Donovan

19. Making up for Lost time

We barely left the bedroom for the last two weeks that we have been here. I packed all of my belongings again as I was getting ready to leave this paradise. At the main lobby, I was waiting by these benches when I saw Donovan head towards the main checkout. The man at the desk seemed so comfortable with Donovan as they shook hands and all. Making my way towards him, I stopped right behind when I heard something that I probably shouldn't have.

"We got everything settled, boss. Your plane is waiting for you at the usual spot."

"Thank you, Timothy. I'll make sure to raise your salary a little higher," he chuckled as Timothy smiled brightly at his boss. Hm. My arms were crossed around my chest and I smiled at him when he turned around. Donovan's eyes widened as he gave me a small smile and nudged my shoulder. The plane on coach, the private resort. This was all him. Grabbing the handle on my suitcase, I started wheeling it away from him.

"Damn it. Emery, wait!" I was speed walking by now and hit the damn wall when I glanced real quick to see him right behind me. I fell back a little only to fall in his arms. Again.

"Why are you upset?" He asked me with a raised eyebrow. I patted down my dress that clung onto my body tightly and glared at him.

"You own this resort?" I inquired. He reached behind him and rubbed the nape of his neck as he never took an eye off of me. God, I love it when he did that.

"Yes. And a few others in-"

"Shut the fuck up, Donovan! I'm trying to be mad at you, for gods sake!" As I was about to take off again, he grabbed my wrist and guided me towards a more private spot where I could yell at him all I want. A large closet full of supplies, how great. When he locked the door, I glared even longer at him.

"Why are you upset?" He asked me again in a calmer voice. I crossed my arms around me.

"Do they know what happened back in the states? You know, with you and your brothers wanted?" He shook his head.

"We're in Bora Bora and these people are loyal to me and my brothers, Em. They grew up poor and from street gangs and the only way to bring them out was to give them jobs." Aw. That was pretty sweet. Stop it, Emery. You are mad at him!

"You arranged my plane and this trip didn't you? And where I was staying?" He was about to speak before he let out a sigh, closed his mouth and nodded.

"What's so wrong with that? I needed to see you," he told me as he took a step forward. I sighed into his chest and looked up into his eyes.

"If you haven't, then I wouldn't still be hung up on you as much."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"If you would have never called me again or seen me, then I wouldn't have held on forever, right? Maybe I could have moved on in a few years or so without having to wait for my boyfriend to show up every few months because they are constantly running!"

"Emery. Stop," he pleaded as he held my hand close to his chest.

"And if you were to say goodbye again then I would be alone. Again. I will constantly be wondering when you would return to me. Again." My voice shook but my eyes were dry. I think I have over cried my tears for the last few years that they were no longer there.

"I promise," he said ,"no more goodbyes."

"Didn't you say that last time?" I whispered.

"This time I mean it. Because I'm going to kill Marco."

-

I held tightly onto his hand as we arrived at where his plane was waiting for us. His private jet was there as soon as we had arrived. We sat in front of each other as the plane had taken off. At first it was rough but now it flew smoothly. My head was leaned against the side of the window as I stared out into the beautiful blue ocean but his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Are you hungry?" I turned to see Donovan staring at me with a small smile. I returned it with a shrug.

"Are there any burgers?"

"No. Only steak, grilled shrimps and-"

"Okay, I get it Mr. Richie rich." He snorted at that.

"Whatever," he replied in a nonchalant tone. I stared at Donovan as he was dressed casually in a black tee shirt and jeans with dark shoes as he leaned against his chair with his roughed up hair. Maybe from the mind blowing sex we had  this morning. Or in the limo like half an hour ago. Jeez. There was no way to fulfill our appetite. We were just too hungry for each other.

I watched his face expressions changed as he tapped furiously at his phone. His brothers have been texting him nonstop and I was actually happy to have a decent call from Pierce and Vincent. They were somewhere.. On earth for sure but quite frankly, I didn't know where they were. Everyone was separated. Once he set his phone down, he blew out a breath before looking out his window. His eyes were dark but his face muscles relaxed a little more.

    "You're staring," he said as he suddenly turned to face me. When his eyes met mine,'I felt like the air in my lungs have been swept away. I shrugged my shoulders.

    "If that's what you want to call it. I think of it more as looking at a person for a long time instead or observing but hey, whatever burst your bubbles," I told him. He laughed. I got out of my seat before I seated myself on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. As I pulled away, he suddenly pulled me back in for another kiss.

    "We're on a plane, Donovan," I reminded him as his kiss grew deeper.

    "Yes and this plane have locks to make sure the pilot or co-pilot doesn't come walking in on us fuck-"

    "Okay. Shut up! They might hear you!" I yell at him in a hushed voice as I placed my hand over his mouth. He licked my palm, making me pull my hand back to me.

    "That's disgusting!" I laughed.

    "Really? What would you rather have me lick-"

    "Shut up!" I yelled at him again, making him laugh as my cheeks were practically burning crimson by now and my heart beating too fast for my own good.

    "What does it take for me to get rid of your shyness?" He asked, more to himself than to me. I chuckled at him. He started unbuttoning the top of my dress as he nipped at my neck.

    "A lot," I breathed.

    "Well okay. We've got a few hours to do 'a lot' then," he said in a darker tone. I let out a breath and nodded.

    "Okay but-" I didn't get a chance to finish before he crashed his lips onto mine. Well, I joined the mile high club that day. "A lot" actually.

       I woke up to the touch of Donovan's hand on my cheek. He caresses my skin with a gentle touch as he told me we were about to land.  I was wearing only my black sheer dress that cascaded down my body as my messy hair was in a French tail braid. My body ached and every inch of my body was very sore from our flight back home. As I looked outside, my eyes widened at the sight. This wasn't Seattle.

    "Donovan. Where are we?" I asked him as I kept staring at the beautiful buildings and unique architecture. This seemed so unreal. I stared at him again as he gave me a small smile. He was standing by the mini cooler as he pulled out a water bottle and handed me one.

    "We're in Italy."