Beneath The Orange Sunset ✔️

18

~18~

Antoine was mesmerized by the woman laying quietly on his bed. He paced to the bathroom at the the end of long room did his business in the toilet and returned to bed.

The atmosphere inside his room was calm and inviting, romantically. What man would have a woman like Olga by his side for two whole nights and not be happy. His weekend went perfectly well with her around. Thanks to his mother.

The skies was getting blue. Antoine twitched wondering if he would make love one more time just before the dawn cracks finally. He touched her soft cheeks slightly and smiled.

He had met her a year ago at the Lacroix tower in London. He had no idea what business she was pursuing there. He fell in love at first sight. He knew right away that he wanted her.

He would never forget the way her blue eyes lit when he introduced himself and mentioned his full name to her. She was so cute and wouldn't leave her side.

They had lunch together that day and he learned about her favorite food and her favorite colour.
He paid for her flight ticket back to Italy and had always kept in touch with her since then. Theirs was a distant relationship and whenever they had opportunity to meet like this, he cherished every moment with her.

She had the most intense royal blue eyes and thick long red curls. Some days she would braid the curls all the way back making her virtually irresistible.

Right now, those red curls lay scattered all over her sleek shoulders. Antoine felt his insides erupt in excitement.

She slept peacefully. He had ravished her all night. Maybe he should leave her alone. After all, she was his woman. He patted the curls away from her round face and stooped lower to give her a kiss on her lips.

He laid back on his side facing her. She had twitched from the sensation of his lips on hers and murmured something in her sleep.

Antoine smiled. Was she dreaming of him already? His left hands grazed her cheeks lightly again, soothing her back to sleep.

But she moved her arms over her head and muttered more clearly, in a thin, high pitched voice.

    "Ohh... Maxime..."

Maxime?

Antoine's eyes widened. He interpreted that as a moan, coming from a sexually satisfied woman. But she made those sexy moans for him, only.

He felt blood pounding in his forehead, watching her features for any other sign of feelings.

Olga seemed to have felt his stare boring into her skin and opened her eyes. She propped herself up to an angle with both elbows and gazed at the man beside her.

    "What did you just say?"

    "Nothing, as you can see I was asleep," Olga pouted. She ran her hand through her curls and stepped out of the bed.

Antoine watched her in disbelief.

Maxime? Oh Maxime?

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Fabien glanced at his new Cartier brown leather wristwatch. He had fixed a meeting by 7am, with Antoine at his country home. Maybe a one on one interaction can help clear the misunderstandings between them.