Polynesian Gigolo 4

By David Manoa

Everything I wanted. Everything I have been through... I never thought I would find love again, till I met Catherine and her family. But there is always someone... Something... That always has me at arm’s reach of what I yearn for.

My name is Pita Tupou and join me in my struggle, for this is the End of my Story.

Contains Content for Mature Audiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Manoa
• Release date: Aug 10, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370286973

David Manoa

I am a writer based in Auckland, New Zealand.I write mainly contemporary romance.My interests are Rugby League, Cars, Gaming and Bodybuilding.

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Polynesian Gigolo 4

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David Manoa

Copyright 2017 David Manoa

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Pita Tupou

Auckland Airport

11am

Standing on the observation deck. My fingers pressed against the thick glass, watching Kates plane depart on the rain lashed runway. Thick rain clouds drift across. Droplets of rain stream down the window, condensation builds. The draft comes through the vents above. The memory of Kate asking me to go with her, to be with her, to take a chance. A future I could have had. I reflect upon the decisions, I made in my life. The journey and the people, I encountered. The difference I made.

But until then. I'll keep doing what I'm doing. Changing lives one woman at a time.

Changing lives one woman at a time...

My life journey as a gigolo resets, and I start all over again. In my jacket pocket, the tool of my trade vibrates and rings. I take out my phone to read a message from Cherie, a corporate client. A regular who I would term wants to purge the sexual tension out of her system. No strings, the bread, and butter business. A blonde beauty from Louisiana with a southern accent that would cause tingles down to my lower body. My finger hovers over her message when I remember the pleasure she gave. My mind goes stray with carnal thoughts, and I reply with a yes before switching the phone off. A reaction to the woman she is.

The plane reverses and sets a path for the runway. The clouds break, and streaks of light break through. The window seat, three down from the cockpit I see Kate's blonde hair. The distance too far to make out her face from the glare of the sun. My eyes close as that brightness and warmth make me embrace it. Embrace and carry on with the decisions I made.

I head down to the departure lounge and head to the café, passing the McDonalds and Burger King, I order a flat white from the cafe. I observe as traveler's fill out their departure forms. Friends and family saying their goodbyes to loved ones. The barista slides my coffee to me, and I head down the elevator when I notice a man weeping with his family.

He is with his daughter maybe only four or five years old. Her brown hair tied in a bun, her father lifts her into her arms while she cried. His partner arms folded, nods to her other daughter who is in her teens, steps back not wanting to say Goodbye.

I can within an earshot understand what he said to his daughter, Love you, sweetie pie. Daddy will be back soon, I have a surprise for you. He says, wiping his eyes.

His daughter clutches his father as he tries to hand her back to her mother, they struggle a bit before the girl gives in. Her father walks backward before turning to leave. I sip my coffee and head for the elevator when I listen to them behind me.

The teen behind me says, Jeez Mom. I told you I didn't want to come here. She says, I hate that bastard.

Courtney, no swearing in front of Alice. Her mother says.

Holding the rubber rail of the elevator, I turn my head to the woman holding her daughter. She's pretty, standing at five foot eight brunette hair tied back. Soft features, heart shaped face. Gorgeous brown eyes.

Shut up Alice stop being a cry baby! Her sister screams, Shut the fuck up.

Court! Language!

The little girl ignores her and stops crying. Her mother flicks her eyes to me. I'm sorry.

No need to, goodbyes are always tough, I say reaching out, the little stares at me when I reach out to show my palm. She flinches and smiles slapping her palm on mine. A high five. We walk outside the terminal and wait for the lights on the crossing. She comes down from her mother's arms and presses the button.

Alice give me your hand. Her mother says, Alice!

Alice walks forward and stands beside me, taking my hand. I shrug, looking at her mother. She as we cross the road. Taking further steps, we make it to the other side.

Her mother takes Alice’s hand and thanks me. I fish out my keys to the Lamborghini and press the button to unlock when her teen daughter eyes light up.

Oh my god! Oh my god! Is that yours? she says, eyes widened, palms on the sides of her face.

I say, Yeah. Gets me from A to B.

Her mother walks past, C'mon, Courtney lets go. Take Alice to the car. she said, Thank you for helping Alice cross. I tell her not to trust or talk to strangers you know. I think I failed on that one to work.

I extend my hand out, My name is Pita. I say, What is yours?

Catherine. she smiles, Catherine Featherstone.

You just gave your full name to a stranger...

She palms her face, I did didn't I. Perhaps I should be taking my own advice.

Perhaps. I smirked, I promise, I won't stalk you, my name is Pita Tupou.

Catherine chuckles giving me a chance to examine her beauty more. Creamy skin, full lips, and the dimples, wow. She adjusts her handbag, unites her hair. I look at her to notice her daughters watching on. Alice is in the driver's seat, turning the steering wheel pretending to drive. I point across when she starts pressing the horn.

Looks like you got a driver there.

Catherine brushes her hair back. I do don't I?

I say, Well it was nice to meet you, Catherine, maybe we will cross paths again.

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Catherine Featherstone

Opening the driver's door. Alice held the steering wheel. She’s making car noises and Courtney is in the passenger side on her phone.

Alice! Move to back seat now!

Alice climbed between the seats, and I sat. I watched as Pita reversed out before driving past us giving us two toots of his horn.

Damn he's fine, Courtney said holding her phone steady as she took a photo.

Don't be such a stalker Courtney.

I knew I should have asked for a selfie with the car. Be so cool.

Don't be so rude Court!

Alice popped up between us, giving me a fright. Can we get ice cream Mommy?

I started the car, Sit back in your seat Alice, and put your seatbelt on.

I turned to Courtney who is on Facebook, replied to a message then looked at me. Smirking.

Courtney says, "What did you two talk about?"

Nothing.

Courtney raises a brow, You two were talking for at least a couple of minutes, I saw lips move, something was said. You were blushing hard out!

I said nothing and started the car.

You are so annoying Mom, what did he say?

Nothing.

He ask you out?

I frowned, No!

You tell him that you are divorced with Dad?

No.

What's his name?

None of your business.

Courtney sighs, Gosh Mom. You could at least ask his name.

We arrived at the carpark kiosk. I stuck my ticket into the machine when the poles started to raise.

I said, His name is Pita. Pita Tupou.

I drove out of the carpark when we were caught up the traffic from the roadworks they were doing.

I sighed, Great. Just what we need at Lunchtime. Traffic is backed to wazoo.

Courtney said, "Over there Mom the Lamborghini! Look! Look!"

I looked to lane on my right side to Pita driving with the top down holding the steering wheel with one hand.