Let's take off
**Sarah**
The noise outside was deafening, but I understood Kael's gesture indicating that he would explain later. He handed me a large headphone, placing another on himself, providing auditory relief.
“May I take off, Mr. Graham?” the pilot asked, his voice coming through clearly in my ears thanks to the headphones.
“Yes, we can go.” Kael gave the authorization, and soon we were gaining altitude.
I had flown in a helicopter a few times before, but always in the company of my father, who used this mode of transportation for his meetings in the outskirts of the city. This memory brought a touch of melancholy.
Kael noticed my change in mood, and he gently held my chin, lifting it so that our gazes met, assessing me tenderly.
“What's wrong?” He asked. “I thought you'd enjoy getting out of the apartment.”
“I did, yes!” I hurriedly spoke. “Helicopter rides are my favorite.”
“I know.” Kael confessed with a smile, and I felt myself melting inside.
Kael is a handsome man, but he often has a stern expression. So, when he smiled, his entire face seemed to light up, making him even more attractive. In the face of his good mood, I chose not to dwell on sad things and changed the subject.
“Where are we going?” I persisted with the previous question. “You haven't told me yet.”
“We're going to Vashon.”
I wasn't sure if it was a mere coincidence, but Vashon was one of the places I adored the most. The atmosphere on the island had a captivating charm, and I often suggested to Rachel that we spend our weekends there. I enjoyed the local cuisine, even though I wasn't a big wine enthusiast.
Vashon's wineries were renowned and attracted numerous visitors. Sometimes, I managed to persuade Rachel to join me, and my memories of the city were precious. However, Rachel preferred more distant destinations, and most of the time, we were in Europe. Unless it was possible to cross the Atlantic, the minimum acceptable for her was a trip to New York.
“You got thoughtful all of a sudden.” Kael spoke, still holding my chin.
I nodded as if I could push away the sadness that flooded me as I recalled my family and the profound changes that had marked my life in recent months.
“I'm thinking about my family.” I opted for honesty.
“Don't think.” His statement sounded almost like an order.
Before I could inquire about his words, he kissed me once more, with even more passion than before. His arms enveloped me, gently holding my neck and hair. My hair was freshly combed, flowing freely, and I didn't mind his hands among the strands, shaping my head into the position he desired.
We continued kissing for an extended period, exploring each moment as if it were the last. My hands found his neck and chest, feeling the firmness of the muscles beneath the white shirt under the beige blazer. A small moan escaped my lips as he bit them with an assertive touch. An uncontrollable heat grew between my legs, and suddenly, I pulled away from him.
I gave him a playfully reproachful look, but I chose silence, aware that everyone was wearing headphones, and the pilot might pick up our voices.
“It's alright.” Kael said, seeming like a sulking boy whose toy had been taken away.
I smiled at this thought but didn't comment.
The fact is, if we had continued that kiss, my panties would soon be unusable from being so wet, and we still had a dinner to attend that night. I looked at Kael with the smile still on my lips and noticed the enormous bulge that had formed in his pants, and my smile widened.
“Don't laugh!” He complained, putting his hand over it as if to hide it, and that only made me laugh even more.
He grabbed me again, serious, and the way he held me tightly by the neck immediately made me tense and excited, which was quite surprising given how quickly it happened.
“Let's see who will be laughing later, shall we?” Kael spoke, and it sounded like a delicious threat.
**Kael**
Sarah doesn't know it, but I know her deeply. Although my only interest was Rachel, I needed to confirm if the "good girl" sister was like the other one, so I included both sisters in my investigations.
However, these pieces of information allowed me to prepare a surprise for Sarah: taking her on a helicopter ride to Vashon. I knew these were two things she would genuinely enjoy.
I knew that Sarah wasn't the right woman for me and that it was best to distance myself from her. However, I wanted our last encounter to be special.
“We've arrived.” I said as the helicopter touched down on the grass.
Sarah smiled, radiating genuine happiness to be there, and I felt tremendous satisfaction in providing her with this moment.
We savored a delightful dinner at the restaurant I had chosen for the evening, engaging in light conversations as we used to do between the sheets after our passionate encounters.
While Sarah enjoyed her dessert and I took another sip of the excellent wine I had selected, I noticed a trace of shyness in her behavior, evoking memories of our first meeting. At that time, I mistakenly believed her apparent innocence was just another layer of Rachel's mask.
I made a mistake in not realizing from the beginning that Sarah was unique, with her always perceptive gaze and genuine demeanor. Even when Rachel tried to appear humble, she couldn't hide her true essence.
A sense of concern crept in as I thought about how Sarah might be influenced by her sister and Rachel's potential manipulations of her interests.
However, it would be wiser to set aside these unpleasant thoughts and focus on the present. The truth is, Sarah is not my responsibility, and I shouldn't distress myself over what might happen to her once she's no longer under my protection.
“What would you like to do now?” I asked as she placed her utensils beside the small dessert plate.
“I think we should head back to the apartment.” She replied, her cheeks looking like they were on fire, so red.
I smiled, deducing what thoughts must be running through her mind at that moment, leaving her in that state.
“I think that's a wonderful suggestion.” I agreed, pleased that she wanted to be alone with me.
Without further delay, we were back in the helicopter, chatting amiably.
“I believe it was Ryan who arranged all the details for this trip,” Sarah commented, using an affectionate tone when talking about my assistant.
“Despite being quite impertinent, Ryan manages to do his job well too.”
Even though I didn't believe there could be anything beyond friendship between Ryan and Sarah, the way she referred to my assistant always left me with a discomfort in my chest, and I couldn't quite control the irony in my words.
“Ryan is wonderful,” Sarah said, making me clench my jaw at that sentiment-filled statement. “He's been a great friend.”
"Great friend, huh!" I thought with irritation and was about to make an unpleasant remark, but I managed to hold back what I was certain was just jealousy and simply looked out the window, pretending to be interested in the landscape that stretched around us.
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