Chapter 22 Private Jet
Verena
Sex in a private jet has definitely never been on my bucket list.
But here I was screaming, grinding against his dick and moaning out his name…
My legs were hooked around his waist, his hands wrapped tightly around me so bad that I could feel his heart thumping hard against mine with every second he slammed inside of me.
He groaned into my ears, that gravelly voice fueling my desires. “Fuck! You taste so good…” His pace slowed while my trembling legs unclapsed around his waist, falling effortlessly.
Then he pulled back, eyes taking in my body before he slammed his lips on mine, my core aching for him to fill me up again—
“Fuck me, Daxton” I breathed. “Like crazy”
A slow sinister smile stretched his mouth, his eyes turning dark with lust as the words rolled off his tongue. “Tell me, please”
Tears pricked the back of my eyes. I was on the verge of breaking apart. “Please, Uncle Daxton…”
Dark amusement sparked in his eyes, lips curling in a smile and then he grabbed me by the hips, held my eyes as he slipped inside of me and slammed into me so hard and fast that I completely saw stars.
I was trembling, digging my nails into his back, and craving for more until pleasure built inside of me and I became a mess.
My morning had always been peaceful but this one was extremely chaotic and this wasn't how I’d imagined it would be. As I walked into the hotel, I couldn't stop my mouth from falling apart in shock because of my phone that buzzed continuously with unending notifications.
The headlines had only one name in common— Daxton Cooper.
My stomach churned, anxiety creeping at the back of my neck as I clicked on the headline that read. ‘Who Was The Woman Daxton Cooper Kissed At The Friday Night Games? What we know about the mysterious woman’
It wasn't even a kiss.
I mean, all these headlines were just clickbait. They didn't even know who I was and speculated that I was someone else. Most of the articles compared my features to some of the celebrities that Daxton had been rumored to be with.
Not one single article was right about my identity and I loved it this way.
I didn't even want to imagine the way my heart almost leaped into my throat when he took off my sunglasses and kissed my eyes. The warmth I felt, the butterflies—it was compared to nothing I had ever felt. But somehow, he had everything under control.
The tension melted away from my body when it hit me that Daxton had done a good job of hiding my identity. I was grateful for it. If he hadn't, they would have dug into my image and the media would be filled with resurfacing news of my family’s past scandal.
Those were dark times when I had to read the horrible news about my family and the mean comments that even mocked my father even in his death. I’d almost slipped into depression, thanks to Kian who had taken my phone away from me.
I couldn't just imagine what would become of me if my family ever made it to the headlines and became the nation’s laughingstock again.
I sucked in a deep breath, putting those painful memories behind me as I typed. “Thank you, Daxton”
As if he had been waiting for my text, he responded. “Got you glazed doughnuts. Better than the overhyped burger you recommended,”
A chuckle left my mouth and I typed in response. “I feel like you have questionable taste”
His reply came in almost immediately. “That burger was horrible. Got to go. Important points are being discussed in the meeting”
A smile spread through my face and soon, it was time for lunch.
Excitement buzzed around the cafeteria—most especially our table—thanks to bubbly Emily. My eyes flitted to Mandy who sat across from me, poking at her chicken salad, and before her eyes could meet mine, I darted my eyes away.
“Verena…” Her voice was low.
Me?
I turned to her, pointing to myself while raising a brow and she nodded. Woah.
“I would like to apologize for what happened yesterday. I felt like I caused a scene in public and it feels right to apologize here”
The voices around the table waned and my eyes moved to Emily whose mouth parted in shock and everyone around the table also seemed stunned from the fact that she had apologized.
“You didn't have to…” I held Mandy’s eyes, taking a sip of my juice. “…but apology accepted”
A faint smile spread through her face and after a heartbeat of silence, the table became lively and the grim-faced Mandy contributed to the conversation but the only person who wasn't saying anything was me.
I was indirectly the topic of discussion.
“I am still in disbelief that Mr Daxton could ever be attracted to someone, did you see the video?”
Laquisha raised a piece of chicken to her mouth and chewed on it. “I have watched it several times to figure out who she is but—” She paused, her eyes darting to mine and my breath literally held until she averted her gaze from me.
“—I still don't know who she is”
Relief.
All of a sudden, my heart almost leaped into my throat when Laquisha called my name. “But Verena, you should know who she is. You are his assistant”
I forced out an awkward laughter, fingers curling around my knees. “How am I supposed to know? I am only his assistant when it comes to the business, not private matters”
“Right!”
Mandy cleared her throat, setting her half-bitten sandwich back on the plate. “I have no idea why you are asking the wrong person about Mr…”
My heart slowed to a stop and as Emily cut into her words, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew something.
Oh No.
“You know who the woman is?”
Mandy smiled and my heart slammed against my ribcage and the urge to pull her to the side and plead with her not to say anything overwhelmed me until she opened her mouth to speak. “She is a top model and Mr Daxton had introduced her to me several times. I was the one who booked their flight ticket but the thing is the boss is only using her for his sexual needs just like the other women he has been with”
I almost hissed.
God!
Not only was this woman an attention seeker, but she was also a liar.
Emily gasped. “Can you please tell me her name?”
Mandy shook her head. “No, top secret”
I resisted the urge to scoff and with this lie that Mandy just spewed, I was more than confident that she had mental issues or maybe she was just an unapologetic liar.
Because how do you lie this badly, not knowing that the woman you spoke about sat across from you?
My phone buzzed as I reached for my phone, excusing myself to read the message my lawyer had sent but every simple step that I took faltered as I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right.
“Ms. Verena Cooper. The fees paid have been fully refunded and our firm will no longer be proceeding with the divorce case. We apologize for any inconvenience.”