Unveiled (Torn #6)(37)
Upon seeing his name flashing on my screen, I had this overpowering feeling of wanting to ask him if I could make a quick hasty visit to his office for a rush hush session but I was rather feeling shy, which was so unlike me. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want to appear too excessive that one could label me a sex addict. Okay, maybe I was one but I was only addicted to one particular cock, named The Mount Olympus Phallus AKA Dimitris Kosta’s rock-hard tool of perfection.
This call might seem like it was such a small tiny thing but for me, it reaffirmed my belief that he and I will be okay. “I’m glad you’re thinking of me even though you should be focusing on work,” I lightly teased, sensing him smile when I heard a soft chuckle from his end.
“I want to focus on you—and I will very soon. Let me see what I can do if I can get off work for a few days. How does that sound? I want to take you somewhere…”
It would be lovely to spend some interrupted quality time with him. “Anywhere with you sounds perfect, Dimi.” Gah, I sounded so sprung but I couldn’t help it. I was crazy for him.
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said before I heard someone inform him in the background that the meeting should be starting soon. He then thanked him before getting back to me. “So, do you have any plans for today? I could make a call to Pappou or mamá to let them know that you’ve arrived so they can take you out for lunch…I don’t want you alone in the house, you might get too lonely.”
How thoughtfully touching. “Thanks babe but I was actually considering going to the salon. Hope that’s okay? Maybe we can meet your family for dinner later?” I wasn’t considering any drastic change but I wanted a new hairstyle and maybe a new hair color. The only thing virgin in me was my hair, and I was about to strip it from that novelty.
“Dinner sounds good but I want to share this alone with you,” he said before grumbling a complaint that he didn’t want to go to some tedious meeting. “I suppose I should get back to work. Expect me home no later than six tonight. Be ready then so we can head to dine somewhere nice before heading to Pappou’s place for coffee and a nightcap perhaps. And please, make use of the driver at your disposal. If you go to vanity mirror, check the drawer below it. I had my secretary call the credit card company to have your name added on to my accounts. So please don’t use your money—and I please don’t argue with me with this. I want to take care of you. I work to bloody hard if you’re simply not going to enjoy and reap the rewards of my hard earned money. Get whatever you like yeah? There’s no limit, so shop until it bores you to tears.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes. “I do love to shop but I won’t use it for every purchases I make—this is the only compromise I’ll make with you or I won’t use it at all. Don’t get me wrong, I loved to be spoiled and I love even more that you oblige whatever I desired, but I’m not the kind to take advantage of that. Whether you love me or not, I don’t need a sugar daddy even though you’re sweet as sin.”
He groaned. “Sweet as sin…woman you’ll very much taste how sweet I can be once you get on your knees and work for that kind of sweetness. Thinking about you blowing me good already made my cock mighty hard.”
Perfect. Now it wasn’t just me that would be looking forward to seeing him tonight. I needed him hungry so he could match the fire that needed to be unleashed within me. “Hold on to that image of me babe—cause I’ll do you good and then some. But in the meantime, let me go head for the shower, grab a light snack before heading to the salon.”
“I always think of you…I always do.” He confessed making me immensely blush.
“Ditto Greek McHottie,” I uttered, beaming from ear to ear before he finally gave me a final goodbye.
This new phase we were on felt like we were falling in love again but in a much deeper level, as if our relationship had gone past the physical and emotional stages. It was as if it had simply dug itself into our psyche, submerging itself into our sub conscious and giving us that feel of security, hopelessness and pure bliss, nourishing the soul. It felt movingly elemental like as if this was what we were trying to achieve all along.
Could it be possible that love becomes stronger, infallible, because of betrayal and that moment where one’s hanging by the thread and everything’s on the line—and in that very specific moment, everything—every single damning thing that mattered becomes magnified into one sole focus with one solitary purpose. And the moment one hangs on a hairsbreadth, one realizes what they truly longed for. What they truly wanted in life.
I read in one fashion magazine articles about wives who forgave their husband’s infidelity and how that one decision had changed their marriage for the better. How it became stronger as if they were a rock on a solid foundation. They stated that as long as there’s love, there’s always hope for survival as long as there won’t be a repetition of that infidelity.
Whatever the answer was for us, I knew we were heading forward and it was best that I address this to the woman who had no qualms in causing problems for the two of us.
Chapter 19
Lindsey
The salon appointment merely lasted the entire afternoon. I had always loved my glossy dark brown hair but I had this inkling to change it, as if going with the tide of the current events of my life. When the stylist showed me photos of the current hair trends, I opted to lighten my hair with the color that was almost blonde but gearing towards chestnut brown with golden caramel highlights and lowlights.