Ascending to the 3rd floor, Candace hit the emergency stop button. Shoving Dynamo against the wall, she slammed a right-left punch combination into his midsection. Relishing his melodic wince, she surrendered to him an impassioned kiss. "That kiss was my thank you for a wonderful time. The punches because I know you can't wait to get away from me. All I ask is for one day now and then, and you can't even enjoy it."
Dynamo sat the bags down. His mouth centimeters away from hers, he took her face in his hands. "Don't ever say some bullshit like that. I want you by my side all the time."
“Then why all the huffing and puffing?"
“I can shop in twenty minutes. Yo ass spent five hours or better and still won't finish. If it won't for stores not having yo size, you would've spent well over fifteen thou."
“Who said I didn’t.” Candace retorted. She removed his hand from the elevator emergency stop release button.
She fished through her Chanel handbag. Retrieving a small plastic baggie, she set it to her left nostril. Despite Dynamo's agitation, Candace took a deep inhale. Powder cocaine streaking through her nasal passage into her bloodstream, she shivered from the near-instantaneous energy boost.
Dynamo pressed her against the elevator wall. Glaring into her glossed-over eyes, he spied her throat muscles constricting upon a large swallow. This fluid drain accompanies powder cocaine usage. “Why the fuck can't you stop getting high!"
“Come on, Dy... I put the glass dick down for you. This is nothing."
“Then stop doing it."'
Candace cupped his crotch. Taken by him throbbing against her palm, she licked his mouth. "Admit it... You love what happens to me when I get high."
She kneeled. Unfastening Dynamo’s jeans, she slid his boxers down. She caressed his warm, blood-swollen shaft. His mushroomed helmet longing for her mouth, Candace slowly set her lips upon his dark brown manhood. Cherishing his manly moan, she marveled at the excellence of Dynamo filling her jaws. His hands at the back of her head, leading her saliva trickling bob along his sensual mouth stroke, she eagerly feasts upon his roaring masculinity.
Dynamo, overwhelmed by the euphoria of her deep throat nearly impacting his pubic hairs, howled into nirvana. Candace locked her lips upon his manhood. She relishes a torrential flood of semen streaking along her tongue, down her throat. Savoring the delicacy of his warm, sticky strength, Candace suckled semen residue from the penis slit. She refastened his jeans then stood up. Candace's composure regained; she pressed the emergency stop release button.
The elevator ascending, they partook in light conversation—Bell chiming. Double doors parted. They stepped onto the 3rd floor simultaneously with a cherry red Mercedes SLK 230 Kompressor pulling into a nearby parking space.
Dynamo approaching his Lincoln Navigator, recognized the two emerging white women. He set the bags down and approached the women. Conceding to the redhead's sharp glare, he spoke apologetically. "Maxine, let me start by saying, I'm sorry for that bullshit I tried to do."
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Nanoseconds suddenly long as minutes. Maxine was bombarded by images of what took place inside her & Samantha's Sherwood Forest, Norfolk apartment. She could see herself emerging from the bathroom. Her bathrobe wrapped around her shower refreshed nakedness. Enchanted moans and groans coming from Samantha's room, she was shocked to find a half-naked Dynamo in the hallway instead of KT. She made her way to the kitchen. Agitated by KT's bedding Samantha, Maxine was suddenly grabbed from behind. She struggled to break Dynamo's grasp. She was carried into the living room.
Dynamo, swearing Yolanda, okayed his bedding. Maxine pressed her into the corner between the front door and living room closet. Despite her struggling, he kissed her. Forcing her bathrobe from her shoulders, he pulled his boxers down. Maxine was pressed against the front door. Tears falling. Unable to prevent Dynamo’s manhood from nudging against her womanhood, she wept from the sight of KT charging towards them.
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Maxine’s bottom lip quivering, a lone tear slid down her cheek. "Dynamo, you apologized, now please excuse me.
He unveiled a gift-wrapped shoebox. "I bought this for you."
Honey stood alongside a silent, indecisive Maxine. She accepted the peace offering on her friend’s behalf. Removing the lid, she gawked at a pair of platinum, alligator skin, 6-inch open toe, Christian Louboutin stilettoes, “Maxine, look... these are beautiful."
Maxine took the shoebox. Glimpsing its contents, she extended the shoebox to Dynamo. "Thanks, but I can't accept these."
“Please, I want you to have it. It'll mean the world to me if you let me make amends for our misunderstanding."
“MISUNDERSTANDING! What you tried to do was no fucking misunderstanding!” Maxine threw the shoebox at his feet. A rubber-band bound stack of $100 bills spilling from the discarded stilettoes, she snapped. "You think some damn heels and a couple of benjis can make us right! We were never right! That's why I didn't want your disgusting ass touching me!"
Candace snatched the irate redhead by the arm. "Bitch, you better watch what you say to my man!”
Honey pried Candace’s hand from Maxine's arm. Standing nose to nose with her, she fired off. "You need to be checking your so-called man because Olivia Benson needs to talk to his SVU ass." She jeered, referencing the female detective from the television program Law & Order Special Victim’s Unit.
MacArthur Mall shoppers emerging from the elevator, Dynamo led Candace away. Privy to Honey's fiery scowl, he gathered the stilettoes and cash then said. "Maxine, I am sorry about what happened."
Non-responsive, she simply walked away.
Dynamo watching Honey & Maxine step inside the parking garage elevator, placed the shopping bags inside his Lincoln Navigator. Helping Candace into the passenger seat, he climbed behind the steering wheel. The engine purring with ignition, he gripped the steering wheel so tightly, he unknowingly split several fingernails down to the cuticle.
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Fox Hall Quarters
East Princess Anne Road, Norfolk, Va.
1 hour later
KT entered his marijuana establishment. He found Candace sitting on the sofa with an assortment of shopping bags occupying the far living room corner. A black china plate on her lap, a rolled dollar bill set just inside her right nostril. The opposite end vacuum suctioned a line of powder cocaine. She took a cognac-filled glass down in three gulps.
Candace glossed over eyes, finally acknowledging his presence. She waved intoxicatingly. "Hey K, set 'em straight, T."
“Everything a'ight?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
“Fam sent word I needed to swing through." KT turned towards a familiar creak. Watching Dynamo emerge from the bedroom area, he accepted four cash cluttered, jumbo Ziplock bags. "Damn ace, how much is this?"
"$26,880." Dynamo, retrieving a half-smoked cigarillo from the ashtray, plop down in the recliner. Flame set, he took a slow drag. Able to feel a set of eyes pondering his every move, he spoke without looking up. “That's all I called you for."
Bewildered, KT eyed him suspiciously. "You sure that's it?"
“Yep. Me and Candace ran through four pounds today. And I remember what you said about not keeping too much cash and Kush in the spot together."
“I feel you there. But yawl looks like somebody yawl love just got they cabbage twisted in this bitch." KT gazed upon Candace. "Especially you... all them bags, I know my dude blew a small fortune on yo sexy ass. But you look like you about to bungee jump without a cord."
Candace smirked. "I'm so high, I can't move."
Dynamo crushed the cigarillo roach. "Fam, the Kush starting to run low."
"Remember that thing I told you about? I'm doing it tonight." KT laid forth.
“Just don't forget to drop that off."
Leaving the apartment, KT pulled his Oldsmobile Ciera out of the Fox Hall Quarters apartment parking lot. Confident he was driving towards what was tantamount to the beginning of a world redefining event.
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Waverly Way
Villa Heights, Norfolk
7:15 pm later same night
Returning home, KT added the money Dynamo gave to his life savings. He was ecstatic by how much money his marijuana distribution hub was racking in. Disrobing, he followed the sound of a running shower in the upstairs distance. Stepping into the steam, mist consumed master bathroom, he took a moment to truly appreciate the tall, curvaceous silhouette behind the shower curtain.
All KT could see was a level of love never experienced. Sweaty palms love—accelerated heartbeat, love. Parch throat love. Love that merely watching her do the simplest things awash him with nervousness.
The silhouette called out to him. "Baby, that better be you." The shower curtain eased aside; Angel allowed him to enter. "Baby, you scared me."
KT stroked her shower-soaked hair. Sampling her moist lips, he kissed until her legs buckled against his mere touch. "All I could think about was getting back to you."
"You miss your Angel that much?"
The shower water cascading, he took her shower gel soaped sponge. Starting at Angel’s chin, he ran the sponge along her angelic nakedness. He caressed her shoulders. Arms. Oblique. KT, massaging her breasts and abdomen, kneeled. He bathed her legs. Angel turned around, allowing him to wash her backside. KT rinsed her off. Yet, he stalled her attempt to return the sensual bath.
Again, kneeling on the bathtub floor, he spread Angel’s legs. At home between her thighs, he cupped her buttocks then smooched her womanly, shower damp folds. KT, disregarding her enchanted plea for him to cease & desist, took her womanhood into his mouth. His left index finger eased inside her, his come-hither finger upstroke stimulated her G-spot. His mouth fondling her clitoris, he savored Angel’s accumulating natural moisture. She pressed his face deeper into her honeypot. Her loins trembled against his intensifying suckle.
Angel’s pelvis convulsing. Propped against the tile, shower-slick wall, she wailed from the euphoria of her conquered orgasm.
KT licked her honeypot clean
Befuddled, she pulled her conqueror to his feet and asked. "Baby, what got into you?"
“All I could think about was tasting yo cum.”
"I want you inside me."
KT declined the invite. “Beautiful, we need to get ready to ride out."
"We got time.”
“Time you liable to waste just getting ready."
Angel grabbed the tub faucet with both hands. Bent over, back arched, she pouted seductively. "Please don’t deny us this."
"Yo sexy-self make me sick." KT kissed her spine. Hands at her waist. With the spraying shower head splashing his chest, he marveled at the feel and contrast of him squeezing inside her light caramel utopia. He took Angel from behind.
Her snug loins accepting his thickness, with every slow, angled stroke, KT felt his love deepen. With his manhood still inside her, he stood Angel upright. Pressed against her backside, he wrapped his left arm around her waist. His right hand fondling her womanhood, KT suckled her shower-slick neck. His angled stroke met her sensual hip sway.
Angel cried. "Ooooh, baby... I feel you ready. Give it to me. It’s mine."
Every inch of their existence conjoined in ecstasy. Howling into ultimate nirvana, they succumb to a simultaneous aura redefining orgasm.
KT regaining his composure, refused her sensual bath. "We already took too much time."
“Baby, you not right at all. What you just put me through, you could at least let me wash you off."
“Don't we have somewhere to be? Now go ahead and start getting ready. Hopefully, by the time you finished, I'll be finished too."
Sulking, Angel stepped from the shower.
Twenty minutes later, KT found Angel in their bedroom moisturizing her skin. He kissed her shoulder. "Beautiful, how come you here?"
“What kind of question is that?"
“I'm sure you thought about it. Just tell me what you came up with."
Angel watched him moisten his body with liquid Vitamin E. "I don't believe in love at first sight. But when you lied to Dynamo just to get me away from him on those Norfolk State library steps, I knew you were slick. After our first date, I figured what the hell. My life has never been the same."
“You found your king?"
“Khalid Nikita, yes... you are my king."
KT suckled her neck. Nibbling her earlobe, he whispered. "Hurry up before we are late."
Each man is the architect of his own destiny
-Richard Brinsley Sheridan 1751-1816
CHAPTER 19
Being a husband is a whole time job.
That is why so many husbands fail.
They cannot give their entire attention to it
-Arnold Bennett 1867-1931
Bennigan's Restaurant
Military Hwy, Norfolk
9 pm later same evening
KT escorted Angel through the tinted glass double doors into the near-capacity-filled Restaurant. Impressed by sensual lighting and light chatter, he approached the hostess. "Two for the Davis party."
The hostess confirmed the reservation. "Two of your party are already present." Accepting a $20 tip, she led the couple into the 5-star restaurant.
KT glowed with an appreciation of his fellow male patrons openly ogling his Angel. How her long, dark hair fell over her sensual shoulders. Her enchanted sashay paid homage to the purple, satin Von Dutch backless cocktail dress & gold, 4-inch Christian Louboutin heels. His arm around her waist, KT smooched her cheek. Whispering, he said. "Don't overeat, cause when we leave, I'm getting all up in them sexy guts."
Angel plucked his chin. "Please don't let the wrong people hear you talking to me like that."
Approaching their reserved booth, the hostess placed two more menus on the table. Once the hostess took leave, KT & Angel were greeted warmly by her parents. Everyone took their seats and placed their orders. While the Davises enjoined sirloin steak dinners over Clos DuVal red wine, KT & Angel shared shrimp & lobster platters over glasses of Chateau Laffite white wine.
The dessert cart approaching, Angel tapped her fork against her wine glass. "Nothing can truly describe the love I have for everyone here. Momma, poppa... thank you a million times for accepting me as your daughter. Lord knows I was a handful." She placed a silver lid-covered plate on the table. "Happy ninth wedding anniversary."
Mr. Davis removed the lid. His eyes as large as billiard cues, he gawked astonishingly. "Wow... Tickets to Rome!"
“Round trip, first class." A gleeful KT clarified. "Your lovely wife said you always wanted to visit the Vatican. For allowing me to love your daughter despite my faults, that's the least we could do."
The waitress, following earlier prepaid instructions, ignored everyone's request for a slice of strawberry cheesecake. Instead, she placed a large box of Milk Duds in the middle of the table.
Angel eyed the waitress bewilderingly. "What's that?"
"The world's favorite movie-time treat."
“Do it look like we're at the theatre?"
KT slipped the waitress a $50 bill. Watching her depart, he looked to the Davises. "Please tell your bullhead daughter to just enjoy the dessert."
Mrs. Davis slid the box to her daughter. "Darling, we know how much you love those, so dig in."
Apprehensive, Angel reluctantly opened the box. Instead of Milk Duds chocolate candy, a small velvet box slid into her palm. Her heart in her throat, she lost her breathing pattern. Angel was helped from the table. Her eyes watered watching a dark blue Neiman Marcus suit, gold Stacy Adams loafers adorn KT go down on one knee.
He kissed the hand of an Angel. His eyes ascending to meet hers, he peered into the tinted, daisy green windows to her soul. "Beautiful... I know my world isn't the ideal place, but I can't imagine any world without you. From the first time I laid eyes on you, my heart was yours." A lump formed in his throat. At the emotional threshold of no return, KT swallowed his fear. "Even when you don't have to, you love me as is.
All my good and bad alike." He took the box and unveiled a platinum, 5 carats, pinkish-yellow, emerald cut diamond ring. "Angel Anita Davis... will you please add Garrison to your name by becoming my wife?"
"Yes, yes yes yes yes... I will! Gawd, yes, I will!" Sobbing, an emotionally overwhelmed Angel pledged for all the world to bear witness.
The restaurant erupted in applause. The engagement ring slid onto her left ring finger; Angel snatched KT into her arms. Their conjoined mouths & pirouetting tongues signified the beginning of forever.
Mr. Davis held his weeping wife in his arms. Watching the newly engaged couple finally conclude a seemingly eternity-long kiss, he spoke so only KT could hear. "Son, some time ago, I trekked along the same path you're on and spent seven years in prison because of it. You love our daughter. That's obvious. You came to me and sought my approval. As her father, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you as a man."
KT nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Mr. Davis eyed him sternly. "But before my daughter walks down the aisle, you walking away from this life."
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Meanwhile...
A gray Ford Economic Van pulled into the apartment building parking lot with a blue Chevy Lumina trailing. The side door slid open, eight, dark fatigue, outfitted men stepped into the evening night. The location was again verified. Equipment was situated, instructions were reiterated. Two men secured the rear of the building, while two more men secured the front. The remaining four breached the apartment building hallway door. Rubber-soled Hi-Tech boots ascending carpeted stairs. The lead dark fatigue outfitter pressed his ear against the lone upstairs apartment door. Greeted by the murmur of moans & groans, he accepted a weighty, handheld battering ram. His companions holding Heckler & Koch MP-5 submachine guns at the ready, he began a silent countdown...
3...2... 1...
He slammed the battering ram into the door, between the doorknob and deadbolt lock. The frame shattered, and the locks splintered. The ruined door collapsing inward, the four dark, fatigue, outfitted men stormed inside the residence. “NORFOLK POLICE, SEARCH WARRANT!"
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