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you, so I didn't think you wanted to be with me!" He looked at her in surprise.
She scowled at him and made a face. "I don't want to spend time with you! I want my yacht! I've been waiting and waiting for you to take me to buy it and you haven't said or done anything!
“McKenna Witherspoon has been taking all of our friends out on hers and everyone is having so much fun with her, but no one can come to a party on my yacht, because I don't have one !" Her voice grew louder until she was almost yelling at him. "You are neglecting your duty to me!"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "This is about the boat you want?" he asked, amazed at her shallowness.
She sat back in her chair and raised her hands as if she had been blown away by the wonder of the truth coming from him. "He gets it! He finally gets it. Look who's finally paying attention."
She snapped at him. "Yes, this is about the yacht that I asked you for days ago and you haven't lifted a single finger to take care of it for me! You only worry about yourself and what you're doing and what you want! You never think about me and my needs! You're so selfish!" She pouted and looked at him bitterly. Kyle sighed, finished his coffee, and stood up. "Well, my dear, you're going to have to wait a while longer on the yacht. Not only do I not want one, I'm not going to sit around here and let you harp on me about it. I'm headed out of town for the weekend. I'll see you on Sunday night or on Monday, whenever I happen to run into you here. Take care,” he said, walking to the dishwasher and placing his cup in it.
She gasped and shrieked at him in fury. "You absolute bastard! How could you do this to me?" she yelled at him as he walked out of the kitchen door. She picked up her empty glass of orange juice and threw it at the closed door, sending shards of busted glass flying in every direction and then she turned and looked out of the wide windows overlooking the back garden, scowling angrily.
***
Kyle picked Brandy up in the limousine and in no time at all, they were out at a small airport where he walked her to a private jet that was waiting on the tarmac. She was shocked at the sight of it.
"You have your own plane?" she asked in wide-eyed wonder.
He nodded and chuckled. "Yes, I do. Come on." He smiled as he helped her board it.
When they were in the air, he nodded to the attendant that was taking care of them, and she brought out a bottle of champagne, pouring each of them a flute. He raised his in a toast to her.
"To you, and to this weekend together; I hope it's one of the best we'll ever have," he said with a grin.
She grinned back and toasted him, and then they sipped champagne and ate strawberries together as the plane took them high over the world. When the champagne was gone, Kyle took her to the back of his plane where a small bedroom was located, and he closed the doors behind him.
"This thing has a bedroom?" she asked in surprise.
He nodded, his eyes locked on her as he walked to her and reached for her. She loved it when he looked at her that way, as if there was nothing else in the world except for her, and she was all that he could see.
His fingers moved over the buttons on the front of her sweater and one by one, they came undone, showing him her full rounded cleavage and her pretty lace bra. He ran his hands over it appreciatively and then slipped her sweater off her completely, kissing her shoulders as he bared them, then lowering his mouth from her shoulders to the top swell of her breasts and kissing them. He pulled the straps of her bra down, reached behind her and with a flick of his wrist, he removed her bra from her completely, freeing her breasts. His hands moved over them, cupping them, squeezing and kneading them as his mouth moved to her nipples where he licked and sucked at her, biting now and then just to drive her crazy.
Brandy sighed happily and kissed his forehead as he
She scowled at him and made a face. "I don't want to spend time with you! I want my yacht! I've been waiting and waiting for you to take me to buy it and you haven't said or done anything!
“McKenna Witherspoon has been taking all of our friends out on hers and everyone is having so much fun with her, but no one can come to a party on my yacht, because I don't have one !" Her voice grew louder until she was almost yelling at him. "You are neglecting your duty to me!"
He narrowed his eyes at her. "This is about the boat you want?" he asked, amazed at her shallowness.
She sat back in her chair and raised her hands as if she had been blown away by the wonder of the truth coming from him. "He gets it! He finally gets it. Look who's finally paying attention."
She snapped at him. "Yes, this is about the yacht that I asked you for days ago and you haven't lifted a single finger to take care of it for me! You only worry about yourself and what you're doing and what you want! You never think about me and my needs! You're so selfish!" She pouted and looked at him bitterly. Kyle sighed, finished his coffee, and stood up. "Well, my dear, you're going to have to wait a while longer on the yacht. Not only do I not want one, I'm not going to sit around here and let you harp on me about it. I'm headed out of town for the weekend. I'll see you on Sunday night or on Monday, whenever I happen to run into you here. Take care,” he said, walking to the dishwasher and placing his cup in it.
She gasped and shrieked at him in fury. "You absolute bastard! How could you do this to me?" she yelled at him as he walked out of the kitchen door. She picked up her empty glass of orange juice and threw it at the closed door, sending shards of busted glass flying in every direction and then she turned and looked out of the wide windows overlooking the back garden, scowling angrily.
***
Kyle picked Brandy up in the limousine and in no time at all, they were out at a small airport where he walked her to a private jet that was waiting on the tarmac. She was shocked at the sight of it.
"You have your own plane?" she asked in wide-eyed wonder.
He nodded and chuckled. "Yes, I do. Come on." He smiled as he helped her board it.
When they were in the air, he nodded to the attendant that was taking care of them, and she brought out a bottle of champagne, pouring each of them a flute. He raised his in a toast to her.
"To you, and to this weekend together; I hope it's one of the best we'll ever have," he said with a grin.
She grinned back and toasted him, and then they sipped champagne and ate strawberries together as the plane took them high over the world. When the champagne was gone, Kyle took her to the back of his plane where a small bedroom was located, and he closed the doors behind him.
"This thing has a bedroom?" she asked in surprise.
He nodded, his eyes locked on her as he walked to her and reached for her. She loved it when he looked at her that way, as if there was nothing else in the world except for her, and she was all that he could see.
His fingers moved over the buttons on the front of her sweater and one by one, they came undone, showing him her full rounded cleavage and her pretty lace bra. He ran his hands over it appreciatively and then slipped her sweater off her completely, kissing her shoulders as he bared them, then lowering his mouth from her shoulders to the top swell of her breasts and kissing them. He pulled the straps of her bra down, reached behind her and with a flick of his wrist, he removed her bra from her completely, freeing her breasts. His hands moved over them, cupping them, squeezing and kneading them as his mouth moved to her nipples where he licked and sucked at her, biting now and then just to drive her crazy.
Brandy sighed happily and kissed his forehead as he
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