together. Too bad it would all end tonight.
She had gone to his home earlier, picked the lock to the gym, and set her trap. Demi was glad he still didn’t have an alarm system in the gym otherwise she would have been in big trouble. Before she left, she’d snooped around, finding several pieces of female clothing in Makei’s closet. Under his bathroom counter were feminine products. Whoever had left those things, she was much more than a one-night stand, or an overnight guest. She meant something to him, and now here he was trying to seduce her. Demi shouldn’t have been upset, after all Makei was a very handsome, successful and sexy man.
Revenge was now like food for Demi. It nourished her mind, body, and soul. Her spirit soared to new heights when she crossed those other names from her list. Tomorrow she would experience that feeling once again. For now, she had to play along with his games so that she could be there when he expired.
Several times during their romantic evening, Makei’s cell phone buzzed. He glanced at it to see who was calling and then didn’t answer. Maybe it was the person who kept her clothing and other personal items at his home, Demi speculated. Right now, she couldn’t care less. Once upon a time, she could have been on the other end of the line, being rejected and sent straight to voicemail. No one deserved to be treated like that, especially by the one she loved.
As the evening turned to night, Makei and Demi laughed, danced, and held each other. The sensations flowing between them felt like an electric shock. Before Demi knew what was happening, Makei pulled her close and kissed her with so much passion, her boots hurt. All she wanted to do was stay in his arms forever. When he pulled away, Makei apologized for his forwardness. He looked down at her boots and smiled. He too had contributed immensely to her massive shoe collection.
“Those are some serious boots, De mi. You certainly know just how to rock them. Man!”
The boots were not the only thing he checked out. Demi knew it. “Thanks,” she replied. She turned, giving him a little something extra, watching as he licked his lips and scanned her entire body. She caught him biting his fist, mouthing the word damn.
The waiter came to clear their plates, and Makei held Demi’s hand, leading her to a private exit and his awaiting Bentley Coupe. The car was beautiful, but Demi was not turned on by cars. Stilettos were her fuel of choice, and Makei knew it.
When she slid into the backseat, sitting there was a Manolo Blahnik shoe box. Demi could not contain her excitement. When she opened the box she squealed. She was in love. The mustard-yellow, five-inch stiletto platforms, with an open-toe and back strap, smiled at her. Makei sat back, admiring her. “You like them?”
Was he serious? She didn’t like them, she loved them. “Thank you, Makei. I absolutely love them. When did you get them?”
They had been together all evening, so Demi knew he had not gone out to buy them. Again, her mind went to the man Makei talked with earlier. Who was he?
The drive to Makei’s house was pure torture. They could not keep their hands off each other. Demi was breathless. When they got out of the car, the windows were fogged up. They were barely inside the door before they were in each other’s arms again. The kissing got harder, the touching more personal, and they could not hold back any longer. Makei picked Demi up, carrying her upstairs. Once in the master suite, he undressed her slowly, taking in each and every detail of the body he missed, savoring the moment.
Demi lay naked on his bed, watching as he undressed. They melted into each
She had gone to his home earlier, picked the lock to the gym, and set her trap. Demi was glad he still didn’t have an alarm system in the gym otherwise she would have been in big trouble. Before she left, she’d snooped around, finding several pieces of female clothing in Makei’s closet. Under his bathroom counter were feminine products. Whoever had left those things, she was much more than a one-night stand, or an overnight guest. She meant something to him, and now here he was trying to seduce her. Demi shouldn’t have been upset, after all Makei was a very handsome, successful and sexy man.
Revenge was now like food for Demi. It nourished her mind, body, and soul. Her spirit soared to new heights when she crossed those other names from her list. Tomorrow she would experience that feeling once again. For now, she had to play along with his games so that she could be there when he expired.
Several times during their romantic evening, Makei’s cell phone buzzed. He glanced at it to see who was calling and then didn’t answer. Maybe it was the person who kept her clothing and other personal items at his home, Demi speculated. Right now, she couldn’t care less. Once upon a time, she could have been on the other end of the line, being rejected and sent straight to voicemail. No one deserved to be treated like that, especially by the one she loved.
As the evening turned to night, Makei and Demi laughed, danced, and held each other. The sensations flowing between them felt like an electric shock. Before Demi knew what was happening, Makei pulled her close and kissed her with so much passion, her boots hurt. All she wanted to do was stay in his arms forever. When he pulled away, Makei apologized for his forwardness. He looked down at her boots and smiled. He too had contributed immensely to her massive shoe collection.
“Those are some serious boots, De mi. You certainly know just how to rock them. Man!”
The boots were not the only thing he checked out. Demi knew it. “Thanks,” she replied. She turned, giving him a little something extra, watching as he licked his lips and scanned her entire body. She caught him biting his fist, mouthing the word damn.
The waiter came to clear their plates, and Makei held Demi’s hand, leading her to a private exit and his awaiting Bentley Coupe. The car was beautiful, but Demi was not turned on by cars. Stilettos were her fuel of choice, and Makei knew it.
When she slid into the backseat, sitting there was a Manolo Blahnik shoe box. Demi could not contain her excitement. When she opened the box she squealed. She was in love. The mustard-yellow, five-inch stiletto platforms, with an open-toe and back strap, smiled at her. Makei sat back, admiring her. “You like them?”
Was he serious? She didn’t like them, she loved them. “Thank you, Makei. I absolutely love them. When did you get them?”
They had been together all evening, so Demi knew he had not gone out to buy them. Again, her mind went to the man Makei talked with earlier. Who was he?
The drive to Makei’s house was pure torture. They could not keep their hands off each other. Demi was breathless. When they got out of the car, the windows were fogged up. They were barely inside the door before they were in each other’s arms again. The kissing got harder, the touching more personal, and they could not hold back any longer. Makei picked Demi up, carrying her upstairs. Once in the master suite, he undressed her slowly, taking in each and every detail of the body he missed, savoring the moment.
Demi lay naked on his bed, watching as he undressed. They melted into each
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