Sweet Giselle

by Karen P. Williams

  My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. My heart sped up. Giovanni looked, then carried on as if he didn’t hear the vibration. I tried to keep a normal expression on my face and to not look as anxious as I felt to check my phone to see if it was Bryce.

  “I don’t know what to do to make you not hate me, but, baby, I’m taking steps to restore your faith in me again. The day before yesterday, I went to see that specialist that I told you about before at Cedars-Sinai. They ran a few tests, and they are going to get back to me about why I have not been able to get you pregnant. I think it is a good idea for you to go as well. I know the last thing on your mind right now is a baby, but if you would at least think about it.”

  I nodded. Anything to get him out of my face. But as moments passed after I nodded, I realized that would be the positively worst thing that could happen. I had no intention at all of staying with my husband, so getting pregnant would be really, really bad. Also, as far as I was concerned, no baby was safe around someone like him. But I couldn’t tell him this. I tried to keep the dread I felt at the thought of that happening off my face.

  He bent over and kissed my lips before leaving the room.

  As soon as the door to our bedroom closed, I snatched up my cell. I had a new text message. I read the text. It was from Bryce. It read:

  If you can get away, meet me at Puddingstone in San Dimas

  The thought of seeing Bryce excited me beyond measure and cheered me up. I couldn’t wait. I missed being around Bryce all the time, like I used to be, before he sent me back to my husband. The perks of the mansion were no longer perks, and I would be perfectly content in the house Bryce had had me in. I was willing to take the risk to see him again, even if it was for a few hours.

  I wasted no time. I rushed into our adjoining bathroom and took a quick shower. I dried off and then, naked, went into my walk-in closet. I chose a sexy, slinky black Prada dress and a pair of Gucci sling-back heels to match. I went to my panty drawer and pulled out a sexy hot pink thong and a matching polka-dot hot pink and white bra. I threw these on the bed, rubbed my body down with baby oil, and sprayed on some Chanel. Then I pulled my clothes on. I brushed my hair all the way back and placed it in a ponytail that hung at my nape. I put on my shoes, grabbed my purse and phone, and walked as fast as I could in my heels to the door.

  I opened the door and damn near collided with my husband. I screamed.

  “Are you okay?” he asked me, wrapping his arms around me.

  I pulled away. “You scared me. And I thought you had left already.”

  “I was on the way outside, and the doctor called me, so I came back. Are you leaving?”

  “Why are you questioning me?”

  “You’re my wife.”

  I thought of a lie. “I’m going to Burke Williams.”

  He started at me for a moment, like he didn’t believe me. I didn’t care if he did or not. But something about his eyes, and something about how silent he was, made me a little nervous. Then he gave me a smile and said, “Have a good time, baby. With all you have been through, you deserve to be pampered.”

  I sighed, relieved. Then in the same breath, I said, “What do you want?”

  “I came back to tell you that I made us both appointments for Wednesday. They just want to take a few blood and urine samples from you and run a few tests. Is that okay, Giselle?”

  “Fine.” I was going to agree to whatever to get out of the house to see Bryce.

  Before I could walk past him, he grabbed me and gave me a hug, saying, “I think a baby is just what we need to bring us close together, the way we used to be.” Then he kissed me.

  I kissed him back, playing along.

  Once he released me, he said, “I’ll walk with you, baby.”

  I huffed out an impatient breath as he followed me like a puppy dog.

  Once we made it outside, Giovanni took my keys from me, kissed one of my hands, and gave the keys to the groundsman to bring out my Range. He parked it next to Giovanni’s and had the engines running in both.

  I nodded at the groundsman and hopped inside my truck as he held my door open for me.

  “Have a good time, baby,” Giovanni said as he got into his matching Range.

  I ignored him and wasted no time. Once the groundsman closed my door, I drove to the gate. As I waited for the gate to open up, I pulled out my phone and called Bryce.

  “What’s up, baby?”

  “I’m on my way to you, Bryce.”

  “Okay. We got number seventeen. Hurry up.”

  The gate opened, and I drove out.

  “What are you going to do to me when I get there?”

  He chuckled. His voice got husky, and he said, “I’m going to eat your cake like it’s your birthday.”

  Sensations swept through my pussy. I couldn’t get to him fast enough. I wanted to taste Bryce, and I wanted him to taste me. I turned on the iPod installed in my truck and tuned it to Musiq Soulchild’s “So Beautiful.”

  I couldn’t wait to see Bryce again.

  Once I made it to Puddingstone, one of the staff escorted me to our hot tub. The moment I walked inside, Bryce came walking toward me. I threw myself in his arms and hugged him so close. Truly, I knew I loved him. He had all my love. My husband didn’t have any more of it.

  I kissed Bryce on the lips repeatedly. “It’s so good to see you, baby.”

  He returned my kisses and said between them, “I know.”

  I pulled away and looked around the room. “What is all this, Bryce?” There was a bottle of Patrón sitting on top of the Jacuzzi. Rose petals were scattered around the room. And the Jacuzzi looked so damn inviting. Couldn’t get better than this.

  “Get undressed and get in,” he said as he pulled off his white T-shirt.

  “Okay.” I pulled off my clothes until I was nude. I smiled as Bryce paused while taking off his own clothes to watch me.

  I slowly walked over and slid into the Jacuzzi. I watched him pull off his shoes, which were a pair of Timberland boots, a pair of Seven blue jeans, and his boxers. I was reminded that Bryce had such a nice body. Big arms, a wide chest, and some serious abs. Damn. His dick was already hard and was bobbing into his stomach as he walked over and joined me in the Jacuzzi. Once he got in, we were some distance from one another.

  He eyed my breasts, which were visible in the water.

  I grabbed the Patrón and sipped from the bottle. The heat instantly swept through my throat when I swallowed the liquid. I then swam closer to him. He placed an arm around my shoulders, so that my head was resting on his chest.

  “How you feeling?” he asked me.

  The Patrón immediately started taking effect. I held the bottle up to his lips so he could take a sip.

  Then I kissed him.

  “This is nice,” I told him, pulling away.

  “After what you gave me a few weeks ago ...”

  I laughed. He was referring to my lap dance. I had actually taken a class to learn that, but I didn’t want to tell Bryce that. I wanted him to think it was a talent I had.

  “So any request tonight?” I asked.

  “You taking requests?”

  “I’d give you anything,” I told him. When he looked in my eyes, they confirmed what I said. I meant it.

  He bit his bottom lip and said, “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

  I kissed him on his lips and got out of the hot tub. I went over to the two chairs in the room. I positioned one of the chairs so it was in front of the Jacuzzi, facing Bryce.

  I then sat in the chair and spread my legs apart so he got a full view of my pussy. I rubbed my hands down my chest and grabbed both my breasts in my hands, moaning loudly, as Bryce watched from the Jacuzzi. I licked my fingertips and rolled them around my nipples in a slow fashion, making them hard. While continuing to play with them, I took my free hand and ran it down my body, letting it rest in front of my pussy. I parted it and rubbed a finger along my clit in a circular motion, making myself so hot.
I pinched my nipples more harshly, then began to stroke in and out of my pussy, all while rotating my hips in a circular motion. I did all of this while watching Bryce’s actions. He was stroking his dick in the Jacuzzi and looking super turned on.

  I continued in this fashion, driving myself and him crazy, until I heard, “Get over here.”

  I laughed and continued what I was doing, watching him as he stroked his dick with more urgency. I finger banged myself faster, making myself super-duper wet. “But I’m just getting started.”

  “Giselle, baby, please.”

  I continued until he again commanded, “Get over here.”

  When I stood and walked back over to the Jacuzzi, he reached out with his strong arms and yanked me in. Before I could move, he shoved me against the Jacuzzi wall, spread my legs open, and shoved his dick inside of me.

  I moaned and closed my eyes as the pleasure of his dick engulfed my insides.

  “You wanted to play with me.” He started stroking harder inside of me and placed one of my legs over his shoulders.

  I dug my fingers in his back as he dipped in and out of me. He started licking my nipples; then his mouth found mine. I used my tongue to lick around his lips.

  He bit on my bottom lip gently before saying, “Giselle, I know I hurt you when I did this the last time, but I want to make up for that now, if you let me. If you trust me.”

  I knew what he was talking about.

  I turned around, leaned over the rim of the Jacuzzi, and let him spread my butt cheeks.

  He first kissed and licked my pussy from behind, making me cry out loudly, while at the same time sticking his finger in and out of my asshole, and I liked it. I anticipated what it would feel like to have him in there, inside of me.

  Soon I felt him position his dick at my hole. It pinched a little as he put the tip of himself inside. He repeated this several times before I felt myself open up and him push himself farther inside. I moaned loudly at the sensations I felt. It was a pleasure beyond words. Bryce plunged in real slow. He gripped my breasts in his hands possessively. I turned my face so I could kiss him but found I was too weak with how good it felt to move my lips against his. His dick felt so fat, felt so big. I could feel myself nutting and nutting. I moaned loudly. When Bryce released my breasts to play with my clit, all while fucking me in my ass, I started screaming as an orgasm that seemed unreal made me feel like I was floating and it made me squirt. It really had a hold of me. That shit wouldn’t let me go.

  After our session, we cleaned ourselves up. They had no shower, so we did the best we could. Bryce managed to make a pallet for us to lie on. He rested on his back, and I lay on my side with my head on his chest.

  “This was really sweet. Thank you, Bryce.”

  “With the type of man I’m competing with to get your affection, your love, Giselle, a nigga like me is trying to step it up a notch.”

  Did he really think he had to compete with Giovanni? My husband meant nothing to me. It didn’t matter how much more money he had in his possession. Didn’t matter how much jewelry or how many bags he bought for me. That love I once had for Giovanni was gone.

  So I told Bryce, “You don’t ever have to compare yourself to him. That man is no longer a factor in my heart.”

  That had him smiling. “Then who is?”

  “You don’t know by now? You. I love you.” It was the first time I had said those words to Bryce. I meant it. I really did. I was in love with Bryce. I thought about him all the time. I wondered what he was doing and if he was safe. I never wanted to leave his side. The thought of doing so always had me down. Yep. It was love.

  He chuckled. “I never thought I’d hear you say that shit.”

  “And I never thought that I would. But that’s what it is. It’s love.”

  “I love you, too, baby.”

  I kissed his lips. There were other things that I wanted to say and ask him. Like how we were going to fix this situation. But before I could ask, Bryce started talking.

  “I’m handling a few things. And if they work out, I’m retiring from this shit for good.”

  “That’s good, Bryce. What made you decide to do that?”

  “Funniest thing. Of all things to stop slanging dope for, I’m doing it for a woman. Her name is Giselle. She makes me feel like I got the potential to do better things.”

  I laughed, and he hugged me tighter against him.

  “When everything dies down completely, and I finish up my business, you know you going to have to leave him, right?”

  “And what am I supposed to do? I have no home or money of my own.”

  “That part you not going to have to worry about. Like I said, I’m working on a few things. I can’t imagine this new life without you in it.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “That I love you. More than I have ever loved any other woman. And it’s starting to be a problem for me, sending you back to him. Not keeping you with me.”

  Jesus Christ, it felt good to hear that!

  “Just give me a little time to get my shit together and you won’t have to spend another night with that sick muthafucka. But for you to stay with me now and not go back, it would reopen that war with him, which I don’t need for the shit I’m trying to do.”

  “What are—”

  “Can’t tell you that. Just trust me, baby.”

  I wished I could speed the process up by getting rid of Giovanni. I still wanted to go to Hank, and I wanted to see what DVD I could get out of Giovanni’s office. But only Giovanni had a key to it. I hoped I was able to get it and Giovanni wouldn’t be an issue. I smiled at Bryce, but truthfully, there were more questions that I wanted to ask. I had fears as well. How were we going to do this, and what about my brother? Would he be able to come with us? Were these things he was trying to do dangerous? But something about the way he held on to me and kissed me made me feel like Bryce had everything under control.

  For the moment, I was just content having that day and lying in his arms ... for the moment.

  Chapter 20

  I had washed up at the Puddingstone, but I knew I needed to take a shower. I still felt sticky between my thighs. This was where the dread came in. I always had a feeling of apprehension that my husband would discover I went to see Bryce on one of my outings. So I had to play it cool. Because I knew Giovanni would do something treacherous to Bryce and me if he found out.

  As soon as Nisa opened the front door, I rushed past her, on a mission, and jumped when I saw my husband standing at the top of the spiral staircase. I regained my composure and walked up the stairs, not giving him any eye contact.

  He had a very agitated look on his face. When I tried to walk past him, he said, “I called you eight times on your phone.”

  “The battery is dead,” I lied. “So I had left it in the car.”

  “My parents are here. They brought us dinner from Morton’s.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

  “I tried to. The eight times I attempted to call you.”

  I ran a hand through my hair. “Well, give me a few minutes to shower and freshen up.” I rubbed the inside of my thigh with the other. Sticky. I hoped he couldn’t smell Bryce on me.

  “No. They have waited long enough for you.”

  I sighed, turned around, and stomped down the stairs. I walked past the living room and down the hall to the dining room. Bryce’s mother and father were already seated, and by the looks of their plates, they had already eaten. So had Giovanni.

  “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad,” I greeted.

  I blew them both kisses before walking past them, sitting down, and tossing my purse on the arm of the chair. My husband sat next to me.

  His mother looked surprised and said, “No kisses, Giselle? No hugs? We haven’t seen you in, like, forever, since you decided you wanted to tour Italy.”

  Giovanni had mentioned that he didn’t want them to worry. So he told them that I had been out of the country all this time. Despite
hating Giovanni, I loved his parents.

  “You know I love you guys. But you don’t want this dragon breath on you,” I revealed.

  They both laughed and accepted that.

  Giovanni looked infuriated.

  The cook came out and sat a plate in front of me. It held a huge porterhouse steak, some mashed sweet potatoes, and asparagus tips. I was not hungry, so I picked at the food. Again, I hoped they couldn’t smell Bryce. Or smell the after cum threatening to ooze out of me.

  “Giovanni, what happened with your appointment?” his mother asked.

  “Well, they called me this morning to have me come in for a follow-up. Giselle and I are going there on Wednesday to hear my results and to have some tests run on her.”

  Giovanni’s mother looked at me. “Are you excited, Giselle?”

  “Not really.”

  Giovanni’s dad looked surprised by my comment, while his mother looked confused.

  “Why not, honey?” she asked.

  “Well, I’m not too sure that I want kids anymore.” Truthfully, I wanted kids, just not with him.

  Giovanni gripped one of my thighs under the table. “I think she means she doesn’t know if she wants a girl or a boy.”

  I bit my lip to keep from commenting further.

  “Oh, okay. Well, I cannot wait until you have a baby that I can spoil. Right, honey?” said Giovanni’s mother.

  Giovanni’s father nodded. He never said much but always watched. It usually made me nervous, but today I didn’t care.

  My cell phone rang. It made my heart speed up, because Giovanni had caught me in a lie. I bit my bottom lip.