Page 38 of Viral Affair

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I questioned. “Well done. I knew good things would come. You just had to be a littlemore patient.”

“I know, right? This happened completely out of the blue. This guy called me. Apparently, someone from the brand saw my video and they asked me to apply. Surreal. I told them I didn’t have that much experience, but they are still interested,” Veronica continued.

I leaned on my chair and thought about all the positions I could fuck her in. I was instantly hard while she was still talking. I was right about Katharina. She really needed to hire someone like Veronica.

If I had a say in what my girlfriend should be doing with her life, I wouldn’t let her show her face on social media. I’d always been a private person, but content creation was better than fucking some old dudes, so I had to accept this new direction she was taking.

I battled with myself, but at the same time I was ready to break my own rules.

“I’ll pick you up on Thursday night from your apartment, so be fucking ready,” I told her in the end.

She giggled, telling me to behave, and then hung up. I rubbed my hands together, reminding myself not to get too excited. This was only a date, but on the contrary, anything could happen.

On the evening of our date, I said I would pick her up, and when I turned up at her apartment, the sight of her made me swallow hard. The shimmering gold, short dress barely covered her arse and I fast imagined slowly peeling it off her. The moment she stepped out of her place, I knew I was in so much fucking trouble because there was a strong possibility I could be locked up tonight for assault. I didn’t want every fucker out there ogling her in that dress, but this was our first date. I didn’t want to act like a fucking neanderthal.

“You’re putting me in a very difficult position, sunshine,” I said when I sat next to her in the car, staring down at her incredible thighs that should be wrapped around my head. Her fiery red hair was styled in a messy bush, and with her smoky-blue eyes she was incredibly sexy. My cock throbbed in my pants as always when I was around her.

“Why is that?” she asked as I stared at her exposed thighs, remembering the smell of her pussy.

“Because I’m going to murder any man who dares look at you inappropriately,” I growled and then gripped her thigh, managing to wrap my whole palm around it.

“It’s only our first proper date, Rupert, so don’t get ahead of yourself. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour,” she said, her voice strained.

I was ready to tell Chris to get us home because it pained me not to touch her. She was mine, even if she didn’t know it yet.

“The issue is not with you but with how other men are going to act when they see you with me,” I added, grasping the back of her head and bringing her lips to mine. She tasted like mid-summer rain and coconut. I kissed her like a man starved, devouring her mouth intensely and painfully until she released that sexy moan that made me want to rip her clothes off and take her right there, right then.

When she pulled away, I was fucking breathless. My cock throbbed ever more painfully against my zipper than it ever has.

“You’re a good kisser, Rupert.” She smiled at me.

“How about we skip dinner and get home so I can fuck you all night until you won’t be able to walk?” I noticed how aroused she was. I bet if I slid my hand down between her legs, she’d be fucking soaked.

“No can do. This has to be our proper first date—plus, you have to earn having me in your arms again. So, where are we going for dinner?” She touched my thigh.

This woman was going to put me in an early grave. She knew I wasn’t a patient man.

“Somewhere very special. Dinner first, and then we head to the club,” I told her with a smile.

Chris dropped us off right outside the Ritz in central London, and Veronica looked impressed. We went inside, and Alberto, the manager, got us a table inside pretty much straight away. My company had renovated the hotel next door, so I’d been coming here often for dinner. I made sure I knew all the staff members by their first name.

We ordered our food and pricey champagne. Everything was perfect, apart from the fact that, as I’d suspected, other twats ogled Veronica. Her dress didn’t leave much to the imagination, and I was ready to fucking burn the eyes of every man who dared stare at her.

“Relax, darling, they’re curious. They’ve probably never seen you with a woman like me.” Veronica brought me back to the living world. She’d probably noticed me clenching and unclenching my fists.

“This is going to be very difficult for me. These fuckers need to stop staring at you like they want to fuck you right now,” I growled, then drank some champagne.

“Tell me about your latest development project. Matthews mentioned that you bought a massive piece of land somewhere up in north London,” Veronica said.

She exhaled sharply, reminding me she was here with me, not anyone else. She was mine, regardless.

“What are you going to do with it?”she asked.

“I had the plans drawn up for an industrial park, but I’m not a hundred percent convinced. My other business partner wants to develop it as a residential area.” I thought about the latest issues I’d had with that land. There were some real dodgy characters that hung around that place, and I had several CCTV recordings of people tipping some hazardous substances in the area. I hadn’t had a chance to look over everything yet, but it was in the back of my mind to ask James for help. My older brother had a security company, so he knew what he was doing.

We quickly flew into a conversation about my project, and I was surprised by Veronica’s questions. She seemed interested in my business. Then the food started arriving, and everything was delicious, as usual, in this establishment. I kept getting distracted, going a little crazy in my head that she was so smart to carry a stimulating conversation and being stunning at the same time.

When I’d met her, we hadn’t really had a chance to get to know each other. We’d fucked like bunnies, and that was it. Maybe I’d misjudged her when I met her in Greece. Two years ago, I thought she was a typical flight attendant with not much of a brain, but Veronica was extremely intelligent.

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