Thirty One
Sandy took a week off to Bluebridge to be with Kevin. When she returned, they couldn’t find their way around to meet for another week. Their bodyguards were always following them around, the next shooting break was not until two more weeks. John brooded a lot, he was not himself. He kept his professionalism on the set but afterwards, he shut down and avoided everyone. He often expressed his frustration on the phone. Sometimes he let his mind run wild and accused Sandy of meeting up with Lucas while they were forced to be apart. Being jealous was easier than dealing with his longing to be with her. Sometimes their phone calls ended with a fight, more often than not it was over silly things. John : It’s been almost a whole fucking month … (sighed) … am I the only one who’s counting?
Sandy: I have good news
John : What?
Sandy: He bought a one way ticket back to Algonia
John : Really? When will that be?
Sandy: Next Tuesday … we can see each other again soon, baby
John : Lucas told you this?
Sandy: Yeah, he called this morning to tell me the news
John : Why didn’t you call me earlier?
Sandy: Because you were working … we always call at this time
John : What else did he say to you?
Sandy: Lucas? Nothing … come on, babe, we’re not gonna talk about Lucas
John : We’re not? I thought he’d become our favorite topic lately
Sandy: Your favorite … not mine … come on, aren’t you excited? It’s gonna be over soon
John : My break is coming on Wednesday too … I want to take you somewhere … it’s a surpriseContent rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
Sandy: Really? You’ve prepared something for Wednesday? What if we couldn’t see each other then?
John : I don’t fucking care anymore … I’ll abduct you somehow
Sandy: (Laughed) I miss you so much
John : Wednesday … we’ll see each other on Wednesday Tuesday passed, and everyone was relieved. She came to the set just before they wrap up the shooting. They cuddled all night while having drinks with the crew. John took her to his room that night, couldn’t wait to get his hands on her naked body. She playfully refused, “Let’s wait another night.” “What? No … I want you right here, right now,” there was hunger in his eyes. “One more night, I want tomorrow to be special,” she refused. “It’s always special with you, baby, are you seriously going to make me wait?” he was kissing her neck and caressing her thighs. “Yes, … I’m serious, John, look at me … look at me,” she touched his chin. “Tomorrow … we’ll have drinks and talks … and tomorrow we’ll go away just the two of us and … you can do whatever you want with me,” she bit her lower lip. “Whatever?” Sandy laughed, “Whatever you want.” John buried his face in her breast and grunted, “I don’t know if I can wait that long … you’re torturing me … whatever I want? You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you?” “Okay … now you’re getting creepy … you know what I mean … nothing that involves violence and bondage.” He pushed her gently to the bed, “Can we at least get naked tonight?” he tried. “No … I won’t be able to stop you if we’re naked,” she laughed lightly between his kisses that tickled her. “I’m serious … can you wait until tomorrow? Have some self control?” He grunted and laid beside her, he touched himself that was already hard under his pants. “Why torturing me like this?” She hovered over him, rubbed herself on him. “Because you get to do whatever you want with me tomorrow,” she kissed him teasingly. He moaned, he was on the verge of having a fever, his eyes were dazed, he took her hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants. “Can you at least help me out here?” he was in agony. She kissed him again with a playful tongue, she unbuttoned his pants and touched him from the inside. He groaned. “Stay here … I’ll take care of you,” she said as she glide down and went down on him.