Child of The Village

# 14

The night had just fallen and the last light of the day left streaks of rainbow colours in the sky and a twilight. A few minutes later it was pitch black outside. The lights inside the Gulfstream changed from luminous to soft to muted dreamy colours. It oozed a sense of calmness from the luxurious and glamorous ambience.

Hestwick paid close attention to Emily who was staring out of the window, wondering what she was thinking. He took pleasure in watching her face, every expression she made, and his gaze fell to her chest, how it moved up and down slowly from her soft breathing.

He was blessed for having her. From the stories he heard, he knew she was the least demanding woman and it had made people taken her for granted. He was fully aware of it and he knew he would never fall into the same pit as others. He shall not. Low maintenance doesn't mean no maintenance is needed, that nothing is wrong. It means giving regular care and attention to prevent cracks.

And now that he knew Julian was trying to get her back, he needed to make sure she wouldn't fall into his ruse again, or anyone's ruse.

Emily, who just realized the typing sounds and rustling papers had gone, turned to him who was sitting across the aisle in front of her. Their eyes met and her heart skipped a beat. She then forced an awkward smile.

His face did not change but she could see the tiny twitch on one end of his lips before stooping his head back to the papers on his laps.

"Tell me again, what am I supposed to be doing here?", Emily asked once they got into the hotel room, a suite with exquisite classic interior. Hestwick tipped the bell-boy and closed in on her as soon as the door closed, grabbing her by the waist and kissed her fiercely. Jet lag meant nothing to him.

"You're going to warm my bed every night.", he told her between the kisses, panting. He, then, lifted her skirt and took off her panties and sat her on his lap while he sat on the edge of the grand bed. It did not take long before they devour each other and initiated the immaculate bed with their intimate play.

He talked less than usual during their session and he played rather rudely, to her surprise. Emily sensed this when he got her on four legs and fucked her from behind roughly, to which she succumbed. He was always a remarkably passionate lover, but this time he treated her as if she was a whore and he was her regular customer. She pitied herself a little for the thought but there was a partial truth in it, and it reminded her of her place.

***

The next morning was not like any other morning. This was the first time she watched him getting dressed. He was always looking sharp as if he was born in a suit. His morning ritual was methodical and he took a great consideration in precision. Just like a serial killer.

"Where are you going?", she asked, stark naked under the blanket, only her head popped out.

"I have a business meeting with a potential partner,", he answered while glancing at her through the full-body mirror and cuffing his cuff-links. "and tonight we're going to see an old friend of mine. I'll have someone to pick you up at six."

"Okay. What should I do until that time?", her eyes followed his every movement. She had to admit he was more than pleasing to look at. And I tapped that last night.

"Well, for starter, you should definitely go to Pauline. It's a cake shop, the best in the world, a gem. It's an indulgence to your senses, trust me. Or go shopping. Or visit the museums, search for inspirations. In this envelope, you'll have everything you need: hotel address, Rubles, credit card, new SIM card. Anyway, if you decided to go to Pauline, get me some of their petit fours, the ones with almonds, would you?"