Chapter 8
The flight for New York was rather boring for Martin. Catherine fell asleep or at least she pretended to, and he was left to his thoughts. The memories from last night and this morning were still fresh in his mind. After the first passion was consumed they had been calmed for a while. Until it returned. He remembered her scent, her taste, her skin. Sam's skin. He had called her 'Sam' the entire night. But when the morning comes…
flashback
Martin woke up with the feeling of full happiness. He touched her side of the bed to pull her closer and then he realized that she was not there. He sat in the bed looking for her. She was putting her clothes on.
"Sam, what you are doing?" he asked.
"I should go!"
"Why?" he lifted his eyebrows. "We still have time."
"I need to go home to get ready for work." She insisted. "And I don't know Sam. My name is Sofia."
She almost ran away from the room. Ran away from him.
end of flashback
Martin tried to call her a little later but she didn't answer. When he tried to find her at work her co-workers told him she was sick. The only thing he could do was to just catch his plane and go away. And he did it. But it was really hard for him. How this woman could be so much like Sam and to insist she isn't? Martin couldn't understand it. And he didn't know what to do.
Catherine woke up. She couldn't understand where she was at first but it passed quickly. Martin was confused about her treatment of him today. She was cold like ice. He wondered if this was because of the night they spend together or for something else. But if it was for that reason why hadn't her behavior changed before today? God, why didn't anybody write a book about what happened in the women's mind?
"Are you okay?" Martin asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The silence was awkward. It passed a few minutes when Martin asked:
"Why are you mad at me?"
"I am not mad at you." Catherine said. "I just didn't know that you prefer whores to spend your nights with."
"What do you mean?" Martin was surprised.
"I mean that I saw your little whore last night."
"She is NOT a whore." Martin was angry. "We just had dinner together."
"Yeah, the entire night." She smiled ironically. "I saw how she left this morning."
"That's not your business." Martin was getting mad.
"I hope at least she was good."
"Good?" Martin asked. "No, she wasn't good. She was amazing. The best woman I had ever been with."
Martin was too angry to stay there with Catherine so he went to the lavatory. He tried to calm down. Then he washed his face and hands with cold water and returned to his seat. Catherine was pretending to read a magazine. That was really good because he didn't know what he could say when he was so mad like he was right then. Martin hated to lose control of himself. Luckily the plane started to land.
A/N: So this is chapter 8 but I am not sure when I will update again. My beta SHANNON has some healthy problem so it will be when she feels better.