I saw the lodge as each foot traveled got me closer to the bottom of the hill. As I pelted down the slope, though, I realized something: I didn’t know how to stop. Yes, the most important piece of information you could possibly have was unbeknownst to me and instead I was like a meteor hurtling through space and into the ground. It was then that it hit me, though, and I remembered why the word pizza was in my head. Roman told me that I had to make my skis into a slice of pizza if I wanted to slow down, and trust me—I really needed to slow down right about now.

  I tried turning my skis inward, but I wasn’t only going too fast, but I also didn’t have the lower body strength to actually twist the skis inward. I knew neglecting my time at the gym would come back to bite me in the butt at some point, but I didn’t think this would be the situation. As I got closer to the lodge, people screamed at me to slow down, not in a mean way, but to warn me that if I didn’t slow down or stop that I would smash into the side of the lodge and likely kill myself. It was in that moment that I made one final attempt to turn my skis inward and I did it. The only problem, however, was that I used all of my might and turned them in far too much, resulting in them crossing and me essentially tripping over myself before I was sent tumbling down the slope. Time seemed to play out in slow motion as I was rolling down the hill, with each tumble slowing me even further. It was as if my head was in the same spot and position the entire time down, but my body spun around it like the earth around the sun.

  I came to a stop as my face-planted into the snow before I heard Roman’s familiar voice yelling my name. He stopped and unlatched his skis before rushing to my side and rolling me over so my face would be exposed to the air and not the freezing snow.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as his voice cracked.

  “I think I just want to go back to the cabin now,” I replied.

  A few slope paramedics came and checked me out before letting me go, saying I hadn’t broken anything, but I could have a bruised muscle in my right leg from where it crossed the skis.

  Roman helped me up and I put far too much weight on my right leg before limping downward and clutching it.

  “Here, let me help you.” He picked me up in his arms and whisked me back to the snowmobile.

  I watched Roman with rose-colored glasses as he swept me away to the snowmobile. The lodge staff offered to take us to it, but he refused and instead told them he wanted to take me himself. He didn’t complain the whole time, and instead made me realize how much of a great man he really was. I wondered if our relationship was going to the next level? Was this Aspen trip not just some little vacation, but rather a chance to test a potential relationship and turn from sugar baby and daddy to an actual couple? The way he just carried and treated me made me think so.

  ***

  Roman took care of me the entire night, with my leg propped up as I lay on the couch and watched movies while the fire raged on close by. He even made me dinner instead of ordering in, and never left my side except for when he had to go to the bathroom. He really was proving himself as a potential boyfriend, and in my mind, he already was my boyfriend.

  “Even when you’re hurt, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair.

  “Thank you for taking care of me today, it meant a lot,” I replied as the tips of his fingers danced upon my scalp.

  “You never need to thank me for taking care of you. It’s my job, isn’t it?” he asked with a smile.

  I smiled back, unable to even open my mouth to say anything—what he had just said almost cemented everything for me. I knew I would bring up the possibility of a relationship before we left—even if it killed me. He must be thinking the same way I was, and if this all kept up, I’d be his girlfriend before we got back on that plane.

  Chapter Three

  Two days had passed before I was able to get out of bed and do anything substantial. I felt so horrible that Roman had paid and planned this trip, all for me to get hurt and not be able to do anything. He did prove himself, though, and took care of me almost all day and night as I tried to get better. He even insisted on hiring a doctor to come over and look at me, and he said the same thing as the paramedics. It was only a bruise and within a couple days I would be back up and running again like new. I still had a slight pain when I walked and put weight on my leg, but it wasn’t anything that was unbearable, and I was able to get myself ready for a long day ahead. I insisted that Roman and I go out on the town and just see Aspen before we had to leave in two days. We had already lost so much time and traction that a bunch of plans he had made had to be canceled, which admittedly was a blow to both of us.

  “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? The doctor said you needed time to heal,” Roman said cautiously as I came down the stairs.

  “I’m fine. Besides, he said I would need a couple days, and it’s been a couple days already. Nothing was broken or fractured, and as long as we don’t go and do anything crazy I’ll be fine,” I replied, reassuring him everything was okay.

  “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again is all. My heart and stomach dropped when I saw you tumble down the hill, and I don’t think I could handle that happening to you again,” he said as he helped me put my shoes on.

  “I don’t think I could handle it again either,” I replied playfully.

  Roman smiled and helped me up to put on my jacket—a nice, new, classy one—not the ski jacket. We walked outside and he opened my door like a true gentleman as he made sure I got into the car safely and carefully, with him shutting it behind me once I was all in and settled. I watched him as he walked in front of the car to come to the driver’s side. He was being so patient and loving with me ever since we got here. If I had any doubts at all about him liking me as more than a sugar baby they were all gone now after the way he had treated and taken care of me. No man, not even my own father, had doted on me like that and made sure I had everything I needed at any time of the day. It was as if he cared about me way more than he cared about his own well-being or sanity. He came up here for a great little trip, and didn’t ditch me at any point to go do guy things or go skiing, which was something he loved to do.

  We drove out of the private community and into downtown Aspen, which felt like we were in a completely different town. The community provided almost everything you’d need inside the massive lodge, and it felt as though that was Aspen. We decided we would just walk down the sidewalks and enter a few stores both that he had been to in the past, and ones that just looked interesting. We parked the car and started down the sidewalk, with him grabbing my hand almost the instant I had closed my car door. He hadn’t done that before, instead he would either wrap his arm around mine or just walk next to me. He was actually showing me affection, and wasn’t afraid for everybody around us to see it, as the sidewalks and streets were packed with Christmas visitors all vying for a fun vacation in fabulous Aspen.

  “This place looks interesting,” I said as we approached a small boutique.

  “Well then let’s check it out,” he said as we diverted course into the quirky store.

  The store was fairly busy, with the maze of a sales floor being littered with patrons and sales associates. The store wasn’t much like anything I had seen before, both because they didn’t specialize in just one thing, and all of the stuff looked pricey. They had a little bit of everything for sale, and I even saw a handheld garlic press on sale for fifty dollars. Yes, it was actually on sale for that amount, when you could get one for five dollars at a supermarket. The high prices didn’t seem to stop the rich old women, though, for their baskets and small carts were filled to the brim with all kinds of knick-knacks and goodies.

  “Oh, this is nice,” I said as I held up a little sock monkey doll that was sitting with a bunch of stuffed animals.

  “That little thing?” he asked, as if mystified that I would like something so plain and simple.

  “My grandmother had one just like this that was always in the guest room whenever I would spend the night there. I used to always play with it and pretend it was a real monkey friend that would go on adventures with me,” I said with a smile as I ran my fingers across its face.

  “Then we’ll get it,” he said confidently.

  “Roman, no, the thing is seventy-five dollars,” I said, trying to tell him it was far too much money for something like that.

  “It’s settled. No amount of money is too much for your childhood memories.” He kissed my cheek before walking away to look at the golf clubs in the back.

  “It’s so refreshing to see two young people in love,” an older woman said to me as she clutched a gardening book to her chest.

  “Oh, thank you, but we’re not dating,” I said, hoping I wouldn’t have to actually admit what our situation was.

  “Title or not, you two are obviously falling in love with each other, and it’s very obvious. A man wouldn’t kiss you in public and buy you things if he didn’t like you. Good luck with everything, dear,” she said before walking away to go pay for her book.

  I watched her walk away and I wondered if she was right. Were my dreams coming true, and was he really either falling for me, or at the very least, starting to really like me? He took care of me, bought me silly little things I didn’t actually need, and even was giving me PDA. This was all too much, but at the same, just the right amount of what I needed.

  ***

  Roman insisted taking me out for dinner that night, but mostly I think he was just sick of cooking. He hadn’t bought many groceries, thinking we would be out and about every night instead of sitting at home while I got better. He insisted also on making the food instead of ordering in, because he claimed the food was always cold when it got to the cabin so what was the point. We went to a small Italian restaurant in town, you know, one of those super rustic and hipster joints. Some of the waiters had thick black-rimmed glasses on, and I think they wrote up their menus on some old typewriter they got at a thrift store. The ambiance was nice though, and Roman raved about the place on the way over so I overlooked those aspects.

  “Your waiter, Gerard, will be with you shortly,” the hostess said with a smile as she sat us before walking away and back to her duties.

  We looked over our menus as a busboy came and filled our crystal water glasses all the way to the top. The menus didn’t have any prices, and the typeface was messy and misaligned, which was something that I didn’t expect being in a rich place like this. The only Italian food I had really ever had was spaghetti and lasagna, and it certainly didn’t have all of these fancy ingredients they had here, like truffles and caviar. It was all a little overwhelming, and I would be happy with just a small bowl of spaghetti with butter and cheese.

  “See anything you like?” Roman asked as he looked over the menu.

  “I think I’ll just go with the pasta,” I said, as I found an item that was just pasta and marinara sauce, which is the simplest thing they served.

  “That’s it? Nothing bigger?” Roman asked, as if shocked I wanted something so simple and small.

  “Yeah, this stuff is all just kind of weird to me, so I want to play it safe,” I said as I set my menu down.

  Gerard, our waiter, came by behind me and took our food and drink orders as the hordes of other waiters and busboys squeezed behind him to get to their respective tables. Roman ordered some truffle and prosciutto pizza, and I got my noodles and sauce, which admittedly made me look like a baby when I really thought about it. He soon left, and I wondered if the food was going to come as fast as it did at our past restaurant rendezvous.

  “I hope you’re having a good time in Aspen. I know things have been shaky with your leg and all, but I’m really glad I asked you to come,” Roman said as his calf brushed against mine under the table.

  “I’m having a great time, and I couldn’t be happier that we’re here together,” I said, hoping to probe him further about our relationship.

  We sat in a more romantic section of the restaurant, which was free from kids and filled exclusively with couples of all ages. Even though the ages ranged from twenty something to seventy something, all of them were cozy and everybody’s focus was on their partner. There were couples cuddling, making out, and even grazing each other’s legs as the waiters acted oblivious to the acts that were going on. I guess they felt it was more important to keep them happy and get a big tip than to tell them their behavior wouldn’t fly in this establishment.

  “Tomorrow is our last full day here you know. Anything special you want to do? We need to make up some lost time,” Roman said before taking a drink of his ice water.

  “Nothing much that I can think of. I’d like to check out the lodge if we have some time. That place really seems amazing,” I said.

  “Then it’s settled. We will go to the lodge and maybe cozy up with some hot chocolate in front of the fire,” Roman said with a smile before our waiter brought us a bread and spinach dip appetizer that he said was compliments of the owner. Being the sugar baby of a well-respected multimillionaire really had its perks.

  ***

  “How was your dinner?” Roman asked as I took my last bite of pasta.

  “It was amazing. I never knew something so simple could be so complex,” I said, as the sauce danced upon my taste buds like nothing else I’d ever eaten.

  “Giuseppe, the owner, is an old friend I met during my travels to Tuscany. He invited me into his house and his mother made me the very best dinner I had ever eaten in my life. I’m still pretty sure to this day that I gained at least three pounds eating at their house that night.”

  Roman sounded like such a jet-setter whenever we went anywhere. Whether it was the French restaurant, the jewelry store, or here; he was always in with the owners that he had met overseas on his travels. I was a little jealous, but also excited because I knew this trip to Aspen was just a precursor of the trips to come. Roman wouldn’t want to just take me all of a sudden to somewhere like Paris without seeing how I reacted first away from our home base. He wanted to make sure I was worthy of such a trip, and I think I was passing all of his little tests with flying colors.

  “Well, should we get out of here?” he asked as he wiped his mouth with the white cloth napkin and set it on the table.

  I nodded, and he motioned for the waiter to bring the check, which he did immediately. Roman took out his credit card, a black card, and gave it to the server who came back two minutes later and graciously handed it to him.

  “Thank you so much for visiting us tonight and Mr. Giuseppe sends his regards,” the waiter said before giving a small bow and walking away.

  “Well, shall we go back to the cabin for a fun night?” Roman asked as he put his card away and signed the receipt.

  “Sounds like fun,” I said with a seductive voice, as I was finally going to get what I had been waiting for this entire trip.

  Roman and I got up and headed for the door, as I realized my trip was about to finally be made.

  Chapter Four

  Roman’s strong hand embraced my thigh while we drove home, as if he was foreshadowing the times that were about to come. My core was aching to be pleasured as all I had done since our last encounter was dream about his magical touch and that mammoth dick that sat between his legs. I had the toy he had given me, and it was tempting, but it wasn’t the same as the flesh and blood tool that he had used on me a few times prior. I almost told him to just pull over on the side of the snowy Aspen road, but I didn’t because I knew I’d rather ride him on the bed and not in the small and cramped leather seat of this SUV.

  The traffic was horrible as we waited to get into the private community in which we were staying. There was a guard gate at the front, and the guards had to check the license of each person that went in. As it was the weekend and many people were now coming and going from the community, the line on our side was six cars long, and the current people in line seemed to be having some kind of tiff with the guards.

  “This traffic is horrendous,” he said as his fingers slipped off the steering wheel and into his lap.

  I looked over as he was watching traffic to see his hand discretely grasping his piece, as if it was throbbing and he just needed to let it loose. I thought about ripping his belt off and servicing his pleasure stick, but I knew I had to wait. With my luck, I would pull it out and then the line would pick up and we would be up to the guard gate.

  A minute went by and the car at the front of the line was finally approved and the line immediately picked up pace, and we got to the front of the line in a mere forty-five seconds. Roman sped out of the guard gate after we were approved like a bat out of hell. His left leg nervously and impatiently tapped as we drifted through the neighborhood and up to his cabin. He stopped abruptly in the driveway and just about drove into the house, as the SUV was a short foot away from hitting the brick bottom.

  “Come on,” he said as he unlocked the doors, as if his manhood couldn’t wait to be rubbed.

  I quickly got out of the car as he grabbed my hand and led me inside of the pitch-black house, which we had forgotten to leave lit up. He turned on a small light at the front door, but had no desire to sit down there or peddle around. Roman was on a mission, and that mission was to rip my clothes off like a savage jungle man.

  I wasn’t sure I could get up the stairs as fast as Roman wanted me to, with my leg injury and all, but my qualms were soon squashed as he lifted me over his shoulder just as soon as I had taken my shoes off.

  I giggled and he lightly spanked my bottom as he ran up the stairs with me slung over him. He was being so ferocious; so primitive. I had seen him get rough during our encounters, but this was something completely new and unknown. He was like a man who was trapped on a deserted island for years and was just now able to make love to a waiting and willing woman.

 

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