Love Affair In Chicago

Five

An entire week had passed and Michael had not one call from Giselle,he was worried. He paged her constantly, even went back to the table they had dinner at the first time. It was so bad for him that he wanted to get the police involved, but he knew not where she lived or her husband's name. He filled himself with work day after day waiting for her response to his many pages. Day eight had passed and it was now Saturday. Michael had grew irritable and had called in sick Friday and stayed in bed all of Saturday. Why was he so love sick over her? What had she done to him? Why was he even feeling this way? And in fact why did she want him? It all just seems so unlikely that she wanted him. She was beautiful and sexy soft and serene. He couldn't figure out why she wanted him. He grinned thinking of her thick hips, her beautiful lips and her soft voice. He missed the scent of Chanel arousing his nose. Giselle enlightened every part of his body and he needed to see her soon.

At the penthouse,Giselle sat at the breakfast table with her family. She smirked through all of her thoughts as she sipped her mimosa and watched her children sit at the table and eat. Thomas winked at her then stood up and leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Oh, darling you are greatly sneaky." She giggled after he whispered in her ear."Yes ,I'll be there shortly." She said glancing back up at the children. "Darlings, mommy and daddy must talk before your flight. So go check your rooms and make sure you have everything you need." She told them and they finished their food stood up kissed their mother cheeks and raced to their separate rooms to tidy up. Giselle looked down at her vibrating pager again. "Michael." She sighed. "You poor poor man of mine. I promise, I'm coming sooner than you think." She smirked as she stood up finished the rest of her beverage and walked sexily up to her bedroom. Once there, she stood in the door. She looked at her chocolate husband and bit into her lip. He was a handsome man and he knew how to love her body good. She loved him...well his money and sex. He gave her babies, but without his money that's all that kept her there. He was a handsome man she thought as she watched him and he was well endowed with those strong male parts . He gave her loads of orgasms and knew exactly how to work his tongue, but Michael. He was God! King of Kings!He was every bit of her beginning and all of her ending. She needed to have him, all of him and she wasn't going stop until she got him.....

Later that day the children hurried to the door as they held on to one small bag of luggage. Giselle waked in slowly as her red lipstick shined and her hair bounced off of her shoulders. "Look at you two." She walked and kneeled down to them both tears welled up in her eyes as she held each of their hands. "I thought this would be easy, but it's not.' She sniffled and sighed. "I'm going to think of you every day, my loves. Mommy loves you both so much." She winced as she pulled them both close to her body. "I love you; I love my babies so much." She winced and pulled away.

"You both go to the car. The driver is at the elevator." Thomas told the children who both said good bye to their mother and walked out. "Sweetheart." Thomas said lowly as he stepped closer to his wife. "They'll be fine and you will be too. I'll be back as soon as possible. I'll call you once we cross over, and sweetheart I want you to think about this move. I have no idea why you like this place. It's full of crime and low life people." Thomas preached.

"Darling, this is my home and I don't want to leave. We've discussed this numerous of times. I love you and be safe." She told him as she walked to the door and opened it.

Thomas lowered his head by now he knew not to fight his wife on matters as such. He walked to the opened door kissed her lips gripping the roundness of her ass. "See you soon, sweet heart." Thomas said as he smiled and left the penthouse.

It didn't take Gigi long to bathe and change into yet another form fitting outfit. This time a white dress with a gold broach attached over her right breast. She glanced in the mirror as she decorated her lips with her signature firey red lip color . A hint of Chanel was dabbed on each side of her neck and one on each wrist. She picked up her designer tote, grabbed her keys and left the penthouse. She hailed for a taxi just as soon as she walked out of the glass doors. Three or four cars screeched on breaks all wanting to offer her a ride. She knew she was every bit of what men wanted and she's had her share of men. From big time executives, ball players and married men. But Michael was her forbidden fruit of choice and she was definetly going to sink her teeth in him. The city was clear tonight. She looked up at the shining lights and tall buildings as she sat in the taxi. She loved Chicago every since she was a little girl, even when she followed her mother around to those night clubs where she'd sing for hours. No matter how much Thomas wanted her to leave, Chicago was a place she'd never ever part especially now with Michael in her life. The taxi had dropped her off in front of the Clairmont hotel. Once the driver opened the door she elegantly placed her feet on the pavement and stepped out of the car. She looked up at the city lights with a quick smirk. Then she focused on the door as she proceeded in with a graceful walk. The doorman pulled the doors open for her and the sweet sounds of music aroused her ears.