"Wait!" I had a hard time catching up with her, slowed down by my new pair of mules, which I unfortunately decided to break in today.
Bristling, Glenda stopped midway to Constantijin's office. When I reached her side, she immediately started enumerating what Constantijin apparently did not like about my report. "The length of the report..." She sniffed.
"Sorry," I mumbled even though I didn't quite understand why the ten-page length of my report was a problem. Did they want it like Arian's, which was shorter than a text message? She only submitted full-length reports when sucking up to managers.
As we walked past a group of interns, Glenda continued, "And that series you are recommending!" She shuddered.
My heart sank. Even my series recommendation was a problem? I honestly thought they would like City Hunter, considering how awesome the Korean adaptation was plus the fact that Kastein Inc. – with its own adaptation – could create a better ending, thus giving Asian markets a new reason to revisit the series.
We reached Constantijin's suite of offices. "Go in, go in," she said irritably, practically pushing me in. When the door closed behind her, Glenda startled me by winking.
"Sorry, dear. It was the boss' orders to make your visit here inconspicuous."
"Then … then my report wasn't really bad?"
"Oh, no, Constantijin loved it. He just said I should torture you on the way here."
"Glenda!"
"Blame the boss, dear," Glenda said over her shoulder as she returned to her desk, already focused on her tasks.
When I entered Constantijin's office, he was already grinning.
I totally saw red.
"Not now, sweetheart," Constantijin said, easily catching my slapping hand as I reached him. "I have something better in mind." And then he was kissing me with ravaging hunger, taking me by surprise and completely sweeping me off my feet.
Lesson #5
Yes is the only word your billionaire wants to understand.
When you say ;no',
he will think you are saying ;never'.
Constantijin half carried me to his couch, dropping himself on it and I landed on his lap sideways without our kiss breaking.
"You drive me insane with wanting, schat."
"You, too," I gasped, arching as his lips left a trail of kisses and nibbles on my neck.
He twisted me around on his lap, leaving me lying with my back against his chest, legs spread open with his in between. I moaned when I felt his hand pulling my tucked blouse free from my skirt. And then he was cupping me, pushing my bra away almost angrily so that his hands could completely cover my flesh.
"Constantijin."
"I want a going-away gift," he said as he started tweaking my nipples.
"What?" I managed to ask, finding it so hard to concentrate when he pinched my nipples rather hard.
"I want to see you come before I go."
Oh my God, oh my God---
"Say you'll let me?" He breathed into my ear, making me shudder.
"Constantijin … "
"I want to remember your face as I make you come, Yanna."
When he said those words, when he said it like that, his thick Dutch accent a rough/tender caress all on its own, all I could do was nod, twisting sideways so I could look at him.
One of his hands dipped into my lacy briefs.
"Aaaah." I didn't make any attempt to lower my voice, not when I knew his office was totally soundproofed and not when I knew by now how much Constantijin liked hearing me express my pleasure with his touch. I kind of liked it, too. Well, to be honest – I really liked it.
Wetting his fingers with my moisture, Constantijin bit my ear lightly just as one finger penetrated me, so deeply only the size of his knuckles prevented him from going further in.
Letting out a long moan, I writhed in his lap, legs parting even more widely so he could touch me more deeply.
"Do you like how I finger-fuck you, Yanna?"
"Yes," I sobbed. He never failed to reduce me to a tearful mess with his touch.
"Are you ready for more, sweetheart?"
"Yessss---aaaaah!" Two, no, three---oh my God, four!
My sex stretched to accommodate him, being so very eager to please as was the rest of my body. His fingers started to move in synchrony as he fucked me long and hard.
"Please, please." I couldn't help screaming the words out as his thumb started rubbing my clit without stopping the thrusts of his fingers.
My hips began to move, almost demandingly bouncing up and down on his slick fingers.
"After this goddamn courtship, once you realize how much I want you, I'm going to tie you to bed and fuck you until you'll be begging me to stop."
My body started to shake at his words, and I knew I was so, so near to coming.
Constantijin's hand tightened around my left breast even as his fingers continued its punishing rhythm – something I couldn't get enough of.
"I won't listen to what you say, though. I won't stop even if you beg me with your mouth."
Oh, oh, oh. Imagining his cock in my mouth thrilled me so much it had me riding his fingers with even more frantic speed.
"Constantijin."
He pulled my nipple, its painfully aroused state reacting even more sensitively to his touch.
"My cock has been burning for you for weeks. It will take twice as long before I will be able to stand letting you go for more than a minute without having you."
He pushed hard against my clit at the same time his fingers thrust wildly into me.
I came with another scream, my body racked by the tremors of my orgasm.
Later, much, much later, Constantijin carefully fixed my appearance before pulling me back into the couch with him. I lied in his arms, loving the sound of his rapid heartbeat.
"Where will you go?" I mumbled against his chest.
"New York. My company is sponsoring several charity functions so my attendance is required."
I bit my lip because I almost said I'd miss him. Instead, I said, "Take care."
He stopped stroking my hair to ask, "You'll behave like a good girl when I'm away?"
I rolled my eyes. "Shouldn't I be the one warning you? I'm not the one with a playboy reputation here."
"Naturally, since you're a woman."
"Constantijin!
"Yanna!"
I had to smile at that. "But have a safe trip, okay?"
His face hardened all of a sudden. "You didn't answer my question. Promise me you're not entertaining any other suitors."
Even three weeks into our courtship and Constantijin still had trouble trusting me. He never stopped asking about my "other" suitors --- even though he should by now I would always have the same answer for him.
"You know that's none of your business." And it wasn't – not until he was ready to commit to something more permanent than being fuck buddies to each other.
"Just give me a fucking name, even a goddamn number---"
I lifted myself up so I could face him. "Constantijin, don't." I said it as gently as I could. He had to learn to trust me – the way I was struggling so hard to trust him despite what all the media stories were saying about him.
A flash of irritation crossed Constantijin's eyes. "Yanna."
"You know you don't have any right to say that." I did my best to keep my voice gentle. I hated fighting with him, but I had to stand my ground on this. He had a domineering personality, and I couldn't let him get away with everything.
His eyes shuttered. "Fine."
I was tempted to take it back but I didn't. "I'll miss you."
The words usually made him smile, but this time it only made him feel more distant.
And then before I knew it, he was gone.
Lesson #6
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,
But heaven hath nothing as gorgeous as a billionaire made jealous.
My weekend felt empty without a single call or message from Constantijin. It made my heart cry out in fear, but I did my best to suppress it. I kept asking Constantijin to have faith. Yet here I was, unable to trust him just because he could be too busy with work to do so.
Monday arrived, and I had never been so keen to go to work. But I was in for a surprise, with Glenda telling me gently that Constantijin had been delayed and would be staying in New York indefinitely.
The office wasn't the same without him. Even food – my greatest comfort in life – wasn't as comforting as it had been all these years. For the first time in my entire existence, even my favorite lasagna tasted like layers of recycled paper mixed with cheap cardboard.
I managed to resist Google-stalking him until Thursday. I had to know what was going on with him. Just one little peek, I promised to myself as my fingers expertly paved a secret pathway into his world.
In a few seconds, what I did and did not need to see stared back at me in painfully vivid colors.
Rows of photos of Constantijin attending different functions, looking dashingly debonair in his tuxes and suits, filled the page. And always present in his arm was the lovely Selena, elegant and beautiful in a similarly golden way, their blond heads melting together whenever they posed together for photos.