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"Who else would make my mind waver?" I said with an exasperated sigh.
"She's not coming?"
"Oh, she will," I replied and looked away. "She will."
The second time I said that was to assure myself. Natasha had changed. The way she had decided we'd go to that four star restaurant or how she defended the college beggar wasn't normal. We were both taught not to mingle with people below us in class.
What might have made her change her views? That was not all. When I saw her approach Ian's office with her scrubs in hand, I didn't think much of it at first. But it was also odd. Was she there to report something? Or was she there to change in his office?
The look of disgust in her eyes even when she smiled in the office was also new. There was no way she should look at me like. I was the man who would later become her husband after all.
And then her wrists…they had been tied. Her neck…there was a slight bruise. I thought I was seeing things and used the guise of trying to kiss her cheek to get a good look at it. Sure enough it was a real kiss mark.
She was seeing someone else. It was practically impossible. Natasha had never shown interest in any man since high school. To ease my worries, I had gotten someone to watch over her.
"Are you sure you want to do this today?" Jacqueline asked, disrupting my thoughts. "I'm actually done with the make-up, and I don’t want to start all over again."
"Forgive me, my dear," I said as I got to my feet.
I held her cheek with my left hand and she closed her eyes, melting into my hands - just the way every woman who sees me is supposed to do.
"It's alright, I'm just worried about you," she said softly.
Such a pathetic adorable creature. I kissed her lips gently and watched her lick her them afterward.
"Thank you for worrying, but I'll be fine," I assured her. My hands went lower and squeezed her ass. She lacked a lot of what Natasha had but her blonde hair and grey eyes were fascinating enough for me to replace her mentally.
"After the shoot, will you be too busy to spend some time with me?" she asked.
"I need to release anyway, so yes," I said.
She smiled and nodded softly, a tool to satisfy my urges, as all women should be…until I have Natasha to myself.
*****
After my photoshoot, I retreated to my hotel accompanied by Jacqueline. As we got into the room, I started to undress.
"Oh, I thought we would like watch TV or something first, you know…" she said nervously.
"Jacqueline, we're both adults…no need to act like a couple of teenagers who need to hide their intentions," I sighed and kissed her cheek. "Undress now."
She bit her lips seductively and muttered, "As you wish."
She walked toward the bed and got ready. Wearing a blood-red dress that stopped at her knees, she started to slowly undress. I was already in my underwear, so I poured myself a shot of whiskey, occasionally watching my meal get ready. As she bared herself, I motioned for her to come closer. I inspected her carefully. Her grey eyes had been covered with green contacts matching those of my fiancée. Her blonde hair wasn't naturally beautiful like Natasha's. But it would have to do.
She held my hand and gently pulled me to the bed. I followed, amused by her eagerness. I held her chin and lifted her face. Not as beautiful as my goddess, but she wasn't bad to look at. I visualized the person I wanted to see and kissed her. Her lips tasted like chocolate and were very soft. A single kiss wasn't going to cut it; so I kissed her again and again.
"Mmm…" she groaned gently as I let her tongue into my mouth.
I sucked gently on her tongue for a few seconds before letting her go. She kissed my neck, my chest and stomach, then gradually went lower and lower until she made contact with my underwear. She pulled it down and started to get to work on my glorious member.
Her mouth was skilful, and her tongue could easily wrap around my length. I watched her suck me off, eyes closing, only opening to gaze at me in awe. I couldn't help but wonder if Natasha would have the same look in her eyes while she feasted on me.
Is she even experienced in things like this?
No sooner had I asked myself that question than I remembered the bruise on her hands and her eyes of disgust as she stared at me. I was suddenly irritated. I held Jacqueline's head and forced the rest of my length into her mouth. I watched as she panicked, gripping my sides for mercy. I revelled in seeing her struggle, before pulling out to let her breathe. The anger in her eyes wasn't missed. I knew it would be better if it were Natasha looking at me.
"What's wrong? Giving up already?" I asked with a smirk.
