When I get out of the shower and enter the room, I notice two overnight bags sitting on the bed. I look around for Ronan and even though I can’t see him, I can hear him.
“Yes, sugar.” He groans from his walk-in closet.
Holding the towel loosely around me, I walk to the closet and see him gather a few things in his hands. The pile of clothes is running over a bit which explains why he sounds so strained. I watch as he grabs some casual wear and one fancy outfit before coming back into the room. I can’t help but wonder if something has come up and he needs to leave. I only got to spend one night with him and we didn’t even have sex so this would be a real bummer that one of the few times I get three days off, he has to leave. Spending two days at home by myself would be boring as hell. Maybe I should get a dog or something to keep me company.
Ronan sets the clothes in one overnight bag and when he’s finally ready to acknowledge me, he smiles.
“Hmm, don’t you look lovely as ever.”
“I don’t think a girl who is naked under a towel wants to described as lovely. I think sexy and tempting would be the right terms to use.” I smirk.
“You’re absolutely right little goddess, but still, you look lovely. I like when your hair is wet and wavy. “
I hate my hair when it’s too wave. I flat iron it when I can or put it up. Most times I just try to blow it out so it can look decent from work. The only real reason I don’t like my hair is that it makes me look like my mom and I don’t want to think about her everytime I look in the mirror. However, if Ronan likes my hair the way it’s grown out of my head then I will wear it that way. Heck, he’s paying me for it. I’m really starting to embrace this money thing.
“So, where are you off to?” I lean against the wall, ready for him to tell me that he’s going on some business trip and that I have to go home. I wonder if he pays me for the days even if he cancels….hmm.
Ronan looks over at me and smirks.
“We, my dear, are going away for two days.”
My eyes immediately widen and I walk over to him.
“Where are we going?”
“To my cabin in the mountains.”
I’ve never stayed in a cabin so on the inside, I’m totally freaking out. However, I have to remain chill on the outside.
“Oh, that should be fun. When do we leave?”
“In an hour so I suppose you should get dressed. Or not dressed. I’m enjoying the view actually.”
When he says that, I laugh and open my towel, letting him see my semi-wet naked body. When his eyes roam over me, I notice that they darken a bit. He zips his overnight bag forcefully before striding over to me. Ronan yanks the towel off my body before dropping it to the floor and sliding his large warm hands over my hips. My gaze travels up until my eyes meet his.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
“I can’t wait to sink into you.” His hands slide over my backside, gripping hard, pulling me against his body.
On my tummy, I feel his bulge making an appearance and I could honestly drop to my knees and sucks him dry…..so I do just that. I spontaneously fall to my knees, surprising the hell out of Ronan. Slowly, I undo his belt and pants before reaching in to find my prize. When I do, I suck him more passionately than I ever have with any other guy.
When Ronan is drained, he goes to the bathroom to freshen up and I start gathering my things into the overnight bag he sat out for me. It’s a lot bigger than mine and to my surprise, it already has some clothes in it. I examine them a little without taking them out and see a dress, shoes, and some swimsuits. When did he get all of this? Knowing Ronan, he probably had it delivered after he made the decision about going to his cabin.
After packing and finally getting dressed in a pair of black leggings, oversized off the shoulder sweater and boots, Ronan has his driver pack us up to head to the where ever we’re flying from. Ronan says he owns his own jet so that he doesn’t have to fret about buying plane tickets and flight times. Understandable. He also says that he’s can have sex on it which is also understandable since that’s illegal in every commercial airline.
On the way there, I play on my phone, checking social media and such. I don’t really post anything, but I like to be nosy and see what everyone else is up to. On a good day, I may repost some cute puppy videos or bartender videos with new drink ideas I can use at work. Other than that, I’m just nosy.
As I’m scrolling down my timeline, I see a few posts from Blaire. Nothing specific, but they aren’t exactly happy posts. A few sad faces almost make me feel bad for her, but I don’t. Whatever she is going through, she brought it on herself. I do miss her a little though.
Bringing me out of my developing funk, Ronan puts his hand on my knee.
“What are you thinking about, Sweetie?”
“Nothing much. Just ready to see this cabin of yours and to relax. I obviously don’t get to do a lot of that.”
“If it were up to me, you wouldn’t have to work.”
“Sugar babies are the type of women who don’t want to work hard. They don’t like clocking in and out. The ones who had jobs hated them and quit as soon as they got in the lifestyle. Most sugar daddies don’t want their babies working. We daddies want to take care of you.”
“I understand, but I didn’t plan for this. It fell into my lap. I work my ass off every day for what I have and yes, you’ve helped out more than ever, but I can’t see myself just quitting my job to depend on you. This isn’t permanent. It could all end tomorrow.” I frown and Ronan nods, softly.
“I must admit, you are a lot smarter than most of the sugar babies I meet. I mean they’ve gone to college, but lack the kind of knowledge and work ethic that you have. You’d intimidate most sugar daddies.”
“Because you don’t need them.”
“Do I intimidate you?”
Ronan shakes his head and wraps one arm around me, pulling me closer.
“Not at all, sweetie. If anything, I admire you. Not even I had the drive you have at your age. I was spoiled. It took some time to really realize what struggle meant. Yeah, I had money, but I was reckless with it. Started throwing it away. Almost had it all ripped from me until I started thinking the way you do.”
I watch his face sadden a bit as he thinks about a harder time.
“It’s made you very humble,” I comment and the corner of his mouth twitches.
“Thank you. babydoll.” He mumbles, kissing my forehead.
For the rest of the drive, we make some small talk about little things, stopping in between to kiss each other, get handsy, and make sex eyes.
When we arrive at the port, my sex eyes turn to wide eyes when I see his private jet.
Holy Moly, I’m one lucky ass girl.