The Billionaire's Wife(16)
His heavy body falls on top of me, his still throbbing cock remains inside my twitching pussy and his head rises and falls with each rapid breath I take.
“Fuck me…” Gideon lifts his head to look in to my eyes with a kinky smile, “you’re good.” I wonder for a moment whether to take that as a compliment or a testament to his initial thoughts of my bedroom talent. I go for the former and flash him an exhausted smile. I can manage little more than a slow blink and running my tongue over my bottom lip.
Chapter Eight
The sunrise is just about the brightest that I’ve ever seen breaking through the floor to ceiling windows and I lay for a moment taking in the view. I wonder if Gideon is still sleeping beside me and part of me wants to turn around and lay my head on his chest, but the other part of me fears that he will be gone. I still myself, quieting my breath, listening for his sleepy and rhythmic breath. Nothing. I reach my hand across the wrinkled sheets, feeling for the warmth of his body. Nothing. Great, another one time fuck with the elusive Gideon Lambert. I flip on to my side, confirming my suspicion. Gideon is, in fact, gone, but resting on his pillow is an envelope decorated with the elaborate scrolled words ‘Read Me.’ I can’t help but think of Alice in Wonderland and wonder if there is another note somewhere that reads ‘Don’t Read Me.’
Nothing good can come from reading a note left in the place of a missing lover and I decide that it can most definitely wait until I have showered. I swing my legs over the side of his bed and before stepping on to the cold tile floor I down the entire glass of water that was next to my side of the bed. I can’t remember being this thirsty in a while; I suppose that’s what a marathon sex session with a control freak will get you. I let my feet fall to the floor and feel the chilling coldness of the tile sinking in to my skin. I wonder just where he is for a moment before lifting myself up and heading to the bathroom. Every inch of my body aches as though I have run a marathon, only the apex of my thighs aches too, almost bruised. I wouldn’t be surprised to find a bruise, the way he fucked me last night I wouldn’t be surprised to find one big bruise!
The bathroom is sterile, spotless. It looks like it’s never been used before and I find a pile of clean towels sitting on the countertop. He must have anticipated that I’d want to shower, but I idly wonder if he anticipated that I’d shower before I read the note…perhaps that’s what the note says:
Melissa, left clean towels in the bathroom, had to run to work. See you later, Gideon
I contemplate the possibility and run through a million other things the note could say while I let the warm water cascade over my naked body. The problem is that I have absolutely no idea what it could say but the general inclination is to think it’s a Dear John type of letter that reads ‘Thanks for the fuck, just head down to reception after you grab a shower.’ Gideon couldn’t possibly be so heartless though, could he? After telling me how much he had to have me, after telling me I was his ‘good girl.’ The terrible thought enters my head, as I rinse the shampoo from my hair, that he calls every girl that’s ever been in his bed his ‘good girl,’ that he worships each and every one of them. There is no doubt that there’s no shortage of girls lining up to make Gideon Lambert happy.
There is something masochistic in torturing yourself over the contents of a letter that could quite easily be opened. In my head though, if I don’t open the envelope then I don’t know what he has to say and that means that he can’t possibly be kicking me out. I step out of the shower and wrap the fluffy white towel around me before twisting my hair up in a second towel. I can’t wait anymore, I need to know what the letter says, the possibilities that my head is creating have to be worse than what it actually says.
I feel butterflies rising in my stomach as I sit on the edge of the bed. I wonder if he is the one who wrote the scrolled lettering on the envelope. Flipping it over I see the calligraphy letters “GL” across the seal of the envelope. The seal reminds me of something almost medieval and taking a moment to steady myself I finally tear open the envelope. Inside I find a relatively thick letter. Unfolding it I see the heading to the “letter” which reads:
Contract for Employment
Position: Personal Assistant to Mr. Gideon Lambert
The sheer length of the contract is intimidating, I’ve never been an avid reader and even in college I only read that which I absolutely had to in order to get by. I much preferred catching the movie versions of the regular reading lists…but somehow I’m thinking there isn’t a movie version of this reading assignment. I look over the front and back of the four page contract for any evidence of actual communication from Gideon, but there is nothing, just the contract itself. The mystery deepens.