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Then it hit me. No social networks, no pictures with her friends, no dating. Nothing in all these years.
They called her the Ice Queen and turned her into one. She has been alone ever since.
I wish I could go find that douchebag and punch the truth out of him, but I know that with such a practiced liar, it would be almost impossible to get real facts. Plus, I cannot risk exposing our connection to him. There could be a risk of retaliation on his part, and the most liable target would be Carina.
I don't know what he did to her, but it must have been bad. It's been nine years, and I can tell she is still affected by it.
No more.
Not ever again.
I will break that shell of ice around her and bring her out so she can shine again. I could feel her heart in every kiss and in every touch we shared Saturday night. It's a bruised heart, but a beautiful one. I want more than anything to keep it safe, make it mine and show the entire world how magnificent it is.
I shake myself from those thoughts and focus my eyes back on Carina.
I lean over again, catch a whiff of the fruity scent of her goddamned shampoo, and immediately feel my cock stir to life.
Fuck, I'm so far gone the simple smell of shampoo gets me going.
I need to have her again.
And again.
And it has to be sooner rather than later.
Then maybe after I fuck her ten more times, I will finally start to calm down a little.
I feel my dick jump at the thought of spearing into her juicy, hot little cunt again, and I shake my head.
No. Ten more times won't be enough. Not even a hundred more times with her could be.
I willneverhave enough, and I'll make sure she feels the same.
One of the senior directors of the board has been rattling off a list of goals for the foundation since we took our seats.
I have not a fucking clue what the hell he is talking about.
Not that it matters. If he thinks that I’m simply going to absentmindedly approve a list of goals I have not been consulted to compile in the first place only because almost everybody in this room is at least thirty years my senior, he will have another think coming.
I clear my throat, and every head around the table snaps at attention.
Hmm.
This is more like it.
"Those are very helpfulsuggestions, Alan. I'm sure the other directors would have liked to have the chance to debate on them just as much as I would, being the chairman and all of that. In the following days, we will meet in a more appropriate setting to discuss a new list of goals for Avalon. One that will include inputs from everybody in this room will be vetted by me and, of course, one that won't stray so dramatically far away from Avalon's ideals."
I hear whispered snickering and snorts around me, and the strutting man that was standing before me shrinks, reddens, and, coughing and gathering his papers, retakes a seat. One of his cronies opens his mouth to speak, but I stare him into silence.
The next thirty minutes pass in a far less competitive environment. Maxwell and my dad share their insights, and so does Carina's mother, using her speech to introduce her daughter to everyone.
As far as I'm concerned, she doesn't need to sing any more of her praises to me.
I’m already hooked for life.
As the session finally starts to break up and we settle on the date for our next meeting, I squeeze Carina’s hand in mine and then let go, feeling immediately bereft.
I stand up, willing my body to behave, and look down at her. “Miss Preston, I’m sure you are a very welcome addition to this board. I wanted to speak with you the other night at the gala, but I didn’t manage to catch up to you. You left far too early. We are both new here, and we need to compare notes. So, what do you say we go get a cup of coffee?"
