Seasons Of Desire

Chapter 29

We were sitting in the airplane on our way to New York. It was crazy. I got some messages who concerned me a lot. But I couldn't tell James. Even he knew that something was up. I was scared. The person knew everything about our plans. "James?" he turned his head and put his headphones off. He was sitting with his Mac and has been working since we were in the air. "Yes, baby?" he stroked my cheek. "Did you tell anybody about our planes? About New York and about us?" I asked, carefully. "No, just wrote Matt a message that I had to there with you. Why do you ask?" he wanted to know. "Oh, just wanted to know." I answered. James was nervous and stressed. Even he was sweet to me, he couldn't fall asleep, has been nervous all the time. He stared at my face, trying ot find any hint, finally he nodded. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to his chest. And then he worked again.

"Hey, Blaire, were in New York." he wispered and kissed my nose. "Oh, I'm sorry, I fell asleep." I excused myself and rubbed my eyes. "It's okay, I had to work anyways." 5hrs flight and he worked the whole time.

We grabbed our luggage and walked outside. The air was cold, snow was falling. I pulled my jacket closer around my body. I thought we wanted to take a original yellow cab, but then we saw a man with a sign with JAMES MASLOW on it. He came closer. "Mr. Maslow. I hope you had a good flight." The man was tall and looked like a secret agent with his black suit and the black short hair. "Stuart, yes, thank you. This is my girlfriend Blaire." James mentioned and it was the first time he was looking at me. "Ma'm" and a nod. Not to polite, please. We followed the guy named Stuart, who was carying out luggage to a black limosine.

Our driver, Stuart, was a weird name, stopped in front of an new building, made of glass and stone. I knew we were in the middle of Manhattan, I saw it on TV. We took the elevator, were we had to use a card. As the doors opened I couldn't breathe. The loft was modern and classy, it was so huge. A piano, a big couch and a few more things. The wall on the other side was a window, one big window, with a view over Manhattan. I even saw the Empire State Building. "Blaire, why don't you start to pack out your things. Our bedroom is over there." he pointed on a coridor with 4 doors. "I have to talk to Staurt for a while. Or you can take a bath." he said. I nodded. Somehow I had the feeling I didn't belong here. I walked to the bedroom and it was amazing. Light grey walls, the same amazing view. I saw a lare walk in closet and a door. As I opened it I saw a bath I always dreamed of. It was grey and white, a shower where one could throw a party inside, a large bath top, I was impressed.

I umpacked my stuff and decided to talke a bath. It was amazing. Little bubbles came out and I felt relaxed. I closed my eyes. I needed to think about all the things which happened the last days.

Suddenly I heard the door open, I opened my eyes and saw James, who started to undress his perfect body. Strong chest, six pack.... and his strong and long best friend who seemed to be almost ready for me. He came closed and sat behind me. His strong hand hugged my small body from behind. He started to kiss my neck and I enjoyed his soft strong lips on my skin. We didn't talk, but what I felt on my back, was enough for me. He lifted me a little bit and wispered in my ear: "I need you, Blaire. Don't leave me again, okay?" But I couldn't answer, because he entered me. "Oh my god" I sighed. "Say that you won't leave me." he wispered again. "I won't leave you." I wispered back. I felt that he was desperate. But why? What did Stuart and James talked about? Why did James send me away? Did he?

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Okay guys, what do you think about Blaire's last questions? What happened or what will happen? Why did James act like this? Let me know and comment below! xoxo