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1 WEEK INTO PRESS TOUR
Thank God I didn’t have to worry about being seen in public with him for the last week, so we hadn’t dealt with the press as of now. Which was a blessing. However, that leisure would soon be over. Soon, his schedule would include public appearances, and of course, we’d need to arrive together and present the perfect front of an engaged couple who were madly in love as he told the podcast.
Today, he had an interview with Vogue, which included a photo shoot. They were coming to the penthouse suite in the hotel we were at in California. This place now held so many bad memories for me, and for the last day that we were there, I kind of blacked out and pretended as if everything was okay.
The truth was, I was there, but I wasn’t.
Elias insisted it was the perfect opportunity to have our first photos taken so the public could see us for the first time as a couple. I heard the shower shut off, and within a few minutes, he was walking into the living room with nothing but a white towel. It made it easy to see the outline of his thick, big cock.
I barely had time to register him almost being naked for what felt like the hundredth time. I swear the man had no decency and was constantly walking around naked or in a towel. He had no problem showing me what I was missing, and it was beginning to take its toll.
For the most part, he let me be. He wasn’t pushing himself on me, but I guess he didn’t need to. We were engaged after all. For the time being, he got what he wanted, and I refused to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I continued doing my job as his publicist.
I was about to tell him that he needed to put on some clothes when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted my reckless thoughts.
“Come in,” he ordered, and the door opened, revealing his PA, Renee, walking in with a garment bag in her hands.
“Good morning, Mr. Sinclair,” she greeted. “Here’s the suit you requested.”
He nodded, grabbing it from her.
I was grateful she’d interrupted us when she did, giving me a chance to gather my composure and the effect this man obviously still had on me. Since the first night I slept in his arms, I’d been falling asleep on the couch, but every morning, I’d wake up in the bed instead, and he was long gone.
One thing about Elias Sinclair was that he stuck to a very strict regime that included working out at the ass crack of dawn every day. At times, it felt as if the man didn’t sleep. He was always working at all hours of the day.
The man was almost thirty-three years old and looked better than he did when he was twenty-two. His back muscles flexed as he put on the black dress shirt she had for him.
In a matter of a few seconds, I went from wanting to run away from this photo shoot to watching him get dressed like he was my very own private XXX show. Within seconds, there was another knock on the door, and Vogue’s entire team walked in to get the room set up for him for our photos and his interview. They all signed NDAs, so maybe that was why he wasn’t worried about being himself.
Elias didn’t give a shit. He continued to get dressed as if he was by himself in a room full of people. I couldn’t help but feel bothered that he didn’t leave the room as Renee proceeded to hand him his suit pants.
When he started unwrapping the towel, my body moved on autopilot.
“I’m going to need everyone to leave the room for a few minutes while my fiancé finishes getting dressed.”
Elias’s eyes connected with mine, and a grin quickly followed in his handsome expression. Vogue’s team immediately did as they were told, and I handed him the garment bag I grabbed out of Renee’s grasp on her way out.
It was the first time I called myself his fiancée, and it was not lost on him or me.
“Well, look at that… my wife is a jealous one, and I can’t tell you how much I love that.”
I shook my head. “I’m not jealous.”
“No?”
“Not at all.”
“Care to explain what that was, then?”
“I’m your publicist, and it’s unprofessional for you to change in front of strangers. They should have left the room without being asked.”
He grabbed the garment bag from my hand and dropped the towel to the floor. My mind immediately reminisced on what his cock felt like in my mouth and inside me, and I couldn’t help it for one second, which only pissed me off. My legs swayed, trembling a little. Thinking about all the times he’d stroked it in front of me while he was going down on me or when I was playing with myself. Putting on a little show for him.
Wetness pooled between my legs.
“Come here, my wife. Since you are staring right at it, why don’t you ride it instead?”
I. Stopped. Breathing.
