Taming My Sugar Mommy
Chapter 43: Trip to Hong Kong (R18)

Chapter 43: Trip to Hong Kong (R18)

Isabella’s text arrived just as Liam was reviewing the quarterly reports:

"Pack for three days. Hong Kong. Christina knows where to meet me."

Liam stared at his phone, reading the message three times. ’Hong Kong? No warning, no details, no explanation?’ He checked his calendar—meetings scheduled for tomorrow, a conference call with the Berlin team the day after.

He typed back: "Hong Kong? When?"

The response came immediately: "Today. Now."

He exhaled slowly, trying to make sense of this. ’Another one of her spontaneous decisions I’m expected to simply accommodate?’ His thumb hovered over the keyboard, unsure how to respond without revealing his frustration.

A knock at his office door interrupted his thoughts. Christina stood in the doorway, her expression professionally neutral as always.

"Ms. Ashworth said you’d need these," she said, placing a folder on his desk. "Your itinerary and passport. The jet leaves in two hours."

Liam picked up the folder, flipping it open to find his passport—the one he kept in his home safe—and flight details. "She’s certainly thorough."

Christina’s lips quirked into a half-smile. "That’s one word for it."

"Any chance you know what this is about?" he asked, slipping the folder into his briefcase.

"Above my pay grade," she replied, then added with a hint of her rarely-seen humor, "Though if I were you, I’d pack that blue suit she likes. The one that makes your eyes pop." She mimicked Isabella’s precise tone with surprising accuracy.

Despite everything, Liam found himself laughing. "Been practicing that impression long?"

"Only when she’s not around to hear it," Christina said with a conspiratorial wink. "Though I’ve got a decent one of you too. All brooding and intense—" she lowered her voice to mimic his, "’Christina, have you seen the Henderson file? It’s absolutely crucial.’"

"I do not sound like that," he protested, though the imitation was uncomfortably accurate.

"You absolutely do." She checked her watch. "I’ll be waiting in the car. Twenty minutes enough time to pack?"

"Where exactly are we going after the airport?"

Christina shrugged, the gesture almost apologetic. "I was only told to deliver you to the private terminal. Nothing else." Then she added with a glint in her eye, "But between us? She packed leisure wear. Not business attire."

Liam raised an eyebrow. "Leisure?"

"Mmhmm. And she canceled her business meetings for the next three days." Christina gave him a knowing look. "Just saying."

’This doesn’t make sense,’ Liam thought as he gathered his things. ’Isabella doesn’t do spontaneous vacations.’

"Twenty minutes," he confirmed, still puzzled. "I’ll be down."

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The ride to the airport passed in relative silence, Christina focused on driving while Liam made calls rescheduling his meetings for the week. ’Whatever Isabella has planned, it had better be worth upending everything,’ he thought, declining a third call from the London office.

At the private terminal, Christina pulled up to the curb where Isabella stood talking with Marcus, her primary security detail. The sight of them together—Isabella in flowing silk trousers and a casual blouse instead of her usual power suit—caught him off guard.

"Right on time," Isabella said as he approached, her smile more relaxed than he’d seen in weeks. "Ready?"

"I’d be readier if I knew what we were doing," Liam replied, unable to hide his confusion.

Marcus took his bag, nodding a silent greeting before disappearing toward the jet.

"Taking a break," Isabella said simply, linking her arm through his as they walked toward the terminal. "When was the last time we did that?"

"We don’t take breaks," Liam answered, studying Isabella’s unexpectedly casual demeanor. "You’ve never wanted to."

"Maybe it’s time I started." She stopped walking, turning to face him. "You’ve been stressed lately. I’ve been... preoccupied. I thought we could use some time away from everything."

’This isn’t like her,’ Liam thought, unsettled by this deviation from her character. ’Isabella doesn’t just drop everything for impromptu trips.’

"And this couldn’t wait until we’d cleared our schedules properly?"

Isabella’s eyes held his. "Some things shouldn’t wait, Liam. I’ve learned that the hard way."

The sincerity in her voice caught him off guard. For a moment, he glimpsed something beneath her composed exterior—a vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to show.

"What about Christina?" he asked, glancing back to where she stood by the car.

"She’ll join Marcus on the commercial flight this evening. For now, it’s just you and me." Isabella’s tone softened. "I thought we could use the time to reconnect."

As they walked through the private terminal, Isabella’s hand rested lightly on his back. The gesture felt different somehow—less proprietary, more affectionate.

"You still haven’t really answered my question," he said as they approached the jet. "Why Hong Kong? Why now?"

She paused at the foot of the stairs, the afternoon sun highlighting the auburn undertones in her hair. "Because sometimes, Liam, even I need to remember there’s more to life than quarterly reports and strategic partnerships." Her expression turned wistful. "And I wanted to share that with you."

’After everything that’s happened, she wants to get away together?’ The contradiction between this gesture and the secrets between them created an emotional whiplash he struggled to process.

But he smiled and gestured toward the jet. "After you."

Whatever her reasons, he was about to fly thirteen hours into uncharted territory—not just geographically, but emotionally as well.

Liam settled into the plush leather seat beside Isabella as the private jet taxied down the runway. He glanced over at her, noting the tension in her shoulders despite her attempts to appear relaxed. ’This trip is going to be a challenge,’ he thought. ’But maybe it’s exactly what we need.’

"Relaxing time," she said firmly, as if daring him to argue. "No work, no distractions."

Liam nodded in agreement, though he couldn’t quite match her enthusiasm. Too many questions lingered between them, secrets still keeping them apart. He reached over and took her hand, giving a gentle squeeze.

Isabella looked out the window, watching as the city sprawled beneath them. "Do you remember how we used to be?" she asked quietly, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engines.

"Before everything changed. Before all this became so... complicated."

He did remember. Faintly, like a dream—a time when they were at the her house, more carefree. When they could talk for hours about nothing important and feel like they had everything figured out.

"I remember," he said softly. "But that was a long time ago."

She nodded, her gaze distant. "It was." Then she met his eyes again, her expression determined. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t find our way back."

As the jet leveled off, Liam noticed Isabella’s body language shift. She seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders—always in control, always the boss. It was a side effect of their relationship dynamic.

"You’re still worried," he observed, his thumb tracing the calluses on her knuckles.

"I just want to understand what’s going on, Isabella."

She sighed, leaning her head back against the headrest. "Sometimes understanding is overrated." She turned to face him, her expression vulnerable. "We used to be able to just... let go. Remember?"

Liam nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I do." He leaned in closer, his voice low and intimate. "What do you say we make some new memories on the plane? Just the two of us."

Isabella’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of excitement flickering in their depths. "And how do you propose we do that?" she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

"Well, for starters," Liam said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "I was thinking I could give you a nice massage. Help you relax."

She bit her lower lip, considering the offer. "A massage sounds lovely," she agreed. "But only if I can return the favor afterwards."

Liam grinned, standing up and offering his hand to her. "Lead the way, boss."

Isabella laughed softly, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the private bedroom in the back of the jet. Once inside, she started to undress while Liam watched appreciatively.

"You always were a naughty boy, Liam," she teased, letting her shirt fall to the floor.

"Always thinking about sex," she continued as she unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts.

"I can’t help it when you look so good," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Isabella finished undressing and lay down on the bed, positioning herself on her stomach. Liam climbed on top of her, straddling her hips as he started to massage her shoulders and back.

"Oh, that feels amazing," she sighed, melting under his touch.

Liam worked out the knots and tension in her muscles, kneading her skin until she was relaxed and pliant beneath him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Turn over."

Isabella flipped over onto her back, her nipples hard and erect. Liam captured one between his lips, sucking and teasing it while his hand slid between her legs.

"Liam..." she moaned, arching into his touch.

He rubbed her clit in slow circles, feeling her wetness coating his fingers. "I want to taste you," he growled against her breast.

Isabella cried out as he buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. She ground against his mouth, riding his tongue until she came with a scream of his name.

Liam sat up with a satisfied smirk, wiping her arousal from his face. "Feel better?"

She nodded, grinning at him. "Definitely. But now it’s your turn," she purred, reaching for his cock.