Chapter 93.

Chapter 93.
Andria.

Friday, 20th of March. Three days later…
New York.

I walk through the streets of The Big Apple, admiring all it has to offer. This is freedom in a whole city. The busy traffic. The busy people. Everyone is walking to somewhere. No one seems to be listening to the other. 

But that’s what makes the place remarkable. The busy people on the busy streets, going about their busy lives. It’s like a whole fireball in one globe. The streets are currently covered in snow and it’s beautiful watching as everyone tries to banish the cold and get on with their day.

I’m currently walking to the café down the street, on 57th. It’s called Billionaires bunker and Adrian has a house here. A penthouse. It’s way up and it gives a beautiful view of the city from up there. 

I reach the café and order a cup of coffee, while I read some coursework. We were all given course works for the holidays, so in a way I’m reading and playing. 

“Hello. What can I get for you?” I look up to see a waiter, pad poised, waiting for my order.

I look at him, thoughtfully. “Erm…A caramel latte. And a couple of banana muffins.” I quietly order.

He smiles warmly and walks away. After he leaves, I bring out my phone and text Adrian.

Me: I know you’re busy with work. But I wish you were here. I’m at Lagoon Café.

I slip my phone back in my purse and wait for my order. 

“Hello.” 

I look up to see a man, his skin dripping like hot, glistening butter, staring down at me. I rake my eyes over him, appreciatively. 

“Hi.” I smile. 

“May I sit?” He has this disarming smile on his face, which I cannot resist.

I nod, eagerly. I’m unable to even hide my interest in him. He’s dressed in this nice looking burgundy blazer. His eyes are a captivating shade of gold.

“I’m Jerome Frankfurt. I was sitting over there with my business partners.” He gestures in the direction of the window seat, where five men are seated throwing furtive glances at us. “When you walked in. I couldn’t get my eyes off you. I needed to talk to you. Even if it’s to hear your name.” He smiles, seductively. 

I shift my eyes to the men and return my eyes to him. “That’s the lamest line in the book of flirtation.” I smile.

He laughs, lightly. 

“I know. I haven’t done that in a while. The woman I loved, made sure she ruined me for anyone else.” He admits.

“That’s wrong. If you’re ruined, why bother talking to anyone else. How did she ruin you?” I scowl.

He holds my gaze for a few seconds. He’s got this sadness in his eyes. 

“She loved someone else.” He pointedly admits.

My gaze softens and I feel sorry for him. My coffee and muffins arrive. After the waiter leaves, I offer him one of my muffins. He declines my offer. 

“I don’t eat, like everyone else. I rather watch you eat.” He smiles, dangerously.

I frown, recalling I’ve heard those exact words before from Adrian. I suddenly panic, suspecting that perhaps he’s one of those guys that ravished me that night in Adrian’s dungeon. I need him gone. I don’t want to be alarmed. But looking at him, he doesn’t seem dangerous. 

“So, what are you doing here alone?” He asks, intrigued.

I look away from his hollow eyes and focus on my coffee. Yeah. His eyes have this empty look, void of any emotion. I find that odd. 

I take a small sip of my coffee. The way he watches my throat as I swallow, it’s oddly irritating. 

“I…I’m not alone. My husband is here. He just went to get some flowers for me.” I paste a nervous smile. 

“Flowers? At this time?” He arches a brow. I nod hastily. He nods. “You’re married. I don’t believe you. I think you’re only saying that to push me away,” he says, doubtfully.

I arch a brow.

“I’m happily married.” I declare confidently. “And my husband is going to be here in a few minutes and I wouldn’t want you to meet him.” 

He raises a brow to me, amused. “Alright…” He is about to speak again, but his phone rings and he answers it. 

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He ends the call and offers me a regretful smile. “I’m sorry, but my business partners have grown impatient.” He rises to his feet. “I wish I had someone like you. Until we meet again. Enjoy your coffee.” He smiles and quietly walks away. 

“Yeah right. We will meet again, when pigs fly.” I mutter to myself.

I quietly sit down and drink my coffee. I can’t ease the bad vibes being in that guy’s presence brought just now. Though he’s handsome and very attractive, yet, he had this negative energy around him. 

I watch as he and his business partners exit the café. And I sincerely hope I don’t meet him again. At some point, I was scared that he was one of those Adrian’s sadistic friends. But now that he’s gone, I’m at ease. I sigh heavily and enjoy my coffee.

 
Adrian.
New York.
Tuesday 24th March. One week later…

It’s 8pm in the evening when I finally walk into the house. I walk into the penthouse and I’m greeted by music and the smell of something heavenly. Food. Pang of regret accompanies the pleasurable scents of the food. I can’t taste any of whatever is cooking in the kitchen. I hang my coat and walk into the kitchen, to find Andria, draped in only an apron. 

The first reaction I get is shock, followed by protectiveness. I look around and ensure we’re alone. When I’m certain that no one is in sight, I calm down and finally admire the sight before me. 

My cock stretches in response to her beautiful peaches.