Kevin

 

 

I’ve been texting and calling Eve for the last week and a half. She won’t return my calls or texts. I have left flowers on her doorstep that still sit on her front porch. I know I screwed up letting her leave after my fight; especially being angry with me. I know I should have apologized to her that night. After she had walked out, I went and found my coach. I was so angry with him for treating her that way. I warned him to never interfere with my personal life again, or I would fire him. He was supposed to say he was sorry to my girl and I don’t even know if he did that or not. I won’t know until she talks to me again.

Today, she won’t have a choice if she wants to talk to me or not because we have a meeting at one at Glazed Marketing. I could care less about the campaign it’s her I want to see. She won’t be able to ignore me today.

I dress in a pair of faded blue jeans and a long-sleeved black, pullover shirt. I shaved this morning to get rid of the stubble on my face. I spray my cologne on and head out the door. I take notice that her car isn’t in her driveway. Feeling happy she isn’t trying to play hooky from work, I start my SUV and head toward her office. I stop off at a convenience store getting a bottle of water. Now, I sit in heavy traffic, and I’m probably going to be late. I hate how that is going to make me look. I’m hardly ever late for appointments, and today of all days I don’t want to be late. I need to see her before I leave today.

I found a parking space and jog inside, I’m ten minutes late, and I am relieved they waited for me. The receptionist shows me to the conference room where everyone waits for me.

“Sorry I’m late, there was an accident on the highway.” I look around the room, and when my eyes land on Eve, she won’t look at me.

“Hello, Mr. Steed. I’m Cynthia Cordell, the office manager. It’s good to finally meet you in person. I looked over the campaign and Eve has done great work for you. Please take a seat, and we can get started.”

I take my place and watch Eve stand and hand out folders to everyone in the room. She still won’t make eye contact with me. I open the folder and see a full schedule of photo shoots, commercial ads, and billboard ads. All lined up over the next couple of weeks.

I clear my throat to speak, “I’m sorry you have gone through all this trouble to set up these appointments. But I’m leaving town tonight for the next three weeks. I’m training for a fight in Denver, and I always train in the city my matches are held in.”

I look over to Eve, and I can see the frustration written all over her face. Maybe I should have emailed her my schedule, so we didn’t run into this mess. I feel bad knowing she did work that was unnecessary. She will have more work now thanks to me.

“Well, Mr. Steed we want this campaign up and running as soon as possible. Would it work if we set all these up in Denver? I could have Eve fly out and meet you at every appointment,” Cynthia says.

“Excuse me? Do I have a choice here?” Eve says with anger.

“Eve, you have been busting your ass for this company for years. Think of it as a mini-vacation with a little work. Doesn’t your family live in Denver? You could take a few days and go see them.”

She doesn’t speak, and I can tell she is weighing her options. Me, I personally I think it's an excellent idea. Maybe I’ll be able to get my girl back sooner rather than later.

“I’ll see what I can do, with scheduling in Denver. I’ll need a few days to get things organized.”

I stand and say, “Splendid, I’ll see you on the flight tonight. Have a wonderful day ladies!”

“Wait, I’m not going tonight! I said I need a few days.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Steed, Eve will be on the plane tonight or the first flight out tomorrow morning. What hotel are you staying at so I can book her room?”

Now that Eve will be by my side for the next three weeks, she will have to talk to me. She’ll have to spend time with me, and I look forward to every minute of it. I will get my girl back.

I landed in Denver and checked into the hotel. I haven’t heard from Eve, so I’m unsure if she is coming tonight or tomorrow. I want to text her, but I feel I’ll be adding fuel to the fire if I do.

I send my coach a text checking the time we are meeting at the gym. It’s still early, so I decide to go down to the bar to get a drink.

Before I enter the hotel’s restaurant, I spot Eve in the lobby. She doesn’t notice me, so I wait to see where she is going. She gets her key card and walks toward the elevators, and I follow close behind. Once the doors open, she gets inside, and I wait till they are about ready to close before getting in myself. We are the only ones inside the elevator. When I get close to her, her back goes to the wall and I lean in close to cage her in with my arms. She takes in a deep breath and holds it. She looks away from me. I take her gorgeous face in my hands, so she has no choice but to look at me.

“I’ve missed you and I know I was wrong. I’m truly sorry, Eve. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you if you give me a second chance.”

The elevator dings indicating we reached her floor. She hurries and ducks under my arms, leaving me standing here alone. I want to punch the wall, I want to beat the shit out of my coach. I want to beat the shit out of myself for what I did to her. I hurt her, and I know it. I just need one more chance to make things right.

Deciding it’s best I don’t have a drink after all, I go to my room. Strip down to my boxers and plop down on my bed. I have my arms folded behind my head, and I lay here staring at the ceiling. I need to think. While I’m thinking; I start wondering why I’m so into this girl. I’m only twenty-five, am I ready to settle down? Do I need a serious girlfriend in the prime of my career? But then, I remember the one thing that I like about her so much. She didn’t like me for my fame, she liked me for who I am as a person. She never changed once she learned I was a champion fighter. She is sweet, kind and caring. My parents love her, and they have not cared for one girl I have brought home in the past.

There’s a soft knock on the door and when I open it, Eve is standing there. I open the door wider to let her in. She walks in and looks around the room. Her eyes land on my body and she looks me over from my head to my chest, stopping at my mid-section. That’s when I remember I’m in boxers.

She looks away and says, “I have a schedule started and thought maybe we could go over it? I don’t care to be arranging it for the third time.”

“Sure, make yourself at home.”

“You mind putting some clothes on Mr. Steed?”

I pick up my discarded jeans from the floor and put them on, not bothering with the button. I take a seat next to her at the mini table in the room. She hands me some papers, and I take them noticing her hands are shaky. I open the calendar on my phone and write in the times she has written down. Most of these are late afternoon, works for me since I train early mornings.

“Looks, good on my end.”

“Perfect, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing, and I’ll see you in two days for the photo shoot.”

She stands up and places her schedule back into her leather binder. I know she is ready to bolt on me. She has her hand on the door handle, and I wrap my arms around her waist.

“Please don’t go.” I feel her stomach muscles tighten as she inhales a deep breath. “I miss you, Eve.”

She looks at me over her shoulder, and I brush her hair from the corner of her eye. Placing a hand on her soft cheek, I lean in to kiss her. I need to feel her lips on mine, I need to feel her skin against my own. I need this woman in my life. She lets me kiss her, and my hand finds the hem of her shirt. I slide it up under her shirt to her breasts. She leans into my body, her ass touching the erection in my jeans. I spin her around and take her face in both my hands. I kiss her, and she opens to me, her wintergreen taste fills my mouth. Breaking the kiss; I take the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Her breasts are beautiful in the purple lace bra. I reach around back and undo the hooks, she lets it fall to the floor. I open her jeans and tug them down her legs. I remove her ankle boots and spread her legs open. I bow my head to lick her outer folds, my tongue lapping up her juices from with-in. I maneuver her legs further apart with my arms and get my tongue deeper inside her pussy. Her knees shake as she says my name. I know she is on the verge of cumming on my tongue.

I stop, picking her up and taking her to the bed. I let my jeans fall to the floor and take my boxers off, letting them fall where they may. I lie over top of her bracing myself on my elbows, she reaches down and takes my shaft in her hands, guiding me to her sweet pussy. I press my cock to her opening, sliding into her wet folds. I propel further in until there is no more length and I drag my cock back out to the tip over and over until she is moaning out my name. I get up on my knees taking her by the waist, I pull her to me. My cock sliding back in. I hold her by the waist while thrusting harder and faster. Her breasts bounce with every thrust. Sweat glistens on her skin giving her a glow. I feel my balls tightening and I know I’m ready to cum. I take her hand and place it on her clit.

“Massage your clit, Sweetheart.”

Her fingers are stroking her clit and doing their magic. I feel her inner walls tightening, I feel the wetness that is covering my shaft. I take one of my hands and place it on top of hers giving her more pressure, she cums calling out my name. I thrust a few more times before I explode my seed into her sweet pussy. I cover her with my body weight, our chests rising and falling while I catch my breath. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my legs. We lay here panting, and I couldn’t be happier. I roll over once my dick goes soft. She rolls with me straddling my body.

“You ever do that to me again, Kevin, and we are finished. Your coach ever talks to me like that again, we are done.”