by Marie, Lisa
Desmond Charter needs a change.
Once I’m done and all of my hair is trimmed to the same length as my beard, I stand back and look at the carnage in the sink. It looks like a small animal lives in there. Pulling the garbage can closer, I scoop handfuls of my hair into it and use a rag to remove the whiskers that stick to the porcelain.
My phone rings as I remove the plastic bag from the can. Tying a knot in the end, I look at the caller ID and see Terina’s number. I do not want to deal with her. I knew she was going to be served today with the suits and she’s not going to be happy. Maybe I should have sent a restraining order too.
“Terina,” I answer the phone. No pleasantries.
“What the fuck, Desmond? Entrapment? WHAT THE FUCK? You do know that this won’t hold up in court, don’t you?” she yells the last part into the phone and I barely manage to save my hearing.
“Look, you need to talk to my lawyer. I will not have this conversation with you,” I say to her calmly not wanting to say anything that will come back and bite me in the ass.
“You are a fucking asshole, Desmond Charter. I hope you realize I will be talking to whoever will fucking listen. The poor waitress taken advantage of by a celebrity, left to pick up the pieces of her pregnancy alone.”
“Actually you can’t do that either. I have also sent you a petition for paternity testing. Look, Terina. I suggest you just read everything before you call with threats and accusations. My lawyer has explained everything in detail. If you have any questions about anything listed, CALL HER! Now kindly FUCK OFF!” I stab end call with my fingertip and shake my head. I am going to have to remember to either change my number or go off the grid.
Tossing it on the counter, I pick up the garbage bag and carry it out into the hall to the garbage chute. My cell is ringing again as I enter my apartment. Stalking through the suite, I pick it up and look at the screen.
Lexi.
Nope. Not going to deal with that right now. It can go to voicemail. I toss it back on the counter and grab my keys. I need to fucking escape all this shit. Taking the steps two at a time, I leave the building and hop on my bike. I’m going to the fucking coast.
Hours later, I finally return home to an empty apartment and toss my keys on a box in the living room. In the kitchen, my cell phone’s notification light is blinking. I swipe the screen and see three missed calls, two voicemails and four texts. Rolling my eyes, I walk away from the phone and go climb onto the mattress on the floor in my bedroom. It’s here I realize that I haven’t jerked off in weeks, and I have no desire to do so. This is going to have to be fixed very soon.
Laying here in the dark I think about all the things that have happened in the past few months and I start to laugh at how fucked up I am. If this wasn’t my life, I wouldn’t fucking believe it was real.
Chapter 20
Leaning into my trunk, I’m rearranging the boxes and bags so they fit better when I hear her voice call to me. Slowly, I back out of the trunk and turn to face her. Oh, my God she’s fucking beautiful. Long skirt, little button up blouse, curled hair. She smiles gently at me and begins to chew the inside of her lip.
“Hi, Desmond,” she nearly whispers. Her eyes are glassy and it seems like she might cry any moment.
“The fuck do you want, Lexi? I’m a busy man.” I lean back against my car and cross my arms over my chest. I lift my sunglasses so they rest on the top of my head.
“You look good, Des. I love your hair.”
“Look, I’m not a fucking chick. You don’t need to compliment me. What do you want?” I cross one leg over the other and bite down repeatedly. She looks fucking amazing, and oh man could I go for her lips around my cock right about now.
“Don’t go. Listen, I know I jumped to conclusions. Landyn filled me in and so did Evan. He’s a real fucking dick, isn’t he?” She shifts her weight between her feet and looks at the ground.” I fucked up. Don’t punish everyone else, they don’t deserve for a minute not to have you in their lives.”
“What’s your game, Lexi?” I squint at her, partially to protect my eyes from the bright sunshine and partially to glare at her. “I mean, you want to call me names too? How about threaten to go to tabloid magazines or other media outlets? Or hey, why don’t you just take me where you can be humiliated publicly? Your choice.” I nod in her direction before turning back to the trunk and waving at her dismissively.
“I still love you, Desmond Charter.”
Angrily I push myself off of the car and stalk over to where she’s standing. She suddenly looks afraid of me. Her eyes widen and she stutter-steps back. My nostrils flare as I breathe loudly. Grabbing the nape of her neck, I fist her hair and forcefully take her lips with my own.
My tongue doesn’t have to swipe at her lip for long before she’s granting me complete access. My free hand on her breast, my tongue in her mouth and my other hand holding her fast to me. Her arms reach around me, tugging my shirt, pulling me closer to her. Biting her lip I take her by the hand and drag her into the building’s stairwell. She’s practically running to keep up with my stride.
Staring into her eyes we are both breathing heavily, anticipating the next move. My hands find the edge of her blouse and pull it apart. Buttons fly in all directions and we both laugh as I find her tits with my lips. Licking and sucking, I taste her tits as she gasps and moans against the wall. Her fingers make short work of my belt and buttons. She wraps her soft hands around my hard cock and begins to stroke furiously.
I pull up the long skirt and tuck it into her waistband, before ripping her underwear off of her tight body and tossing them to the floor. Lifting her up, her legs wrap around my hips and I press her back into the wall. Pulling a way slightly, I bury my cock deep into her pussy. Both of us groan with pleasure. My head drops to her collarbone and her head falls back against the brick.
Lexi’s moans egg me on, and I thrust into her desperately seeking release. Her fingers fist my hair and press my face into her tits. Taking full advantage of the position, I lick and nip until my mouth is full of her taste.
Moments later, I’m thrusting deeper. Groaning louder and exploding into her. Everything feels amazing. My blood pumps through my veins and I feel something I haven’t felt in weeks.
Satisfaction.
We look into each other’s eyes and smile. Placing her feet firmly back on the ground, I tuck my cock back in my pants and fix my belt. Turning my back on her, I place my hand on the doorknob and look over my shoulder as she is straightening her skirt. She’s going to be wearing that just fucked look all day.
“So thanks for that, Lexi.” I toss over my shoulder and pull the door open to walk away from her forever. I hear her gasp as the door closes behind me.
I close my trunk and pull the keys from my pocket, when I hear her heels clicking on the cement in rapid succession.
“DESMOND FUCKING CHARTER,” she yells across the parking lot. “What the fuck was that?”
Turning around I raise my hands to the sides and shake my head. “What the fuck do you want from me, Lexi. YOU fucking walked. I’m just supposed to take you fucking back? ”
“But we…”
“Here let me finish that for you.” I change my voice to a higher pitch and bat my eyelashes. “But we just had S-E-X and I thought maybe we could go get an ice cream.” My normal tone returns as I flip her off. “Fuck you, Lexi. It’s all I wanted to do.”
She’s holding her blouse closed and her lips are pursed as she glares at me. “You are an asshole, Desmond. I can’t believe I was coming to tell you I’m sorry.”
“So am I. Now, if you don’t mind. I have nowhere to go.” I climb into the driver’s seat and slam my door. Throwing it into reverse, I watch her in my mirrors as she sadly walks away with her arms hugging her shirt closed, and her head drops in sorrow.
Pulling into traffic, I don’t even look back. The past needs to stay right where it fucking is. Rolling down my window, I turn up the radio and sing along to the so
ng that’s on as I drive down Sunset Boulevard toward something unknown, something different. Away from Los Angeles, away from Terminal, away from Lexi.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Wow… This time last year I was coming close to writing “THE END” on my very first novel, and here I am publishing my third. WOW!
I want to thank my husband for staying married to me during this adventure. I sit here on our anniversary looking at sexy pictures and copying smutty lines from Derailed for teasers, and you are still here. Thank you. I love you.
Dirty Girls! Mary, Kellie, Keri, Caitlin, Erin, Stephanie, April, Brooke, Amy, Jill, Zee, Amanda, Maryann, Shelley, Tawna, Patty, Shaz, Cassandra, Amanda, Jenna, Stacy, Tiffany, Jessica, Jennifer, Kelly, Tristina, Danielle, Donna, Nicole, Beth Ann, Terrill, Christina, Lisa, Penny, Amy, Lela, Carrie, Kat and Kevin. You are all amazing. THANK YOU for your support in my journey.
Team Entertwine. Xavier… marketing QUEEN. Nina…swagamasta. Angie…Bosslady. Kathy Krick… Thank you for making me sound smart! Kim…thank you for making sure I do what Kathy tells me to do. Krystin and Leambra…Pimps extraordinairre! I love you all! Thank you… Again….for tolerating me :)
Phnie. You were my biggest cheerleader this time around. You helped me find Des, you loved and loathed him along with me. Love you sista.
Johnny, thank you so much for the valuable info. You helped me get into Des’ head.
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Excerpt
Chapter One
He walks in with an air of authority. His head held high and his hands on his hips looking around the room. My whole body goes stiff every time I see him and my breath catches in my throat. He has been coming into the restaurant for the last week and every time he does he sits in the same spot and orders the same thing. Nothing special, just whatever our special is for the night. He’s gorgeous with brown hair and tattoos that cover most of his arms. His eyes draw me in as soon as I look at him.
“Welcome back to Frank’s. What can I get you to drink?”
He looks up from the table and says nothing for so long I start to ask my question again. I know he will order the same thing he always does but Frank would shit if I didn’t ask.
“What’s your name?”
“Uh.”
I look to my uniform shirt and realize I don’t have my name tag on today. Maybe that’s why Frank looked like he wanted to chew me out this morning. He sits and waits looking amused.
“Well?”
“Jos… Joslynn.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Jos… Joslynn, my name is Marshall.”
His voice is like pure sex. I can see small freckles scattered all over his face, and his eyes are a deep green. His voice feels so familiar, like I have heard it before, like I should know who he is. I shake my head to clear my thoughts.
“Nice to meet you too, Marshall.”
I’m shocked I can even say a full sentence.
“I’ll have whatever the special is for the day.”
“And your drink?”
“Tea.”
I jot down his order with shaky hands and go to make his drink. I don’t know why he makes me so nervous. It’s not like I don’t see gorgeous men all the time, and I have no problem taking their order. But their voice alone doesn’t make me need new panties. No one has affected me like he does. I get his drink and take it to the table setting it down in front of him. He’s on his cell so my presence isn’t noticed.
Whoever he’s talking to must be in big trouble.
“I don’t care how you get it done just get it done… No…”
I carry on with my orders feeling bad about listening to any of his conversation. I blame it on his sexy, gruff voice. I could sit and listen to him talk for hours and never be sick of hearing him talk.
“Order up, Jos,” Tank yells from the back.
Tank is our cook and the nickname suits him well. He is every bit of seven feet tall and all muscle. His hair is blond, and his eyes tell stories of a lot of sorrow. Frank said he hired Tank one night after seeing him ask for money at the gas station. He didn’t know if he could cook or not, but he said he couldn’t walk away knowing there was some way he could help.
Walking back to Marshall’s table, I see that he is off the phone and the same look of authority he had before is back on his face now as he looks around yet again. I set his food down, and he jumps.
“Sorry just your food,” I say and smile.
Big mistake! His smile just makes his eyes glow more and my body soon forgets that I have other food to give out. He sits there watching me, never saying a word until I shake my head and go about my job. This man coming in every day is going to make things hard for me. I seem to forget how to breathe or walk when he’s here.