I grabbed the car keys, hit the unlock button, and strolled over to the door. With a quick press of the button above the handle, the door popped open.
"You hop in first, I'll get the luggage," I told Catherine, taking her bags.
"Sure thing," she replied, sliding into the car.
I wheeled the luggage to the back, hit the button to open the trunk, and it opened up automatically.
When I got back in, Catherine was already busy on her phone and iPad.
I took the wheel, feeling pretty confident since I'd just gotten my driver's license not too long ago. The drive was smooth, and after about an hour, we pulled up at the airport. I hopped out and opened the door for her.
"Catherine, we're here. Time to get out."
She tucked away her phone and iPad, slipped them into her bag, and got out, with me giving her a hand since she was in heels.
Once she was steady, I grabbed her luggage from the trunk and casually put my arm around her waist as we headed into the airport.
Jane spotted us and came running over.
I knew it was time to say goodbye. I leaned in and kissed Catherine's earlobe, "Safe travels. Call me when you land. Don't forget to miss me."
She hugged me back, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed my chin, "You better miss me too."
"Always," I said, ruffling her hair.
Jane reached us, and I handed over the luggage, accidentally brushing her hand and feeling a weird jolt.
I quickly pulled back and rubbed my hand on my pants, "Safe trip, you two. I'm out."
Jane nodded and turned to Catherine, "Let's get your luggage checked in. Boarding's about to start."
"Got it," Catherine said.
Jane headed to the check-in counter, and Catherine made her way to the VIP lounge.
I twirled the car keys, walked out of the airport, and got back in the car. Since not many people knew about Catherine and me, and I wasn't ready to go public, I decided to park the car back in her mansion.
For now, I'd keep living my regular life, taking cabs everywhere.
Before driving off, I connected my phone to the car's Bluetooth, ready to jam out and kill the loneliness while Catherine was away.
But as soon as I turned on my phone, a flood of messages came through.
Mia had sent over thirty messages. I wasn't in the mood to read them all, so I planned to deal with them later.
Scrolling down, I saw John's messages next, teasing me about having a girlfriend.
John: [David, not coming home again tonight? Looks like love's got you hooked. But hey, if I had a girlfriend that hot, I wouldn't go home either. Don't forget, you gotta be at that bar tomorrow night at eleven for the onboarding. Don't miss it.]
John even dropped a pin for the bar, probably worried I'd get lost.
Next were Scarlett's messages—just two. One was a full-body pic she sent at eight in the morning.
In the photo, she was in loose pajamas, with all four buttons done up, but since she never wore a bra to bed, her large breasts were barely contained. Her nipples pressed against the fabric, leaving two enticing red marks.
The second message was a reminder for me to come home on Sunday.
I decided to call Scarlett first.
She picked up quickly, and I could hear the sound of running water in the background. She was in the shower. The thought of her standing there, water cascading down her body, was enough to get me going.
She was probably lathering up with shower gel, her hands covered in suds, teasing herself while talking to me. The thought alone was enough to turn me on.
My cock instantly grew hard.
"Hey, Scarlett, what're you doing there?"
"I'm in the shower. Why are you calling now?"
"I saw your message and missed you. But why are you showering in the middle of the day?"
"Ryan and I just finished... I wanted to freshen up." Her voice was soft, almost shy, and guilty.
It was like she felt bad for having sex with Ryan.
"You just had sex with him, and now you're hiding in the bathroom, talking to me. Aren't you worried Ryan will suspect something?"
"He's already gone to the office to check on some promotion results."
"Sounds like you two have a good sex life. How was Ryan's performance this time?" I teased.
Since she just had sex, her body was probably still sensitive. Even if Ryan wasn't great, the wetness and friction could still stimulate her. Now, by talking to her like this, I might get her aroused again.
"Don't tease me like that. You've seen me and Ryan together before."
"Okay. Let me check if you've cleaned yourself properly, especially down there. Did he finish inside you? Is the semen cleaned out?"
"Don't ask such embarrassing questions."
"Come on, let me check. Turn on the camera and show me. I'll see if you're clean."
"Are you crazy? Who does a video call while showering?"
"Come on, don't be shy, I've seen you before. Besides, I can't see inside you while you're showering. Video calling is the best way for me to check."
"But that's not okay. What if you record the video?"