The Woman Who Won His Heart

Paul Gabriel Black had just moved to Cania, for his new job as Events Director for Defence and Safety in Paire Amster Events. Leaving his girlfriend back home in Mirinthul, who refused his offer of joining him in Lightham and start a new life together, he was determined to persuade her to come and lay out all the reasons in the world that they'd both work out alright.

Scarlett Lee Ryder, researcher for Paire Amster Events had a principle in life: never get into a relationship with colleagues. She was doing just fine for three years with the company, until this new guy suddenly shows her interest.

Paul didn't want to lose his girlfriend, but it was out of his hand if she won't do anything to help their relationship. There are other women in Lightham anyway, and most Paire Amster female specie are obviously dropping hints of liking him, except for Scarlett Lee Ryder


11. TEN

He bent down and sucked her nipple then the other as he thrust gently. She's so tight and he was huge, and he's got to push in inch by inch into her warmness while she gasped. He was fully inside her at last and he moved in and out. Each movements, she would gasp and moan. Paul could feel her muscles contract sucking him in deeper and it drove him crazy.

"Oh Paul," she moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Paul's thrusts became faster, she held on to his shoulder her moan getting louder. "Oh Paul please don't stop,"

"No I won't baby," he answered thrusting even deeper and she screamed as they both reached orgasm. "That was wonderful," he looked down at her as she panted her eyes dreamy. "Did you like it Lee?"


Paul bolted upright. He was sweating, and got a hard on! He checked the time on his phone, it was five in the morning. Dammit what was that dream all about?! All his life he had never had a dream as vivid and as real like he just had. He actually felt himself inside Lee! And why the fuck was he having wet dreams about Lee, when he never even dreamed about sex while he was still with Jewel! Paul looked down at his hard on and decided to get a cold shower. He stripped off his clothes, went to the bathroom, turned on the blue knob and cold water came running down on him. He shivered and at last his once rigid tool went limp. 

After his shower, he put on his jogging pants, a white shirt and his running shorts. He brought his mini music player, turned on the volume to higher notch and went out for a jog. He needed to clear his head from that dream. It was acceptable to have a hard on at the beach when the two of them were in each other's arms, but it's way too much to dream of having sex with Lee! She's a nice friend and he have no intention of tainting that friendship they have. He needs to remove that lusting he's having for her, it's not right its very inappropriate.

Four kilometers in an hour, Lee stopped by the coffee shop where he and Lee hanged out last night. A sweat broke from his temple and he wiped it with the side of his shoulder then went in and bought a black coffee. He sat back outside inhaling the strong caffeine. Jewel called him last night for the second time. She wanted to see him and talk to him, patch things out and make a new relationship work. But Paul declined. His feelings for her had totally washed off and he's looking forward to a new relationship, who it may be he doesn't know as long as it wasn't getting back with Jewel.

Tomorrow will be a problem, for sure he's going to bump into Jewel. If the situation can be avoided tomorrow then he's going to avoid her, if not he's got to face her. After thirty minutes, Paul went back to his hotel room to take a bath and change. He put on a black jeans and a blue shirt, wearing only his flip flops he knocked on Lee's room, six doors ahead of his.

Minutes later the door opened. Lee was talking to someone on the phone. She wore a tattered shorts mid thigh, and a thin black shirt, her hair wet suggesting she just had a bath. She was wearing a black sneakers and Paul liked the sight of her. He watched as she walked ahead of him after closing her door. Lee is a curvy girl, not tall and not too short either. She isn't blessed with a huge breast just like Jewel, but surely her breasts a wonderful sight to see especially when she wears bikini's. Her hips, formed that of a fully grown woman, wide curves then narrowing to her waist. Paul wondered what color her underwear was, and just thinking about that gave him a hard on.

"Dammit!" he muttered and reached down his penis to let it rest an inch just below his navel and the waistband of his boxer shorts and pants. His body is giving him signals unnecessary for Lee!

The two of them went in the elevator, Lee was still on the phone, and he was just feeling uneasy with his hard on.

Lee laughed. "Sure I'll see you soon Jared. Later." Turning to Paul she greeted. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he greeted back and smiled. "Where are we having breakfast?"

"Just down the hotel restaurant," she answered. "I saw you went for an early jog. You look bothered. Is everything okay?"

"I usually jog early in the morning. Other than that I'm fine." True he jogged every morning. Of course he's not telling her that he's troubled because he dreamed of having sex with her! Maybe he'd get slapped if she knows. 

"You're one fit man," 

They stepped out of the elevator and went to the restaurant. Ethan and Kassidy joined them minutes later. The girls went to get their food first, while he and Ethan stayed to watch their table in case someone tries to sit on there.

"Hey," Paul began, but stopped. Maybe telling Ethan about his dream is a bad idea. But then, Ethan was the one who told him that he probably liked Lee.

"Yeah what is it?" Ethan asked looking at him.

"Have you tried dreaming of someone you know?" he sounded dumb asking the question.

"A few." Ethan answered honestly. "Been dreaming of someone lately?"

Paul nodded his head. 

"What was the dream all about? Who was in the dream?"

Paul hesitated.

"Come on Paul, I can keep a secret." Ethan smiled at him.

"Your director and I having sex." he spilled it out.

"Oh!" Ethan said a little too loudly. 

Paul gave him a warning look. "That is between you and me Ethan. No one has to know about it."

"I told you you like her. You just won't listen, you keep convincing yourself that you aren't attracted to her at all."

He gave Ethan a confused look. "I honestly am not aware that I am attracted to her Ethan. I don't feel anything for Lee more than friends at the same time I don't understand why you see me as attracted to her when I''m sure I'm not."

"Your conscious mind doesn't tell you that, but your sub conscious is active." Ethan explained. "The reason why you dreamed about having sex with Lee is because your subconscious mind says so. It knows you like her."

"It's very confusing," Paul said honestly.

"That feelings will come out when you see Lee dating someone else."


Ethan nodded his head.

"We'll have to see about that."


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It was impossible for him not to observe the way he acted around Lee and the way he treated her. Nothing changed at all, except that he was more aware now of they way the leaned against each other while watching people, or the way he placed his arms around her shoulders when they were walking, the way she threw her arms around his waist when she finally caught him in some random chase. He was now aware that he watches her all the time, whenever she reads a message on her mobile, or when she talks to someone over the phone. He watches her while she talks to Kassidy and giggle over their conversation, or when she laughs boisterously to the jokes he and Ethan exchange. But none of that had suggest that he's feeling something above friendship for Lee. Maybe there wasn't anything after all.

Glassbarrow Stock Cars Show is a four days event, located at the Glassbarrow International Hotels. So Paul, Lee, Ethan and Kassidy has got to move to their hotel rooms in Glassbarrow hotel that had been booked for them by the company. Concerts department, in charge for the event, were busy already busy when Paul came down to the venue early Monday morning. There was a huge platform that stretched at the beach front of GIH (Glassbarrow International Hotel), covered with a huge air-conditioned exhibition tent. Inside the tent were shell scheme booths for the exhibitors. The exhibitors compose of international car brands, car dealers, car parts and accessories, sponsors, media partners, and hotel partners.

Paul and the Maritime team's assignment was to assist Ian and Ops Director Han's Jacobs. Research team were assigned to help  Marketing Director Asher Young, so Paul didn't have the chance to work with Lee. Each one in operations and marketing got their own walkie talkies to make communication easier. Paul and Nathan Walton, Director for Maritime Events worked together at the Glassbarrow race track five minutes walk away from the hotel. They were both in charged for the entry of the stock cars display.

"We're going to need more people here." Paul said.

Nathan nodded his head. "I know. Ian must have amnesia, there were ten people assigned here at the race track every event. I don't know why it's only the two of us now. Let me call him."

Paul, went to the vehicle entrance to assist the security who was arguing with an exhibitor. "Hello, gentlemen. May I help you?"

"Your security here don't want me to come inside to park my car," a short guy, five feet tall with curly hair and long lashes complained.

The security, a blonde man with a braided beard spoke. "He doesn't have the exhibitor badge and the exhibitor wristband. It is stated in the contract that all exhibitors should wear their badges and their wristbands every time they come in and out of the venue."

"I'm afraid he's right sir," Paul said to the short guy. "Do you have your badge and wristband with you?"

"No! It's with our secretary! She's at the tent right now and I don't have time to go there what if someone takes my place, instead of me parking first I'll get to be at the end?!" The exhibitor shouted angrily.

"Sir, I do not wish to inconvenience you," Paul said in a respectful voice, he actually wanted to punch the asshole. "But those are the rules, it is written in your signed contract."

"What is going on here?" Nathan came.

The exhibitor someone shrunk when he saw the three men towering over him. But that didn't stop him from trying to make his way into the race track. "I need to get in there to park my car at the front line."

"Sir," Nathan began. "In your contract, it is written that the parking of your cars will be based on the exhibitor booth number. What number is your booth sir?"

"501," the guy answered.

Nathan shook his head. "Then I'm afraid that you will be in row five. But don't worry no one's gonna park on your slot since the ground is painted with your exhibitor booth number. I would also suggest that you take your exhibitor badge and wrist band from whoever has it now so we won't have trouble dealing with you later and to make the flow easier. Now if you could please move aside your car so the rest who's got their badges and wristbands can come in."

The guy muttered something, Paul and Nathan exchanged looks and grinned.

"Thanks guys," the security guard told them. 

"Anytime buddy," Paul answered and the security went back to his post.

"Ian is sending Ethan, Benjamin and Alex here." Nathan told him. 

"We need them."

Ten minutes later, the three guys arrived at the race track. People poured in, shiny cars with petrol, accessories, and car brands stickers parked in the middle area of the race track. The day suddenly was busy. Paul and the rest of the guys had to run to and fro to assist exhibitors, help visitors, check some electricity problem and other stuffs. Lee visited the race track, she was actually headed to the ticket booth, where the ticketing people needed more tickets. Paul approached her, she was wearing a black skinny jeans, a black shirt, black sneakers and black cap, her hair kept under the cap. She smiled when she saw him.

"Black is the color of the day," Paul said as he was wearing black as well.

Lee nodded her head. "Yeah. Where are you headed?"

"Just going rounds from ticket booth one then to two," Paul answered. "What about you where are you headed?"

"Towards the second booth, they need more tickets and wristbands," she answered.

"Come on, I'll drive you there," 

The two of them hopped into the black buggy, Paul started the engine and he drove off. 

"How do you find the event?" she asked.

"It's cool! I actually am enjoying aside from those exhibitors who are a pain in the ass." answered Paul.

She nodded her head. "It's fun and exhausting. Imagine four days work, three nights concert! Drinks are free tonight, sponsored by GIH."

"Wow! I'm gonna need to drink so I can sleep right away tonight."

"Aren't you gonna watch the concert? Rapid Holiday and Beta Nerd is playing tonight,"

That caught his attention. He parked the buggy outside the ticket booth. "Wow, some punk band you have! I love their songs."

"I know. So are you watching?"

"Are you?"

"Of course!" she answered with a smile.

"Then I'm watching too."

"Cool! Let me just drop these tickets and wristbands," 

Paul watched as Lee went inside the ticket booth. The line was getting longer, and looks like they need more tickets and wrist bands. Paul had worked only for Defense events and it was nothing like this. In defense, the atmosphere is rigid, the people are always alert, there's a sense of presence, men are either dressed in suite or army uniforms. It was fun because he gets to see all hi-tech ammunition, battle tanks, helicopters, submarines, battle ships, air craft carriers and UAV's. He enjoyed it though and he's very good at defense events. But this stock car show, is tiring yet exhilarating. He love the atmosphere, where families come in to watch the race, people complaining about how the line never moved, exhibitors trying to push their way into getting the first parking at the front row. 

Lee came out and frowned at him. 

"Something wrong?" he asked as they rode back on the buggy.

"They need more tickets and wrist bands, I need to go back to the organizers office then come back again."

"I'll drive you there and back."

She shook her head. "Don't leave you post, Ian won't like it at all."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Just drive me to booth one. I can walk to the office. I'll need a ride when I come back though,"

"You got that,"







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