Page 42 of Made For You
“Good luck,” Leon added as I took the first step out of the plane, and I nodded in thanks. I wasn’t used to asking for luck, but I was glad to have it on my side.
I’d spoken to Gigi before I left Miami. She seemed less lively at my departure, almost as if she was worried. And I didn’t think it was business related. I was trying to get some information about the resort and how it flourished in its heyday, but she seemed reluctant to give me anything. Not even what she liked most about the area. After our conversation, I was left feeling like she was holding back on something.
A large, blacked-out SUV was waiting for me at the rental car kiosk. It was one set aside for politicians and celebrities and decked out with more gadgets than anyone could name. Olive set up the vehicle for me, and as I handed over my license tothe team member, I asked if I could exchange it for a different vehicle.
As I zipped down the highway in a bright-red Ferrari, I smiled. My luggage barely fit in the small trunk and the passenger seat, but I made it work. I was surprised the rental agency had a car like this available, but it seemed my luck was growing with every mile I put between me and Miami.
The area was beautiful, with cascading mountains on either side of the highway. Not much existed along this road like it did in Miami. Here, it was field after field. Farmlands and an occasional gas station or a small town would pop up every twenty or so miles.
I could see why my grandmother thought the area was beautiful. If the hotel overlooked all this, it would be a huge draw if we marketed it correctly.
My phone chimed from its spot on the cell-charging center console, and I glanced down to see a message from Dean. I’d have to read it later, but I did send him a thank-you earlier when I landed.
The car maneuvered into the far left lane as I passed a tractor trailer climbing an incline. Just as I moved back into the right lane, I noted the sign for Ashfield approaching a mile ahead.
After taking the exit, the road heading into the town was desolate except for an occasional tractor I saw moving through fields or a vehicle moving in the opposite direction. There was a fork in the road about ten minutes later, and the sign showed which different towns were in each direction.
Am I in Mayberry?I asked myself, remembering a black-and-white show Gigi loved.
I continued on, being mindful of the turns, since I wasn’t familiar with the road. There were a few times I was worried the sports car was going to bottom out on steep slopes.
The GPS in the car alerted me of a change in speed limit ahead. As I slowed at the crest of a hill, I noticed a picturesque town below. It was everything one would imagine a small town to be. No high-rises. No oversized shopping centers. Just two- or three-story buildings and on-street parking. Flags waved in the breeze from their holders on lamp posts. People walked down the sidewalks, waving and chatting with friends.
An ache formed in my chest as I approached the area. As the car growled its presence, the people on the paths narrowed their eyes, trying to get a look at who was inside the car. I was thankful for the tinted windows. A few waved in my direction, and I was left wondering who they thought was inside. A billionaire sports star and world-renowned chef lived in town, so there was a good chance everyone thought I was one of them. That worked in my favor as I made my way to the other side of the downtown area.
The GPS instructed me to take a right, and I followed, noting a sign for the schools in the same direction. I thought it was smart Aurora lived close to her workplace.
I turned down another road and slowed the car to meet the twenty-five mile-per-hour speed limit. I’d memorized her address and watched as the numbers on the mailboxes grew.
There—512.
Before I pulled the car into her driveway, I took in the house with a small sedan parked outside it. It was a tiny bungalow with pale-yellow siding and white shutters and door. With a quick glance up and down the street, I noticed it was the only house with a pop of color. It instantly reminded me of Aurora. Light and bright.
I pulled my car behind hers and turned off the ignition. Leaving everything in the car except my phone, I strutted up the single porch step and knocked on the door. I assumed she washome with the car in the driveway, but when no one answered, I took a step back.
The desire to see her space superseded her privacy. I was her husband, after all. And I had a feeling Aurora had nothing to hide.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the key Dean had copied for me and slipped it into the lock. Surprise registered—even though I had the feeling all along this was what it was for—when it fit and didn’t jam as I turned it in the deadbolt. I did the same with the knob and opened the door a crack before removing the key completely.
“Aurora?” I called out as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, looking around at the small space that appeared to be in the middle of a renovation. There were boards lying in the center of the living room floor and paint cans scattered in the hallway. A few streaks of color were up on a wall in the corner of the living room.
I noticed those were the only bits of color in the space. It was dull in comparison to the outside of the house. And not at all a setting I would have imagined Aurora living in.
From down the hall, I heard what I thought were people talking.
Maybe Aurora is on the phone?
“Hello,” I said, with no response.
A door was cracked, and I pushed it open, not expecting what I found. Aurora was lying on her bed, legs bent, knees pointing to the ceiling, and her laptop next to her was playing a video. She held something between her legs while her head was tossed back, pressing into her pillow. Sounds were coming from the movie, and I quickly realized it was an erotic scene playing out.
“Yes,” Aurora moaned as the sound of buzzing increased.
My fake wife was watching porn and pleasuring herself. This was the best fucking day ever. I wanted to give her more time to reach her climax, but then something came over me.
Iwanted to be the one to bring her to her peak.
That orgasm should be mine.
