“By the way, where were you last week? You just seemed to up and vanish.”
“Oh yeah, it was a family emergency. I had to head home,” she said.
“Oh, okay. I hope everything’s okay.”
“Yeah, I think so,” Jane says. She is uneasy about all the lies she’s been having to tell lately, just to save face.
Valerie leaves the change room, and Martha walks in.
“Are you okay, Jane?” she asks.
“Yeah, I think so. I don’t know. What do you think? Should I go?” she asks.
“Well, Jane, as far as I’m concerned, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It could chart the rest of your career,” Martha encourages.
“I guess so.”
“I thought you’d be more excited about this. I’m so thrilled for you.”
“Well, it’s just, you know, I don’t know how much of this is my ability and how much is because Brad feels sorry for me and wants me back. It just seems a bit icky, if you know what I mean.”
“I can see your point, Jane, but if you need to know, it was the President of Iceland who personally contacted me to request your presence. I really think it’s about your talent,” Martha explains.
“Really? The President?” Jane is surprised.
“Yup, the President. Jane, I think you’re made for big things, and you’ve yet to catch up with yourself. If you don’t go, you’ll kick yourself.”
“You’re right, Martha. I have to go. Friday you said?”
“Yes, Friday.”
Chapter 50
The next day, Jane wakes up and showers. She feels excited about the change of events. The only challenge she has now is paying her rent. She is too ashamed to speak to anyone about it. She’s not sure what to do.
Her Mom calls.
“Hi, dear, how are you doing?”
“Not bad. Much better than on Sunday. I’ve been asked to go to Iceland to dance, Mom. Really! The President asked and everything!” Jane explains.
Jane’s mom asks her tons of questions, including how she ever got hooked up with such an elite crowd. Jane partly lies, saying someone noticed her at the last event and wanted to know more about her.
“Well, I bought your plane ticket, darling. I can’t wait to see you. You know, honestly, I’m glad you’re coming home. I get so worried about you being in the big city.”
“Well, is there any way to postpone the ticket, Mom? Now that this opportunity has come my way, I am not sure what’s going to happen. I suppose I shouldn’t give up quite yet, eh?”
“I guess not, dear. Okay, I’ll see if I can cancel it.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
They continue their conversation, but Jane doesn’t mention anything about the money. She figures she will have to sort something out in another way. She doesn’t want her mother to worry.
There is a knock at the door again.
“Mom, I have to go. Someone’s here. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Yes, of course, dear.”
Jane goes to answer the door. It’s someone with a large bouquet of red and white roses.
“Are you Ms. Jane Bryden?”
“Yes.”
“These are from Brad Halliwell. Can you sign here?” the delivery driver asks.
Jane brings the flowers in and smells them. They’re just like the ones from the night they were together.
There is an envelope with a note. She opens it.
‘Dearest Jane, Thank you for being such a wonderful woman. I miss you. If you don’t mind, I will be in Iceland, and as I promised, I have put $1 million in your account. Thank you for spending the week with me. Love, Brad.’
Jane nearly faints. She can’t believe Brad did this. She was not expecting it, especially because she cut the visit short. She cries with tears of joy and relief.
She lays on her bed in disbelief. She can stay in New York, as a ballerina.
And in love with Brad.
She can’t believe how everything has just turned around in such a short period of time. She now feels guilty for ever doubting Brad, and that she hadn’t trusted the feelings of love she had for him.
He’s been nothing but consistent with her, and all she’s done is keep running away from him. She wishes she could get in touch with him somehow.
She picks up the phone to call the hotel where they stayed.
“Is Brad Halliwell still there?” she asks the front desk.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, we can’t give out private information,” says the clerk.
“Of course. Can I speak with John… umm… oh I can’t remember his last name. The guy who does the books there.”
“Oh, yes. May I let him know who is calling?”
“Yes, it’s Jane, Brad’s guest.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She waits for a moment until John comes on the line.
“Jane? Oh my gosh? Are you okay?” asks John urgently.
“Yes, I’m fine, thank you! More than fine,” Jane replies.
Jane goes on to explain her side of things and everything that has happened.
“Oh, good, Jane. I’m relieved, but Brad isn’t here. He left yesterday, and no one knows where to. I think all the media buzz has been getting to him.”
“Okay, thanks, John. It’s been really great getting to know you.”
“Likewise, my dear. Take good care of yourself, okay? I hope I get to see you again soon.”
“Me too, John. Bye for now.”
Jane hangs up and feels disheartened. She sees no option but to be patient until Friday. She can hardly wait. She feels so grateful that Brad hasn’t given up on her. He must be suffering by himself. She wishes she could hold him, cuddle up to him, and make him feel loved right now. She can only imagine how it must feel going through all this, the whole world misjudging him and making him out to be a bad guy.
To preoccupy herself, she decides to go shopping. She wants to find a number that Brad will love, and with the money he gave her, that is more than possible. She walks down Fifth Avenue in jeans and a t-shirt, loving that no one knows she is a now millionaire.
She walks into a store with fancy dresses and realizes this is not her at all. She hates heels, and she knows she will stain the expensive fabric. She goes to another store, more casual, but with clothes made with natural silk. Too delicate for her.
The next store she goes into is one that specializes in funky nouveau clothes from Japan. They are perfect for her form—they each have a unique, handmade, quirky design of inked flowers on them. Plus, they are revealing enough to suit her purpose, too.
She picks out a dress with the back wide open, the hemline falling just above the line of her ass. It is form-fitting and outlines her breasts beautifully. It is made of a silver, satiny fabric.
She puts on long earrings made of diamonds and does her hair up so only a few tendrils are hanging down.
“Wow, you look so sexy and elegant, Ms. Bryden. What is the occasion if I may ask?” the clerk asks.
“Iceland with a very special gentleman,” says Jane, glowing with pride.
“Well, he is one lucky man.”
“I’m one lucky woman,” she says. “Please wrap these up for me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter 51
Brad had to leave the island. There had been far too many phone calls and people traveling there just to harass him. Everyone seemed to have an opinion, and no one wanted to hear his side of things.
His lawyer suggested he go to Iceland to take a break and get away from everyone, so he left on the next plane out and without letting anyone know.
All Brad can think about is Jane. Is she mad at him? Will he ever see her again? Is she going to move on to someone else? Is she deeply hurt?
It pains him to think that she is suffering because of all of this, but she won’t answer his calls. He can’t risk her getting his number because then it could get leaked.
He arranges a ballet event in Iceland just t
o get her there, and he desperately wants to see her again.
When he arrives in Iceland, he goes to a private spa to re-group. He needs to rejuvenate and get his head on straight.
A personal assistant hand-delivers him a note. It’s a message from the dance instructor saying she had a chance to speak with Jane. She was in a lot of pain, but she is better now. She will be coming on Friday to the event.
Brad is thrilled and relieved at the same time. He really wants to make this visit special and hopes they can reconcile.
He goes up to his room and makes some calls. He’s going to plan a huge gala party in honor of Jane. He wants everyone to see how wonderful and beautiful she is, and that she is what matters in his life.
He books the best hotel where they host events with chocolate fountains, ice sculptures, and a live orchestra. He will have a special room just for her and a room to access for their private time together.
They will get a couple’s massage, and he will ask the masseuse to leave while Jane is there, naked on the table. He will take an ice cube in his mouth, stroke it down her back, stopping it at her ass, and letting it sit and drip down there.
He will take another ice cube in his hand and let it melt, stroking it around her pussy while he sticks his cool fingers inside her. He wants to hold her belly while he moves his hand in and out of her, fisting her deeper and deeper.
God, his mind is filled with all the things he wants to do to her to make her so happy. He’d take another ice cube in his mouth and move it around her pussy, driving her crazy while scratching her gorgeous back lightly with his nails. He wants to mark her as his so everyone at the party will know she has just been fucked by him, unabashed and unashamed.
He can’t wait to see her again. As he thinks about all this, he strokes his cock so fast and hard, he spews all over the bed, imagining Jane lying there on her belly, her ass in the air while he pumps his cock in her. He looks in the mirror and loves his body.
Though the world is trying to bring him down, he knows he’s got a lot to offer. He’s a catch, and no one will be able to get in his way.
There is a knock at the door.
“Room service,” a woman’s voice says in an Icelandic accent.
Room service? Brad didn’t order room service.
“You’ve got the wrong room,” Brad says aloud, feeling annoyed she’s disturbed his bliss.
“Mr. Halliwell, room 1301?”
“Yes.”
“Room service is for you,” she says again.
“Jesus Christ,” Brad mutters. He reaches over for his bath robe and goes to the door.
He opens it and there is a tall, blonde woman with big tits wearing next to nothing. She pushes a tray into the room.
“Special gift from your lawyer, Mr. Halliwell,” she says, pushing him against the wall, opening his robe and going on her knees to suck him. She sticks his cock in her mouth and pushes her head in and out. It feels so good, and he gets confused, still imagining Jane there.
He groans and moans, then looks down and sees this woman with her gorgeous tits. He realizes it isn’t Jane and goes soft.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like my sucking?” she pouts.
“No, you’re hot. Really, you are. I’m just in love with someone, and what you’re doing doesn’t work for me anymore. I’m sure you’d be a good lay,” Brad says, trying to settle himself down.
“Here’s a thousand dollar tip. Go treat yourself to something special.”
“Well, you’re the easiest customer I’ve ever had,” she says, taking the money and leaving.
“Fuck,” Brad tells himself. “What wouldn't I do for Jane?”
He goes back to the bed to finish himself off, thinking of Jane sucking him off with her beautiful mouth and sexy body. He loves that her tits are small. He can’t wait to see her again, to fuck her silly, and give her everything she’s ever wanted.
He keeps stroking himself until he comes all over his hand, and it squirts up into the air. God, how he wants to make her squirt.
He can imagine what it will be like to turn her into a wild woman just for him. They won’t ever get out of bed or get things done. They will just fuck like bunnies, all day long. Brad loves the thought of that.
The phone rings. Brad answers, and it takes him out of his bubble.
“That crazy woman? What the hell is she up to now? Deal with it, man. I’m telling you, I can’t take this any longer. Who do I have to pay to take care of this madness?”
Chapter 52
Jane is so excited to see Brad. She is counting the days until she gets to see him. She has no idea if he knows how she feels about him, or if he thinks she is upset with him.
She is so concerned about him. Where is he staying? Is he afraid? Are people harassing him? She wishes she could hold him close to her and take it all away for him. Oh, it feels like torment not being able to speak with him.
Jane goes to bed early each night to catch up on her beauty sleep, and because she really doesn’t know what else to do with the nervous energy.
On the night before she leaves for Iceland, she has a strange dream. She is taken to this faraway place, a remote island in the South Pacific. She walks through bushes until she finds a clearing. It’s an old temple covered in moss. It looks absolutely magical and smells so refreshing.
In the dream, everything seems to come to life—the colors, the smells, and even the textures.
In the distance, she sees Brad. Jane’s heart flutters, and she runs up to see him. Getting closer, she sees that Brad isn’t wearing anything. He is completely naked, but instead of being happy to see Jane, he is sitting on a stone bench sobbing.
This totally confuses Jane. Why doesn’t he see she is there? Doesn’t he know she misses him and is so happy to see him?
She goes up to him and puts her hand on his shoulder. He is sweaty, and it feels like there is dirt on him. It’s as if he has been there for ages, alone, lost, and working hard.
“Brad? Brad, it’s me, Jane. I’m here! You’re not alone anymore.”
Brad looks up to her with red eyes and stares right into hers. He blinks.
“Jane? Is that really you? Where have you been?”
“I don’t know, Brad, but I’m here now.”
He leans over onto her shoulder and sobs more. “I miss you, Jane. I miss you.”
“I miss you, too, Brad. I really do,” Jane says, tipping his chin up so she can kiss him.
He reaches back in desperation to feel her cool, soft, supple skin.
“You are an angel, Jane. You really are. I don’t know where I’ve been all my life without you,” he says.
Just as Jane is about to lean into Brad and start kissing him all over, she wakes up. She is sweating, partly from arousal and partly from feeling like she just returned from a jungle setting in the dream.
Jane sits up and starts crying, feeling the pain of Brad’s loneliness, not only right now but throughout his whole life. She really gets that he has been battling on his own, with no one really getting him. Jane feels so sorry for him, wishing she could show him that she knows his heart and how lovable he is.
She understands for the first time what he saw in her and why he has fallen for her. She is his angel.
Jane’s heart beats quickly, and she feels an urgency to see Brad. She is powerless, though, and feels completely incapable of doing anything about it.
The only way she can handle these feelings of love and intimacy is to take out the finger vibrator he gave her. It vibrates so fast, she’s concerned that it will be too intense for her. Instead, she starts playing with herself first to warm herself up, thinking of Brad’s muscles and sweaty body in the dream.
How she wishes she could have pushed him down on the stone bench and crawled on top of him, taking her top off so he could grab her tits in his hands and rub them, getting the nipples harder and harder.
She would take the end of his hard cock and rub it around her clit and the opening to her v
agina, thrusting herself deep on top of him. Then she’d pull out fully, getting him horny and wanting even more while she gets dripping wet.
She would hold his cock at the base with a tight grip, riding him up and down, driving him wild. He would press so deep inside her, pushing at her g-spot, getting her so revved up that she would scream at the top of her lungs in the temple, knowing no one could hear them. It would echo through eternity.
As Jane imagines all this, she puts on the finger vibrator and lightly touches it on her labia and clit, stimulating her immediately. It sends shock waves through her body and she starts shaking. She can hardly contain herself as she imagines Brad’s hot, dripping body, desperately fucking her in the tropics filled with wild animals and exotic birds.
Jane takes her other hand and pushes it in and out of her. The finger vibrator on full speed sends intense tingles up her spine and a flush of energy to her head.
She curls her back up off the bed, digging her hips into the mattress as she lets out a flood of juices all over the sheets, more than she’s ever seen before. She isn’t sure if she just peed everywhere, but she doesn’t care. It feels like the best ecstasy she has ever had.
Jane lays there, exhausted and satisfied, thinking only of when she can see Brad and hold him in her arms again. That dream showed her they are meant to be together, and she is now fully convinced of it.
Chapter 53
The next morning, Jane heads out to the spa to get her hair and makeup done. She wants to look as beautiful as she can when she arrives in Iceland to see Brad.
A limo arrives to pick her up. Inside there is a bottle of white wine from Bali and a fresh bouquet of roses.
They drive to his private jet. Around them is a group of activists protesting against him. They carry placards saying, ‘You can’t escape child support,’ ‘You have no excuses, Brad. Pay up,’ and ‘Even billionaires have to follow the rules.’
Jane is horrified. She knows in her heart that Brad is innocent and she wishes she could march right up to everyone, tell them the truth, and make them stop. He doesn’t deserve this.
She feels so sorry for Brad and the terrible way he is being attacked. She gets out of the limo and everyone starts yelling at her, thinking Brad is in there with her.
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