Page 6 of Her Supermodel Stalker
“Amazing!” I say, pointing at a case that’s been packed. “And then they’re off to the market.”
She nods with a smile. “Yep!”
I pick up a bottle from an opened case and read its label. “Hmm, Sun Oaks Chardonnay. Is this our award-winning wine?”
“Yes. It’s really good,” she says proudly. “It’s zesty, and it has a silky and creamy texture on your tongue. I helped Sam to create the new flavor.”
Silky and creamy on my tongue?Jesus. Why is my cock stretching? “Great! I’ve wanted to try it.” I raise an eyebrow as I read the label. “Naked chardonnay, Hmm…”
“It just means it’s unoaked,” she explains with a short laugh. “The chardonnay has gotten a bad reputation in the past because it’s often overly flavored with oak. So we created this one without using any oak chips or barrels. It retains the natural, crispy apple notes of the grapes.”
Why do I find her expertise so goddamn sexy? My mouth waters as I listen to her explanations. Even the wine’s name sounds sensual on her tongue. Char-doo-naaaay.
“I wouldn’t store it in the fridge for too long, at most two hours,” she says, bringing my attention to the wine again, “Otherwise, it’ll lose the flavor.”
“Are you sure? Don’t they always serve it out of the fridge at the restaurants?”
She shrugs. “They shouldn’t.”
“Okay. I won’t chill it at all. I’m going to drink it soon, at lunch.”
“That’ll be perfect because it tastes the best at the cellar’s temperature. And it’s great with olives and Gouda cheese.”
Again, she speaks like a little expert, and it turns me on. “I’ll hire you to be my personal wine consultant,” I say as I gaze at her.
She shudders at my gaze and falls silent until we’re outside the winery. “Do you need me for anything else?”
Yes. I need you for a lot more, sweetheart.“Not really,” I say. “I’ll just go home and enjoy the wine. Would you like to join me for lunch?”
Her eyes glisten but she shakes her head. “N-no, thanks. I brought lunch.”
“No problem. See you later.”
“Bye.” She says and heads back to the office.
I turn a different direction to my house, which isn’t far from the winery.
The colonial-style home comes with the vineyard. It has five bedrooms and a backyard the size of two tennis courts. I imagine having half-dozen children like my uncle in Italy, and they fill the yard with their laughter.
I don’t have any Gouda or olives, so I pair the wine with some wheat crackers. It tastes exquisite. Among a dozen fruity flavors, including apple and citrus, it has a distinct strawberry aroma. The fact hardly surprises me. I close my eyes to savor it and recall the taste of Lexi’s lips right away. One kiss, and I’m addicted to her forever. Is it why she makes such delicious wine? Does she use her saliva for the yeast? Shit. I’m one sick bastard.
After I empty the glass, I lean into my couch and close my eyes.
I recall the moment I had with her in the cellar, and my cock grows thick and hard. I stroke it thinking about Lexi, how soft her lips and tongue were, and the way her eyes shimmered to let me know she wanted my touch. It doesn’t take me long to shoot out a long rope of cum onto the floor.
Getting her out of my mind temporarily, I tap on my phone to check my FB account. I debate over the idea of uploading the pictures of the vineyard and decide against it. I don’t plan to publicize my new life. In fact, I haven’t even told my publicist about it. Although I won’t be able to keep it a secret for long, I don’t want any media attention yet. I want this place to be my sanctuary for as long as possible.
I check Lexi’s account. She uploaded some photos at the Caribbean islands she stopped by over her cruise. She’s so fucking beautiful in her skimpy bikinis. Goddamn, who the hell is the man next to her? How dare he put his arm over her shoulders? I have the urge to take the guy by his throat and throw him into the ocean behind him. I swipe through the pictures to see whether there’s more of him, but thankfully that’s the only picture of the two being together. He isn’t in any of the group photos she took with her friends. He’s probably just another passenger on the ship.
I grunt when I check my own account and find out that Amanda, who’s also my social media manager, uploaded a photo of me taken with another model at a fashion event a while back. Laureen Carson is a much sought after celebrity but also a slut. She leans too close to me, nudging her lips on my face. I should be flattered, but I’m embarrassed with that picture. We were pretending to have a relationship to get publicity. It was all Amanda’s idea. According to her, fans like gossips. I haven’t appeared with any woman in public for the past two years, not after I discovered Lexi. Fans are losing interest in me, according to Amanda. Creating false rumors is a way to boost a celebrity’s popularity.
Chapter 5
Lexi
“Mommy is home!” my golden hair angel runs toward me as soon as I get in the house.
I hold him, kissing his chubby cheeks and sniffing his baby scent. This is the moment I crave at the end of a workday. All my fatigue washes away, replaced by pure bliss.
