Chapter 3 LOVE

• As expected, my
• beautiful face is on the front page of many prestigious society magazines.
• Still in bed, I check
• the internet notifications on my phone of my name in the media. In some cover
• photos I am lovingly in Danner's arms, others chose a solo of me in a seductive
• pose.
• Another effective marketing for my and
• Danner's companies, I must not forget to instruct my public relations
• department to send a nice gift to the journalists who worked on the articles.
• Journalists love when their work is appreciated and rewarded. They keep
• complaining of being overworked and underpaid, so an expensive and useful gift
• is always in order for the next promotion.
• I sigh resignedly and
• place my hands under my head as I stare at the ceiling. Last night was again
• unforgettable fun with the two men. Alex lost his clumsiness when he noticed
• that Danner was determined to take over, to claim me completely if given the
• chance. He understood that in order not to end up empty-handed, he had to push
• his limits. And he succeeded in doing so later on, to my great satisfaction. I
• reminisce about all the sweet sex we had together, Danner never disappoints me
• when we are at it.
• When we were done, he
• dropped me off at home and drove Alex back to pick up his vehicle in the
• parking lot. Then he called me to make sure I'm okay at home. Courteous as a
• gentleman.
• And then my thoughts
• wander again to Dordrich.
• Oh well, maybe I shouldn't look too much into
• our encounter, he was just a short passing crush. I tasted a bit of him, he was
• good and probably he has long forgotten about me. At home there is a beautiful
• wife waiting to him, so why should his thoughts linger with me? I enjoyed it, every
• woman has such an experience in life, nothing special. I think.
• Hunger drives me out
• of bed and as I'm about to prepare myself breakfast, the intercom rings.
• "Miss Windrug, twenty bouquets of roses are being delivered for you. We'll
• bring them up in five minutes", I hear the receptionist saying. I look at
• the device in shock. Who, what?!
• "O my God! Is
• there a card with it?", I ask her.
• "No, anonymous. You have a secret
• admirer", she laughs. Well, free flowers are nice too, I guess. When they
• are delivered at my door, the bell boy is almost invisible behind the rose
• bushes. He comes in and drops them in my hall.
• "Miss Windrug,
• the sender must be madly in love with you. These are worth a fortune!", he
• teases me. "That’s because I'm worth it. Nobody dares to send me cheap
• stuff", I answer cocky. The echo of his loud laugh is still heard in the
• hallway a few minutes after he left. I select a few roses from the bouquets and
• put them in a separate vase to enjoy in my bedroom. Then I do see a card in the
• middle of a bouquet. It has a heart and a 'D' on it.
• So still Dordrich!!
• I grab my hair and
• let out a loud frustrating scream. I will do anything, again anything to forget
• him, I promise myself. My self-regulation forbids me to mess with a married
• man.
• This attraction is dangerous. I have to get
• rid of it, no matter how.
• But those eyes, so addictive, so scorching,
• to lose myself totally in them. Maybe I should rethink this all and just once,
• only once, lose myself in this warm promise of unparalleled pleasure that his
• kisses offered me. Only one time, enough to cherish a lifetime. Take in his
• sweetness so I don't regret a missed opportunity for short happiness later on.
• As I sit at the
• dinner table musing on how to proceed with my feelings for Dordrich, my cell
• phone rings. I answer, a journalist on the phone, if I'm interested in an
• in-depth interview about my love life and business success. Of course I agree,
• more publicity means better financial results towards the end of the year. My
• employees are already rubbing their hands when they calculate their year-end
• bonus.
• I invite the reporter
• to be at my house within an hour, end the conversation, and go to the bathroom
• to freshen up. When I see my reflection in the mirror again, I remember the
• night before staring at myself in the bathroom too. What Dordrich and I shared
• next, that panty-dropping kiss makes me cringe. I can feel that wonderful
• warmth flash through my body again, those hands that went over my breasts and
• the sweetness of his kisses. A fierce war seems to have broken out between my
• legs.
• I turn around and
• jump in the shower to cool off.
• The journalist steps in on time
• and we make ourselves comfortable on the couch in the sitting room. I'm dressed
• in my best as usual, my makeup is done perfectly.
• Her questions are
• prepared and calculated. "Please call me Loraine," I offer, trying to
• loosen up the air between us.
• "Who is your current love
• partner?", she begins ambiguously. "I don't have one", I answer.
• "You were spotted last night with World
• Automotive general manager, Danner Winfield", she points out with a
• meaningfully look in her eyes. I smile relaxed. "An old friend", I
• decline her suspicion. “You know Danner and I are inseparable. We have a
• business relationship and our interests often run parallel. We're just dating
• occasionally”.
• "We also saw you staring love sick at
• media mogul Dordrich Fellogan. Is he an old friend too?".
• Now I decide to play along with her
• cat-and-mouse game. "Who? I don't know him and was not aware of my
• staring. But you have to admit he's a gorgeous guy, I've seen him in your
• magazines many times. He's almost as famous as I am. Maybe you can arrange a
• blind date?", I joke.
• And
• with that, I got myself into deep trouble.