RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 100: FRIDA -

The balloon floated high above the city, and she had to ask, "Are we going to float all over New York?"

He chuckled. "Don’t you like it?"

"Are you scared, baby Frida?" he said mockingly, and she pouted.

"No! I’m just wondering how a balloon is flying all over the city...with no driver. But we keep arriving at places," she laughed. "I think any sane person would ask questions."

He smirked. "Yeah, alright, this isn’t your typical air balloon. It’s like a huge drone I’m driving around with my Apple Watch. I programmed it to work and float to my destination. Its shortcoming is it can’t float far distances," he explained, and she stared at him.

"Laz, that’s...that’s fucking amazing! You’re like Jeff Bezos or something," she said in awe, and he chuckled.

"Well, I do invent and program stuff, but yeah," he said.

She paused, looking at him. "Why do you like me? I mean, there’s nothing special about me," she said, turning her back on him and facing the city.

"I’m not super hot or super popular...I’m averagely smart and averagely rich. There’s really nothing awesome about me," she rambled, swallowing nervously.

And his arms snaked around her waist. "You really think so, darling?" he rasped in such a deep, hoarse, delicious voice that her body instantly responded just from his nearness.

His hands trailed up her thighs, rough and thick against her flesh, and she arched. He had been playing with her all day.

Lord knows she was horny, wet, dying, as his hand moved over her belly. "There’s nothing special about you?" he whispered against her ear, and she arched against him instinctively, like he commanded her to do it.

Her body rubbed against his in delicious friction, driving her wild, the moment he cupped her boobs in front of the whole city.

And he squeezed. His teeth sank softly into her neck, nibbling. She jerked and shivered, driving her over the edge. "Then why are you driving me fucking crazy, Frida?"

His voice was thick with want, and his hardness pressed against her butt through his pants. She gasped. "I want you so bad I’d chase you to the ends of the earth if I have to. And I’ll wait, God knows I’ll wait, just so I can cum in that heavenly pussy." She moaned as he squeezed both boobs roughly, her eyes rolling. He was rough and gentle all at the same time.

It was so good, she wanted him to fuck her right there.

His phone fucking rang and ruined it.

"We’ve arrived, cherie," he said in French.

Laz, speaking French in a French coat, cashmere sweater, and plain pants, was the best thing that happened to her all winter.

Her winter was hot and burning.

They arrived at Éclat Noir in their hot air balloon. "Get off, princess," he said, taking her hand and leading her off the balloon into the ridiculously expensive, luxury-brand, exclusive, VIP-only boutique.

They entered, and Frida literally screamed internally when she saw a net thong on a mannequin worth 20k!

She pinned Laz with a look, and he gave her one back. "What?"

"This place is hella expensive. I’m feeling guilty for spending all your money, and now you want to spend my entire housing fee in one hour," she murmured through clenched teeth.

He frowned, then sighed. "Ugh, I get it. It’s not expensive enough to impress you. Let’s go to another—"

"No. You know what? I’m fine," she said, chuckling nervously, as the concierge met them with a smile that could blind the entire store.

She was a beautiful woman, and the blue-eyed moon gaze she gave Laz made Frida realize she knew him, and that didn’t sit right with Frida.

She unintentionally wrapped a possessive arm around his bicep and proceeded to lean on it.

Her blue gaze turned icy.

Frida smirked internally. That’s better, she thought.

"Welcome, Mr. Laziel. How may we help you today?" she asked.

"Well, I wish to prepare my date for the Christmas Eve exclusive ball, and we need something perfect. I trust that you are capable of such?" Laz said with such a sophisticated and professional air that Frida wasn’t used to.

The woman gave a tight-lipped smile. "Of course."

She revealed three dresses: a velvet strap-backless dress that needed to be tied and pinned in the back. It was long and had a low-cut V neckline. It was one of the most gorgeous dresses Frida had ever seen.

Until her gaze fell on the black one. It was perfect, so perfect it took her breath away. Laz looked at it. "That one."

He gently probed Frida forward. "Go put it on, love."

She turned and glared at him. "You didn’t ask me to a ball, Laz."

Laz faked a sad look, taking her hand in his and kissing it. "Forgive me, sunrise. Please, will you accompany this lonely, uncourteous man to the ball?"

Frida glared at him. "You are impossible." She followed the woman and walked away briskly.

She looked around the room. It was beautiful. The interior was a gorgeous burgundy, brown, and gold. Everything was silk and luxurious to the gaze.

There was lingerie hanging on some mannequins. "Can I get those?"

She asked as her gaze fell on a white set, like an angel with wings.

"Oh yes, do try it," the concierge said, and Frida walked hesitantly toward it, thinking of getting revenge.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror with confidence she didn’t feel at all. "Help me put it on."

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Laz was busy on his phone when the curtains parted, and his breath was stolen at the sight of her.

She wasn’t in any damn bloody dress.

She was the only white among burgundy, browns, black, and gold.

And she was beautiful.

Before he could stop himself, he crossed the room to where she stood. White lace, satin with bows blushed faint pink, finest tights covered her legs. Her hair was messy, long, and flowing over her shoulders. She blinked huge eyes at him shyly.

He gulped. "By God, you are stunning."

He grabbed her, about to kiss her in her high heels, and even in them, she was still much shorter than him. She stopped him.

Her hand to his lips, she pushed him backward softly and slowly, teasing and deadly, into the chair he had sprung out of a minute ago.

Her knee was between his legs, and he drooled. His mouth watered at the sight of her perfect cleavage. "You’re not getting any."

He almost died at her words. "What?" he breathed roughly. freeweɓnøvel.com

"You think only you can turn me on?" she teased him by biting her lip.

Turning her perfect ass to his view as she walked away, she added, "This is your punishment." She chuckled at his dumbstruck face and walked back into the dressing room.