Page 31 of Enjoying the Ride

My pussy’s sore, but in a good way.Trek used me again and again, and it was a wonderful experience, even if I’ve been dripping his come for the last twenty-four hours.Yet I wouldn’t re-do any of it because we connected during our lovemaking.It was intense, but it was also romantic, even if the massive man took me on the conference room floor.

But now, we’ve landed in Mirago, and I press my face against the car window, my mouth agape as I take in the breathtaking scene before me.

Miles of white, sandy coast stretch out as far as I can see.The water—a vibrant, aqua color—sparkles in the sunlight as waves hit land in brilliant splashes.Birds fly overhead, squawking against the wind and soaring in easy contentment.

Piled into the large SUV with me, four other girls giggle and chatter about our wild new adventure on the island of Mirago.I catch snippets of their conversation as they gabble, but I’m too enamored with the island itself to pay much attention to their words.

After all, even the voyage itself has been insane.Our flight was aboard a luxurious, private plane, complete with white leather seats and a flat-screen TV.There were fresh flowers, clever built-ins, and the galley was made of mahogany instead of serviceable stainless steel.

Even more, I’m insanely excited to be moving to Mirago and leaving behind the shitty parts of my life in New York.In fact, quitting my job with Ray Smiley has officially been added to my list of all-time favorite and most badass moments because when that clown started to cuss me out for quitting, saying that I was never going to amount to anything, that I would end up walking the streets, I let him have it.Loud enough for clients to hear, probably loud enough for the other offices on our floor to hear.

Meanwhile, Kelly slow-clapped me as I marched out the door and finished off the scene by throwing her own resignation letter at Smiley on the way out.

Of course, things might not work out.Maybe the weather in Mirago is horrible.Maybe the men are horrible.Maybe after my six-month stint, I’ll have a hard time finding a new job.But for right now, I don’t care.Trek’s already deposited a hundred thousand dollars into all of our accounts, and my eyes went wide when I saw the number.The most I’ve ever had in my account is five hundred bucks, so to see that astronomical number was mind-boggling.

And maybe, after these six months, I’ll have enough money to do something with my life instead of having to resort to working for creeps like Smiley.

Afterward, throughout the flight and up until we landed at the small, private airport, Trek and the other men made sure that we ladies all felt comfortable, attempting to answer what questions they could.A lot of their comments were along the lines of ‘just wait and see,’ which didn’t really bother us.

But despite all of the excitement, one question has been nagging me nonstop: what happens between Trek and me once we actually get to Mirago?

I’ve barely spoken to the man ever since we had sex at the hotel back in New York.Sure, we’ve exchanged pleasantries and a few long looks, but he’s basically ignored me.It’s almost as if our time together was something he did out of duty or necessity.

Maybe that’s his thing.He picks one girl to obsess over and then once he’s had her, he moves on.

I don’t want to believe such a horrible thing about Trek, but I’m feeling a little hurt by his sudden lack of attention.

Maybe it turns out that I’m not what he wanted after all?

I grimace, the beautiful scenery before me becoming grey as my negative thoughts spiral out of control.

Maybe he’s got another woman already, one in the community.Maybe he’s married.

The thought, painful and altogether possible, makes me slouch even lower into my seat.

“Why the worried face, Posey?”one of the other women—Tina—asks me, her eyes wide with concern.

I shrug and offer her a slight smile.“Just thinking about what in the world is going to happen next,” I tell her.“When we actually start working.”

“Yeah, I wonder what it’s going to be like,” she muses.“We hardly know anything about the job at all, other than it’s in hospitality.But don’t stress too much.We’re getting paid up the wazoo, so I’m ready to do anything to keep the customers happy.”

I smile, appreciating her funny sense of humor, yet unable to say out loud what I fear that most.

I’m not sure I feel the same.Because how can I stay and watch the man I adore get physical with other women?How can I get physical with other men?This is so confusing.

A mix of emotions whirl around in my mind, and as I grapple with the swirl, the driver turns our SUV onto a gated road.Huge iron doors swing open, revealing a long, palm-tree lined driveway beyond them.The road itself isn’t paved, but covered in colorful shells and rocks, and our tires crunch over them with ease.The second SUV follows us in, and I crane my neck to see the tall doors slide closed behind us.

Soon, all of us ladies are looking out of the windows, everyone temporarily awed.The long driveway abuts the sea, which peeks through the dense trees every so often.It’s gorgeous – a pure, azure color which sparkles and shimmers in the sunlight.We have officially arrived in paradise.

After a few minutes, the car swings into a wide parking spot and the driver cuts the engine.

“Welcome to Mirago, ladies,” he announces.Without another word, he steps out of the car and heads toward the back to grab our luggage.

At that very moment, Trek and Narax materialize out of nowhere.I’m not sure where they came from—we haven’t seen the men since we deboarded the plane a couple of hours ago.

Trek opens the door.“Welcome,” he says in an easy tone, holding out his hand to let the first row of women exit.He pulls up the seat and helps a pretty girl named Taylor exit.

The girls pile out of the car, full of chatter.I’m the last to climb out.Trek keeps his hand extended but I don’t accept it, instead using the seat for support.I can feel his eyes boring into me, and I know that he’s displeased.

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