BLUE ICE (ICE SERIES) (21 page)

              ‘So you’re arranging the summer trip, where are you going? Well that sounds great. Guys I need to go, we’re going to have dinner, but I’ll call you this week, ok? I love you.’

              I noticed something showing on his face during that last phrase but I couldn’t figure out what was it so I decided to forget about it. When we got to his building he made me run to his apartment and when we got there he left me standing while he poured himself a drink.

              ‘So now you’re calmed weirdo?’ He didn’t answer, just smirked and watched me with those dark eyes. ‘What was all that shit of no kissing me Berkeley?’

              Oh God, my mouth was cheating on my brain again. I would have never had the guts to ask this. He came dangerously closer. He put his hands on my hips and his mouth on my skin.

              ‘I need to know’ – kiss on my neck- ‘you’ – kiss on my ear – ‘want me’ – kiss on my jaw – ‘as much’ – kiss on the corner of my mouth – ‘as I want you’ – Kiss on my mouth.

              I wanted him, I wanted him as much as he wanted me, but in my sick head showing emotions was showing weakness, so I couldn’t answer his question. I would have to show him. He interrupted my way of thought.

              ‘Now I need in you, doll.’

              He kissed me, crazy kissed me, but his hands were on the same spot at my hips. Abruptly, surprising me, his hands went to my ass and made me straddle his hips with my legs. He was carrying me as if I were weightless.

              We entered his room and I knew this would be our second time in the rodeo and I started noticing he was going to be rougher this time. He was kissing me, but he was also pulling my hair, giving himself better entrance to my mouth. This time there was no lace designer dress, I was wearing my jeans and he was going to manhandle me. This was also going to be quicker. He was laying me on his bed and just when his hands didn’t need to carry me anymore, they started with other tasks, touching, grabbing and exploring.

              His hand went under my shirt, my boobs seemed to be a favorite for him. He just cupped my right breast. When he decided to pinch my nipple I bit his lip, I didn’t even think about it, it just happened. He looked at me and smiled wildly, he liked it hard.

              ‘This will be quick doll, sorry but I can’t take it anymore.’

              He took a condom from his drawer and kissed me again.

              ‘Let me put it on.’

              He nodded and while I was focused on my task his hands went to my jeans. I was touching him and he was about to touch me. He undid my zipper and smiled when he found my pink zebra knickers. I didn’t know someone was going to see my girlish underwear when I put them on. Two fingers entered just to trace that intimate part, this time he knew it and he was touring leisurely.

              My hands were trembling and it was becoming difficult to put that rubber thing on him. When I finally did, one of his hands started removing my blouse.

              ‘I need to see you doll, I need you.’

              I think I had never been as quiet as I had been during our encounters, he literally made me speechless. He took off my blouse, stared at my pink leopard bra and smiled. I have a thing for animal print and I supposed zebra and leopard were in the same pattern family. He took the bra off and kissed me, a deep distracting kiss. This was his tactic to make his entrance more discrete. I felt him, this time I was more prepared so he went deeper, harder, better.

              He kissed me the whole time, his hands traveling my body, until he felt we were both close.

              ‘Look at me Katherine, I need you to say it again.’

              This time I didn’t over think it, what he wanted wasn’t as scary as the first time, I knew it was bullshit; though the open eyes was difficult. I felt so exposed, naked, with him inside me, my shut eyes were a protection blanket. Slowly I met his gaze and with no air on my body answered his request.

              ‘I’m yours, Dylan.’

              ‘Say my name again.’

This was becoming a porno so quickly!

              ‘Dylan…mmm…Dylan…mmm’

              And then It was a shouted version of his name, I felt him getting still and then again that big explosion. This was fine and I could get used to it in such an easy way. I liked Dylan, I liked this.

              Quickly I fell asleep, I was learning these activities were consuming. It had been a great day, we had had fun and I was comfortable with the idea of having sex with him. When I opened my eyes I was surprised by what I found. I was laid on Blue Eyes’ chest, hugging him. I never hugged anyone and there I was, his arms all around me and my legs tangled with his. I didn’t want to leave his embrace, for the first time in my life I was completely fine with the idea of being hugged.

              ‘You still have other 15 minutes doll.’

              Fuck! He knew!

              I tried to move, but he hugged me harder.

              ‘I have you for other 15 minutes, Katherine.’

              We stayed like that for those minutes, I noticed his breathing was one fine sound. He waited for me while I got dressed and took me to the office. He left with a perfect morning kiss and I realized this was a good way to start a day.

             
Chapter 17

              I hadn’t been in the agency long when my cell phone rang like crazy.

              ‘Katherine Elizabeth Bianchi! I am gonna kill you!’

              ‘So you remembered you have a friend Chelle?’

              ‘Stop with that and start explaining to me why every gossip blog in the country has your face being sucked by Dylan on it?’

              Holy shit!

              ‘
What are you talking about?’

              ‘Don’t play innocent with me! You are dating him!’ Michelle’s voice was menacing, she was truly angry at me even when I could imagine the big smile on her face.

              ‘No, I am not, it was just the hockey kiss cam and we got really pressured by the crowd, that’s it.’

              ‘Well, that’s not what Perez Hilton is saying, I am reading the best headings to you: “Pretty brunette kissing the most eligible bachelor”, “Someone has tamed Berkeley”, “Out of the market?”, “Brazilian model, Berkeley’s new love interest” and, “What does Tamara, long-time-on-and-off-girlfriend think about it”.’

              Oh God, I didn’t anticipate this, I hate unplanned things. ‘So, I am a Brazilian model?’

              ‘Out of all the things I’ve read that’s what you are focusing on?’

              ‘What do you want me to say Chelle? You know it’s bullshit. And I really don’t get why this is gossip worthy!’

              ‘He appeared in Forbes this year, he’s one of the richest, hottest, bachelors in the country and you are a hot girl, it has “gossip” written all over.’ For my best friend this was too obvious.

              ‘Oh God! Let’s make business out of this, call them, sell the story and let’s share the money for the scoop.’

              ‘But you have just said there’s no story right?’ She got me and now she was being ironic about it.

              ‘There’s not, but that won’t stop you baby, I know you! I have to go sweetheart, but please come back, I’m missing you. And write an email with everything that’s happening, ok?’

              ‘I love you, and Katie, please take care, ok?’

              What the fuck?
I’ve never been interesting in my life and now my face was on blogs? That was crazy, my phone rang again and I begged that it would be something work related.

              ‘Katherine?’ That sweet, hot, voice.

              ‘Hey.’

              ‘Have you seen them?’ Dylan was concerned, he suspected this would bother me.

              ‘No, Chelle called me about it.’

              ‘I am so sorry doll, it’s all over the place and I know how you must feel about it.’

              ‘I don’t think I give a damn’, they don’t know what they’re talking about.’ Surprisingly I was not afraid of this, I knew better than paying attention to blogs. At least that was my first thought.

              ‘Could you come during your lunch break? My lawyers need your signature so they can defend you in case this grows.’

              ‘This can grow?’ Lawyers? This was just viral garbage, I couldn’t understand the danger.

              ‘Don’t know, they just want to be prepared.’

              ‘Ok, I’ll be there.’

              His tone changed, he knew I was calmed about the whole media circus. ‘I want to kiss you now.’

              ‘Where did that come from?’

              ‘I just want to.’

              ‘Ok, I have to work, but I’ll see you during lunch.’

              ‘I’ll be in meetings the entire day but let me know as soon as you arrive.’

              I was not going to kid anyone, I was not working. I read every single blog. I laughed at most of them but there was one which made my anger come over: “What does Tamara, long-time-on-and-off-girlfriend think about it.”

              “I can’t follow every one night stand he has.” That bitch didn’t only let them think she was his girlfriend, she also called me a one night stand. I didn’t know why it bothered me since that was what I wanted it to be in the beginning. Maybe it was the fact she was the one disdaining me with that reference.

              I entered BKY Enterprises, the nice man at the desk greeted me and I went upstairs with my own badge, I even looked nice on the picture. I ignored the blonde at the front desk and looked directly for Jonathan.

              ‘Hey, Mr. Rhode, I am here to sign some paper work.’

              The nice guy walked me down the hall. ‘Yes, Ms. Bianchi, come with me to this conference room, they marked every page where you need to sign. ‘

              No attorney was waiting for me, probably Blue Eyes forbid Wood to talk to me after our meeting in the gala. Jonathan left me signing more documents than I had seen in my life and I made a poor attempt to read them. I was about to text Berkeley when someone opened the door, Tamara.

              ‘What are you doing here?’ She looked professional, a red pencil skirt with a white shirt. She was angry about my visit, but I couldn’t care less.

              ‘Visiting my boyfriend, isn’t it obvious?’

              ‘Oh Katherine, you are a smart girl, you know better than that. Berkeley is not your boyfriend.’ The condescending tone she used pulled the trigger.

              ‘You are right, he’s just my booty call, but that sounds a little rough, so we keep it to the basics.’

              ‘Oh well, enjoy him before he gets tired, he always does, first he pays all his attention and then, as the boy he is, he just gets bored and tired.’ She was pushing a soft spot and I was losing my patience.

              ‘The good thing is he’s not coming to you when he’s bored, sad Tamara, but true.’

              I grabbed the papers, threw them on Jonathan’s desk and left. I was angry, furious, but I couldn’t understand why. Maybe it was because what Tamara said sounded too close to the truth. I hated her and I hated the fact Mr. Bastard didn’t even mentioned she was in town.

              I faked working till 5 o’clock, leaving overwhelmed by all the notes I read. Most of them talked about me as a mysterious love interest, some of them as a one night stand, but the worst called me “his girlfriend”. It was good for me to say it to Tamara to make her mad, but the world thinking it, was other thing. I was a mess, I was bothered by the “one night stand” label Tamara gave to us, but the “girlfriend” status scared the hell out of me. Joe was waiting for me at the entrance.

              ‘Ms. Bianchi.’

              ‘Hey Big Guy, could you take me home?’ I got into the SUV and waited until he got to his seat.

              ‘Mr. Berkeley asked me to take you to his place.’

              My reaction was a little harsher than what I intended. ‘Joe, do I have to take a cab or would you take me home? I’m tired and I need to sleep.’ I regretted it immediately, Joe had always been nice to me, and I was being mean.

              ‘Yes ma’am.’

              I knew this was going to get him into trouble, but I didn’t want to see Dylan, I couldn’t figure out why, so I decided to think that I was angry at him. My phone had plenty of missed calls and texts, so I wrote back to calm him down.

             TIRED, GOING HOME, SEE YOU WHEN I SEE YOU.

              I ignored any further attempt. The next morning I left early before Joe came for me, I knew Berkeley would come with him and I was not up to seeing him. I did this three days in a row, leaving early, escaping through weird routes and leaving my phone on silent mode. This was immature, but I didn’t want to see him until I knew exactly what I was feeling.

              The fourth day, I came back from a business meeting. It was late, so I was just sending some emails before heading home. I was walking towards my office when John called me.

              ‘Kiddo, come here.’

              I entered his office and sitting there, Dylan Berkeley was staring at me.

              ‘Sugar, Berkeley is here to pick you up. So consider yourself dismissed for the evening. I don’t want to see you here, go and have fun.’ John moved his hand pointing the door for both of us.

              ‘Thank you, boss.’

              I smiled to John and walked as Mr. Bastard directed me with his hand on the small of my back to my office. Once the door was closed and I felt a little secure I got crazy.

              ‘What the fuck are you doing?’

              He came close to me and pushed me against the wall. ‘Watch your mouth Katherine! People can hear you. You are running again and I am not letting you. I don’t even know what I have done, so now you’re coming with me and you’re going to explain to me what’s happening.’