Chapter 15 - Catherine

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After a hundred shops and fifty bags of new clothes, from the most expensive brands in the world I bought, we finally arrived at the parking lot in front of the Aero building. When I walked into my office with Ryan at my side, we noticed that Amber wasn't at the office yet. Where is she? I looked over to her desk, her chair was empty, but twisted, meaning that she must be nearby. Ryan's voice came from behind me, tearing me out of my thoughts.

"Well, she doesn't seem to be here yet. "He grabbed my waist, picked me up and placed me on my desk." "You love games, don't you? How about if today for once, I would have sex on your desk. Of course, I wouldn't take advantage of my position as a company director, just to have sex with my female employee. " He grinned and his hands moved up my thighs.

"What do you think of that, Cath?" He asked with an excited flicker in his eyes. He pushed my panties aside and licked my neck before he penetrated me. I slipped my hand into his hair and pulled on it, his mouth opening with mine and he pushed his tongue in my throat. At that moment the telephone on my desk rang.

I picked it up and heard Amber's voice at the end of the other line. "Hello, Catherine. I'm sorry if I bother you right now, there is a guy named Jordan Trinity. He claims to be your father. " My mind was fogged, that's just a dream, right? The phone dropped out of my hand. Immediately, Ryan pulled himself out of me and said something, but I could not understand him.

He picked up the phone and yelled something in. Suddenly I held my stomach and shut my mouth shut. I broke out into a disturbing laugh. Ryan hung up and looked at me worried. "There's a back door if you want we can get out of here," he said. Although I knew he was serious I could not stop laughing. "Take me out of here Ryan, I don't want to risk having to meet him. Otherwise, I'll lose my mind and go mad and end up in a straightjacket in the madhouse. "He nodded and escorted me to the back door. When we got to the parking lot, Ryan kept the door open for me and made sure nobody had followed us. When I made myself halfway comfortable on the passenger seat of his Mercedes, he already started the engine and drove off at an incredible speed. It felt as if it had only been yesterday when James took me and Skye to the airport and then parted ways there. Ryan's voice broke my thoughts.

"Should I go to the airport?" I nodded in silence, watching the lights of the city mirror in the darkness. Something was reassuring about it. Then I fell asleep. After an hour, I woke up and looked over at Ryan. "We're here," he said. I nodded and grabbed my bag as I got out of the car. » Which flight do we want to take? At 1:00 pm, a flight goes to ... "But before he could go on, I pointed to the flight that would take off in 45 minutes. "... to Cuba. "

He blinked a few times before he could find words again.

»Why to Cuba? Do you know anybody there? "Ryan asked as the flight crew made their regular procedure on us. » My uncle lives there. We should retire for a while and immerse ourselves until this drama settles down a bit. "I made a quick call to my uncle and told him it had been a spontaneous decision to come to Cuba. Everything else I would explain to him later.

After we finally got through all the security measures we climbed into our plane. Of course, my uncle had sent me first-class last-minute airline tickets. I was very grateful for that. Because I want to get out of this country as fast as possible. After 3 hours of flight, we finally arrived at the Cuban airport. I looked around and saw my uncle in the middle of the crowd at the airport. He looked like a typical godfather, you know, the ones from the mafia movies. Small, fat, a small beard over his lips, a cigar in his hand and an Italian accent. Ryan looked around and I nodded to him, as we walked to my uncle. When my uncle saw us, he beamed at me. "Bella, Catherine. How long has it been since I saw you for the last time? Turn, sweetheart. You look beautiful. More beautiful than ever. "

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