I didn't want to waste anytime once we were in the limo but Doug was all about giving me a lesson in patience. He was quiet and looked so calm as we made our way through the city, to where I don't know. I can admit this isn't very smart, going off with God only knows who to God only knows where and I didn't even bother to tell anyone. I watched as he poured a glass of champagne then offered it to me. I smiled as I accepted it,
"Thank you." He didn't say anything as he poured another glass then leaned back and looked at me. I couldn't help but stare into his brown eyes, they were so nice and deep. I sat closer to him and whispered,
"What do you want with me?" He didn't say anything and I ran my fingers through his scalp,
"Why am I here?" It was really getting frustrating as he contined to give me the silent treatment. I sighed and put distance between us again and looked out the window. I pressed the button on the intercom and told the driver to take me to my hotel. His laughter rang out and I glared at him,
"What is so funny?" I wanted to slap that smug look off his face,
"Are you accustomed to getting your way all the time?" Eighty percent of the time I am, the other twenty percent was when I was dealing with Steven. Who was so damn manipulative I didn't know he got his way until hours after.
"As a matter of fact I am." He nodded and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and causing me to spill my drink all over my dress. He kept pulling me until I straddled his lap,
"I guess I should give you what you want." My mouth was practically on his and my tongue was already out and ready to enter his mouth when he held me in place,
"First I have to do something about this hair." He pulled pins as I began to undo his tie and loosen the buttons on his shirt. He shook his head,
"The things you women have to go through." I nodded,
"I'm glad you're aware." He ran his fingers through my hair causing it to be wild I'm sure. I bet I look like some untamed animal from the jungle. He pulled my face down and kissed me quickly before laying his head back. He just looked at me as my hands ran through his hair and my fingers traced the features of his face.
"So you never did tell me what it is about me that you found out?" He looked into my eyes with such an intensity,
"What is it that you are hiding? You know when you live your life full of secrets they always come out. One way or another." I pondered that for a moment. He hadn't told me anything that I hadn't thought about time and time again. My closet was full of skeletons that I would give anything to make sure remained closed and locked. In fact, it was more like a graveyard. There were so many things in my past that I was ashamed of or people just simply wouldn't understand. My family life, leaving home at such a young age, dating Steven, my love of women, the drugs. People would think it was all too much and I didn't need a round table panel discussion on television dissecting and analyzing my life and life choices. How dare those people? They have no right. You have to be real elitist to think you can look down upon someone and publically rip people for all the decisions they made in their lives that you thought were inappropriate. As long as no one is paying my bills and I'm not hurting anyone or taking their life I think every decision I make is completely appropriate because I'm doing it for and to me and only me.
"I'm not hiding anything. You mentioned you did a little research and I was curious, that's all." He nodded his head but made sure the expression on his face let me know he didn't believe me,
"I just know you like to have a good time. Nothing less nothing more. So you can relax, whatever secrets you are keeping are still yours to hide." I decided to let it go, if I fought him it would be obvious I was hiding something. I took the opportunity, while he was silent, and captured his mouth. I could taste the champagne lingering on his tongue. My eyes remained closed as we made our way throught the city making numerous turns going God only knows where.
I wanted more as we made our way to what I am assuming is his home but he was in control and insisted we wait. So we did and it took so long that I actually fell asleep. As I followed him inside and looked around I was quite impressed. The house was dimly lit and I could make out what was very good taste in decorating. He turned the lights on and I smiled as I walked across the wooden floors following him as he opened a huge sliding glass door. It looked as if almost the entire back of the house was nothing but glass that looked out to the ocean. The wind blew our hair and I began to wonder why I wasn't living in Los Angeles coming home to something like this after a long day of work. He has the view, the pool and the jacuzzi and I had a few walls in New York.
"Upstairs, first door on the right. You'll find what you need. I'll be up in a minute for you." He didn't look at me as he gave me my instructions and I simply walked off, getting used to how he did things. I made my way up the stairs and entered the designated room. It didn't seem like it was the master bedtoom. It was a fairly large room with beautiful cherry oak furniture and an antique chair in the corner. A couple of paintings adorned the walls and a beautiful mirror was on the wall over the bed. Lying on the bed was a long white gown trimmed with lace along with a towel, washcloth and vanilla scented shower gel. Was this planned for me or for any woman that he brought home? Couldn't have been for me because he would have known that white lingerie really isn't my thing. Then again, it doesn't seem to matter what my thing is, he does what makes him happy. I stripped down, not bothering to take extra care with my dress, I wouldn't be wearing that anymore, or the jewelry. I walked across the room completely naked and into the bathroom.
Chapter 87 contd
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