Our Kind of Love

Chapter 3- Green tea

“Okay, she’s here! At last!” Damien said on the phone.

He saw his dearest secretary dashing towards him at the terminal gate at the airport. They were about to board the plane, and he had been waiting for her since checking-in time. Shaking his head, he continued talking with his cousin, Max.

Charlene hurriedly ran as she approached Damien, who was on the phone. He was already in the queue line, waiting to get aboard. Their flight was at eight in the morning, and she arrived just right before the crew asked to board the first-class passengers.

She just f*****g woke up after her eventful stint with her one-night-stand, Maximus. They were awake until the wee hours of midnight as they did the unholy deed in his mansion. She left him before he woke up and didn’t even say goodbye or thank you, perhaps.

Maxi spent her all night taking her innocence, giving the best night of her dull life. He was gentle and, at the same time, rough with her. They had tried everything and every position and action they could do in every corner of his house. They were like wild animals, devouring each other bodies and senses.

She had no plans to stay even though Max mumbled those words soon as they finished their deed.

Luckily for her. Guido, the driver, followed the car she and Maxi used and waited outside for her until dawn. After Guido picked her up, she rushed back to their hotel, which wasn’t far from Maxi’s place. Arriving, she took a quick shower to remove all the scent of s*x and lust on her body.

“Boss! Boss! I’m here!” she out-of-breath yelled at Damien. Grabbing Damien’s shoulder, “Whew! I thought I wouldn't make it!” she huffed. She hadn’t recovered yet, and she was still sore from all parts of her entity.

Damien scowled at his secretary while on his phone, “I’ll call you soon, buddy. Sorry for not meeting you last night. I was occupied but next time! Got to go!”

“Bye, buddy… yeah, I had a great night all night and was fully engaged into some action, but yes, I shall see you,”

Charlene heard the other person's voice as she was continuously panting, tapping her chest as she puffed.

“Goodbye,”

“Au revoir,”

Hanging up the phone, Damien looked at Charlene. She was sweating and looking rosy from her speedy run to get in time for their flight.

“Where have you been?” he asked,

Charlene blushed once more. Damien chuckled.

Smirking, “Eventful night?” he asked as they walked towards the ground steward to give their boarding pass.

Damien knew his secretary had a bit of late-night shenanigans when he contacted the driver he assigned for her. Guido said he was still waiting for her to come out from the house of the guy she went with.

“Yes..” Charlene could only say.

Chuckling, “I thought you’re not going to make it..” Damien said, giving his passport. “I would’ve loved to stay one more day if we brought our plane, but Daniel needed it,” he added, "Sorry for not keeping my promise,"

"I hate you, boss," She kidded.

Damien smiled, "So, how are you?" he asked.

Rolling her eyes, “I understand, I…I woke up late… but all good... all good...” Charlene muttered.

“Did you say goodbye?” he teased her.

“Nope…”

“You should’ve stayed, though,”

“I don’t want to!”

“Of course you do!” Damien teased once more,

“Stop! Damien!” she whispered-yell, smacking his arm.

Getting inside the plane, the two sat next to each other after putting their luggage on their overhead lockers. They occupied the first-class plane seat.

“How about you?”

“She’s great, but I won’t dare to stay for her….”

“Good for you,” Charlene said, buckling the belt, “Just make sure she won’t barge in the office lobby again and torment Chloe and me,”

Smiling, “She won’t,” Damien assured, “We didn’t even know each other’s name,” he said, relaxing on his seat.

Charlene smiled at her own thoughts. Glad she at least knew his name, even though she gave her a false name. 'Karlota, the harlot.'

“Whatever,” Charlene huffed, “I’ll sleep on it, boss,” she said, getting her pillow neck from her hand carry bag. "I'm f*****g sore and tired," she bluntly said,

Smugly smiling, “Have a great rest,” Damien muttered,

“Goodnight,” Charlene said as she rested her head before closing her eyes,

~

After hanging up his cousin’s phone call, Max got up from his bed and went straight to his bathroom to shower. Soon as the water touched his body, he winced in pain as he felt the stinging pain on his back.

Checking it from the full view mirror, he found new claw mark scratches on his back and even on his bare chest. He already knew the culprit; it was Ms. Green-tea shot lady.

The lovely and strange lady left his house while he was asleep, not leaving any trace of her but just a sweet scent on his bed linen.

They've had a steamy and hot passionate night. He had a fair share of sweaty nights with other women, but last night was quite different from it. Karlota acted like a wild maiden. He knew from the start she was innocent, yet, she had an untamed demeanor in bed.

The way she whispered, cursed and blurted out those dirty words didn’t seem usual and more like a lady’s dialogue in po*sites. It was his first time bringing his take-away home, and most of the time, he was the one who woke up and left his paramours first.

Chuckling, he then went back to shower and endured the notable painful marks on his body. Slipping on his casual dress shirt and pants, he prepped himself up for the day. Picking up his phone from his bedside table, he found miscalls from Nellie. Calling back, after two rings, she answered it.

“Hey, honey… Comment vas-tu?” he asked sweetly,

“Hey… I miss you….” Nellie said,

“I miss you too. I just came back from Nice. I was so tired last night I fell asleep,” Max lied.

Nellie was his flavor of the week. She was a bartender and waitress he met two weeks ago in a pub he went to in Lille. They hit right away after four days of flirting and dallying. They hooked up and spent a couple of steamy nights for a week before coming to Paris.

“Okay… I just want to know if you’re okay… When are you coming back here?” Nellie sadly asked.

Heaving a deep breath, “I don’t think I would...” Max said, “I’m sorry, Nellie, I don’t think we are good for each other….” Max mumbled.

“Max! please don’t say it!” Nellie cried out, “You promised me….”

“I am sorry, honey… this is the best… thank you for a wonderful week…

“Stop! Max, I’m begging you….” Nellie pleaded, “I love you!” she cried.

“Thank you, but I don’t… Goodbye, Nellie,” Max could only say before hanging up the phone. Shaking his head, he turned off his phone.

He was an asshole when it came to the relationship. A casanova of his game. He only wanted one thing, and that was to get his steam off and leave.

The relationship was a big no-no. Love wasn’t even more. In twenty-four years of his life, he only had been in one serious relationship. Still, he never wanted to involve himself in any long-term attachments with a woman after suffering from a traumatic ending.

His ex-girlfriend, Aubrey, cheated on him. They dated for four years until the day he caught her in bed with an older man.

Since then, he promised he would never get himself tangled to any women, not unless it’s a no-string attached type or a one-night stand.

Shrugging off his thoughts, he left his room. Once out, his other phone rang once again. Checking it, this time it was Caroline.

“Hey, love..” Max answered as he went down the stairs to have breakfast.

“Heyy, loverboy… Are we meeting tonight?” she asked him.

Sitting down on the chair, he looked at his food prepared by his day helper.

“Hmm.. sure, my bar, tonight.” He answered, “Does nine sound good?” he asked back.

“Yeah, great! See you then! Ciao!” Caroline bade.

“Perfecto, Ciao, Carolina,” Max said before taking bacon and egg from the plate.

Hanging up the phone, he couldn’t help but chuckle again. Caroline was his friend and lover. Friends with benefits set up. She usually calls him when she needs some steamy action in bed. He was happy to oblige as long as no emotional feelings were included.

After eating his breakfast, he rested down inside his entertainment room to play video games. He thought about going to his office but opted to rest for the day. He had a very tiring night all night, and how he wished to see Ms. Green-tea-shot lady again.

He took out his phone and left instructions to his club managers. He owned four bars and clubs around the city—a profitable business and pleasure for him as a bachelor.

Damien, his cousin, had been convincing him to move back to the US to help him with his family’s business. His dad was the company's current vice-CEO and asked him to come back and put his life together.

He started to ponder about it. Living in France for six years was great, but he would love to go back to the states soon. Checking his phone one last time, he found another message from Damien.

'I shall see you soon, buddy,'

Chuckling, "Let's see how soon," he mumbled.