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LOVE
As expected, my beautiful face is on the front page of many prestigious society magazines.
Still in bed, I check the internet notifications of my name in the media. In some cover
photos I am lovingly in Danner’s arms, others chose a solo of me in a seductive pose.
Another effective marketing for my and Danner’s companies, I must not forget to instruct my public relations department to send a nice gift to the journalists who worked on the articles.
Journalists love when their work is appreciated and rewarded. They keep complaining of being overworked and underpaid, so an expensive and useful gift is always in order for the next promotion.
I sigh resignedly and place my hands under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Last night was again
unforgettable fun with the two men. Alex lost his clumsiness when he noticed that Danner was determined to take over, to claim me completely if given the chance. He understood that in order not to end up empty-handed, he had to push his limits. And he succeeded in doing so later on, to my great satisfaction. I reminisce about all the sweet sex we had together, Danner never disappoints me
when we are at it. When we were done, he dropped me off at home and drove Alex back to pick up his vehicle in the parking lot. Then he called me to make sure I’m okay at home. Courteous as a gentleman.
And then my thoughts wander again to Dordrich.
Oh well, maybe I shouldn’t look too much into our encounter, he was just a short passing crush. I tasted a bit of him, he was good and probably he has long forgotten about me. At home there is a beautiful
wife waiting to him, so why should his thoughts linger with me? I enjoyed it, every woman has such an experience in life, nothing special. I think.
Hunger drives me out of bed and as I’m about to prepare myself breakfast, the intercom rings.
“Miss Windrug, twenty bouquets of roses are being delivered for you. We’ll bring them up in five minutes”, I hear the receptionist saying. I look at the device in shock. Who, what?!
“O my God! Is there a card with it?”, I ask her.
“No, anonymous. You have a secret admirer”, she laughs. Well, free flowers are nice too, I guess. When they are delivered at my door, the bell boy is almost invisible behind the rose bushes. He comes in and drops them in my hall.
“Miss Windrug, the sender must be madly in love with you. These are worth a fortune!”, he
teases me. “That’s because I’m worth it. Nobody dares to send me cheap stuff”, I answer cocky. The echo of his loud laugh is still heard in the hallway a few minutes after he left. I select a few roses from the bouquets and put them in a separate vase to enjoy in my bedroom. Then I do see a card in the middle of a bouquet. It has a heart and a ‘D’ on it.
So still Dordrich!!Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
I grab my hair and let out a loud frustrating scream. I will do anything, again anything to forget
him, I promise myself. My self-regulation forbids me to mess with a married man.
This attraction is dangerous. I have to get rid of it, no matter how.
But those eyes, so addictive, so scorching, to lose myself totally in them. Maybe I should rethink this all and just once, only once, lose myself in this warm promise of unparalleled pleasure that his
kisses offered me. Only one time, enough to cherish a lifetime. Take in his sweetness so I don’t regret a missed opportunity for short happiness later on.
As I sit at the dinner table musing on how to proceed with my feelings for Dordrich, my cell
phone rings. I answer, a journalist on the phone, if I’m interested in an in-depth interview about my love life and business success. Of course I agree, more publicity means better financial results towards the end of the year. My employees are already rubbing their hands when they calculate their year-end bonus.
I invite the reporter to be at my house within an hour, end the conversation, and go to the bathroom to freshen up. When I see my reflection in the mirror again, I remember the night before staring at myself in the bathroom too. What Dordrich and I shared next, that panty-dropping kiss makes me cringe. I can feel that wonderful warmth flash through my body again, those hands that went over my breasts and
the sweetness of his kisses. A fierce war seems to have broken out between my legs.
I turn around and jump in the shower to cool off.
The journalist steps in on time and we make ourselves comfortable on the couch in the sitting room. I’m dressed in my best as usual, my makeup is done perfectly.
Her questions are prepared and calculated. “Please call me Loraine,” I offer, trying to loosen up the air between us.
“Who is your current love partner?”, she begins ambiguously. “I don’t have one”, I answer.
“You were spotted last night with World Automotive general manager, Danner Winfield”, she points out with a meaningfully look in her eyes. I smile relaxed. “An old friend”, I decline her suspicion. “You know Danner and I are inseparable. We have a business relationship and our interests often run parallel. We’re just dating occasionally”.
“We also saw you staring lovesick at media mogul Dordrich Fellogan. Is he an old friend too?”.
Now I decide to play along with her cat-and-mouse game. “Who? I don’t know him and was not aware of my staring. But you have to admit he’s a gorgeous guy, I’ve seen him in your magazines many times. He’s almost as famous as I am. Maybe you can arrange a blind date?”, I joke.
And with that, I got myself into deep trouble.