Chapter 7 Afraid Of Losing Her

• Chelsea undresses, lies down, and within seconds the image of Steve bursts into her head. He is such a handsome, tall, stocky man, his dark hair matches perfectly with his white skin and those honeyed eyes that sweeten anyone's soul. She mentally reviews his body, his pectorals lightly adorned with fine hairs that seem neatly combed and cut, resembling strokes of fine lines. His thick thighs, long legs, and perfectly chiseled abdomen resemble Michel Angelo's great sculptural work. The pelvis that matches perfectly with her chest, semi-populated and that huge and prominent member that can't stop shaking her just remembering that night of inconceivable and indescribable pleasure in her arms.
• She sighs and tries to read a little of the agenda proposed for the next morning. Breakfast with the businessmen, a walk through the Parc des Rapides and finally a tour of the Museum of Fine Arts. The day was going to be quite busy so it was best to rest. She put on her headphones to listen to soothing music so she could forget about everything that had happened during that time. Her monotonous and boring life was now a roller coaster, full of emotions.
• The music quickly enveloped her, so she didn't hear the door ringing. Steve had gone for her, he wanted to have her back, to possess her, to be inside her like that night when he saw her for the first time.
• He had to turn and go back to his room, he thought she was the one who didn't want to hear from him and somehow she had reason to do so, what had happened in that week was not at all encouraging for Chelsea to run into his arms. Soon his ego appeared "You're Steve Bullock, she or any woman is worth begging for her love" and that was something he had had to learn, after his father confessed to him that his mother was not dead, but had abandoned them both. He returned to his room and in a few minutes he was asleep.
• Soon dawn broke, Chelsea woke up before her alarm went off. Because of what was scheduled for that day, it was convenient to be dressed less formally and above all comfortably. She put on her jeans, sneakers and a sweater, despite the sun the breeze was cold; She put on some makeup, some blush, a little gloss and mascara, she made a high ponytail, a little perfume and that's it, she was ready for the day. Left the room and before going downstairs, she knocked on Steve's door to let him know that she would wait for him in the hotel lobby.
• Steve opened the door, the towel barely covering the lower part of his body, the drops of water that like a light dew gave that appearance of freshness and desire that Chelsea desperately needed to avoid.
• "Good morning, Miss Smith," he tasted her lips and fixed that seductive gaze on her body that they managed to undress her without touching her.
• "Good morning Mr. Bullock, I'll be in the lobby waiting for you. Don't delay! In ten minutes we should be at the restaurant to have breakfast with the investors.
• "I'm the most interested in signing those agreements today and going back to New York, I'm already looking forward to having a good time with my girlfriend.
• Chelsea felt the rage gnawing at her with jealousy inside. But she didn't stay silent, she also gave him some of her own poison to drink.
• "I totally agree. Although unlike you I have had fun on web cam with my boyfriend." She smiled, spun around and walked to the elevator.
• Steve clenched his fists tightly, to the point where he could see his knuckles go from red to white. Chelsea listened behind her, the door slamming shut. She had succeeded, had provoked the same feeling of anguish that she felt when she imagined him enjoying this pathetically beautiful blonde.
• "Stop jealousy, Chelsea." She muttered, as he entered the elevator, "that man doesn't belong to you."
• In that her rational side was right; but she did belong to her, it was her in spite of herself. Finally she saw him get out of the elevator and stood up, he did not wait for her but continued towards the restaurant of the luxurious hotel, while she had to speed up her pace to be able to catch up with him.
• "You could have a gentlemanly gesture and wait for me after I had to wait for you." He gave an unpleasant look.
• "I'll pay you for that, Miss Smith." At that answer, she felt slighted. She stopped in her tracks and let him move forward.
• Steve was so full of rage that he didn't notice it until he opened the door for her to enter and looked at her a couple of feet behind him. She walked to the door, walked into the restaurant.
• Chris got up when he saw her come in, the man hadn't stopped looking at her since the first time he saw her, although his intention was simply to have a good time with his partner's assistant.
• "Welcome, Miss Smith," he pulled the chair and made a chivalrous gesture for her to sit down.
• "Thank you, Mr Dapeud! She sat down, still smiling mischievously.
• Steve looked at her wanting to fulminate her, he knew Chris perfectly well and his reputation as a womanizer, surely he would not miss the opportunity to make her fall in love and even worse, accept his compliments from her.
• During the breakfast, Steve engaged in talking about matters strictly related to the investment and business of trading digital currencies. Chelsea, on the other hand, seemed delighted with Chris.
• "I think I'm happy to invest in your company for now, Steve. Let's toast with champagne," he beckoned to the innkeeper, and he arrived with the bottle in barely a minute. He uncorked the bottle and like Déjà Vu, Chelsea relived that moment.
• "Well, let's toast," he paused and looked at Chelsea and then at Chris, "although I recommend that Miss Smith not drink too much champagne, she usually doesn't take it very well." He smiled and she frowned.
• "Wow! He knows his assistant well," Chris said, somewhat uncomfortable with the comment.
• "Not as much as he ́d like," she said, and Chris smiled.
• "I adore a mysterious woman. I love that." He took Chelsea's thin, soft hand and kissed it gentlemanly.
• "Well, Steve, what was promised is a debt. Today I want to take you to do some sightseeing in the city. I want you to visit the Parc Des Rapides," André said in his perfect French.
• "It's going to be an amazing experience," Chris said.
• An hour later, they were all in their respective waistcoats, their oars, getting into the little ship. Chris shook hands with Chelsea to come up next to him, his attentions and intentions with the girl were excessive. She, on the other hand, was a little nervous, not one to experience extreme things, but not before being sure that she would be fine, except on the night of her blind date with the CEO of Bullock & Company.
• "You two will go in this one and Steve and I in the other. We'll have a little competition and if you win you can go out and have fun without us," André said. He knew that his brother was dying to be alone with the beautiful girl.
• Steve came close to opposing it, but not only would it be exposed in front of everyone, but Chelsea would have won the game.
• They climbed up and paddled to one of the places where the current was strongest and could, as always, Chris and André prove which of the two was the better. Chelsea was terrified, every time she felt the speed of the current move the little kayak back and forth.
• "Row dear, we can't let André and your boss beat us.
• She did her best to row according to what he had explained to her, as they were on their way to the Parc Des Rapides. The euphoria and adrenaline rush in both competitors Chris and André was evident, except for Steve who looked with concern at the boat where Chelsea was.
• Just as both boats were going side by side, a small fall caused Chris's boat to flip over and they both fell into the water. Steve watched Chris's reaction, who only cared about getting to safety no matter what happened to the girl; Steve watched as the strong current swept Chelsea away and in seconds she was gone...
• Desperate he jumped into the water and swam in the direction of where she had been seconds before, his heart was pounding, that couldn't be true, nothing could happen to her. She would never forgive him for that, suddenly she came out screaming, but the current made her submerge again. Meanwhile, André helped his brother get on the kayak and paddle to rescue the prestigious CEO, Steve Bullock.
• "Give me your hand Steve, you've got to get out of there or else you might die falling off a cliff."
• "I can't," he barely managed to say as he took long strokes to catch up with Chelsea.
• "It's your life or hers," Chris shouted from the boat. "You can't reach her, get out of there now," he held out his hand and Steve wanted to hold it, not to save himself, but to throw that into the water so that he would be the one swept away by the current.
• Steve looked at him and swam on, thinking about how miserable both men were; He couldn't believe that they only cared about his life and not that young woman's just because she was just an assistant. That fucking blond-haired man had no interest in her except to have a night of good sex.
• Again he saw no sign of her, he was exhausted from swimming, Steve had lost his strength and perhaps also his hopes...