts into me with all his power.  In one last moment, he pushes deep and I feel him come inside me.

He falls to the back seat, panting, trying to catch his breath.  I collapse on-top of him, lost in my moment. 

Oh yes…

I am glowing.

Snuggling into the strength of Clarke’s body, I look up to his eyes.  We connect emotionally and I know that I have made the right decision.

Wow…

“Are you sure you will come back to the island?” Clarke asks.

“Oh yes…”