Chapter 31 MILE HIGH CLUB
Ava's POV
It's just been two weeks since Isabella got here but she was everywhere. In meetings, in the break room, in Dominic's office. She always had a reason to talk to him, to touch his arm, to lean over his desk showing him reports while her breasts pressed together.
And the worst part was that Dominic didn't seem to notice. Or maybe he did notice and just didn't care. Either way, it was driving me crazy.
"You need to calm down," Maya said over the phone one night.
"You're going to give yourself an ulcer."
"She was in his office for two hours today. Two hours. What could they possibly talk about for that long?" I sahd angrily over the phone
"Work? She is the COO." She replied me.
"She wants to fuck him. I know she does." I said not minding whoever was hearing me
"Probably. But that doesn't mean he wants to fuck her back."
I wanted to believe that. But every time I saw them together, I felt sick.
The Wednesday of the Bahamas trip finally came and I had packed my bags the night before, throwing in bikinis and sundresses and trying not to think about Isabella in a bikini next to Dominic.
Adrian picked us up at six AM to take us to the airport and Dominic was in a good mood, talking about how he couldn't wait to relax on the beach.
"This is exactly what we need," he said, squeezing my hand in the car.
"Isabella is coming too," I reminded him.
"So? She's an employee. I'm not thinking about her." He replied.
But I was thinking about her, I couldn't stop.
At the airport, everyone was already there. Marcus waved when he saw us. I saw Sarah Kim from accounting was talking to James from security and Tom from IT was on his phone.
And Isabella was standing by the gate in tight jeans and a low-cut top that showed so much cleavage I wondered how she didn't fall out of it.
"Good morning, everyone," Dominic said loudly. "Ready for some sun?"
People cheered and started boarding the private jet. Dominic had chartered it for the whole team which meant about twenty people were coming.
Inside the jet, I was surprised by how nice it was. Leather seats, a bar, and toward the back, a door that led to a private bedroom.
"For long flights," Dominic explained when he saw me looking.
"Sometimes I need to sleep."
We took our seats near the front. Isabella sat across the aisle, crossing her legs slowly like she was in a photo shoot. I saw Dominic glance over and my jaw clenched.
The flight attendant came by with drinks as we took off. I asked for wine even though it was seven in the morning because i needed it.
Two hours was already gone into the flight,and people started moving around. Marcus was playing cards with Tom. Sarah was reading while Isabella got up and walked to the bathroom, her hips swaying.
I tried not to watch Dominic watch her walk away.
"I need to use the restroom," I said suddenly, standing up.
"Okay," Dominic said, barely looking at me.
I walked to the back of the plane feeling angry and hurt. When I reached the bathroom, Isabella was coming out.
"Oh sorry," she said with a smile. "All yours."
"Thanks," I said coldly.
She walked past me and I swear she bumped into me on purpose. I went into the bathroom and splashed water on my face.
Get it together, I told myself. You're being paranoid.
But when I came out, Isabella was sitting in my seat talking to Dominic. Her hand was on his knee and she was laughing at something he said.
"Excuse me," I said loudly. "That's my seat."
"Oh sorry," Isabella said, not sounding sorry at all. "I was just asking Mr. Hayes about the agenda for the retreat."
"I'm sure that can wait until we land." I stared at her until she got up and she walked away smiling and I sat down hard.
"What was that about?" Dominic asked.
"What was what about?"
"You were rude to her."
"She was sitting in my seat with her hand on your leg. Was I supposed to be polite?"
"She was just talking to me, Ava."
"She wants you. Why can't you see that?"
"Even if she does, it doesn't matter because I don't want her." He lowered his voice. "I want you. Only you."
"Then prove it," I said without thinking.
"What?"
"Prove it. Right now."
He looked confused for a second, then I saw understanding flash in his eyes.
"You want me to prove it? Here? On the plane?"
"Yes."
A slow smile spread across his face. He stood up and held out his hand.
"Come with me." He said and my heart started racing as I took his hand. He led me to the back of the plane, past the bathroom, to the door of the private bedroom.
"Dominic, people will know," I whispered.
"Let them know." He opened the door and pulled me inside.
The room was small with just a bed and a side table. As soon as the door closed, he was on me. His mouth crashed into mine and his hands were everywhere.
"Is this proof enough?" he asked, already pulling my shirt over my head.
"Not yet."
He smiled against my lips and unclasped my bra. His mouth found my breast and sucked hard on my nipple. I moaned and grabbed his hair.
"Quiet," he said. "Unless you want everyone to hear."
That just made me wetter. The idea of people knowing what we were doing, of Isabella knowing, sent a thrill through me.
He pushed me back onto the bed and pulled off my jeans and panties in one motion. Then he spread my legs and settled between them.
"I'm going to make you come so hard you forget about everyone else on this plane," he said.
Then his mouth was on me and I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming. His tongue moved in slow circles around my clit before dipping inside me. I was already so wet from being turned on and jealous that it didn't take long.
"Dominic," I whimpered.
"Not yet." He pulled back and I almost cried from frustration.
He stood up and undressed quickly. His cock was hard and I wanted it inside me immediately.
"Turn over," he ordered. "On your hands and knees."
I did what he said and felt him line himself up behind me. He pushed inside slowly, letting me feel every inch.
"Fuck," I moaned into the pillow.
"You feel so good," he groaned. "So tight and wet for me."
He started moving, slow at first but building speed. Each thrust pushed me forward on the bed and I had to grip the sheets to stay steady.
"Harder," I begged.
"You sure? Everyone will hear."
"I don't care. Fuck me harder."
He grabbed my hips and started pounding into me and I was shouting so loud now. I knew people outside could probably hear but I didn't care anymore.
I reached between my legs and found my clit. It was swollen and sensitive and just a few circles had me right on the edge.
"I'm close," I panted.
"Me too. Come with me."
A few more thrusts and we both came hard. I bit the pillow to muffle my scream as waves of pleasure crashed through me. Dominic's grip on my hips tightened as he emptied himself inside me.
We collapsed on the bed trying to catch our breath. My whole body was shaking.
"Was that enough proof?" he asked, kissing my shoulder.
"Maybe. I might need more later."
He laughed and pulled me close. We stayed like that for a few minutes before getting dressed.
"How do I look?" I asked, trying to fix my hair.
"Like you just got fucked on a plane." He said and I laughed.
"Great."
He kissed me one more time before opening the door. We walked back to our seats trying to act normal.
But everyone was staring at us. Marcus was grinning, Tom looked uncomfortable while Sarah was blushing.
And Isabella was glaring at me with pure hatred.
I sat down and smiled sweetly at her. Dominic squeezed my hand and I felt victorious.
Let her want him.
The rest of the flight was quiet. People went back to their conversations and pretended they hadn't heard anything. When we landed in the Bahamas, we were taken straight to our resort.
The resort was beautiful with white sand beaches, crystal blue water, palm trees everywhere and our rooms were in the main building overlooking the ocean.
"This is amazing," I said as we walked to check-in and the clerk smiled when he saw Dominic.
"Mr. Hayes, welcome back. Your usual suite is ready." Then he looked at me.
"And Mrs. Hayes's suite is right next door as requested."
I froze. "Mrs. Hayes?"
The clerk's smile faltered.
"Oh, I apologize. You're not... I just assumed since the other Mrs. Hayes always..." He trailed off looking panicked.
"The other Mrs. Hayes?" I turned to Dominic. "What is he talking about?"
Dominic's jaw was tight.
"We'll take our keys now." He says and the clerk handed them over quickly and we walked away. I didn't say anything until we were alone in the elevator.
The elevator doors opened and I stormed out. Dominic followed me to our room.
"Ava, please. It doesn't mean anything."
"Everything means something, Dominic. You keep saying the past doesn't matter but it keeps showing up everywhere." I threw my bag on the bed. "I need space. I'm going to the beach."
"Let me come with you." He argued
"No. I need to be alone." I said as i changed into a bikini and left before he could argue. The beach was crowded with people from our company already setting up and I found a chair far away from everyone and sat down.
This trip was supposed to be relaxing. Instead, I was angry and hurt and confused.
"Mind if I join you?" Marcus asked, appearing with two drinks.
"Sure." I said and he handed me one and sat down.
We sat in silence for a while, watching the waves. It was peaceful until I saw Isabella walking down the beach in a tiny white bikini that barely covered anything.
She stopped when she saw us.