by Layla Arts
Her hands gripped my shoulders, pulling herself up to a better angle. I lifted her from the counter and turned, so she was pressed against the wall. Her head fell on my shoulder as I continued my sensual assault. I nipped at her neck and could hear soft whimpers leaving her mouth.
“This is the farthest thing from romantic, but it's so fucking hot like this,” I whispered. I pounded into her relentlessly, and she bit on my shoulder to keep herself from screaming out.
“Oh, fuck.” She breathed out raggedly.
We were both so close, and I didn't know how much longer we could hold on. I wanted to stay in this moment with her forever; it was so erotic.
“Fuck, Hadrian,” Vicky said while she pushed her nails further into my flesh.
I cursed a bit too loud, but I couldn't remember why I had wanted to stay quiet. A moan left her lips, and I kissed her immediately. “Say my name, babe,” I demanded. Vicky moaned my name, her words began to fail the closer she got. “Come with me,” I said, and she nodded in confirmation.
I felt sweat coming through her laced t-shirt, and I held the fabric between my fingers. She rested her head against the wall, and I quickened the pace. Louder groans were falling from her lips; I fucking lived for that sound.
Her walls clenched around me, spilling into the condom as she moaned a jumbled rendition of my name. Her hands fell weakly to her sides, and I turned to place her back on the counter.
“Thanks, love,” I said while kissing her nose. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I added while kissing different places on her face. I finished with a long lasting kiss on her incredibly soft mouth.
“It was just sex, Hadrian,” she told me, and she put her shoes back on.
“Sex with you isn't just sex,” I immediately pointed out. “Ready?” I asked after we had both dressed. She nodded, and we walked to the door. I unlocked it, and when I opened the door, I was met with a face I hadn't seen in such a long time. Vicky bumped against my body when I stopped, but she kept quiet.
“Nate, what are you doing here?” I asked in panic.
“Flying. What else, mate?” Nate joked around.
“Never mind.” I waved him off. “We were just heading back to our seats.” I beamed attempting to move past Nate quickly. He placed a hand on my shoulder, a silent gesture to inform me that he wasn't finished talking to me.
“Who's that?” he questioned me. “Don't be a total bloke, and introduce me.” I rolled my eyes when Nate wasn't looking, and I placed my hand on Vicky's back gently.
“Nate, Vicky. Vicky, Nate.” I quickly introduced them.
“Hi!” Nate said while he shook her hand politely. “Hadrian, friend, can I ask you a question?” Nate said, and he returned his attention towards me. It confused me that Nate was even interested in Vicky; the only woman he ever showed interest in was Lauren. I had met her once when I was in New York City and visiting Nate, but that was also the last time I saw Nate outside work.
I whispered to Vicky that she could walk back to our seats and that I'd return shortly.
“Yes?” I asked him nicely, getting impatient.
“You're bringing someone to New York with you? For Christmas?” I nodded at his words. “Well, Lauren and I are heading back to LA in about three weeks, for a short vacation. What about we go golfing together with our girls? I suppose she is your girl, yeah?”
“We aren't official,” I informed him. “But we can go golfing, she would love to join us.”
“Great.” Nate breathed out. “We'll have to catch up after Christmas.”
“Sure,” I said. “Have a good day,” I muttered before leaving my old business partner.
I arrived back to our seats, but I noticed that a random guy was seated next to Vicky and was trying to explain something to her. I furrowed my eyebrows, and I locked eyes with Vicky when she saw me standing next to our seats. The man who was talking to her turned his head around, and he glanced up at me. I looked to Vicky, it was clear she wasn't impressed with whatever kind of shit this guy was pulling with her.
“What are you doing?” I spat harshly.
“Talking to this chick, man,” he answered me cockily.
“Call my girl a 'chick' one more time, and I won't hesitate to slit your throat.” I seethed. “Now get the hell out of my seat.”
The guy scurried out of my seat and down the aisle without as much as a glance back at Vicky. I sat down, and she placed her hand delicately on my knee. It pleased me that she hated that guy as much as I did, and she was trying to reassure me of her loyalty to me.
“It's moments like this that I definitely own you,” I spoke cockily. Vicky smiled and nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck.
24
Vicky West
“Welcome to New York City, baby.” Hadrian lightly kissed the top of my head as we walked out of the airport.
We quickly got into a black town car that had been waiting for us and drove through the bustling streets. I stared in awe at everything around me; New York was so beautiful, unlike anything I had ever seen before.
We arrived in the afternoon, and it surprised me how wonderful everything was. I stared at Hadrian, and then back in front of me, there was snow – actual snow. I couldn’t comprehend that this was it. I was actually here – in New York City – with Hadrian.
“It’s so gorgeous, Hadrian,” I said cheerfully. “These are going to be the most amazing three days of my life.” I wasn’t expecting to be so excited so early; we haven’t even seen anything yet.
I simply couldn’t contain my excitement, and by the look of satisfaction written on Hadrian’s face, I didn’t want to.
Hadrian lifted my hand from the leather seat, and lightly kissed my knuckles, pulling me out of my reverie. “This is too much, Hadrian,” I said, leaning my forehead against his and closing my eyes in an attempt to capture this moment in my memory. “You do so much for me, I can’t even comprehend it all.”
“Vicks,” Hadrian replied in a soft tone, pulling his face back to look at me. “I want this, so I do this.”
“I feel like I owe you something, but I have nothing to offer you,” I confessed.
“You don’t owe me anything, babe. I just wanted you here with me. Enjoy yourself; that’s all I want,” he spoke to me, placing a soft kiss on my temple to soothe my worries.
I stared out the window the whole time, badgering Hadrian about what I was seeing. He had already seen everything there was to see in New York – many times – so he just sat back and laughed while I had my nose pressed to the glass. He had the patience of an eighty-year-old, while I squealed like a child who was visiting Disneyworld for the first time.
We stopped in front of a very tall, luxurious building, which I assumed was our hotel. Hadrian got out quickly, offering me his hand, and helped me out of the car. Our luggage was being carried inside, and Hadrian placed his hand delicately on my back as he showed me in.
“Mr. Smith, always a pleasure to see you.” A man spoke and proffered Hadrian his gloved hand.
“Thanks, Pedro,” Hadrian said very formally, shaking the man’s hand. “Is the suite ready?”
“Just how you like it, Mr. Smith. It will be like you never left,” Pedro told us. “Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Smith.” He turned his attention toward me, and I must have had a look of terror on my face because the man instantly frowned.
“S-she isn’t my wife.” Hadrian stuttered.
“We aren’t married, sir. I’m Vicky West,” I said while reaching out my hand for him to take.
“How embarrassing of me. My apologies, Miss West.” Pedro excused himself. “Let’s forget this ever happened and focus on escorting you to your suite.” He walked us over to elevator number three, swiping a card and pressing the top button: P.
“There have been some interior renovations, sir. Nothing major, they just added a glass staircase,” Pedro informed Hadrian. “Room service operates twenty-four hours, and I’m also available for you anytime, sir. I assume you’ll b
e visiting the Blue Moon while you’re here. Just call before you come down and I will have your car ready.”
“Thanks, Pedro. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some unpacking to do.” Hadrian smirked at me before turning back to Pedro. He nodded, and returned to the elevator.
The suite was more beautiful than I had imagined; beyond the grandeur of the living room or kitchen, a picturesque wall of glass faced the skyline of New York City. My hand grazed the fabric of the L-shaped couch as I stared out the window. The view was breath-taking, and I couldn’t imagine any moment in my life to ever exceed the gratitude I was feeling right now. I was staying in what could only be referred to as a palace in style, with a man who completely consumed my body and soul, and I could do nothing but feel grateful for whatever I had done in my life to deserve this.
“What is the Blue Moon?” I asked Hadrian when I felt his arms slip around my waist.
“Blue Moon is a club; a friend of mine owns it. I always go to a show whenever I’m in town. It’s kind of like the Empire, but temptation plays a bigger role in this club. They really keep focus on the show by not exposing too much skin.” Hadrian lowered his face, and I felt his breath hitting my neck. “I let you reveal skin. I like to see a lot of skin.”
“That’s good for you,” I said, squirming out of his grasp. “Don’t even start, I don’t want to have sex right now.”
“Why not, love?”
“Because we did it on the plane, and I smell awful. I need to have a shower, unpack everything, and then I’m all yours.” I informed Hadrian politely. He nodded, and he walked over to press a kiss on my forehead.
“Can you unpack my suitcase as well? I’m going to get us tickets for the show tonight.”
“Sure.”
“Thanks, love. I should be back soon, it won’t take too long.” He put his coat on, wrapped a scarf around his neck, and was on his way. It was a lot colder here than I had ever experienced.
I had taken a quick – but much needed – refreshing shower, and was now sitting on the bed unpacking mine and Hadrian’s suitcases. I had made separate piles for each of our stuff and got up to put it in the walk-in closet adjoined to our room.
I glanced at the clock that hung on the wall beside the television; it had been two hours since Hadrian left. I thought he said it shouldn’t take long?
I was the last person to keep tabs on people. Usually, I didn’t care what other people were doing, but I didn’t know New York City and Hadrian said he wouldn’t take long. I continued taking our stuff into the closet and hanging them up neatly, but a loud buzz distracted me as it rang out through the suite.
I walked into the living area, peering down the short hallway to the elevator where a small light was flashing next to the call button. A key was required to enter the suite, so either Hadrian or I had to permit access. As I moved closer to the elevator, I could see a small monitor built into the wall. It connected to the elevator camera and showed Pedro standing patiently in the elevator.
I pressed the green flashing button, which showed on the monitor to be some sort of telecom. “Hello?” I spoke into the small speaker, and I saw Pedro smile. So he can hear me.
He looked at the camera that was hanging in the corner of the elevator, and he showed me a massive box he was holding.
“I have something here for you, Miss West.”
“What is it?”
“It looks to be a gift.”
“How do I let you in?”
“Press the accept button on the monitor, Miss West,” he informed me – God, I felt like a putz.
After a few seconds, the elevator doors slid open, and Pedro appeared. He smiled at me as I quickly stepped away from the monitor. I probably should have put some clothes on, whoops. At least I had put on a robe.
Pedro walked inside and placed the box on the small table in the reception area of the suite. “There is a note accompanying the package,” he said. “Have a wonderful evening, Miss West.”
I quickly thanked him before he stepped back into the elevator and descended to the lobby. At least I knew how to answer the elevator now.
I looked at the package lying on the table and quickly read for the note that came with it. The handwriting was barely legible, and I knew exactly who it belonged to.
Baby,
I want you to wear this dress tonight. I will see you later this evening.
A chauffeur will be waiting in the lobby at 6:30.
I cannot wait to see you.
Always yours,
Hadrian
A big smile took over my face, and I slightly panicked. I had no idea what to expect, but this was Hadrian we were talking about; it was bound to be immensely romantic, and somewhat perverted. I took a deep breath and opened the box.
My hands touched the black dress that was carefully folded inside, and gently pulled it out. I gasped at how beautiful it was: silk organza flowed to the floor, and an embroidered fitted bustier.
Another note floated to the floor while I was busy admiring the stunning gown I was fortunate enough to be wearing that evening. I carefully laid the dress on the table as I reached down to grab the note.
Look under our bed.
I sprinted to the bedroom in haste, dropping to my knees on the white fur carpet to look under the bed. I could see another, much smaller, box residing under there, and I had to crawl halfway under the bedframe to reach it. As I opened the second box, my hand flew up to cover my mouth. A stunning pair of stilettos were neatly wrapped in tissue paper. I nearly started dry-heaving when I saw a Chanel label.
I became overwhelmed by Hadrian’s new-found need to spoil me with lavish gifts. I already felt guilty that I hadn’t paid a cent for the trip; now he was gifting me with $5,000 shoes. I snapped out of my thoughts, looking at the clock to find out how much time I had to get ready. Five p.m., already? Shit!
I wished I had brought more makeup with me, as apparently, this was going to be a formal outing. Luckily I had already taken a shower earlier in the afternoon, so I could focus on my hair and make-up.
Adding makeup to my face took longer than I thought, but it turned out well enough. The dress suited me perfectly; the sweetheart neckline and corset bodice accentuated my curves – which Hadrian loves. I slipped into the pair of heels, and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was prepared for whatever Hadrian had planned.
I took the black coat; it kind of reminded me of the first piece I performed at the Empire. I took a pair of black leather gloves and grabbed the clutch I would need. I walked to the small vestibule and pressed the elevator call button.
The doors opened as I arrived in the lobby. I stepped out of it, walking into the clean lobby in search of the chauffeur. “Miss West, are you completely ready?” Pedro approached me.
“I am.”
“Please follow me to the car.” Pedro offered me his arm, leading me to the car that would whisk me into this beautiful city, and to the man I loved.
“Excuse me for speaking out of term, but you’re a lucky woman, Miss West. In all these years of Mr. Smith’s residency here, I’ve never seen him bring a guest. You must be very special to him,” he said nicely in excitement. “Have a wonderful evening, Miss West.”
“Thank you, Pedro.” I thanked him politely as he opened the door, and stepped aside so that I could take a seat in the car.
New York was very different at night; the lights lit up the busy streets – it was impeccable. The chauffeur stopped after driving for twenty minutes, informing me that we had arrived. He opened the door, offering me his hand to step out of the car. I thanked him before walking up to, what I assumed to be, a restaurant.
The warmth engulfed me as I stepped inside; a man offered to take my coat and escorted me to the hostess stand. The hostess informed me that my guest was already here, and she showed me into a small dining room. Tears clouded my eyes when I saw Hadrian standing by a candle-lit table, in a rather dashing suit.
The woman returned to her stand, and I was
left speechless as I approached Hadrian. He stepped forward, reaching for my right hand and bringing it to his lips. My left hand reached up to stroke his cheek as I laughed lightly at myself for almost crying. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me into a passionate kiss.
“Hadrian.” I breathed out against his lips faintly.
“Take a seat, baby,” he instructed me.
Hadrian walked over to my seat and pulled it out for me to sit down. I carefully sat down, and Hadrian lightly pushed my chair forward, so I was in a comfortable distance away from the table. He sat across from me, looking amazing in the soft flicker of the candlelight.
I was amazed at how romantic this was, and that Hadrian had thought to arrange a dinner like this. The food was delicious; Hadrian and I each ate a different type of expensive fish. Our conversation flowed as it always did, talking about random things, and Hadrian throwing in a few perverted comments about how great my ass looked in this dress – typical. The dessert was served shortly after our meal and was devoured within seconds of its reception.
I had no choice but to consider myself the luckiest girl in the world right now. Hadrian held my hand as they rested on the table. His smile never left his face, and neither did his dimples. I was awarded with his choral laughter multiple times throughout the night, and I couldn’t explain how grateful I felt to be the one making him laugh.
It was impossible not to love someone like Hadrian, he was so infectious. I just stared at him, listened to his words, and laughed along. He was the embodiment of everything I had ever wanted, and more importantly, he was exactly what I needed, what I had been missing.
The hostess made her way to our table, whispered something in Hadrian’s ear as he nodded in understanding, and left. He turned his attention back to me as he began to speak.
