Leroy makes his way back to the bedroom, taking a moment by the door to admire his wife, sleeping peacefully. After a few minutes he strolls over to the bed, then shakes Shayla awake, murmuring
'Sweetheart, you need to get up, we have a flight to catch'.
Shayla peels her eyes open, Leroy is curled above her, she smirks lightly before pulling him down on top of her, slamming her lips onto his.
Leroy takes a moment in shock before he claims his firecrackers lips, the passion between them igniting! Their mouths and hands become wild, their movements erratic until Leroy has his firecracker at his mercy, pinned beneath him. His eyes scour her face, hungrily before he groans in restraint 'We need to pack sweetheart, no matter how much I want you, duty calls'. His firecracker frowns up at him, making his restraint falter, his lips come crashing back down again!
Claiming!
Demanding!
The two bodies soon become one, moving rhythmically, passionately. Shayla's moans turn into screams of pleasure making Leroy's desire frantic. He can't help himself as he looses all control, taking his woman! His firecracker!
Lewis arrives at Leroy's home, unlocking the door with the spare key he has, upon hearing the screams his face flushes red in embarrassment, his step falters then he retreats back out. He can only think to himself in amusement 'do they ever get tired?'. This scenario kept happening!
Once the couple have finished their activity Leroy takes his wife by the hand into the shower, both cleaning themselves before getting back out. Leroy wraps a fluffy black towel around himself while Shayla does the same. The couple walk out of the bathroom and get themselves dressed, unfortunately the time is 10:40 so Leroy pulls out two suitcases, throwing clothes in haphazardly for himself. He goes to Shayla's wardrobe and tries to take clothes when Shayla's delicate hand lands on his wrist. 'I'll pack' Shayla declares causing Leroy to glance at his wife before kissing her quickly
'I'll be in the lounge, Lewis is supposed to have been here by now' he says then strides out in his immaculate black suit. Shayla can't help but admire Leroy's muscled body as he walks out.
Leroy swipes his phone up then calls Lewis.
Lewis frantically grabs his phone from his suit pocket then places it by his ear.
'Where are you?!' Leroy demands questioningly.
'Outside President Shark'
'Hurry up! Get in here!' Leroy orders before ending the call abruptly. He hears the door open
'You're late! You should have been here ages ago!'
Leroy grumbles, grabbing his keys as Shayla walks out of the bedroom with two suitcases.
Lewis mumbles 'sorry president' striding over to Shayla. He grabs both suitcases then hauls them out, down to the car. He places them in the boot then gets in the driver's seat.
Leroy's eyes devour Shayla, she's wearing a pale pink skater skirt with a white blouse, her long legs are enchanting. 'You look beautiful, as always' Leroy says while walking over.
Shayla blushes, wrapping her arms around her husband's neck, kissing him passionately. Leroy's hands grope Shayla's bum, his body reacting! He pulls back before things can go any further. He leaves an arm around his wife's waist as he escorts her out, down to the car.
Lewis notices the couple in the wing mirror, thinking quietly 'they look like the perfect couple'.
Leroy opens the door for his wife, helping her in before climbing in himself. Lewis starts the car as the couple buckle up, then he drives out.
The drive takes half an hour, when the car pulls up Lewis gets out to get the suitcases while the couple get out. The people near the doors and outside notice Lewis first, then the SHARK. It's a frenzy of running, screaming and phone flashes, it's quite normal for Lewis and Leroy but Shayla tries to step behind Leroy but Leroy swiftly grabs Shayla's arm, dragging her through the VIP entrance! Through the tsunami of onlookers!
Posts go up online by the onlooking fans.
'Omg! Just spotted the SHARK'
'The SHARK is at the airport'
The comments go wild…
'I missed a peak 😥'
'Where's he going?'
'Enjoy your trip'
When your publicly known, you attract attention, weather good or bad!
The doors to the walkway close, drowning out the noise, Leroy swipes his wife up against the wall and kisses her passionately. When he pulls away, Shayla is panting breathlessly.
'Don't try to hide baby' Leroy murmurs against her lips, brushing his thumb along her jaw. Then Leroy rips himself away, grabbing her hand, pulling her down the walkway to the VIP lounge.
Lewis manages to bundle through the crowd,
'Where's President Shark going?'
'Is he going on holiday?'
'Was that the newest model?'
The fans questions fly towards him, he keeps going, the luggage dragging behind, finally pulling the door of the VIP entrance. Lewis smiles and manages to close the door without the heaped crown getting through with him. He falls against the closed door for a moment, sighing in relief.
Once Lewis has collected himself he makes his was through the walkway, to the lounge.
Leroy eyes Lewis from where his standing, behind Shayla, when he comes through, chuckling at the state of him. Shayla glances over from where she's now sitting, she covers her mouth with her hand, trying to suppress her giggles. There's red and pink lipstick smears on Lewis's cheek, his suit jacket is wonky and his face is flushed.
'Sort yourself out then book us in' Leroy instructs, his alight in amusement.
Lewis nods curtly, he checks all three in and the suitcases, Once free of the suitcases he makes his way to the bathroom, stepping in to sort himself out. He grabs some tissue from the empty cubicle, wetting it under the tap, then wipes the smears away. He splashes the rest of his face with cold water before throwing the tissue in the bin. once looking more presentable, Lewis pulls his suit jacket straight then goes to leave.
The end cubicle opens as Lewis pulls the door open, glancing over his shoulder he goes to walk but stops immediately when Carly and Dean stumble out together. Lewis scowls at the pair, while Carly blushes in embarrassment, Dean on the other hand decides to mock sarcastically
'What? Can't you get a girl?' Lewis huffs
'I don't need a whore president Ridge' before swiftly leaving. Carly's jaw drops in disbelief as Dean stays silent, silently brewing in anger.
Sometimes the truth hurts!
Carly slept with a man who was in a relationship and Dean slept around while in a relationship. It was disgusting behaviour but neither could see that!