Belong to You(14)

I released his deep penetration of my throat and shifted up as I licked  his shaft up and down, greedily drinking in every last drop of him. Jack  loosened his grip on my head and slowly unwound his fingers from my  hair. He lifted me up and kissed the top of my forehead tenderly. "Smart  decision to keep that to yourself until our last night, or I would  never have let you leave the room."

His reaction gave me deep satisfaction. If he wasn't going to breakdown  and profess his unbridled love for me, I at least wanted to give him  something he could remember me by. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I snuggled  into his firm chest."

His hand reached down and stroked my cheek. "I enjoyed everything about this week babe."

My heart clenched and it took everything I had not to cry at the thought  of the week being over. I lived a fantasy for a week and I was afraid  reality was never going to be able to measure up. "Me too." My voice was  little more than a whisper.

We stayed awake until the sun came up that night, neither of us wanting  to waste any of the precious time we had together left. Jack made love  to me while staring into my eyes with a tender possessiveness that I  felt deep down in my soul. I didn't remember falling asleep, I only  remembered feeling happier than I had ever been.





Chapter 10


Sienna and I finished packing in silence and she knew that I was  struggling not to get upset. She had warned me to remember that it was a  fling, and not become too attached, but of course I didn't listen. Even  though it had started out as purely sexual gratification, it turned  into something more, for me at least. Sienna could have said ‘I told you  so' when she saw my face as we pulled the last of our luggage from our  room. But instead, she reached out and gave me a hug. "This isn't the  end of something Syd, It's the beginning of your new life. The one you  are going to lead. I know you really liked him, but there will be lots  of others. You needed this to move on. So don't look back and use it to  keep moving forward." She pulled back and studied my face. I had tears  welled up in my eyes and fought to hold them back. "Suck those tears  back girl, crying is for wussies."

We both laughed as we followed after the bellman bringing the luggage  down to meet Jack. Jack and Tyler were waiting and loaded our luggage  into the car. I tried my best to act cool and nonchalant, but I knew it  was written all over my face. As soon as we got on the road, Sienna  reached up and took control of the radio, finding us something we  enjoyed singing. I knew what she was doing, and I loved her for it. I  closed my eyes and sang my heart out with Sienna as we made our way to  the airport. If anything could help me change my mood, it was singing.

The drive to the airport took longer than we had anticipated, and we had  to rush to make it to our gate on time. Jack's flight was after ours,  so he walked us to the gate and held my carry on. The plane was already  boarding when we made out way down, and I felt nauseous at having to say  goodbye to him. We kissed goodbye and Jack held me tight. I cursed  myself silently for not being able to fight back the tears about to  escape when Jack looked at me. He searched my face and took a deep  breath in.
         

     



 
"I still have some questions left." I couldn't respond. My stomach was  in my throat and I was afraid that if I dared to speak, the tears I was  somehow holding back would spill out uncontrollably.

I looked up at him in response and said nothing. "Do you want us to be over?"

A tear escaped and traveled slowly down my face. Jack wiped my tear away  gently with his fingers, caressing my cheek as he waited for my  response.

"No." I shook my head as I spoke.

The flight attendant announced final boarding and Sienna yelled at me to  move my ass. Jack kissed me again once more and when I turned back as I  went down the boarding hall, he was still watching me.





Chapter 11




"Can I get you something to drink?" Startled out of my daydream by the  perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts. I  was in such a fog that I couldn't be sure if I had just woken, and the  last week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.

"I'll have a vodka cranberry and she'll have a merlot. You'll have to  excuse her, she's spent the last week fucking her brains out with a  gorgeous stranger and can't seem to snap out of it." Sienna smiled to  the appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid forties woman who  was wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on  her face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn't used to a raunchy mouth  like Sienna in first class. I looked around and saw most of the other  passengers looked well bred and refined, more like they were dressed for  an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New  York.

The flight attendant brought us our drinks and scurried away with a  hesitant smile. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid hearing any  more about our vacation, which Sienna would have surely divulged, if  given the opportunity. Sienna enjoyed shocking uptight people with her  crass mouth, watching them squirm was a sport for her.

Sienna raised her glass to me in a toast. "To the best damn honeymoon,  I've ever been on." I laughed and shook my head as we clinked glasses  and both tipped our heads back to drink.

"Seriously Syd, are you okay? I know the week meant more to you than just a fling."

I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. "Maybe I just got caught  up in the fantasy of it all. A beautiful island, a gorgeous man, it was  easy to think it was all real." I downed the rest of my drink. "I mean, I  don't even know his last name."

Sienna took my hand and held it in hers. "It's probably for the best  Syd. You need to figure out what you want to do before getting too  involved with another guy anyway." I knew she was right, but it didn't  make it hurt any less.

The uptight flight attendant came by to ask if we wanted another drink  and her eyes went straight to our joined hands. Sienna, being Sienna,  raised our joined hands to her mouth and kissed the back of my hand  while looking at the flight attendant. "What, you never saw a couple in  love? I told you we were on our way back from our honeymoon?" As was  common when Sienna got the urge, the woman walked away speechless.





Chapter 12




A week after our return home from Hawaii I was no more settled than I  was the morning I walked away from Jack in the airport. I just couldn't  get him out of my head. I replayed the week over and over in my mind and  couldn't help but think that Jack was feeling the same thing for me as I  was for him. What if he was my one true love and I let him slip away  because of some ridiculous notion that I couldn't find the love of my  life just because it started out as a rebound fling? I alternated hourly  about how I felt. There were mornings that I held the phone in my hand,  seriously considering calling the hotel in Hawaii and begging them to  get in touch with Jack and give him my number. But then there were  afternoons where I came to the realization that I had spent the week  with a playboy who probably had weeks like we shared on a regular basis.

My honeymoon was over and I went back to work, but I knew that I wasn't  singing with the gusto that I should have been. I was going through the  motions and giving mediocre performances that would more than likely  have me destined for eternal damnation as a lounge singer. I needed to  refocus myself into my singing and find a way to use it as an outlet for  my heartbreak.

As usual, I arrived at the hotel two hours before the club opened to set  up and practice. I was in the middle of my second practice song when  the hotel general manager stopped in and asked me to come to his office  for a quick meeting. My gut wrenched and I was sure that I was going to  be fired for my lackluster performances.         

     



 

Lyle Coughlin, the hotel manager, was a thirty something year old yuppie  wanna be, who might have been cute, if he wasn't so damn full of  himself. He wore expensive suits and shiny shoes and treated most of the  employees like they were his servants. I had heard from one of the  barmaids that I was friends with that he only had the job because he was  related to the Heston family through marriage. I knocked at his door  and he yelled for me to enter. "Come in Sydney, have a seat." He  motioned to one of the leather chairs on the opposite side of his desk.

He came around the desk and lifted one leg to sit on the edge of the  corner of the desk close to me, folding his hands into his lap. I was  sure that before I arrived at his office, Lyle thoroughly debated about  the exact position that he should sit while we spoke, in order for him  to look the most authoritative he could during our talk. It was just the  kind of pompous ass he was. "So Sydney, how do you like it here at the  Heston?"