Transition or Illusion? Chapter 11

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We slept till noon before leaving for New York the next day. I wore a plain grey comfortable tank top dress, shielding my eyes from the sun with oversized sunglasses.

Since we were yet to try the local cuisines, Nate requested to prepare Indonesian delicacies for our inflight meals before hand.

Needless to say, our lunch was divine. We curled up on the long couch and watched a movie. The inflight attendant hands us our champagne. "Kimmy, you can leave us alone now", Nate instructs and she nods knowingly disappearing into the cabin on the other end.

Once she was out of sight, he hitches my dress up easily, with a sly grin on his face. The hem of my dress rides above my thighs exposing my bare legs.

"Nate. You have a bedroom in your plane", I pointed out glancing to check if the cockpit area was closed, as he strips my lace underwear off me easily.

"Where's the fun in that?", he smirks roguishly unzipping his pants and parting my thighs open with amorous intent.

I gasped softly, as he enters without warning. "Ready for me as always", he says in his husky seductive voice, referring to my already dripping sex.

Moans eluded my lips, as he thrusts me expertly while I sprawled across the long couch, writhing wantonly beneath him.

He cups my mouth with his palm to conceal the noise, resulting to my inner rebellious streak to moan louder which apparently arouses him even more. I stared at him, my eyes glinting with mischief as he covers my mouth attempting to the muffle the sound.

He groans inwardly, "I have to fuck you hard and proper with that look on your face", scooping me up and entering the enclosed bedroom.

He maintains his hand over my mouth, meaning every word he said about fucking hard as I clawed the sheets, screaming pleasurably into his palm 38,000 feet above ground.

We laid motionless catching our breath after sex. "Seductress, mine", he murmurs, drawing me close to him, reposing my head on his chest.

"I guess you just popped my mile high club cherry".

"Glad to be your first of many", he grins broadly.

By the time we reached Manhattan, it was already Monday close to midnight. Frank picked us up from the airport and dropped us to my place. We were tired, jet lagged by the time we settled in.

We showered together to save time and head to bed early. It was back to the stock markets and reality from our weekend paradise.

It barely felt that I slept before the alarm rings. "Make that noise go away", he mumbles sleepily, covering his head with the pillow. I turned off the alarm and willed myself to get ready, waking him up when I was done.

Hurriedly, we went down to our separate cars and left for work. "I'll stay at your place tonight after work", he informs as we quickly kissed goodbye.

I bumped into a tired Thomas on the way up to our firm. "You look like hell", I smirked.

"You don't look like a 10 today either, Morgan", he responded light heartedly. "I literally just came from the airport. Linda kept me busy during the whole flight. I need a line of Charlie to wake up".

"Well I need my other C addiction now. My coffee".

"Good luck surviving the day", he replies. The elevator door opens and we head to our separate rooms.

Brandon comes in and hands me my fix. "Morning Brooke, here's all the news that has happened over the course of your absence. Market was pretty flat yesterday, you didn't miss out much", he says passing me notes and articles.

"Good job Brandon. Thanks", I replied gratefully. He was right, market was sidewinding today, but I have a strong feeling that it might start rallying soon.

All the bad news was out, oil crisis was getting boring and repetitive, there were no lamentable shock factors to crash the market, which only means one thing. The market is poised for a rally.

I start collecting all the tech giants and the pharmaceutical company I was eyeing. I had alot of cash laying around ever since I closed the short positions.

By the time I finished all my purchases, I was satisfied. Now that I've planted my seeds waiting to be harvest, there was catching up to do with the reading. Though I was only two days away from the trading screen, the market is always moving and waits for no man. I have to be on my toes at all times.

Once market trading hours closed, I was glad to go home, mentally and physically exhausted from the day. It wasn't long after I reached home when I heard Nate unlocking my door with his set of keys.

"I'm home honey", he grins holding a large paper bag of what appears to be trays of Japanese takeaway.

"Hey you, my handsome delivery boy", I teased playfully, walking over and gave him a hug, placing the food on the dining table and poured him a glass of his scotch.

"Thanks. I know I'm handsome, you don't have to remind me", he smirks hoisting my waist up as I wrapped my legs around him, a greeting of ours that have became a norm.

We settled in bed early, and cuddled in comfortable silence on the 4th episode of the series we started. Sex is great and it was only getting better every time, yet it was a refreshing change to enjoy each other's company and spending time doing what couples normally do.

Is this the transition to a real relationship? Though I was once with Jacob, whatever we had pales in comparison to my intimacy with Nate.

Perhaps I was single for so long, I forgotten the simple joys of having someone to come home to and wake up beside with.

We must have fell asleep halfway through the movie. I woke up in the middle of night and he was deep in slumber sitting upwards resting against the bed headboard with the tv still on.

I smiled fondly at the sight of Nate, looking innocent as always when he's asleep with his faint snoring. Switching the tv off, I crawled back into bed and gently nudged him into a more comfortable position.

He opens his eyes marginally, holds me in a spooning angle and we both continued our sleep.

After catching up with solid rest, we were no longer zombie like the next morning. I buttoned on a black sleeveless trench dress, and slipped on a sheer black pantyhose. Styling my hair in a sleek high bun and I was ready to go.

He appears behind me as I was wearing my necklace and helps me fasten the clasp. "How is it that you always look so sultry in office wear", he grins, gripping my waist with his hands.

"It's the same as how you look profoundly hunky in a suit", I replied, running my hands across his shoulders appreciatively.

"We've got 15 minutes before Frank and Tony arrives", he glances at his watch and giving me the look I know all too well.

Before I could answer he hoists me up on the dressing table. "So many buttons", he remarks slyly.

"If you tear this into half, I will scream. And it wouldn't be from pleasure", I held his hands before any damage was done.

He chuckles, "You can always buy it again".

"It's nearly impossible to get the same pieces. Need I remind you of the death of my many clothes that were no longer available for purchases", I pointed out exasperatedly.

For reasons that I'll never know, he finds my distress in what he calls trivial matters like these extremely entertaining.

"Fine, I'll rip this off instead", he replies flashing that up to no good smile of his and tears my panty hose, taking delight in the sound of the fabric ripping in two.

"Idiot", I muttered between my giggles.

He wasted no time thereafter, satisfying both him and I in a time efficient quickie.

We hurriedly cleaned ourselves and I slipped on a new pair of pantyhose, redid my hair and left just in time when our drivers arrive.

Futures for DowJones were green, following an overnight rebound from the Asia markets. "You were right. How did you know?", says Brandon with a smile on his face.

"Do you know why I always treat the markets as my lover?".

"Not really. I thought you were joking at times", he answers sheepishly.

"Because you have to spend time with it, to understand it. Only then, can you feel it. It's the same philosophy as understanding what your partner wants, is he moody? Or is he happy? When you understand how he's feeling then you can predict his next move. With the amount of time dedicated monitoring the markets, you have to fall in love it. Makes sense?", I explained.

"Yes. Crystal clear. I get it now".

"I want you to try to get a gage of the market moods. Also practice pitching stock ideas. I'll allocate a seed portfolio for you when you're ready, how's that?", I replied encouragingly.

Brandon nods his head eagerly and headed back to his desk thereafter.

I met up with Sarah that day after work for dinner and drinks. Nate announces he will be staying over after happy hour with the boys. This would be the 6th consecutive day in a row, the longest stretch thus far.

"Sarahhh", I greeted her happily.

"Brookeee", she envelops me in a hug.

We ordered our food and cocktails while she gives me an update on her latest happening. "I told Papa yes. I'll be learning the ropes of our business starting next week", she beams broadly.

"Congrats Sarah, I have faith you'll do an amazing job".

"I hope so. Thanks for being supportive. If only Spencer thinks the same, but I guess he's getting used to the idea. By the way, Jacob sent me the invitation for his wedding in Dubai. Are you going?", she asks.

"Yes. That's great. We can go together a few days earlier and have a mini holiday", I answered.

"Splendid. It's a plan. Are you bringing Nate along?".

Two months seem too far ahead for anything concrete. I was used to living by the minute in the present, heck I can't even commit to my own plans two weeks in advance. It's the same as the markets, you can hardly be certain of anything beyond two days.

"We'll see. It's still too early", I replied casually, shrugging my shoulders.

"I forgot to ask, tell me everything about your trip".

I let her in the details, minus all the explicit moments which made up half of our trip to be exact, but I did tell her the question about love.

"I think you should tell him. Maybe it'll work out. What have you got to lose, you're already sleeping with him anyway", she points out, taking a bite of her baked lemon codfish.

"Alot of things. Like my pride for instance".

She laughs aloud, "Honey, there is no pride in love".

"Not until he says it first. He didn't answer when I redirected the question back to him. Until then, pride over everything".

She gave up trying to persuade me thereafter, with the knowledge of knowing that no one is able to change my mind when I was set on something.

Nate came by and joined us after his drinks ended earlier than my dinner. He was cordial and charming, pleasant enough to be gaining Sarah's now approval of him.

That night and the following nights thereafter, he remained at mine. A spark ignited after our Bali trip, and I was drunken in love stupor. After work, we would share our day while making out and removing each other's clothes off. It's developed into a comfortable familiarity.

There are times when we would hang out with Thomas and Paul after trading hours, since our 'relationship' was out in the open with them, there was no sneaking around.

The 'L' word was never brought up again, neither did I want the topic to arise. Afterall, things were smooth now, I was in a happy place, why bother rocking things up with a 'We need to talk' session?

We laughed alot and there were zero fights. Our playful banters never ceased, it was a huge part of the way we communicated with each other, and I liked it that way. There was never a dull moment with Nate.

He fixed my fused light bulb one day, a simple gesture that made my heart surge with fondness. I'm learning to enjoy being taken care by someone else other than myself, though in reality I could've fixed it in a minute.

He didn't seem to mind, happy to be the man of the house. "What would you do without me?", he would beam proudly like a hero after replacing the bulb or upon assisting to open a really tight jar lid.

I didn't want to burst his bubble that I could've done it, instead I would give him an admiring glance as if he saved the day.

I decided to let things take it's natural course instead. Was an official relationship status important? Even cheating can occur after exchanging vows of marriage, I rationalized. At this point of time, I stopped listening to my brain. I decided to follow my emotions instead.


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