COPYRIGHT © 2017 Miu
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, electronical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior written permission of the Author.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All pictures and multimedia used are not the author’s work and doesn’t claim any legal rights.
MATURE CONTENT and VULGAR words not suited for young readers below eighteen (18) years old.
As soon as I made sure that Zoe’s screeched had ended, I put the phone back on my ear.
“Leanna! I can’t believe it! Have you seen the dress and the swimsuit?! I mean . . . It’s . . . breathtaking!”
“Zoe, calm down. Have you prepared everything? Our flight will leave at ten in the evening. We have like an hour to get ready,” I reminded her.
“Right! Right! I was like . . . ! Overwhelmed! I’m getting excited again! See you at the airport! No ditching on me!”
I laughed a bit and ended our call.
I was glad that these past few days after that night of naughtiness and vomits, Zoe became more like herself.
Thinking about the call, Zoe’s dress and swimsuit were finished just in time for Sophia’s debut tomorrow. It was Friday, and we were busy preparing for our trip to Hawaii later.
My attention shifted on the bed. I was surprised that Z O’nier also made me a dress and swimsuit.
[ My gift to you, my lovely model ]
I removed the card and ran my eyes at the simple dress and swimsuit on the bed. Creamy white colors matching its soft fabric ornated simply with flowers. I already imagined it gently draping my curves. The loose material cupping my breasts while the simple, ornate flower hugged the dress against my body, keeping it in place. The low hem at the back showed my shoulder blaze, and the line of my spine.
And don’t even make me start on the swimsuit beside it. That one piece almost had nothing left to the imagination with its teasing revealing designs in intricate crochet stitches.
No less from the great Z O’nier.
I folded the dress and swimsuit and put it in my suitcase with haste when I saw Cain’s jaws tightened, burning the dress and swimsuit with his fiery glares.
“I won’t wear them if you don’t want me too,” I meekly said when the silence turned oppressive.
Cain didn’t say anything as he closed his eyes like he was restraining himself.
“Do you have everything you need?” he said instead after a brutal silence. His voice a little rough.
I scanned my suitcase, rechecking it.
“Clothes. Towels. Sunblock. Makeup. Some pieces of jewelry. Snacks . . . Snacks . . . Oh! I forgot the cheese tart!” I grabbed a box of cheese tart in the mini ref under the bedside table, tucked it inside the suitcase and closed it.
“There, all done.”
Cain’s mood brightened as he hugged me from behind. He kissed the skin on my shoulder while his bulged rubbed my butt.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you?”
That was a misleading question, and I loved to say “yes, take me,” but unfortunately, I knew what he meant.
My hand stroked his hair as I tilted my head so he could have more leverage on my neck. “No . . . that will only attract unwanted attention.”
“Mmm . . .” Cain planted small kisses on my neck and murmured, “Alright . . . Let me take you to the airport, then.”
He released me and grabbed my suitcase while I carried little Pluffy and made our way into the parking lot.
“I’m Zoe Collin. I gotta’ say . . . I’m a huuuge fan! You’re even more gorgeous up close if I may add!” Zoe exclaimed in pure giggles as she extended both arms at Cain. “Can I hug you?!”
Cain replied a straight, “No.”
“I’m just joking with you. But you are gorgeous, though. Do you do one-night sta––!”
“Alright, that’s enough.” I got between Zoe and Cain and placed little Pluffy on the cold man’s arms. I kissed and nuzzled my nose on the tired, drowsy little furball, making the cold man frowned.
“Take care of little Pluffy for me.” I pet little Pluffy some more before I focused my attention on the ever impatient man.
Cain just nodded at my request.
. . .
. . .
After the awkward silence, I shot Zoe a meaningful glance.
“I’ll . . . I’ll go ahead and wait for you on the other side.” Zoe shifted her teasing gaze between Cain and me before she strode into the security check.
As soon as she wasn’t looking, I tiptoed and gave Cain a smack on his lips before I turned around and made my way –– but of course, the unsatisfied man grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. He circled his arm on my waist, gluing our body tight while his other hand held little Pluffy at his side like a clutch bag.
Before I could even blink, his lips were already on mine as his tongue demanded entry inside my mouth, which I obliged.
For a minute, his tongue explored my mouth before he led mine to enter his mouth to mate, and my legs gave way. A good thing that his hand was firm on my waist –– holding me tight against him.
We were panting when he decided to end the kiss. With his thumb, he gently wiped our saliva from my lips and licked it ever so slow while his eyes were burning me on the spot.
Suddenly, I didn’t want to go to Hawaii anymore.
“I . . . have . . . to . . . go . . .” I forced the words out from my mouth.
“Mmm . . .”
I smiled, scratched little Pluffy’s chin, and stole another smack on Cain’s lips before I went to the security check.
Show your love and support by donating here.
Buy milk or tea to help the Author sleep at night.
Thank you for the love and support.
Please take in mind the other person’s feelings.
Like they say, if you have nothing good to say, best keep it to yourself. You can literally save a person’s life.