Incendiary

by Elisabeth

  I climaxed. Oh, Jesus Christ. No, I didn’t.

  As if he knew what just happened, he smirked looking down at my hard, pebbled nipples that peaked through my button up. He winked at me and put my hand down on the desk.

  “Let’s go, kid.”

  “Yes, Dad. Sorry about that, Ms. Eros.” I heard Paris say, but I was so out of it trying to understand how I just came in my black dress pants from a mere kiss on my hand.

  I heard Alexander answer him. “Why are you apologizing?” he asked as they walked away.

  “Because she’s engaged, and you flirted with her, Dad. I apologized on your behalf.”

  Alexander chuckled. “Why would I apologize to my future wife?” He shrugged. Those words snapped me out of whatever state I was in. I turned to say something, but they had walked out of the room.

  “Jesus be a fence.” I hoped to never see Alexander Troy ever again.

  Chapter II.

  Alexander

  I couldn’t stop thinking about my son’s teacher, McKenna Eros. She was everything. She looked like a damn goddess; much more beautiful than any other female I have ever been with, and I’ve been with a lot more than anyone can count. Over the decades, having the crazy pleasure to be born and die over and over again was torture. Torture I knew now was over. When I first woke, I was lost and confused, but then, a voice within me told me everything going on and what I would endure over and over until I met her. Now, that I had, everything had finally taken its place. It took so long, but I was patient enough to wait for her for however long I had to, and finally, she was here. No way, come hell or high water, would I let her go ever again.

  I didn’t think it would happen as instantly as the voice said, but it did. The moment I saw her I fell in love with her. She was so little compared to me, but those hips that flared in those black dress pants were not small at all. They were made for me, made to wrap around my waist as I slipped in and out of her. Her face was something I couldn’t look away from, no matter what. I forced myself to look away to gain some composure. When I did, the moment she spoke, my entire body was consumed by a burning fire I knew couldn’t be put out unless I was with her. When our hands touched, it felt like everything in life was finally complete. Like life couldn’t be any better than this. All from a mere handshake and her voice, that sultry voice made me painfully hard. I had to position myself a certain way, so my son wouldn’t think I was being a pervert. I noticed the way she eyed me. The way her soft brown eyes grew animated when I walked in. The way she took me in, I proudly stood there so she could get her fill of me. All of me. When I kissed her hand bidding her goodbye, those nipples of hers poked through her white dress shirt begging me to put them in my life. Her body was singing out to me. Dancing to the tune of my lips, and I enjoyed it. I wanted to grasp her full breasts in my hands knowing they would spill over. She was just right. I’ve been with all kinds of women, but this one had the perfect body for me. She was the image of a goddess personified. I caught a whiff of whatever she had in her hair when she stood under me. I wanted her to be beneath me in another way. Her hair smelled like exotic fruits, and I wanted to snatch her bun out, so I could see it in its full glory. Damn it! I wanted this woman more than anything.

  My hand found its way to my member, I didn’t even realize I was working my hand over my shaft until it was too late. I climaxed, but nothing was satisfying. I wouldn’t be satisfied until she was beneath me. Dammit! I stood up off my California sized king bed and made my way to the bathroom. I sighed as I looked around my large bathroom that could be an apartment on its own and there was an ache in my heart that had never been there before. The en-suite bathroom was top of the line. I made sure the person who designed it for me made it as luxurious as they could. It was all marble, heated floors, and all cream and gold colored. I ached to share this with someone else other than myself. Yes, there were women, but, for some reason, none of them made their way into this bathroom. None of them made it into my house or were ever introduced to my son, and I wondered why. I wondered why the hell I was like this now, wanting to cherish someone else, other than my son. I shook the feeling off and made my way to the shower bypassing the bear-claw bathtub in the middle of the room.

  I pressed a few buttons turning the shower on and let it soak me as I dipped my head under the water. I stood there as the water took over everything and shut my eyes. Just then, a whisper of a voice came to me.

  You will love her more than you have ever loved anyone… Even more than Helen of Sparta.

  I opened my eyes, not understanding what’s going on. I hadn’t thought of Helen in such a long time, but the ache in my heart wasn’t as bad as the first couple of times I was reborn. She was like a sore spot for me then, but now, it was like the dark place I had in my heart finally laid her to rest. I shook my head, ridding the memory of her from my brain. I inhaled and exhaled, putting everything into perspective and making a final decision. Helen of Sparta was gone to rest, and there McKenna Eros was. I was determined to make her mine whether she was engaged or not. At the end of it all, she would be my wife.

  After my shower, I made a few phone calls making sure Tank got me all the information I needed on my future wife. I wanted to make sure when I finally got her in my grasp she wouldn’t put up much of a fight. I’d give her a couple of days as I waited for the information on her before I made my first move.

  Get your few days off, baby, ‘cause when I set everything in motion, you won’t know what to do with yourself.

  A big smile spread across my face as I sat in my home office. I tapped my fingers on my desk. It was as if my declaration was heard; Paris came bursting into my office like he’d lost his damn mind.

  “Dad!”

  I looked him up and down, with his school uniform of black pants, a white dress shirt, a red and blue multicolored tie and the red jacket with his school name and crest on it followed by his name in gold lettering. Paris Troy.

  “Kid?” I stared at him waiting for him to say something since his hair was disheveled.

  “Tell me you didn’t forget, Dad.” He looked at me wide-eyed.

  “Forget what?”

  “We have a play in a few days, and you promised to be there.” He was being dramatic again.

  “Kid? When have I ever missed anything of yours?” I asked him.

  “Never,” he answered dejected.

  “So then, why would you come in here and be overly dramatic like that?”

  He snickered. “I was practicing for drama class. I had to be delivering an important message but in a very dramatic way.”

  I rolled my eyes as I stood from my chair and shook my head. This kid was going to give me a heart attack.

  “Paris, do me a favor?”

  “Yes?”

  “Go and get your stuff. I’ll be riding with you in the car. I have somewhere to be.”

  “Uh huh.” He narrowed his eyes at me, not believing a word I was saying.

  “What?”

  “You sure you’re not going to see Ms. Eros?”

  I chuckled as I came around and walked toward him.

  “Son, you know me better than that. When I tell you something, trust and believe I’ll make it happen. She’s my future wife. I’ve given her a few days off to get all her eggs in one basket, but after that, well…” I shrugged my shoulders. “She’s mine.”

  Paris shook his head as I gestured for us to walk out. He started walking, then turned back around to face me with a puzzled expression on his face.

  “You’re going out dressed like that? Overly showing your sleeve and neck tattoos much?” He looked me up and down.

  I looked down at my outfit. I was wearing a pair of distressed black jeans with a white short-sleeve crispy dress shirt tucked into my jeans. I did the bare minimum as I wore my cognac oxfords. He was nitpicking on my tattoos because I told him he couldn’t get any until he was old enough to fight me in the ring properly. We looked at each other, and I cocked an eyebrow,

&n
bsp; “Boy, these are Dolce & Gabbana. What do you even know about fashion? You wear a uniform to school. When you’re out of it, you like to only wear sweats like a bum at the house.”

  His eyes went wide, and he threw his head back as he started laughing loudly. I smiled knowing he was only overanalyzing me because he was nervous. When Paris was nervous, he nitpicked to the point of annoyance, so I had to shut it down quick. After he was done laughing, he looked at me in quiet regard then moved closer and hugged me.

  “Thanks, Dad. I’m so nervous.”

  I chuckled. “Only you would worry about a play that’s a few days away,” I said to him as I hugged him back.

  He let go, making me realize I missed when he was younger, and he hugged me like this.

  “It’s just, I worked so hard on this, Dad. I really want to do good, not because of the grade, but because I’m good at this.”

  “I know you are, kid, and you’ve got this. You know why you got the lead right?”

  He nodded. “Because I earned it.”

  I gave him a sharp nod.

  “As long as you know. Like I told you, I’m proud of you, even though I know at the beginning the reason you even joined the drama club was because of Alissa.”

  He rolled his eyes. I knew he didn’t want to do it at first, but I was glad he found what he liked. There was nothing I wasn’t supportive of when it came to him. If he wanted to take over the family businesses, he could. If he didn’t want to then whatever.

  “Really, Dad?” he asked as he narrowed his eyes at me. “I feel like if you could bring her up every time, you would.”

  I shrugged. “I would, son; I would.”

  “Jesus!” he exclaimed.

  I laughed.

  “Let’s go drop you off, kid. I got a real busy day.”

  McKenna

  In a few days, my life had turned around for the worst. I didn’t know what I did to deserve it, but it was happening. I found my fiancée, who claimed to love me so damn much, in his work office with a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl on top of his desk as he overexerted himself and gave it to her good. Better than he had ever given it to me. I couldn’t forget it even if I were to drink past the point of my alcohol tolerance.

  I had decided since I hadn’t seen Jerry for a few days, I would visit him. He said he was working undercover. When he did that, I tended to leave him alone because I didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t complete his assignment. I don’t know what made me go there, but I ended up in his office at the police station. He was the lieutenant, and he tended to stay later than everyone else. But, it wasn’t dark. Other cops were still working.

  When I stepped in, I should’ve inspected each of their faces. While some knew, some others didn’t. Some laughed at me while I thought they were smiling at me. Others just pitied me while I thought they were shy.

  It wasn’t a secret he was my fiancée. I should’ve listened to my gut, I really should’ve, but nope, I wanted to surprise my man. When I walked into the office, there Jerry was raw-dogging his ex-girlfriend, Camille, on his desk next to a picture of me. My entire body froze at that moment; I was so confused. How could he overexert himself like this with her? He made it seem as though I had a problem in bed, sometimes trying to tell me to go to my family doctor to see what was going on with me. He never took me as rough as he did her. He never cared to do a damn thing like that with me. The way he made her moan; those sounds never came out of me. The way she was shaking, I never shook that hard. I barely had an orgasm with him, and this was what he was doing? I should’ve been angry enough to kill them both, but instead, I began to laugh. I laughed hysterically until tears came out of my eyes.

  I stopped when the hiccups came. He finished what I was sure was making love to her. He scrambled off the desk and tried to pull his pants back up.

  “Baby? What are you doing here?”

  I imitated a loud buzzer sound.

  “Wrong question. We’re done,” I announced as I walked away.

  I had nothing else to say to him as I made my way out of the station. That was when I saw some people faces as they shook their head at me. Their eyes, full of pity, fueled me to hate the bastard on sight. I made it outside without an actual tear forming. He followed me out grabbing me by the elbow as he spun me around.

  “Baby? I’m sorry. I just, I—”

  I raised my hand to stop him. “It’s okay Jerry. It really is.”

  “Really? You’re not mad at me?” he asked suspiciously.

  “No, I’m not. Like I said, we’re done. I don’t want anything to do with you, Lieutenant Frederickson. You are scum to me; I hope you rot in hell. If you contact me, I will ruin you.” I made my threat, surprised my voice wasn’t trembling as I was.

  I got into my car and drove like a mad woman. At first, I didn’t know where I was going, but then, I ended up at my best friend’s house. I stepped out and knocked on her gigantic door. As I waited, I began pulling the ring from my finger, but it wouldn’t come off. By the time someone opened the door, I was on the verge of a panic attack. I looked up through tears in my eyes as her husband opened the door.

  “It won’t come off,” I said. “It just won’t. Please take it off.” I began to cry like I had lost a kidney or something. Her husband stood there frozen for a moment, wide-eyed as he didn’t know what to do with a hysterically crying woman. He called for his wife.

  “Love!” he yelled but didn’t move from the door as if he was afraid if he touched me I’d break. “Elani! Get down here!”

  “I’m coming!” she yelled back.

  When she finally came to the door, she looked at me as I still pulled on my finger trying to get the ring off.

  Her brown eyes widened. “Oh no, Mickey...” She moved from the door and pulled me into a hug.

  I cried my heart out on her front doorstep as if my cat died and there was nothing that could be done. But, at her door was where I left Lieutenant Jerry Frederickson and the love I thought I had for him. Seven whole years wasted, and I wouldn’t waste another minute on him ever again.

  I took time off work because I truly needed to get it together, but it had been a few days, and I couldn’t miss Paris’ play. I had promised him I would attend if he stuck to it and he really did. It was their own rendition of the love story between Helen of Sparta and Paris. I found it funny he got to play someone with his name. I made sure to look decent and not like the mess I was looking like for the past few days as I made it to the school theatre. I went into the bathroom to make sure my face was void of all Jerry problems.

  I looked myself over in the mirror from head to toe. I wore a simple floral, yellow Cami dress with white sneakers. I didn’t bother putting my hair up in a bun. It was wild and free, with my red highlights showing even more. My curls weren’t tamed due to me not doing a thing, other than putting conditioner in my hair. I let them do what they wanted as the curls stopped around my shoulders.

  I don’t even know why I thought the day would go by as smooth as possible. As soon as I took a seat, focusing on a notification on my phone, a man’s voice, one I will never be able to ever forget again in my life, spoke,

  “Excuse me, baby.”

  I looked up, eyeing him. He wore black loafers that screamed ‘expensive,’ fitted khaki pants topped with a dark blue, polka dot, short sleeve shirt he’d tucked in. I eyed his arms, covered with intricate sleeve tattoos all the way down to his fingers. He had a tattoo that crept up his neck, but not too much.

  I made the mistake of looking up at him.

  Those damn mismatched eyes stole my breath as he stared at me intensely. He had his hair up in a top-knot bun and, dammit, he looked good.

  I forgot I was a woman in mourning, well not mourning, but that’s what I called it. Jerry wasn’t dead, but he was dead to me. Alexander smirked at me watching as I stared at him. I quickly stood to give him space to walk by me. I shouldn’t have done that either. As he moved past me, he rubbed his entire body against mine. I felt
like I’d just been set on fire, being burned alive.

  Throughout the performance, I felt his eyes on me. I tried my best not to turn around. I really wanted to pay attention to Paris and enjoy his portrayal in the play, but I made the error of turning to see if his father was still drilling a hole through the side of my face. I turned to look, and Alexander was facing his son. He smirked as if he knew I was watching him. I felt his leg next to mine, and I looked down as his thigh brushed against mine. I did not want to react, but my body betrayed me. This had never happened to me before. I’d never felt like this with anyone before; this was something new. Something my body accepted, but my brain wasn’t comprehending. I felt him shift. Glancing back in his direction, I looked him in the eye. He was leaning closer to me, instead of paying attention to his son.

  “Are you cold?” He looked down at my hardened nipples and licked his lips. He looked back up at me.

  I blinked. “No?” I answered confused by his question.

  His smirk turned into a full-on smile taking my breath away.

  What the hell is going on here?

  “Are you sure?” he asked again, his tone dropping an octave lower as if my answer aroused him.

  I didn’t understand what was happening. I should have moved away from him, but I narrowed my eyes, wondering what kind of damn spell he had put on me. Why was I acting like this while going through a breakup? Or, maybe my break-up was the reason I was acting like this.

  “Has anyone ever told you, you’re annoying?” I said, rolling my eyes at him.

  Alexander quietly chuckled, not wanting to get anyone else’s attention.

  “Oh, love, I haven’t yet to annoy you. Speaking of annoying…” He began, looking away for a moment toward the stage. He watched his son declare his undying love to Helen of Sparta, then he scowled, looking back at me.

  I watched, not understanding if he was calling his son’s performance annoying or what.