Chapter Five

Friday nights were the busiest, but most lively nights in Malibu.

The restaurants were filled with couples. Tuxedos and gowns, young and old mostly the elites.

Catalina sighed watching a young couple kiss in the corner of the restaurant. They had been staring at each other for quite sometime, stealing glances as they ate. She watched the man hold the woman's head in place, while he kissed her passionately. She sighed again. When was the last Brandon actually kissed her?

She checked her expensive wristwatch, it was almost nine in the evening and Brandon was nowhere in sight. She heaved another sigh, patting her dress dejectedly. She had requested this dress from her designers after one of her inspections in the boutique downtown.

She was fashionably and sexily dressed in a blue crystallized corset high slight dress that accentuated her small waist and wide hips, while drawing attention to her full breasts. Her blue manicured feet were reposed in high fashion Louboutin stilettos.

A simple but radiantly expensive diamond ring rested on her ring finger, complimenting her wedding band. The diamond necklace that rested just above the soft swell of her breasts matched her ring and the double bracelet that embellished her right wrist.

She was dressed to to be admired, and she did get the admirations. But, it wasn't from the man she'd spent the whole day envisaging his reaction to her well planned date attire.

She caught several appreciative gazes her way. The men were not afraid of ogling her, some drooled visibly, undressing her severally with their leeching scrutiny. She relaxed in her seat allowing them fantasize. She was never ashamed of her perfect body. And, the women threw envious glances her way. Why wouldn't they? They knew her, and she was painted Los Angeles most luckiest woman.

She sighed at the absurdity of that title. She hated it.

The media had made the world to believe she was happy and loved. Whereas, she was a sad woman in the sham of marriage. She closed her eyes willing back the tears as she remembered how Lisa and Maya her friends had cooed over the diamond set she was wearing.

Brandon had missed the grand opening of her company, Catalina's Couture in Ohio. He had promised to be there, giving her his word. He assured her, and even if the major part of her knew he would disappoint as always, there was this tiniest part of her that hoped he would surprise her.

She had gone for her event, and waited for him, but he didn't show up. She had done her speech alone, cut the ribbons and cakes alone and had tried to keep up her cheerful façade. He didn't even call her that night or the next day.

He only came back home when she returned to LA, with apologies upon apologies. He gifted her a Rolls Royce Sweptail and a diamond set for pacification. She had grudgingly accepted, and when she had tried to seduce him– make up sex was the pacification she wanted, he had literally bolted.

He claimed he had work to do. He would not even touch her, or kiss her properly. She was his wife for heaven's sake! Not his inanimate property. She wanted him to love her body! Was that too much of a wife to ask of her husband?

"You should be glad he buys you these stuff, sends your money without even asking. Get the sex from somewhere else. Balance it, babe" Lisa had said.

"Yeah" Maya concurred. "If Killian could just give me money and gifts, and not fuck me every minute of the day like I was some hooker, I'd be glad" She added.

How she wished to trade places with her. She wanted to be fucked like a hooker. She wanted quality sex, and Brandon wasn't giving her even the least sex. She wanted her husband to make her feel wanted, loved, appreciated and all woman.

He would not even give her children. She bit her lips. She always wanted children. She had told him when they were dating. They agreed on the number when he engaged her. He made love to her severally, he was good. When they were dating, he was doting and almost insatiable.

But few months into their marriage, and he became too busy for her. Too busy to love her. Too busy to need her. She became his wife in the name only. For appearances. But inside, they were total strangers.

What would she not give to trade places? She was successful in her business. She was a couple millions away from becoming a billionaire. Nothing a few more years of hard work and persistence can't change. She was filthily rich.

Her husband's money was just complimenting the millions she was making. She sighed, turning from her troubled thoughts. This time she caught the image of the large clock in the prestigious Royal Dome Restaurant, the restaurant for elites.

9:35pm. She sighed, gesturing for the waiter. Her bodyguard who stood few metres away from her saw her movement, making fluidly to her side he pulled back her seat as she stood up in a synchronous manner it looked planned.

She whispered her thanks, dropped few dollar bills on the table, grabbed her phone and purse then pussyfooted out of the restaurant amidst the leeching, leering and envious glances.

The moment she was in the safety of her car, she instructed the driver to take her home. She rested her head on the side window of the passenger's seat. Her surveillance on the busy streets. She saw a young couple kiss on the streets as people cheered them. Her eyes turned misty, she turned from the window.

Her phone chimed twice making her lift the device from the seat. A message from her husband and another from Lisa. She clicked on her husband's, the tears dropping on her cheeks as she read his cold words.

'Hey, sorry I can't make it tonight. Leaving to Amsterdam for business. Take care of yourself'

She sobbed, berating herself for making the mistake of marrying him. Why didn't she see all these sides of him when they were dating?

He was definitely seeing someone else. There was no way a man as virile as Brandon could stay that long without sex. He was definitely cheating on her. He was getting his sugar else where, and he had left her bitter and dry. He was playing games with her.

But two can play this game, Brandon.

She picked her phone, dialling a number. The receiver picked almost immediately.

"Baby" His husky voice called fondly, she cringed at the name, she didn't even like his personality, just what he was good at giving. "I've been expecting your call. I've missed you" He proceeded

"Prescott Hotel, Room 109 in 30" She stated

"At your service, your Highness" He said amusedly. She hung up. Pressing the button beside her, the barricade between herself and the drivers rolled down. The passenger seat guy turned to her.

"Ma'am?" He questioned.

"Change of plans. Prescott Hotel" She instructed

"Yes ma'am"

*******************

Catalina threw her head back in delectability as the adroit tongue of the man between her legs sent her to places she had not been to for sometime now. She moaned as he licked her folds, his tongue circling her erect clitoris. She wound her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding on his face.

"Fuck!" She moaned when he began making little tongue jabs in her sex. She writhed in pleasure, widening her legs, giving him more room to eat her out.

Her blue gown rode upward, her blue thong was discarded unceremoniously, flung to the other side of the room. Her breast hung out of the dress, her nipples swollen from incessant sucking and biting.

She squirmed as he lapped her juices, then when he made to fix a finger inside her, she stopped him. "No fingers" she commanded huskily. The man nodded, then proceeded to lick and suck.

It has been over a month since someone pleased her like this. Brandon was barely touching her, and didn't have qualms with her buying and using vibrators and dildos of several sizes.

He had walked in on her severally, naked as a newborn, dildo pumping in and out of her and appeared unaffected. Not aroused in the least. He wasn't moved by her naked body, yet he claimed to love her.

She remembered how he had unconsciously embarrassed her severally, when she made the move on him. It was one of those rare nights they spent together, and she was so horny it hurt.

She turned to her husband, slipped her hands into his pants and began stroking him slowly. He woke up almost immediately, pulling her hands out of his pants, he placed a kiss on her lips then turned to the other side of the bed.

A bit embarrassed, but desperately in need of her husband, she snuggled closer. Running her hands up and down his washboard abs, then moved purposefully to his member, stroked them again.

"Babe, I can't" he protested

"Yes, you can . I am your wife and I want you now" She had said huskily, biting his ear fondly, rubbing against him, kissing him, doing anything to arouse him.

He didn't even budge. It was as though he was made neutral to her touch. Even when he turned to her, fondling her breast, sucking it clearly uninterested in touching her, but doing it anyways cause he wanted to go back to bed. She took it anyways, dragging his hands to her mold.

"Touch me here, put your fingers inside" she begged, as he went totally numb. He retrieved his hands immediately.

"I'm sorry. I can't" he said getting off the bed.

"You can't what? Make love to me?" She questioned, choking on her tears.

"Cat, I'm sorry" He apologized, unable to meet her gaze. She was beyond distraught. She felt ugly, unwanted and forsaken.

"You could use your dildo or vibrator, I'll be in the other room" he said at the door, leaving her in darkness of her stinging nipples and deprived sex.

She couldn't sleep with that rejection, her body needed to be satiated, and she had used the vibrator. Weeping as she came, regretting ever marrying him. She had gotten a lover the next week, then another the week after.

They didn't do. She wanted her husband, but he could not, would not have sex with her. So she got her pleasures outside. She fucked whoever attracted her, then paid them off, and somehow she barely saw them again.

And while she was guilty about getting her satisfaction elsewhere, he was busy with another, not even concerned of her feelings. Why then should she worry about having same pleasure outside.

"You want me to fuck your sweet pussy?" The man's voice broke her out of her reverie. He placed his member at her entrance, rubbing and teasing her clit with it.

She moaned, biting her lips "Don't you dare tease me, or I'll reduce your pay" She warned between gulps of breath.

"As you wish my Lady" he smirked then plunged into her body without warning. Catalina gasped, clenching her walls around him, he groaned, grabbing her breast. He squeezed, moving in and out her with practiced control.

"Let loose, fuck me harder" She commanded, and just like an unleashed dog, he let loose. He pounded in and out her until she got to her release.

*************

Catalina grabbed a cigar case from her purse, she pulled out a stick, placing it on her lips. Her companion passed her a lighter. She lit the bottom, drawing out the smoke, she exhaled.

The smell of nicotine wafted into the sex scenting room. Catalina sighed, cigarettes had this calming effect on her, and a good fuck with cigarettes was just the perfect blend. A medicine for her heart break.

She opened her purse, pulling out a bundle of dollar notes. She counted them. "Here" she stretched to the man who just finished zipping his pants. He smiled, collecting the cash. He made to count, wetting his fingertips.

"That's a thousand dollars. Double of your pay" She said calmly amidst the smoke. The man's eyes widened, counting the fresh mints between his fingers.

"Thank you, very much ma'am" He grinned, flashing his white teeth. He shoved the cash into his pants pockets. She waved him.

"I would not be needing your services anymore" She told him. The man appeared shocked at her announcement.

"I...I'm sorry. I thought... I thought you liked the sex?" He uttered in confusion.

"You're good. But, I'm done with you" She said still composed. The man's face fell even more. He looked defeated.

"Is there some way you wanted to be pleased? I could be better" the man pleaded.

"Like I said, you're good. This was temporal. Now your work is done, and I am relieving you of your services" She got to her feet, placing the half cigarette in the ashtray, she grabbed her purse and phone.

"It was nice going business with you" she said in a sarcastic tone, then traipsed out of the room. Leaving the distraught man whose puppy eyed gaze remained locked on her sexy back.

It was the drill. She never kept a lover for more than a month. They were just there for the duration of her sex contract with them. The moment it was over, she didn't hesitate to break it off.

No matter how much they tried to please her, she never wavered. She tried never to get attached to anyone, and they all treated her like a queen. They all pleased, did it the way she wanted and how she wanted it. They never manhandled her.

She didn't remember most of their names, the last one inclusive. She was only there to be pleasured, and just after she had paid them for a pleasurable moment, she left them.

She sighed getting into her waiting car. She was dutifully fucked and eased. Now, what she needed was a long soak with scented and body salts and oils.