Tonight, Zola had a huge charity event. She didn’t use her makeup team. She did her hair and everything herself, commenting on how she enjoyed the silence. And she looked even more beautiful.
For the event, I’d taken every possible precaution. Earlier, I called in more men to watch Zola tonight and found the blueprints to the charity’s location. The rest of the morning I studied them, noting the exits and risky openings. Meridian and Stark ran the names of the charity event’s staff as well as the guests. It had been a harrowing job, taking them several hours to complete.
I gave the driver a break tonight. No one needed to know where we were, not even the staff. For the event, we would show up for a few minutes. Enough time for Zola to take the required pictures on the red carpet and give an award to the host. Once done, we would return, and I would have her safe in our secret hotel location.
I sped down the road. “Are you nervous?”
“A little, but I know you’ll protect me.”
“Don’t worry about anything. As soon as you feel strange or get scared, let me know and we’ll be out of there.”
“Thank you for being here, Hunter.”
“How could I not be here for you? You’re my everything.”
She placed her hand on my thighs. It was warm and soft. I moved my hand from the steering wheel and placed it on top of hers.
New York City lights sped by the windows.
When we hit a red light, I stopped the car and looked at her. “You’re gorgeous as usual this evening.”
She wore a gown that truly defined artisanal craftsmanship and textile manipulation. Jade green, the designer had to be inspired by little mermaid. It fit closely to her body, hugging that lush ass and curvy hips. The gown hit her knees, fishtailed, and flared to the floor. She’d straightened her hair and set it in beautiful waves, giving her an old Hollywood look.
Even Ariel would be jealous, if she saw Zola tonight.
The rise and fall of her breasts drove me crazy. Her scent filled the car, and like the gown there was nothing subtle about it. Tonight, she smelled of warm, sensual sex. Like the damn gown, her fragrance had been fucking with my head the whole drive.
I was utterly enchanted with her and sighed in aggravation.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t know if that gown is going to make it by the end of the night.” I gripped the steering wheel hard. “Already, I’m close to tearing it off.”
She giggled. “You better not.”
The light turned green.
“I probably will.” I sped off.
Giggling, she licked her lips. A beautiful red was painted on them, and I couldn’t wait to ruin that lipstick this evening, have it smeared all over my cock.
“I’m serious.”
Her hand was still on my lap.
I moved my hand from the steering wheel, picked up hers, and placed that warm palm on my hard cock.
“My poor baby.” She gripped the meaty length.
I grunted and thrust my crotch up. “Are you sure you have to go to this event tonight?”
“Yes. For once, it’s for a good cause.”
“Not healthy cigarettes this time nor a gyrating-no-talent rapper?”
“No. It’s a celebrity fundraiser for L.O.V.E. It stands for Let Our Voices Emerge. This organization is spread all over the world. They take care of traditionally unprotected groups like the poor, elderly, children, animals, struggling parents, LGBTQ rights.” Pure excitement blazed in her eyes. “They try to help everyone. I’ve been watching them for several years now, hoping to at least mirror their work with my own organization or even…unite with them.”
“I didn’t know you wanted to start a nonprofit.”
“Yeah. I’ve always loved public service and research on those matters.” Still rubbing my cock, she turned and looked out of the window as if not wanting me to see her face as she confessed a hard truth. “I should’ve stayed dedicated to just finding a job in a field that I loved. But I wasn’t willing to sacrifice. I kept looking at the money instead. I worried about how I would pay my bills and take care of myself.”
“You could’ve asked me for money. You know I would always take care of you.”
She turned back to me. “I know, but I wanted to do it myself.”
“And now?”
“Now, this stalker has made me rethink all of my life choices.”
“Your life choices didn’t cause him to stalk you.”
“True, but…the stalking made me really look at what made me happy. And I found out that I don’t get any joy from modeling, not like the others who do it. I can tell a lot of my friends have been dreaming about photoshoots and ads and…this whole life. This is many people’s passion. It’s not mine. And I don’t like the things I’m selling. I don’t like who I am by being involved in this illusion.”