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Her fiancé came over then with a flute of sparkling grape juice for her, and after sending a nod in greeting to me, they once again disappeared into the crowd.
Once again, I was left alone with my thoughts, and they were brutal. Everyone truly was making this about themselves, including me now. Instead of doing my job and keeping my focus on the couple, I was allowing myself to get unnecessarily distracted with other trivial matters, and it wasn’t right.
It made me upset, and so in that moment, I made my decision. I didn’t want to run into Drake again, and so I stayed out of sight, and thankfully, I didn't see him afterward as he became immensely busy.
Later that night when I had showered and was in bed, I pulled up his number and sent him my response.
“I’ve considered your offer, and I know you gave me till tomorrow night to decline, but I’ll be doing that now. I think it’s best for me, at this time, to solely focus on my job.”
I sent this without any remorse and completely full of conviction, however afterwards, and as I
shut my eyes to sleep for the night, it felt as though I had downed anxiety in a bottle. All my emotions came out - dread, unhappiness, doubt, and to add salt to the wound, I had never been so horny. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, all of which was now heightened and worsened by the fact that I had completely nipped whatever this was between us in the bud.
Despite all this inner torment, I didn't change my mind, and so in no time and eventually, I was fast asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Drake
Breakfast the next morning was a bit more rowdy than the previous day. My father had now arrived along with a few more guests, and breakfast was scheduled at the vineyard. The weather was gorgeous, so it was held out on the patio, with the sprawling panoramic view of the field before us, and it should have been more than enough to completely capture my attention and make the morning a good one. However, I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman that had so blatantly rejected me the previous evening.
Giving her the extra day to think about my proposition had been a formality because I had been sure, and especially after our rendezvous in the garden, that she was just as drawn to me as I was to her. This was supposed to be a fun week for both of us, one possibly to be cherished for a very long time afterward, yet she had sent me that cryptic message last night and outrightly rejected it. I couldn’t understand truly what had gone wrong.
I watched her now seated at a different table from us with other guests and willed her to meet my gaze; however, she refused. She continued with her work and with eating as though I didn't exist, and it tore me up even further. I was painfully hard just thinking of her. My cock, brain, and heart recalled with every passing moment what it had felt like to be sheathed inside her warm heat, and I was willing to do whatever it took to ensure that she didn't deprive us both of it.
However, it seemed that she was even more focused on ensuring that this never happened.
She refused to let us both be alone for even a second, immediately excusing herself anytime this happened at the buffet table. The first two times I'd thought it coincidence, but when the third time she purposefully avoided my gaze, I understood what she was doing. And so, I returned to my seat and my party.
A few minutes later, however, I sent her a message. There was no point in being polite anymore or beating around the bush because I was for sure going to give her a piece of my mind.
“Are you planning on avoiding me for the rest of the week?” I sent her a text message, I watched her and waited for her to receive it, and she did. Just as she picked up a watermelon slice to put into her mouth, her face lowered to her phone. However, she was as sneaky about it.
She shut the phone off as though she hadn’t seen a thing and continued on with one of the invited lawyers that Aurora’s fiancé had brought along. He had been conversing with her for the better part of an hour I could see, and she had been all smiles. So, she could deign to give her attention to others and not me? I was fucking pissed off. I welcomed the challenge, and so when we eventually left the vineyard to head toward the spa that the wedding party had been scheduled for today, I made up my mind to crumble her will and have her literally foaming at the mouth, with my cum.
The spa was a huge establishment, luxurious and well-equipped, but it wasn’t difficult,
whatsoever, to find her. The women were a bit startled, though, to see me come in, but after I explained who I was asking for, they showed me to her room.
They were reluctant to let me in and wanted to ask, but I quickly shut that down.
“She’s my girlfriend,” I said, and they seemed to nod in understanding. I, however, was the one left startled. I hadn’t called anyone my girlfriend in nearly a decade, and to so casually throw out the title all to see one extremely stubborn woman was quite something to watch. Perhaps it was because I was on vacation, but I was taking a lot of liberties than were normal. It bothered me because there was nothing I detested more than a lack of control, but when I walked into the dimly lit room and saw her lying face down on the bed, all of these reservations seemingly flowed out of my head. There was a small towel covering her body and was oiled and glistening. I stopped at the door to take her in and felt a kick in my abdomen as my cock once again stirred to life. God, she was so fucking gorgeous. I truly had never wanted any woman this much, and as I stared at the curve of her ass barely shielded by the towel, I truly wondered if I would be able to restrain myself.
I knew for sure that she was going to make things difficult, and so I didn't announce myself. She wouldn’t see me anyway as she was facedown and resting, completely prepared to have a good time. I vowed to give it to her.
Shutting the door behind us, I headed over to where she lay and looked at the supplies available. All I needed was the warmed-up massage oil, and I was ready to explore every inch of her body.
I didn't speak since she would have been expecting a woman and thus, I didn't want her to be startled. After spreading the oil on my hands, I started from her shoulders and began her massage. I wasn’t a professional by any means, but I had been in the fitness industry for too long not to have a clue about what to do, and so I began with that.
The second I began rubbing out the knots of tension down the back of her neck and in her shoulders, I was rewarded with the sweetest moans.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That's good. “Thank you.”
I smiled then, unable to take my eyes off her.
She was so beautiful that it made me deeply uncomfortable, but as I continued to massage her and was rewarded constantly with gorgeous moans, I decided that I quite enjoyed this time as well. She was sure to freak when she discovered it was me, but I made sure that no matter how this ended, she would at least have had a wonderful massage.
I rolled down her towel from her back, stopping it just before her ass so she wouldn't be alarmed, and then I massaged my way down. She truly was tense, and I enjoyed watching her relax with every passing second. What tortured me was the almost violent need to taste her
