The rest of the days went in a blur, I did so many things I did not think was possible in a short amount of time. I did not see Emilio at all after our lunch that day and I was missing him terribly. As I sat on the plane which will take me to the Island where we were to get married, I could feel a turmoil inside me. Emilio would join us on the Island from another plane. I was with Mr. Alexander and Meghan. They were obviously talking about the will and everything else. I seized that opportunity to keep in check with the hurricane of emotions I was experiencing.
At first this deal seemed an innocent one but the last few days with Emilio and then having to go through his absence alerted me. I was beginning to warm up to him. I was expecting things from him. Things I should not expect. I was not really his wife nor was he really my husband and yet I have missed him terribly. He made it a must to text me during these two days he was away. He would ask me how I was coping with everything and I would answer him not to worry and concentrate on his work. Even his small gestures tugged at my heart. I could lose this battle because if I did there was no coming back from it intact.
I have loved his ways of touching me, warming me to his touches and his innocent peck on the cheeks but I knew he was doing so to make me get used to his touch. I am sure he did not even feel anything and me I was turning into a volcano with his simple touch. I needed to get back to reality and be practical. We are in a contract marriage.
A contract marriage has only one goal, divorce! It was time to make the barriers around my heart stronger and higher.
Emilio
I was in a crappy mood and even my staffs looked at me as if I was a rabid dog. I instructed them on the final details of the proposal and then headed for the airport. Once I boarded the private jet, I reeled in my anger and tried as much as possible to calm down. My mood was not because of the project but rather because of a curvy and delicious woman.
I was shocked how much I missed her in these two days. I missed our genuine conversations and how I would touch her and the way she smelled. The flight attendant offered me some wine. I refused and opted for some cold water. I needed to cool down. My reaction to Jane completely caught me off guard.
I have been with models, the sexiest ladies on earth and yet this simple woman who looked at me confusingly when I touched her unraveled me to infinity. There was no way one could act that much. I flirted with her, touched her and tried to overpower her with my presence, she simply bowed her head and ignored me. There was only once I caught her when I saw desire flashing in her eyes. When I was doing the dishes.
There was no mistake in the glint in her eyes and how she shook her head embarrassingly and moved to wash her mug. I had to catch myself several times around her so that I did not end up pinning her to my desk or wall and ravishing her. She was oblivious of the effect she had on me and this was a new one for me. I never wanted someone so much. Every moment with her was as if stroking my inner void. She was a woman with whom a man could have a family and that scared me.
My uncontrolled feelings for her could be my downfall. I needed to build my guard around her. Afterall she was in my life for only one year. After that she would be gone. My attention was drawn by the attendant bringing me food. She was trying all sort of way to have my attention.
There was the excessive bending, the extra buttons opened to show her cleavage and her fluttering eyelashes. I looked at her and she was quite attractive. I stared at her for a while expecting a stirring in my loins but there was nothing. I allowed her to brush her fingers on my lap as she set down the plates. Again nothing. What was wrong with me? I let her leave, mostly it was because she saw all her advances was in vain.
I closed my eyes and pictured the way Jane took my face into her hand. Her touch was enough to cause a deep stirring in my parts. I remembered how her body felt plastered to mine. Her soft feminine curves and her clean and fresh smell. My Jane did not need extra jewelries or extra opened buttons to kindle my desire for her. She simply had to laugh and be her kind self. In the few days spent with her I noticed how kind she was, how helpful she was and even in her workplace where she faced many prejudices, she was always ready to help. I chewed on the food and caught myself.
My Jane? I'll be damned.
As soon as the plane landed, I was ushered to the hotel where the wedding was taking place. I wanted to see Jane so badly, but Meghan had warned me that I would be seeing her only at the reception. I rushed to my room and saw my tuxedo hanging. I smiled seeing it knowing instantly it was Jane's choice. There was a note in the pocket.
Even Aliens need a good tux
I smiled and got into the shower. It was my wedding day after all.