Behind The Scenes

103. Hero

I had been planning to marry her for a while, yeah, but I didn't want to tell her so soon. Of course we can't, not now; we're too busy with work and I know we'll be signing another contract soon to shoot After We Collided, the sequel. I have signed up for yet another film, The Silencing, and will also be busy with the Ferragamo campaign. This year is not really the time, and then I think it would be too soon; one year is the minimum so we can wait.
Earlier she was pissed at me for a stupid thing, but it'll be because she has to get her period, it's at this time of the month. What a observant boyfriend I am. Related to this, there is the very high sex drive. Isn't this also a symptom of menstruation? I think so, in fact you saw the way she wanted to get fucked on the wall and how she then fucked me on the floor. I think it was the best fuck of my life.

Tonight we are organized to go out for dinner, including Anna. She's a bit of a third wheel between me and Jo, but it wouldn't be fair to leave her alone after everything she does for us. She is the person with whom I vent my problems, with whom I confide the most and whom l makes me think about, she is practically my psychologist, my Landon to my Tessa. Christ, it sounds bad.
After exiting the bathroom, I went to my room with the towel tied around my waist and Jo scolded me for walking around the hotel half naked. It was funny the scene where she screamed at me and I kept walking my way casually.
Now that I'm dressed and smell of Ferragamo Fragrance, I'm going to see if Jo is ready, because it's getting late.
I knock on her door.
"A second!" she yells.
"It's late, hurry up!" I tell her, and after a few moments the door opens and I find her still with the towel on and the eyeliner on only one eye.
I snort. "Why are you taking so long?" I ask, closing the door behind me.
"Being a woman," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Now if you'd do me the favor, wait patiently for me," she says, pretending to leave with a little bow and goes back to the bathroom.
I laugh at her gesture and sit on the bed. In the meantime I decide to reply to my friends' messages on Snapchat group, I only use it for that.
After about ten minutes, Jo comes out of the bathroom only in her underwear and takes a dress from the small closet in the bedroom.
"Shit..." I say to myself, and I think she heard me too.
"What's the problem?" she asks smiling.
I wet my lips before answering her and she keeps looking at me with that smirk. "Aside from the fact that this black lace lingerie suit is crazy on you," I start saying and get up to join her. I put her hands on her shoulders and trace a path all the way down her buttocks. I squeeze them lightly and she giggles, I bring her closer to me. "And then..." I continue, "is this what you decided to wear?" I point to the dress she is holding. It is a short dress, which won't even reach a little above the knees, black, simple and with a not too wide neckline.
She frowns. "Yeah why?"
I smile, to reassure her that I have nothing against it. "Nothing, I can't wait to see it on you, so hurry up." I push her gently and giggle.
She dresses in front of me, but with her back to me.
"Stop staring at me and lift the zipper, please," she tells me, and I obey.
"Well, I'll help you lower it later if you want."
She turns to me and glares at me. "You are such a pervert!" I have to admit she is adorable when she says it, really.
I roll my eyes. "Look Who's Talking!" I make fun of her.
"Excuse me, what do you mean with that?" she says as she goes to put on some very high, shiny black heels.
I let out a laugh. "Right, you weren't the one who fucked me on the floor in the shower, or rather, who asked to be fucked against the wall," I say sarcastically, and she blushes. "You're right, it wasn't you, I was wrong," and I shrug.
She walks up to me and her heels sink slightly into the carpet. She grabs me by the sporty yet elegant jacket and on my lips she says, "No, this time you are right, it was me, yup. And it'll never be anyone else."
Wow. She got jealous of literally nothing, I like that. "Well then, I'm only yours."
She smiles and bites her lip, reaches out to kiss me and suddenly her cell phone rings. She snorts and goes to answer.
"Anna is down, we should go," she informs me after closing the call.
"Alright, let's go."
She puts a white jacket over her shoulders — which unfortunately covers her magnificent body —, she grabs her purse and we leave her room. I put my arm on her shoulder and we head for the lifts.
"You're stunning," I whisper in her ear looking at her reflection in the mirror.
She kisses me and tells me she loves me one last time before the lift doors open.
I'm damn lucky to have her.

Outfits:
Jo

Hero