FIFTEEN

Derek

I swore as I grabbed the boiling-over saucepan and burnt my hand. I was preparing supper for Skye, but my anxiety was out of control. I would have to tell her about David and explain to her that we had to let everyone know about us since time was running out. I knew the talk would be challenging since I wasn't sure which direction to go in. David could inform everyone, which would have a negative impact on all of us. I could approach Spencer and the press before David to try to ease some of the burden. Or, and this was hardly a concept in my head at the time, I could cut things up with Skye and hope she realized it was for her own benefit.

As the entrance door opened and closed, my thoughts were jolted. Skye had arrived, and I was beginning to lose the last of my courage. I leaned in and kissed her passionately since she seemed so comfortable, almost unrecognizable.

She smiled and said, "Well hello."

I responded, "Hey," while feigning anxiety. "How's it going? ”

She grinned and replied, "I'm good."

I observed her as she approached the cupboard and removed the plates in order to arrange the table. I prepared the salad and the bread, finished cooking the ravioli, and then took everything to the table. I needed the drink to calm my anxiety, so I went back to the kitchen and got a bottle of wine. Skye covered the top of the glass and shook her head before I could pour her a drink.

She laughed and replied, "I drank much too much last night."

"I overlooked that. How did it go? ”

About her time with Mandee, Skye started to speak. As always, while she was recounting a story, her eyes would light up. Her hands were moving erratically as her magnificent smile shone. Despite the fact that I knew I had to inform her of the current circumstances, I didn't want to disturb her wonderful mood. She was constantly anxious and uptight, so it was pleasant to see her smiling and moving more loosely. I had been completely taken by surprise by everything that had occurred with David, and when I wasn't with her, it was simple to believe that I could just tell everyone and everything would be OK. The only thing I wanted to do, though, as I sat in front of her, was shield her from any harm. Even the thought of ending our relationship was difficult for me, but it could have been the best course of action. If we weren't together, we could refute David's claim and make him out to be the scorned liar he was because he lacked any supporting proof.

I really didn't want to bring up this topic. Skye appeared to be in the realm of perfection and was so incredibly pleased. That alone hurt my heart since I thought that bringing it up right now would simply ruin that lovely grin. She was too lovely and innocent to go through something like this. The media I knew. Instead of the wise, graceful, and compassionate lady she was, they would drag her through the mud and make her appear like some young tart. On top of everything else, her father would reject her, severing his relationship with her and making her subordinate to his ego. The fact that this was not solely my choice meant that I had to approach it as such. How was I expected to tell her when I knew it would send her world crashing down upon her shoulders? If she were in my position and didn't tell me, I would be furious.

We arrived to the bar at Expose and struck up a conversation, she recalled. I informed her of our decision to remain together and how you and I came to that conclusion. You won't believe what occurred when I expressed to her how thrilled I was.

“What?" I made an effort to hide my lack of participation in the talk.

"She claimed to be a purple dragon that was soaring into the sea."

I said, "That's terrific, darling."

She asked, laughing, "Derek, what are you thinking about? You just told me it was awesome after I revealed that my best buddy was a purple dragon."

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face before apologizing. "I have to tell you something, and to be honest, I don't want to. But since it concerns and affects you, I can't just sit here and hide it from you.

"What's that?

She grasped my hand with her outstretched arm. "Anything you want to tell me,"

I said, "It's my former business partner." He is attempting to use blackmail to get me to give him his former job back.

That is awful, she remarked. "But how does that relate to me? ”

I groaned, "He threatened to go to your father and the media and tell them all about us if I didn't do it. "I'm really sorry this is taking place. David is a real — "

“David?" She stood up and gave me a bewildered expression. " Tall, lean man with auburn hair and a serial killer slash rapist smile? ”"

"Yes," I replied slowly. "David, how do you know him? ”

She answered, "I don't. He asked me if I was Spencer's daughter when he questioned me at the café the other day. I agreed, but I found him to be really unsettling. The coffee he purchased was not even consumed. On his way out, he just dumped it in the garbage."

I yelled, "That bastard," and threw my hands down on the desk.

Shhh, Skye commanded. She got up, circled the table, then sat down on my lap. It's alright. We'll work all of this out.

I said, furious, "I don't know how until we split up."

"No," she answered. " That's not even a choice, alright? You should unwind."

I snorted. “How? Everything is crumbling around us."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the chair, saying, "Come with me."

She forbade me from turning on the lights as I followed her back to the bedroom. She drew me close and, while grinning up at me, began unbuttoning my shirt. I observed as she stroked her hands from my shoulders to my waist. She made me take down my jeans after unbuckling them.

She said, "Go lie on the bed. On your stomach."

I watched her get undressed behind me as I lay on the bed with my head resting on my arms. She climbed up onto the bed and sat on my lower back while straddling me. She gently caressed my skin as she reached out and ran the tips of her fingers down my back. While she started to dig deeply into my muscles, I shook beneath her touch but remained still. My shoulders were tensed up, resisting her motions with rigidity.

She muttered, "Relax."

I inhaled deeply, shut my eyes, and let my body to squish into her fists. At her touch, my tense muscles gave way, causing me to moan. She gave me a long massage before standing up and leaning her body over me.

She said, "Turn over."

I complied with her request and rolled over to face her while wearing nothing but a bra and underwear. She crouched down on top of me and started massaging my chest, gradually bringing her hands all the way down to my waist. She progressively climbed higher after lifting her body and going between my legs, caressing my knees. As she got closer to my cock, I tried to restrain my cravings by closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. She pressed her thumbs into the muscles while slipping her hands beneath the legs of my boxer underwear. Once they were at ease, she massaged up to my hips, brushing the edge of my shaft, while flattening her palms on my thighs.

My blood started to rush down to the veins between my legs as my cock started to rise. My shorts were being ripped off of me by Skye, who yanked her hands out from underneath them. She leaned closer and took hold of my erection with both of her hands as I peered up into her intense eyes. She lowered them to the bottom and then raised them by squeezing it. When I felt her little, kind hands firmly rub my cock, I roared out loud. She released her hold and reached behind her to release the clasp on her bra, allowing her breasts to pop out. Her nipples were very hard. She leaned closer while biting her lower lip and pushed my dick in between her swollen breasts.. She pressed her tits together, and I growled at the sensation as I drove up.

I can absolutely say that doing this helped me relax.