“Are you okay?” I heard Drake say, shaking me awake from my reverie.
“Yes,” I barely whispered. My face might have turned white or something.
“Maybe you need to sit down…” he suggested. I simply nodded and let him lead me to a nearby table.
He got me a glass of water and looked truly concerned about my welfare. Was this his true character? Or had he changed already? I had no way of knowing. After that incident, I had kept mostly to myself until graduation day. When I’d gone to college, I’d only kept in touch with Lauren and no one else.
“Perhaps you should rest,” Drake said. “I’ll take you to your cabin.”
We walked in silence toward my cabin. He’d taken off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders, over my own coat. I could already feel the color returning to my cheeks. In my mind, I kept telling myself that past was past. More than a decade had already passed by.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” he asked once we were outside the door.
“Yes, thanks,” I said, smiling.
We stood there gazing into each other’s eyes, our bodies silently communicating. I could feel tension building up in the air, drawing us closer, pushing our temperatures to extreme levels despite the blowing cold.
Without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me, our lips immediately locking upon each other, fervent and rough. We kissed passionately, all our pent-up emotions exploding all at once. Even the negative feelings that had been bothering me earlier seemed to meld with the physical attraction that I could no longer deny, swirling together in one, intensifying every sensation.
His hand groped for the doorknob and we quickly stumbled backward into the room, all the while kissing heatedly. We took off our jackets rapidly, impatient to get our hands on each other, to feel the touch of skin against skin.
In the silence of the dark room, our raspy breathing could be heard, mixed with groans and moans of pleasure as our hands explored each other’s bodies. The warmth of his breath mixed with the dampness of his tongue and lips tickled my neck and ardently aroused me.
He sat on the edge of the bed, with just a tiny sliver of moonlight illuminating our faces from the window. Quickly, he unzipped my dress and took it off my shoulders. It gracefully fell past my entire body and down to the floor, exposing me in my undergarments. For a short while, he paused to admire me. Then in a few seconds, he’d taken off my bra while lifting me off the floor and onto his lap.
I straddled him without hesitation while he licked and played with my breasts. I could feel his manhood growing underneath me, rubbing strongly against my mounting wetness, teasing, stimulating. Suddenly, I could feel his fingers slipping into my underwear, wiggling past the folds and searching for my soft spot. He began massaging my tender area with his fingers, teasing in a circling motion and then pushing further and deeper repeatedly.
It was heaven. I seemed to have lost all sense of logic or even awareness of where I was or what I was doing. I was simply going with the natural tendencies of my body, reacting nakedly to his stimulations. Climbing higher and higher into ultimate ecstasy, my breathing became faster, coming in short and frequent pulses. I arched my back as he fingered me expertly, making me scream with the intense pleasure that burst across my limbs.
My climax came and stayed quite long, making my knees turn into jelly. I almost fell off his lap, but he supported my back with his strong hand. Quickly, I straightened up, took off his tie and began undoing the buttons of his long-sleeved polo. He helped me do it faster and in one swift motion threw aside the clothing. I was greeted with the sight of his bulky chest. I pushed him then, causing him to drop to the bed on his back. I followed on top of him, kissing his neck and chest, exploring the muscular surfaces of his arms.
Little by little, I moved downward, obviously exciting him. I loved seeing him squirm, his eyes begging. I tried to hold it off a bit more, but it wasn’t long. I couldn’t resist anymore, too. I opened his zip and pulled down his pants along with his underwear.
I gave him a blow job the best way I knew how. And by the sound of his moans and groans, he was getting pleasured real badly. It pushed me to keep on, to do better, to keep licking him while my hands worked their magic.
When I went up for air, he suddenly pushed me to his side, making me land on the bed. He climbed on top of me. I wanted to pull him down, eager to feel him inside of me. He teased me first and made me want him more by caressing the outside of my opening with the tip of his rock-hard shaft. I almost wanted to say “please.” But then, he shifted his position and entered me little by little, making me feel every inch of his entire length. My mouth opened instinctively as the combined pain and pleasure engulfed me.
He went deeper, harder. I could feel him pushing against my walls, filling me completely. Ecstasy took over my mind and body as we moved in unison.
At one point I thought he was going to climax already. But perhaps he didn’t want to yet. He paused and took out his penis, then flipped me over. He reentered me from the back in doggie style, holding me still while he thrusted into me over and over again. I could feel him digging deeper, making me rise in carnal gratification.
The intensity became stronger. We shifted to a sideward position, still connected. He kissed my hair, my neck, my ears. I was totally lost in bliss.
We went back to the missionary position. I was nearing another climax. Breathing heavily, he shoved into me while my moans got louder. We peaked at the same time in a sudden eruption of colossal pleasure, all our emotions and questions bursting at the seams and pouring out. It was an amazing release for both of us.
As we lay side by side on the bed, both spent, I felt a sense of renewed serenity washing over me. I turned toward him. His eyes were closed but there was a small smile on his face. I could tell that he felt the same way—whatever it was that had been bothering him had vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure and peace.
CHAPTER 11
DRAKE
I could feel the sunlight on my face even before I opened my eyes. The whole scene from the previous evening replayed on my mind. My first instinct was to reach out to the beautiful woman lying down beside me. She wasn’t there, though.
My eyes shot open. That’s when I saw her standing in front of the dresser, drying her golden brown tresses. She was already dressed and ready for the day’s events.
I was about to speak when she suddenly turned around. I almost gasped when I saw her wearing a pair of eyeglasses. At that very moment, an image of a geeky girl from high school flickered in my mind. It was a memory I had long buried. But now it came back to me in vivid color.
It can’t be, I said to myself. I shifted to a sitting position and peered closer. That’s the only time she noticed that I was already awake. Startled, she quickly took off her glasses and smiled awkwardly at me.
“Hey, there,” she said a little bit shyly.
“Hey,” I greeted back. I was still quite shaken. The image hadn’t left me and now, as I gazed at the woman in front of me, I could actually see the resemblance.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she joked as she fluffed her waves around her shoulders. The hair was definitely different. Her gorgeous tan now also made her seem a whole lot different than when she’d been a pale nerdy girl with freckles on her cheeks. The freckles were still visible, though, but not as prominent.
I stood up to get dressed, still staring at her. She suddenly seemed to feel uncomfortable. She disappeared into the bathroom for a while. I couldn’t help following and peeking, and that was when I saw her putting on her contact lenses. Quickly, I stepped back out.
She rushed out of the bathroom, and then grabbed her jacket and purse. “I have to go, Drake. I don’t want to be late. Please just lock the door when you leave.” Before I could say anything, she left the room in a hurry.
I stood there half-naked, stumped. Was it really Geeky Georgie from high school? A shiver ran down my spine as I
vaguely recalled how I’d taken part in her big humiliation during prom night. Guilt crept into my heart. It was so long ago and had been insignificant to me until now. High school was high school, after all.
Did she even know it’s me? And yet she still slept with me. Perhaps she’d long forgiven me or forgotten about the incident. It probably didn’t matter, anymore.
Later that day, as I entertained inquirers at our booth, my thoughts drifted back to Dr. Georgia Hill. I couldn’t believe it was really her. First of all, she was now drop-dead gorgeous with no traces of geekiness except perhaps for her being a bright and passionate doctor. Second, she’d actually become a successful, rather confident woman who knew what she wanted. Third, I was greatly besotted by this new Georgia.
I decided to take a break. As I drank my coffee at the al fresco dining area of the resort’s main building, I contacted one of my former classmates back in high school who was now an employee in my father’s company.
“I know this may sound strange…” I started. “But do you happen to have a copy of our graduation yearbook from Windfield High? Can you please look up a Georgia Hill and send me a snapshot?”
Eli, my classmate, seemed to choke on the other line. He then coughed and tried to keep from laughing. “Sure. But what would you want with Geeky Georgie’s picture?!”
My heart began to beat real fast. I felt beads of sweat breaking out from my forehead. “You’re sure that Geeky Georgie’s real name is Georgia Hill?”
“Yeah, why?”
I ignored his question, but instead went on asking. “You know what happened to her after high school or where she is now?”
He now seemed totally puzzled by my questions. He couldn’t understand where I was coming from. “Well, from what I’ve heard, she dropped off the face of the earth. Nobody knows where she went except for her friend Lauren. She isn’t even on any social media platform, as far as I know.”
“Okay, thanks,” I said abruptly. Before he could say or ask anything else, I added, “Just send me the snapshot. Thanks, man.”
I put the phone down and waited, my breathing becoming irregular. I couldn’t understand why I should get worried. She’d probably known all along that it was me and yet she had not cared… Unless she was planning to dupe me or use me in some way…
Now that got me thinking. It’s sensible to assume that something so juvenile could easily be forgotten, that it wasn’t worth any effort for revenge. But then, I’ve read about numerous adults who have carried grudges way back from their childhood days.
A ping made me jump. I checked my phone immediately and almost dropped it when I saw the graduation photo of Georgia Hill who was in my same class. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t recalled her full name.
Georgia’s picture showed her without her glasses, which showed off her beautiful eyes. Her hair was straight and dull, limping slightly and framing her face in a way that made her look as if she wanted to hide. Her smile was awkward, with her lips pursed. She probably didn’t want to show her braces.
My eyes scanned every detail. The eyebrows were also different. But the nose, chin, and cheekbones were a perfect match. She was wearing makeup in the photo, which accentuated her lovely features and made her look more like the present Georgia.
My hand clapped over my mouth automatically. What a revelation.
Suddenly, a part of me wanted to shrink and shrivel and never show myself again to the woman who had been too kind and polite to shove the truth to my face. She didn’t deserve such humiliation. Thinking about it now, I felt very, very guilty. Even then, she had not deserved such treatment. All she had done was be nice to me. She even helped me pass Math and eventually graduate.
“Shit, shit,” I muttered as I paced back and forth.
I heard her voice then, which made my heart leap. For the first time in my life, I felt serious regret weighing me down. I strode out of the balcony and that’s when I saw her chatting with some other doctors. They were deep in conversation, and she was actually leading it, giving them information that they were drinking in eagerly. Their eyes were bright with interest as they listened to her.
Impulsively, I stepped back into the shadows so that she won’t catch me staring. I dialed the number of the personal assistant my father had assigned to me. I’d insisted then that I would never have the need for one, but now I did.
She picked up at once. I gave her specific instructions, thanked her, and then put the phone down. I returned to our company booth casually as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Georgia wasn’t around anymore. I was sort of relieved, though I knew I would need to face her again soon. Tonight, to be exact. I had to talk to her about this, or risk losing her and losing my mind.
CHAPTER 12
GEORGIA
It had been quite a day, and I was way tired. Nevertheless, it was all worth it. The talks and discussions gave me in-depth knowledge about new medical practices I could apply in my own specialization. The whole thing still excited me. I was far from reaching my ultimate dreams and goals.
As I trudged back to my cabin, hands shoved in the pockets of my jacket, the cold wind blowing in my face and making my hair whip around, I thought of Drake. I wondered where he was and why I hadn’t seen him.
His absence was giving me mixed signals and emotions. Partly I was sad and annoyed because it seems like he was only after getting into my pants. But there was also a part of me that felt relieved because he’s obviously a “ghost from the past” that I should just get rid of completely. Besides, he would only serve as a distraction in my career journey.
When I opened the door to my cabin, I gasped. The entire room had been filled with bouquets of flowers—different kinds, different colors. The ceiling had also been covered by white and light blue balloons. I felt like I’d been transported to a flower shop.
Frozen in shock, I didn’t move for a few seconds. Then my eyes shifted to a single red rose on the bed with an attached card. Slowly I walked forward and opened it with trembling fingers.
Dr. Hill, Could you step outside and accompany me to dinner? – Drake Walton
The message was plain and simple. I was confused for a while, but I blindly followed the instructions. I went out of the room and looked out.
He was standing there donning a simple sweater and jeans underneath a casual windbreaker, leaning against some kind of car with his arms folded across his chest.
Without thinking, I went down to meet him, my heart burning with passion.
He straightened up upon seeing me. “Hello, Georgia,” he said. “Did you get my note?”
“Yes,” I answered, wondering what this was all about. “Mind telling me what’s happening? What’s with the flowers and balloons and… and…” I peeked behind him and saw the white buggy he’d brought along. “What is that?!”
He moved to the side and showed me the buggy, a small motorized vehicle that was open on the sides but had a roof. It was built for different types of terrains, so it seemed like he was planning on taking me somewhere.
“This is a buggy,” he said. “We’re going to ride it. I rented it for tonight.”
“Really? What for?” I looked at it curiously. I’d never been on one before, though I have seen pictures of it in the past.
“Hop on, Georgia,” he said, motioning for me to climb into it. He took my hand and guided me as I did. Then he went to the driver’s seat and started the engine.
“Is this even allowed in here?” I wondered out loud.
He only chuckled. “Relax, it’s still early in the evening. We’re not disturbing anyone.”
There were actually some people still wandering about. They were now looking at us with great interest.
Without another word, Drake drove off into the woods, following a trail that was lit up with some makeshift lights hanging from trees.
“Aren’t there dangerous animals here or something?” I asked once we were deep in the woods. I felt like we had already gone far f
rom civilization.
“No, this is still part of Everland Mountain Lodge. They’ve made sure to keep dangerous animals away, which is why there are boundaries around the entire land.”
“Alright,” I said, though not fully convinced. “But where are you taking me, anyway?”
“We’re nearing it,” was all he said, sounding mysterious but piquing my curiosity.
Soon we came upon an opening where a rustic cabin-like structure had been built. It looked a little worn, but was charming still. There were vines and flowers crawling on its exterior walls. The roof appeared to be made of glass and it was shaped like a dome.
Drake parked the car and assisted me in going down. He took my hand and invited me into the structure. “This used to be a quaint café, but it isn’t operational anymore.”
“So why are we here?”
“Because I want to have privacy,” was his simple answer. Something about his words sent electric currents shooting across my body.
Looking around, I had to admit it was all sort of romantic. He had something up his sleeve, and I was dying of curiosity already.
When we went in, I was surprised to see that the interior was actually spacious especially without any furniture anywhere except for a glass table and two matching chairs in the center. There was a lovely centerpiece with classic candelabras. The lit candles added a soft, dreamy glow to the entire scene. There were also micro LED lights hanging around the walls, adding to the somehow magical ambiance of the place.
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