One Night in London (10 page)

“What’s wrong?” He chuckled.

“This is so beautiful.”

“Please step inside to the main area. If you think the foyer is beautiful, wait until you see the rest.” He held out his hand.

Placing my hand in his, he escorted me into the living room.

“Wow. Seriously?” I smiled.

“Seriously.” He winked.

“How big is this suite?”

“Approximately two thousand square feet.”

I was surrounded by Italian marble, furnishings, and décor. The room was impeccably decorated and the artwork on the walls spoke for itself.

“Would you like to see the bedroom?” Sebastian asked.

“Of course. I’m sure it’s bigger than my apartment.”

He narrowed his eye at me for a moment. “Yeah. I think it is.”

In the bedroom, I crawled across the luxurious extra-large king-sized bed.

“Oh my God, this is so comfortable. I’m going to sleep like a baby.” I sprawled out on my back.

“Hate to break the news to you, sweetheart, but you won’t be getting very much sleep.”

“Okay.” I grinned as I propped myself up on my elbows.

He gave me a smile and then looked at his watch. Stepping towards the bed, he leaned over and kissed me.

“As much as I want to fuck you in this bed, right now, I have that meeting to get to. I shouldn’t be more than a couple of hours. You can stay here in the room or go check out the hotel, but whatever you do, don’t leave. I don’t want you wandering around Vegas by yourself. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“There will be plenty of time for everything else over the next couple of days,” he growled.

Standing up, he pulled a money clip from his pocket that held a ridiculous wad of cash.

“Here. Take this in case you want to go down to the casino. They have some nice slot machines.”

“You don’t have to give me money. I have my own.”

“Take it, Chloe.” He arched his brow.

“If you insist.” I smiled as I took it from him.

Kissing me one last time, he walked out and went to his meeting. I’d never been in such a luxurious place in my entire life. The entire suite was simply breathtaking. The marble bathroom had an oval-shaped jet tub and an enormous glass-encased separate shower. There was a media room off the living area, which featured a built in wall HD TV and a cream-colored sectional that surrounded the room.

Holding the money that Sebastian gave me in my hand, I counted it.

“Holy mother of pearl,” I said out load. He had given me a thousand dollars.

Making my way down to the casino, I took a seat at the blackjack table. As I was sitting there with a crowd gathered around me, I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned my head, I saw Sebastian standing there.

“Hey. Is your meeting over already?”

“Already? It’s been four hours. I sent you numerous text messages and you didn’t respond,” he spoke with a hint of anger.

“Wow. Really? I’ve been sitting here for four hours?” I bit down on my bottom lip. “This is my last hand.”

“What the hell, Chloe? How much did you win?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged as the dealer dealt the final card and I won. “Woohoo!” I held my hands up in the air. “Thanks, Chuck. It’s been fun, but I have to go.”

“Congratulations, Chloe.” He smiled.

I gathered up all my chips, put them in a large cup, and handed it to Sebastian.

“Here you go.” I grinned.

“What are you doing?” He looked down at the chips.

“It’s yours. You can thank me later.” I patted his chest and started to walk away.

“Hold on a second. If I’m seeing these chips right, there has to be over five thousand dollars here.”

“Give or take a couple of hundred.”

“How the hell did you win this?”

“The sun is in Leo right now.” I smiled.

“What?” He frowned.

“Forget it. I was just lucky tonight. That’s all.”

After cashing in the chips, we went up to the suite.

“Take this,” he spoke as he handed me the money.

“No. It’s yours. You gave me money to play and I won. So I’m giving it back.”

“Fine. I’ll take back the thousand dollars I gave you and you keep the rest.”

“Seriously, Sebastian. Keep it. It was your money that won.”

Sebastian

I
couldn’t believe I was standing there arguing with her over the money that she won. Most importantly, I couldn’t believe she was refusing to take four thousand dollars. Who the fuck does that? Not any woman I’d ever known. If I had chosen to give any of the women I had been with that kind of money, they’d snatch it from my hand and run to the nearest designer store. But Chloe was different from anyone I’d ever known and I couldn’t explain why. I had felt it the night I fucked her for the first time in London. The innocence that radiated from her was pure.

“I’m not arguing with you about this. You are taking the money that you won. End of discussion. Go buy something nice with it. Maybe a painting you love and think of me every time you look at it.” I smiled as I ran my hand down her cheek.

“Fine. If it’ll shut you up, I’ll keep it.”

Arching my brow at her, I spoke, “If it’ll shut me up? I can think of something right now that will shut me up but make you scream.”

“And what’s that?” The corners of her mouth curved up.

“Oh, I think you know.” My hand slid up the short sundress she was wearing and cupped her.

She let out a light moan.

“But maybe we should eat first.” I removed my hand and walked away, grinning from ear to ear.

“I—I don’t want to eat right now,” she muttered.

“Then what do you want, Chloe?” I asked as I turned around and stood a few feet away from her.

“You. We can eat later.”

“So instead of eating dinner, you want me to fuck you?” My cock was already standing at full force.

“Yes.” A small smile crossed her lips.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes.”

I already knew she was wet. I felt the deliciousness through her panties.

“Maybe you need to feel for yourself just to be sure.”

As I stood there, I watched her as she took down the straps of her sundress, letting it fall to the ground. My God, she was perfect. Placing her hand down the front of her panties, she felt herself and my cock was already set to explode. Many women had touched themselves for me, but when she did it, it took my breath away.

“I’m very wet.” She continued to play with herself.

I swallowed hard because I couldn’t hold back. This wasn’t going to be nice and slow. It was going to be rough and hard because that was what she did to me. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. As I unbuttoned my pants, I slowly walked towards her. She took down her panties and placed her fingers on her clit, sensually rubbing herself with a seductive look on her face.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” I growled as I pulled down and stepped out of my pants.

She didn’t say a word as she stared at me. Wrapping one arm around her, I took her down on the ground, moving her hand away so I could finish the job. Stimulating her was gratifying and I could do it all night. She lay on the floor, safe in my arms as my fingers moved in and out of her. As much as I wanted to kiss her soft lips, I resisted because I wanted to watch the expression on her face when she came.

“Are you going to come?” I asked.

“Yes. Oh God yes!” she moaned as her body tightened.

Closing her eyes and with her lips parted, she let out a low groan as I felt the warmth pour from her. Her sounds were music to my ears.

“I need you now!” I climbed on top of her and thrust deep inside.

Wrapping her legs around me, her hips moved in sync. Her pussy was so hot that it was taking everything I had not to blow so soon. I needed to control myself, so I slowed down and took in the beautiful eyes that stared back at me as I slowly moved in and out of her.

“Is this what you wanted?” I smiled as I pushed a strand of hair from her forehead.

“Yes.” She smiled. “Now isn’t this much better than eating?”

“It sure is, sweetheart.” I kissed her lips and picked up the pace.

After a few hard thrusts, my cock, which was more than ready, exploded inside her.

****

Chloe

A
s he lowered his body onto mine, we lay there in an embrace, my fingers deftly running up and down his back. I was more than satisfied, at least for the time being.

“Shall we eat now?” I asked.

He lifted his head and, with a smile, he spoke, “Yes. We shall. I’m starving.”

He climbed off of me and helped me up.

“Are we going out or staying in?” I asked.

“Which do you prefer?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m good with either.”

He walked into the bedroom and pulled a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase. I followed behind, grabbing the white robe from the closet.

“How about we enjoy a nice evening in, and then we can spend the whole day tomorrow exploring Vegas?” he spoke.

“I like that idea.” I pulled my phone from my purse. “Oh, look at that. Some guy named Sebastian sent me like ten text messages.”

“You should have responded and then I wouldn’t have had to send so many.”

He walked over to the desk and grabbed the in-room dining menu from it. He took it to the couch, and I followed and sat down next to him.

“I didn’t hear my phone. I was too busy winning all that money.” I grinned.

“I figured you were at the casino, but I was still worried.”

Hearing him say he was worried struck something inside. “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m sure you can. But still, you should check your phone every once in a while. And by the way, what exactly did you mean by ‘the sun is in Leo’?”

“It’s an astrological thing. If you don’t follow it, you wouldn’t understand.”

“You follow that stuff?”

“Yep. In case you didn’t notice, my parents are throwbacks from the sixties. They are very spiritual, astrological, open people. I was brought up on it.”

He chuckled. “I bet they smoke weed too.” He looked at the menu.

“They do,” I spoke with seriousness. “And hearing you say ‘weed’ just killed me.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re so proper and formal. I was expecting you to use another word, like cannabis.”

He cocked his head as his eyes stared into mine. “Do they really smoke cannabis?”

“Yes. So if you’re over at their house some time, don’t be offended when Larry pulls it out and starts smoking it. I’m just putting you on alert now.” I smiled.

“Thanks for the heads up. Now, do you like filet? Because I noticed you aren’t a vegetarian.”

“I love filet.”

“Cooked how?”

“Medium rare.”

“Ah. A girl after my own heart. I don’t know too many women who eat their steak like that.”

“I bet you know a lot of women,” I blurted out.

“Yes. I do.” He smirked.

“And I bet you’ve been with a lot of women.” My mouth wouldn’t stop.

He glared at me for a moment. “Yes. I have.” His eye narrowed at me.

“And you never found anyone special?” I cocked my head.

“No. What’s with all the questions?”

“Nothing. I’m just surprised someone as confident, sexy, and rich as you, hasn’t latched on to someone.”

He got up from the couch and walked over to the phone.

“First of all, I don’t latch on to anyone. Second of all, relationships are off the table.”

Ouch. Double ouch. Triple ouch
. I felt that knife stabbing my heart.

“Why?”

“Because. Now I have to call our order in. So please, no more questions.”

After he finished placing the order, he walked over to the bar and opened the bottle of Prosecco the hotel generously provided upon our arrival.

“Thank you,” I spoke as he handed me a glass.

His mood had suddenly changed. Apparently, the talk of relationships was taboo. Was saying that relationships were off the table a hint to me? Was he making himself clear that whatever it was we were doing was never going to amount to anything else? I was going to forget what he said for now and enjoy the rest of our time in Vegas.

Sebastian

I
knew it wouldn’t be long before the questions were asked. What the hell was I thinking bringing her to Vegas? I knew it was a risk, but at the time, I didn’t care. As we lay in bed after another round of sex, Chloe decided she was going to take a bath.

“Would you like to join me?” she asked.

“No. You go ahead. I’m just going to go over some notes from the meeting.”

“Okay.” She smiled as she kissed me.

Watching her get out of bed and walk to the bathroom completely naked was heart-stopping. Her body was pure perfection and it was what I most desired. An unexplainable desire. Dinner was quiet. My mood had changed the minute she brought up other women, a topic that I was never going to discuss with her.

As I was flipping through my notes, I heard her softly singing in the bathtub. I couldn’t help but smile at the distraction, so I climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

“You have a beautiful singing voice.” I smiled as I stood next to the tub.

“Thanks. Have you changed your mind about joining me?”

I stood there for a moment and took in the beautiful sight in front of me.

“Yeah. I have.”

She sat up and moved towards the front while I climbed in behind her. As I wrapped my arms around her, she snuggled against me.

“What does your father do for a living?” I asked.

“He’s a street performer slash club singer.”

“Huh?” I tilted my head.

“By day, he plays his guitar and sings around the city and, by night, he performs in clubs.”

“What kind of music does he play?”

“Folk mostly.”

“And your mother?”

“She’s a spiritual advisor and she teaches yoga.”

“A what?” I asked in confusion.

“A spiritual advisor.” She turned her head and looked at me.

“Oh. Yeah. A spiritual advisor. I didn’t hear you correctly the first time.”

To me, that was odd.

“What about your parents?” she innocently asked.