Chapter 36

As Brad leaves Jane behind to head back to his workspace, there is a warm glow over his heart. It is so good to experience these feelings of love again.

He thinks about how enticing she looked in that corset and can only imagine how she will look in the black one. Her pale, soft skin next to the garment will make her look like a vixen.

He can’t wait to kiss those little rosebud tits, sucking, then twirling his tongue around them, pinching them lightly to get her all excited. Brad can feel another hard-on coming, and he can hardly contain himself.

He turns around and goes back to his hotel room. Fumbling with the door, he finally gets inside. Taking his tie off and untucking his shirt, he unfastens his pants and pulls down his white cotton boxers. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the ground.

In his room is a row of mirrors. He goes over to them and studies himself. His biceps are pretty well-developed, and his abs are looking tight. He’s been exercising every day, and he feels like it’s finally paying off.

“Looking pretty good there, Mr. Halliwell,” he says to himself.

He sees his hard cock and imagines that Jane is there, ready to do whatever he tells her, dropping to her knees and wrapping her mouth around his dick. He imagines her sucking and tasting him, getting him harder and harder. Holding her head, he teaches her how he likes it—hard and fast, pushing and pulling back and forth.

He imagines her wearing the corset with nothing on the bottom, and seeing her ass in the mirror. She would have on bright-pink lipstick, marking him with the color. She would suck him so loud and hard, slurping sounds echoing all around them. She’d be getting all horny for him while he watches her and strokes her cleavage.

Brad keeps stroking his cock, the blood rushing from his balls into the shaft, causing it to pulsate more and more until he comes all over the mirror as he lets out a huge groan.

“Suck me fast, you slutty princess!” he shouts out. “Show me the best you’ve got.”

He falls back on the bed, his hand sticky and covered in sperm. The ocean breeze wafts in and he falls slowly asleep.

Luckily, he had set the alarm on his phone to remind him of his business meeting. He gets up, goes to the shower, and gets dressed again.

He can’t believe what Jane brings out in him, this sweet girl from Utah. My God, what is happening to me?

Heading down to the lobby, he is all set to meet a business colleague.

“Mr. Halliwell, good to see you. You’re looking good these days. Is the fresh, tropical air helping you out?” asks Marcus.

“You could say that. A whole lot of freshness does wonders for a man’s life. You know what I mean?” he responds.

They find a spot to sit and start their meeting. He looks over toward the lobby and sees Jane walking with a handsome man beside her. She’s laughing, and it looks like they have become quite acquainted.

Brad is crushed.

How could she do this to me? I never would have seen that in her.

For the rest of the business meeting, Brad is distracted and can’t keep his head on straight. He just nods, smiles, and continues on. By the end of it, he feels quite depressed.

He wants to go up to Jane and demand to know what the hell is going on. Then he wavers and tries to find the reason why she’s finding this man attractive instead of him. His mind is racing with panicked thoughts and he is terrified to discover the truth.

When they finish, Brad goes up to his room, taking a bottle of wine with him. He spends the evening in, watching crappy, black and white movies.

He goes over his lifetime of feeling cheated on, disappointed, hurt, and betrayed by women. He beats himself up, thinking he should have known better.

It seems that Jane will go after anyone who shows her attention, but really, doesn’t she get that I don’t want to share her?

His mind can’t stop the feelings of anger, sadness, and rage. How will he even address this with her? Is he even allowed to be jealous at this point? They aren’t a couple or anything.

He torments himself all night long, having dreadful nightmares. He can’t sleep or settle down. When he gets up in the morning after only four hours of sleep, he gulps down an energy drink and drags himself out of bed.

Down at the restaurant for breakfast, he mopes over his eggs and toast.

“Good morning, Mr. Halliwell,” says the waiter.

He doesn’t respond, which is unusual for him.

“Freshly squeezed orange juice, sir?” he asks.

“Nah,” he responds. “Can you get the hotel manager for me?”

“Is there something you’re unhappy with, sir?”

“Yes, but it’s not you. It’s something else.”

“Okay, sir, just a moment,” he says politely.

The office manager comes over.

“Please, have a seat. I have something to ask you and it’s rather private in nature,” says Brad.

The hotel manager feels concerned, wondering if there is something the staff has done wrong.

“Yes, sir, what is it? You know we always want you to be happy,” he asks.

“Well, honestly, I know this sounds ridiculous, and I know you are sworn to confidentiality, but I need this one favor,” Brad pleads.

The hotel manager has never seen Brad like this before. Usually, he is way more in charge of things.

“Sir, what is it? Of course, you know we greatly respect you,” the manager reassures.

“Well, yesterday afternoon, there was a gentleman that Jane was walking into the lobby with. A handsome man,” Brad explains.

“Oh yes, John Millbrook, our hotel’s accountant,” the manager explains matter-of-factly.

Brad feels embarrassed to even ask more questions. Normally, he doesn’t show he cares this much for a woman.

“John Millbrook. What do you know about him?” Brad asks vaguely.

“Well, I’m not sure what you want to know. Business-wise, he is reliable, dependable, very good at what he does,” the manager outlines.

“No, I mean about his personal life. Is he single? Married?” Brad presses.

“Oh, I see. Well, he’s quite a private man, but I do know he’s interested in men,” the manager tries to explain discreetly.

“Oh, he’s gay?” Brad suddenly feels happier.

“Yes, I believe so, sir,” the manager replies, wondering if perhaps Brad is now interested in men.

“That’s all I need to know,” says Brad, chuckling a bit. “You know, I thought he was hitting on Jane. Wow, am I ever relieved,” Brad says with a smile.

The manager now realizes what Brad was fishing for.

“Jane is a gem,” he says. “Is that everything, sir?”

“Yes, that’s everything. Thank you.”

“Good day.”

“And to you,” says Brad, getting started on his eggs.