EMMA DAMIAN 14

D A M I A N

I was alone on the private flight, and I was on the phone with Emma. I took my phone from my pocket and checked for a text, a call, or any other indication that she was around. There was, however, nothing. The screen was completely blank. Since she rushed out of the suite with her stuff, I hadn't seen her.

She'd mumbled something about flying back to Manila on her own, but she couldn't have been serious. I couldn't believe she'd pay for a flight when she could have done it for free.

As other private jets took off and taxied, I drummed my fingers on the armrest and kept my eyes on the runway. It was a few minutes before we were meant to take off. The door to the cockpit opened right in the middle of my thoughts, and the pilot poked his head out.

His eyes were veiled by mirrored aviator sunglasses when he said, "Dr. Aquino. I'm sorry if I'm rushing you, but we can't stay on the runway indefinitely. They'll make us park and let some of the other planes through if we don't take off soon."

For a long time, I chewed my lower lip in frustration. "She is aware of the flight's departure time. She'll be here in no time."

Before coming back out, the pilot dropped his head back inside the cockpit, as if checking something. "We have another five minutes." Then we must either take off or reschedule the flight. And I can tell you right now that if you want to do that, we won't be leaving today."

I took out my phone and checked again for Emma's presence. Nothing. Then it occurred to me. I went to the Caticlan Airport website and looked up the flights for that day. Emma had stated that she intended to fly out on a different airline. With the passage of time, it became clear that those were not hollow statements.

Two of them departed around the same time she said she was leaving.

Which is it?

I pulled a coin from my pocket and hurled it into the air while closing my eyes. The one who departed at two got heads, and the two-ten got tails.

Tails.

With my decision decided, I sprung from my seat and dashed to the cockpit to inform the captain that the flight would be canceled. I was in the back of an Uber twenty minutes later, backpack on my lap, on my way to Caticlan Airport.

What on earth was I doing? There was no use in rushing to make her flight. We were both traveling to the same city, after all. However, the way she'd departed that morning made me uneasy. Her actions had a peculiar finality to them, with a smug expression on her face that said she'd formulated a plan and was ready to carry it out.

It didn't make sense to me.

I got at the airport and checked in as soon as I could, scanning the area for any sign of her as I waited in line at security. But I couldn't find a trace of the charming Ms. Ramos.

Security took an eternity, reminding me why I like to fly private whenever possible. I grabbed my luggage and dashed to my gate, passing by the gate for the other trip to Manila just in time to see the plane move away from the jetway. I took a breather, knowing there was a fifty - fifty chance Emma would be on that aircraft.

There was nothing left for me to do but board my jet and see if she was on board.

I looked around again as I got to the gate, but there was no sign of her in line. My seat was in first class, and there was no one in the seat next to me, which was fortunate. But after I stowed my suitcase, I wasted no time getting up and walking up and down the aisles, seeking for her.

"Hello," I replied as I approached one of the flight attendants, a stunning blonde. "Has everyone made it on board?" ”

She gave me a grin that I knew meant she was intrigued when it came on a woman's face. But aside from Emma, there was no other woman on my thoughts at the time.

"We're just about to close up," she explained. "And now we're ready to give everyone the signal to buckle up."

I sighed and shook my head, frustrated. I had chosen incorrectly. Emma was on the opposite plane.

"Are you in first place?"

" she inquired, her smile still intact. "This is Steffi. "I'll be taking good care of you," she said emphatically.

I almost wanted to sit her down and offer her some lessons on the delicate art of seduction because the girl's game was so blatant.

“Great. "Thank you, Steffi," I said as I turned to walk away, but she grabbed my wrist with her well-kept fingers.

"If there's anything—"

Knowing where this line was headed, I thought, "Anything you need."

"Anything you need...please come find me," she said, winking as she turned around and stood on tiptoes to reach for something, enticing me to look.

I didn't even bother to look around. I got into my seat, fastened the seatbelt, and gave the armrest a restrained, but impatient thump.

What exactly was she thinking? We were an older gentleman and a younger lady who were having a good time while taking advantage of the fact that we'd just happened to cross paths again. So, why was she acting in such an odd manner about it?

The whirr of the engine grew louder and louder as I crossed my legs and turned to stare out the window. The captain announced over the intercom that we were going to take off, that we'd be in Manila in two hours, and so on.

With each curl of my fingers and gentle circle of my thumb around her clit, I remembered how she'd looked on the glass table, her tight skirt pulled up to her hips while I fingered her, urging her closer and closer to climax. As she got closer to the point of no return, I remembered how her chest rose and fell quicker and faster.

I remembered how her body tightened as she approached, how she groaned quietly and sensuously, that ecstasy-laden whimper that sounded as if the pleasure was so strong she could burst into tears.

Then I remembered how she looked in bed with me, how her breasts bounced back and forth as I pounded her mercilessly, repeatedly filled her with my cock. As I held her leg to my chest, I could practically feel the smooth ripeness of her thigh, the achingly tight warmth of her pussy clutching me, bringing me to an orgasm of my own as I drained my cock deep within her.

“Sir? ”

“Huh? " I snapped out of my stupor and looked around.

Steffi was leaning in close, and I was quite sure she'd undone one of her blouse buttons to show me the red bra she was wearing underneath.

"I apologize for interrupting your nap, but we're at cruising altitude and I wanted to see if there was anything I could bring you," she said, her tongue gliding across her lower lip.

I could have snapped and said now, pointing to the restroom, and she would have complied.

"I'm good. I'm just going to sleep the entire flight. Bora drained me completely, you know? ”

Her disappointment was palpable on her face. "Well, if you change your mind..." she said as she sauntering down the aisle, sticking out her ass.

Steffi was gone from my mind as soon as she was out of sight. All I could think about was Emma and the possibility that I'd completely botched it.

What had I blown, after all? I wasn't planning anything more than a quick night of fun with her. That's exactly what I'd received. She was upset that morning, but yesterday night she was all about the two of us banging like the horny high kids we used to be.

I had assumed that all I needed to do was scratch an itch and get her back into bed so I could put her behind me. But the more I thought about her, the more I realized I needed to get her back into bed. My cock became as solid as a slab of steel just thinking about it.

I went into a strange half-sleep, tossing and turning in my seat and waking up to the sounds of the fasten seatbelt sign turning back on, Emma still on my thoughts. "Last opportunity, big guy," Steffi said as she walked by, lifting her brows one last time.

However, I was uninterested. What was the matter with me? A beautiful woman was thrusting herself at me, and all I could think of was a girl who had abandoned me after our time together like a cheap date.

My phone buzzed in my pocket with a text from Emma as we walked down the runway. As I swiped across the screen to access the content, my heart raced.

We've arrived in Manila. I believe it is best if we do not see each other again.

I was furious. More than that, a curious feeling gnawed in the pit of my stomach that I wasn't used to — worry.

I was never concerned. In fact, I was proud of my capacity to deal with any scenario that life could throw at me. But the prospect of never seeing Emma again made me nervous in a manner I hadn't felt in a long time.

I grabbed my suitcase and dashed off the plane as soon as we touched down. I took an Uber back to Manila, stopping at my house to pick up one of my vehicles.

I was eager to meet her. She might have been certain she'd never talk to me again, but I wasn't willing to give up that quickly.

The sun was lowering and disappearing below the distant mountains. As I drove near her apartment, I was torn between worry, excitement, and rage in equal measure.

So be it if she told me to screw off, but it would be on my terms, just like everything else I did in life.