Chapter Nine
The final shoot was not going well. Elise was happy, and everything was set up, but Hunter didn’t like other men seeing Payton with just her underwear on. Everything was tasteful, and nothing was seen. Her red nipples were covered, and the fine hairs on her pussy, but for him that body belonged to him.
“Instead of shredding cups, and pretending to not care, go up there. Help her out. She can clearly see you’re in distress,” Elise said.
“I’ve never felt this way about a woman before. This is her job, and they look amazing.”
“But you want to gouge out their eyeballs, and make them eat it. I get it, Hunter. You’re just like every other guy that is falling in love.”
“I’m not in love,” he said. His lies were going to get him in trouble.
The photographer shouted cut, and Payton grabbed the wrap, and started walking toward him.
“Don’t be an ass,” Elise said.
“Can I talk to you?” Payton asked, grabbing his arm.
He didn’t even get a say in the matter as she took him toward Elise’s office. This was the final shoot, and they had settled on the privacy of one of the rooms in Image Counts.
She folded her arms, and shrugged. “What the hell is your problem?”
“You wanted to talk to me.”
“Yeah, because you’re acting like a crazy person. I’m not interested in anyone else. I’m not a cheater. I’m with you. All of this, belongs to you.”
“I don’t like other men looking at you.”
“Well know that by the end of the night this is all going to be in your bed.”
He moved toward her, grabbing her ass, which he seemed to be doing a lot of just lately. He couldn’t help it. Whenever it came to Payton he lost all focus of everything else.
“I’m doing my job, Hunter.” She teased the lapel of his jacket. “Why don’t you come and join me?”
“What?”
“You can wear some of the boxers, and we can have a little fun together. What do you say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on. You know you’ve got a decent body.”
“I’m the head of the business.”
“And we’re about to go to press. What better way than showing we have a mutual respect for each other?” She ran her hands down his body, touching his ass this time. “Come on. For me? Please?”
“Do I get to bargain something?”
“Always the businessman. What do you want?”
“To fuck your ass tonight.”
She moaned. “You’re not going to let that go, are you?”
“Nope. You wouldn’t either if you knew how good it was. Imagine my fingers, only a little bigger.”
“Your finger hurt in the beginning.”
“I made it worth it.”
She rolled her eyes. “We have a deal, but you have got to do everything that Elise tells you to, right?”
“I don’t take orders.”
“Today, you do.”
He was stripped down to a pair of boxers, and spent the rest of the day being ordered around. Parts of the shoot were a little uncomfortable, especially when a pale pink lacey set entered the equation. The panties molded to her hips and ran down her ass, showing off her cheeks. It was nearly impossible to keep his hands to himself.
The entire shoot was torture, but at the end of the night, he would win the war.
At seven at night, everything was complete, Elise was happy, Rick even more so. The photographers congratulated them, and he was even given a business card, and told if he wanted in on the business, he was welcome.
“See, there’s an inner model in you yet.”
He pulled her close, and wrapped his arm around her neck. Pressing his lips to hers, he felt her begin to soften.
“We have a date,” he said.
“First, we have to go and see Elise and Rick.” They were about to enter the office that their friends had gone through, and paused. Elise and Rick were having a private moment. Rick had her pressed up against the desk, and the way Elise was holding him, she didn’t have a problem with that at all. “I told you that they would find each other.”
“Wow, that is like amazing.”
“Come on, woman. We’ve got a date, and I’m holding you to it.”
In no time at all, he had her in the car, on the road, and at his place. After he locked the door to his apartment, he bent down and lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her into the room that they shared.
“Hunter, what the hell? I can walk.”
“Not a moment to lose.”
He placed her on the bed and started to remove her clothes. She was laughing as he did. When he started to stroke her body, however, that laughter soon turned to moans. She stopped making getting naked difficult, and was pulling his own clothes from his body. Neither of them were patient as they got naked. Hunter moved her to the center of the bed and spread her thighs wide.
Leaning down, he flicked his tongue across her pussy, sliding inside her, then moving up to circle her clit.
“Feels so good,” she said.
Using his fingers and tongue, he aroused her to the edge but made sure she stayed there. He didn’t allow her to go past that peak into orgasm. Reaching toward the drawers beside his bed, he removed the tube of lubrication that he had purchased for this, and he smeared a generous amount over his cock.
“Don’t I need to go to my knees?” she asked.
“No. I want to look into your eyes when I fill your ass.” He pushed a pillow beneath her, raising her ass up. When she was in the right position, he got her to hold her legs, keeping her open, and at an angle that allowed him to see her anus.
Using more lubrication on her ass, he wanted to make sure she was ready for him. He began to work one finger inside her, and then a second, pumping. With his other hand, he stroked her pussy, giving her pleasure to take away from the slight pain of his fingers in her ass.
“Do you want my cock, babe?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Hunter. I want you.”
Pressing the tip against her anus, he began to push inside. Her muscles were tight, but he thrust past those, and inch by inch filled her ass. He didn’t rush, and took his time as she got accustomed to the feel of him inside her.
Once all of his cock was inside her, he moved over her, staring into her beautiful blue eyes. He had lied to Elise. His feelings for Payton had developed quickly, and he didn’t know if he could trust them. She brightened his entire world, and made him think of a future with her as his wife.
“Hunter?”
“Yeah?”
“It feels … amazing. Like … being filled.” She was panting between each breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his.
She began to wiggle on his cock, and he didn’t know if he was going to be able to last being inside her.
Payton was everywhere. She was inside his head, his heart, and she was his drug of choice. He took his time, fucking her ass, getting her to stroke her pussy as he filled her. Neither of them looked away from one another.
Time stood still, and there was no way Hunter could stop his feelings for her. Payton was … perfection. She was his perfect woman.
Her confidence inspired him, and her love was so big. Over the past few weeks, he had watched her with people wherever they went. If they were stopped, she would talk with women and girls. She loved kids, and he’d seen that as well. She was always cooing over a babies and children.
It got him thinking about his own kids. Would he ever have them? With Payton, he could see himself being with her, loving her, having kids, and actually wanting to do something else that wasn’t about work. She was the first woman to make him feel that way, and for him, that meant she was the one.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he filled her ass at the same time she came. They were holding each other, and he knew that he couldn’t let her go. This went way beyond sex.
This was love.
****
Three days later
Payton wasn’t feeling well at all. She had gone to bed feeling like crap, and waking up, she didn’t feel any better. After showering the sweat from her body, she had hoped it would wake her up, or at least make her a little perky. It had done neither.
“Are you okay?” Rick asked.
“I’m fine.” She released a small burp, which fortunately didn’t make a sound and was only like a rush of air. She hadn’t seen Hunter last night as he had to work late, which wasn’t a problem. She was heading up to Hunter’s office now where he had arranged the small conference with a few of the reporters.
There hadn’t been a single story yesterday in the news, and Rick had locked her social media pages for the time being. Running fingers through her hair, she stared at her reflection, and saw that she looked like shit.
Releasing a breath, she ran her clammy hands down her suit.
“You’re not pregnant, are you?”
She turned to Rick and frowned. “No, I’m not pregnant. It’s nothing. I’ll be fine. I’ve not been sick in a long time. This will pass.” She took several deep breaths, and decided right away not to do that at all. She didn’t need to breathe. Shallow breaths could work, and she would die through lack of oxygen. Maybe death would be easy right now. Her stomach felt like someone was twisting it like you would a cloth.
Reaching out, she held onto the wall, and took some deep breaths.
“Okay, you need to go home, because you look a mess, Payton. This is the worst I’ve ever seen you.”
“Yeah, I’m thinking the sushi yesterday was a bad idea. Thinking about it, you’re not supposed to eat fish if it smells fishy, are you?”
“Crap, Payton. You’ve gone pale, and you’re sweaty.”
“I’m fine. Hunter has done a lot to put this interview together, and I’m not going to let some bad fish ruin it. How are things with you and Elise? Don’t give me that whole, nothing is happening. Hunter and I saw you the other day. You were smooching.” I’m dying.
The stomach cramp eased, and she was able to stand up, but now she felt so cold. Hugging the jacket around her waist, she turned to Rick, focusing on him. She burped again, another soundless one.
Wow, she was sounding less like a lady with each passing minute.
“I like her. She’s not a reporter, and she understands our life. She adores you, and we’re going on a date this Friday.”
“Excellent.” I won’t be alive by Friday.
Another wave of pain rushed over her. “You know, next time I’m not trusting anyone even if they say it’s restaurant quality.”
“If you have food poisoning, that could be really serious.”
She began to laugh. “Oh my, could you read the headline? Plus-size model dies by eating. Wow, that is actually really depressing.”
The elevator doors opened, and yeah, she really wasn’t doing good.
“Holy crap,” Daryl said.
“She’s ill,” Rick said. “This is not going to look good.”
“Oh, please, I’m going to be more than fine. I can handle an interview and stuff. I will be fine.” My stomach is twisting itself into a fucking knot.
Ouch.
There goes being the lady.
Crap, I hope this is not about to explode out of both ends.
Great thought, Payton, really appropriate.
Her mortification would be complete.
“Everything is set up. Wow, fuck, Payton, are you okay?” Hunter asked.
She stared at the man she had fallen helplessly in love with, and in that moment with how damn healthy he looked, she wanted to gut him. “You know, a girl could get a complex as not just one, or two, but three men have that shocked look on their faces.”
“You’ve gone a little green.”
“Let’s just do this, shall we?” Before I embarrass myself.
Stupid fish.
Stupid sushi.
This is why I eat steak and fried chicken!
Hunter took her hand, and she knew he was worried. She could feel all of their concern, and her stomach began to make noise, and she released a whimper. They were sitting in Hunter’s office, and she sat down, and winced as her stomach began to hurt.
“Thank you all for coming today,” Hunter said, taking a seat. “As you are aware, there have been a couple of headlines that I’ve not particularly liked, and I think it’s time that I cleared the air.”
“Yep, I agree,” Payton said. She tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace she was sure. “I’m not a whore.”
“No, she’s not.” Hunter took her hand, and she squeezed it, hating that her hand was slick with sweat.
Just keep going. You can handle this. Come on. My stomach, ouch.
“Payton and I met at a charity event, and I pursued her. She was nice, genuine, and I wanted her. Plain and simple. We are together.”
“What about the implication that she slept with you to get the job?”
“I slept with him because I wanted to. Not because of any job,” she said. Pain was making her testy.
She took a sip of the water, and swallowed it down. She left Hunter to do the talking as he had the right words.
The pain was getting even more difficult, and she was trying not to draw attention to herself.
“Payton, how do you feel about Hunter?” one reporter asked.
In pain, feeling like she was going to die at any moment, possibly vomit and crap her pants, she didn’t put a filter on her words. Any other time, she would have been coy, or witty. This time, she was blatant.
“I’m completely and totally in love with him. I want him to be the father of my babies, and if I’ve not completely scared him away, I am hoping he’ll agree to marry me.” If that wasn’t bad enough, she grabbed the nearest trash bin, and began to vomit. Once it started, it didn’t seem to want to stop.
She threw everything up, and knew people had recoiled from the smell. The pain increased, and as she couldn’t stop vomiting, she began to cry, and freak out a little, gasping for breath, and then choking a little.
Rick, Daryl, and Hunter all sprang into action.
Hunter took the lead, getting her out of the office, and down to his car, where she vomited all the way there. “I think I got vomit in my hair,” she said, crying.
“It’s okay. We’ll clean you up, babe.”
“I’m so sorry.” Like all the times before, whenever she was ill, she began to sob, feeling even more sorry for herself.
“We’re going to get you home, and clean you up. Put you to bed.”
“What about the interview?”
“Rick and Daryl will deal with it.”
“It was the fish.”
“What was the fish?”
“This. I’m not pregnant. It was really bad fish. It smelled rotten. I’ve never had sushi before. I didn’t know if it was some weird sauce they put in it.”
“If sushi smells bad, you’re not supposed to eat it.”
“I know that now.” She began to cry.
“Oh, babe, it’s okay. It’s just a little vomit. We can handle this.”
“I think I crapped my pants.” She was full-fledged sobbing now.
He got her to his place, and much to her relief, she hadn’t soiled herself, but vomit was indeed in her hair. Hunter was so sweet, so caring, so loving. He cleaned her up, and watched over her as she soaked in the bath.
When she started to fall asleep, he helped her out, and put her to bed.
Opening her eyes, she curled up in a ball, pressing a pillow to her stomach. “Did I embarrass you today?”
“Not at all. There’s nothing you can do that would embarrass me.” He pushed some of her hair out of her eyes.
“I vomited, and I told them that I loved you, and everything else.”
He began to smile. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”
“Will it make me cry?”
“It might, but it’ll be a good cry. Trust me?”
“I do trust you.”
“Good.” He ran his thumb across her lips. “Because I more than care about you, Payton. I am in love with you as well. You, with your sexy ass, juicy tits, and wonderful curves. You have made me want to be more than a businessman.”
Her heart was pounding, and more tears flooded her eyes.
“You mean that?”
“I do mean it, Payton. I love you, and I don’t know when it began. I only know that I can’t stop thinking about you. Thoughts of you consume me every single day. I love you more than anyone else in this world.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “You see, you didn’t embarrass me when you told those reporters the truth. You helped me see your feelings. You’re incredibly stubborn, and you keep a great deal to yourself.”
“I can’t help it.” She took hold of his hand, and gave it a squeeze. “What do we do now?”
“You’re going to rest, and I’m going to keep an eye on you. I think you’re going to be vomiting for a little while longer. I’ll be calling my parents and canceling our visit. I want you safe and well before we travel there.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked, feeling really tired all of a sudden.
“Yeah, I am. Sleep, baby.”
She did.