I steered the car to the small private airfield’s checkpoint.

A guard manning the gates stopped me to ascertain my identity. I named myself and stated the goal of my visit. The uniformed guy contacted someone through the radio, most likely one of Bella’s guys she sent ahead, and I was cleared to go ahead.

I parked the car and stepped out to stretch my legs. Not that I really needed to do so, but...

I felt a bit giddy thinking about meeting with Bella. It had been just a week since I'd seen her last time, but I just couldn’t help myself. It was an odd feeling, considering our history, with my nature adding even more weirdness to the situation.

Those cracks in my masks, the fact that I left something to chance—I wasn’t sure what it was exactly, but I felt that something inside me shifted slightly.

Not much, not entirely, just a hairbreadth, and I wasn’t yet sure if I liked this change or not. Then again, at least, it would be something new, whatever it was.

I distracted myself by checking my phone. Nothing specific. I just opened a random news article that popped up in my feed. Huge scandal in the upper echelons of ‘RobCo’.

It seemed like the corporation decided to use it as a PR stunt. Not a bad move, considering that their competitors would’ve used this opportunity otherwise.

I scrolled through the article: accusations, allegations, and speculations abound. It looked like this piece was written by someone on ‘RobCo’s payroll, since it was framed in a way that the company was cleaning up the corruption in their ranks.

Boring.

I closed this one and tapped another clickbait title.

A hit piece about a huge celebrity being involved in something shady—oh wow, what a shocker!

I didn’t even bother to read past the first few lines of text before closing it. Before I could open the third one, I heard deliberately loud steps approaching me.

I raised my eyes to check, and it was a familiar face. One of Bella’s personal bodyguards. A big bald dude with cauliflower ears. For the life of me, I wouldn’t be able to remember his name, but I knew that he stayed by her side until the very end.

I felt his heavy gaze scan across my whole body. Then he nodded to himself, coming to whatever conclusion he came to in his head.

“Boss lady’s flight will touch down in ten minutes. Follow me.” He didn’t even bother to wait for my response after saying these words, as he turned around and gestured for me to follow him.

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I ignored my irritation at his lack of manners—this guy’s only concern was Bella’s safety, with my feelings and thoughts being secondary to that. Well, nineteen-year-old Michael Roah also didn’t really deserve anyone’s respect, for that matter.

I successfully reasoned with this simple logic.

I still held a grudge nonetheless. Maybe I should ask Bella to lend me this dude for a sparring session?

I smiled at this nefarious thought and followed my special woman’s bodyguard.

***

Through the looking glass, I was watching how Bella walked down from her jet. Isabella Alvarez in full business mode was a sight to behold. And not just appearance-wise, either, though that was top-notch as well.

She noticed me right away, and the serious expression on her gorgeous face changed into a pleasant smile. It seems like I wasn’t the only one looking forward to this moment.

I waved back, mouthing ‘Waiting’ to her. My special woman still had to deal with formalities, so I relaxed back into the comfortable armchair and fought down the rising impatience.

About seven minutes later, the door into the waiting room I was in opened, and Bella walked inside, leaving her small entourage behind.

“Welcome back, my dear.” I offered my greetings, doing my best to keep my excitement to a manageable level.

It was much harder to do than it was to say, though. This bitch always had this effect on me.

“It’s good to be back, dear.” She responded back, approaching me.

I stood up from my seat, thanking Heavens for the fact that my self-control was back in full force.

That Alvarez woman donned her office lady attire, a logical choice in her situation. But that glimpse of a seductive smile in the corner of her lips, coupled with a teasing look in her eyes, told me that there was more to it.

Her outfit consisted of a white blouse, buttoned in a way to emphasize her cleavage, a knee-length pencil skirt that was clinging tightly to her shapely lower half, black pantyhose, or maybe stockings, and high heels.

Ah, so she decided to play from the fetish angle here. And it was working fabulously, especially with all those selfies from the last week.

Bella noticed my stare—of course she did—and the seduction in her smile rose another notch.

I had no idea what she was trying to do by riling me up—well, I had a hunch, actually, but that was beside the point. The fact is, it worked.

I let my self-control go.

My head went mostly blank, ignoring whatever game Bella tried to play here, dragging the now-openly smiling special woman of mine into the bathroom attached to this VIP waiting room.

***

I snapped a picture. My daily ‘Bella-pic’.

From behind, she was bent over next to a sink, her legs spread apart. Her pencil skirt riding on her waist and pantyhose torn, black lace panties slid to her knees. Her face, reflected in the mirror, looked like a mix of a succubus, ready to suck my soul out, and a pleased cat.

“I hope you don’t think that we are done, dear,” she whispered, looking at me through the mirror image.

I shook my head, chasing away the desire to go for round three.

“Of course not, but at least I feel ready for the conversation on the trip back,” I replied with a wink.

Yeah, this would've certainly been a concern otherwise. As I said, she always had this effect on me.