“Relax darling,” he says in an attempt to hush me. He begins to move himself in and out of me, giving me just enough to satisfy my little lady’s need for penetration, as I lose my anal virginity to his finger.
Once it’s halfway in, he begins to move at a pace I’m more familiar with, stroking my little lady with his erection and my anus with is pinky. It feels so . . . so good . . . no . . . it feels great. Every inch of my skin is synthesized, my body is hungry for relief but I don’t want Heath to stop. He can do everything he’s doing, at this moment, all night long.
“How does it feel darling?” He asks through his rough breathing.
“Mmmmmm,” I let out a rushed moan. Words cannot describe what I am feeling right now. I arch my back allowing deeper access to everything. I’ve never considered anal sex before but it’s not bad at all. It may just be one of the best feelings I’ve ever had. My body starts to climb and tighten and my knees buckle a little bit. Heath begins to stroke me a little harder and faster, leading me to my coital destiny. In no time, my orgasm rips right through me making me cry out his name and as it does, he pulls his finger out of me making yet another orgasm run through me. The last one was more powerful than ever before. He grabs me at my hips and begins to pump me harder in search of his own climax. I can hear his harsh breathing as he continues to make love to my wrung out body. After a moment he stills and I can feel the warm liquid of his orgasm filling my little lady. He pulls himself out of me and starts to run his erection between my behind, telling me how much I’m going to love what he’s going to do to me. He leaves out of the room to go downstairs and comes back with a bottle of water for me.
“Drink this, you’ll appreciate me in the morning, I promise,” he says.
I do as I’m told without a word said. When I’m finished, he helps me into bed, both of us still naked. I lay my head with my still wet hair on his chest. He doesn’t seem to mind. Before I doze off, he says, “Thank you, Alicia, for letting me know that it’s still ok to be me.”
I let out a tired sigh against his chest. “Thank you for showing me it’s ok to relax and unwind a little,” I say.
“I love you Alicia.”
“I love you, too, Heath. More than anything in this world. I promise I will be your wife someday soon.”
And then I’m fast asleep.
***
“Alicia, if I may ask; why are you wearing this weave when you have the most beautiful hair of your own?” Vikki, the hairstylist that Heath hired to do my hair, asks. She has milky dark skin with beautiful big eyes and high cheek bones. She’s wearing red lipstick, which is something many women her complexion can’t pull off.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been asked that before. My ex-husband liked the weave and I guess it just grew on me,” I answer honestly.
“Are you willing to at least try to wear your natural hair? I think Mr. St. James will love it. Your hair is beautiful.”
“Um, sure, as long as we keep it professional.”
“It’ll be . . . versatile. You can wear it anywhere.”
After what feels like hours of washing, cutting, highlighting, drying, and even applying makeup, Vikki finally turns me around and presents the new and improved Alicia McAllister. My hair is black with light brown highlights all over, boasting my loose natural curls cut so that they stop just above my shoulders. She has threaded my eyebrows and applied a beautiful shade of eye shadow to them and even surprised me with pink lipstick, which I love almost more than my hair.
I thank her and then get out of the chair and reach for my wallet to pay her but she says that Heath already gave her far more than the services she provided me. I hug her and tell her I’ll be back in two weeks and then leave out in route of the elevator to go home. I can’t find Heath when I walk in the house, so I go into the closet and change into a pair of blue skinny jeans, a pink long-sleeved shirt, because it’s getting a little too cool for my liking here, and a pair of pink BCBG flats because my feet are still killing me from last night. Vikki already did my makeup, so now I’m ready to go.
When I walk out of the closet, I’m met with a surprised expression from Heath. He looks shocked for a moment and then a big wide smile plays across his face.
“Do you like it?” I ask nervously.
“Oh darling, I love it. It’s you. It’s much better than that stuff you were wearing.” He walks up to me and pulls me into a big hug. “Please don’t change back to the weave. Your real hair is much more beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “Come, Ada and Chauncey are waiting on us.
***
Daniel, the doorman, is bringing our things upstairs because I’m dog-tired. Ada has the energy of a sixteen-year-old when it comes to shopping and it doesn’t help that I still have a slight hangover and my body is sore from last night’s events. On the other hand, I was able to get everything I needed; sheets, duvets, curtains, pillows and any other decorations I could think of. Let’s not forget a new pair of Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, and Dior stilettos. Heath is upset because I paid for everything, but I told him that I needed to do it so I don’t lose sight of who I am.
Ada and Chauncey are staying with us until school starts back up in a couple of weeks, so I made us some tea and served the scones that Albert made and we talked and laughed until it was time for bed. I must admit after seeing how well Heath and Ada get along, I’m jealous that I don’t have siblings of my own.
***
It’s Monday morning and I feel refreshed because I slept the day away yesterday. Now I’m ready for business. The only thing that’s different about me is my hair and makeup. I’m wearing a beige pant suit with my brown Jimmy Choo peep toes and matching brown Hermes bag. Heath escorts me to the door in an effort to fight off cameramen that are waiting on me.
I walk in and I’m greeted by Kate the receptionist. I smile back politely and she stops me at her desk.
“Miss McAllister, I’d love to walk in your shoes for one day,” she says in an admiring tone.
I chuckle, “What exactly do you mean by that?” I ask when I see the latest issue of The Sun on her desk with a picture of me and Heath kissing on the dance floor at the club we went to on Friday night, and photos from our shopping date on Saturday under the headline, “He Chose Her!”
“You’re the queen of the investment world and you’re dating the hottest man on the planet. How do you do it? What’s your strategy?”
“My strategy?” I ask sounding confused. “I don’t have a strategy. I’ve worked very hard to get into this position. Not letting anything get in the way of what I ultimately wanted. Heath is just an added bonus; he fits into a different equation but I must say I am a very lucky woman. He’s a great guy.”
“I can tell,” she says looking at the magazine cover out of the corner of her eye.
“You shouldn’t believe everything in those crap magazines. I can’t help you date Heath, but if you have an interest in moving up in the company, send an updated copy of your resume to HR and maybe I can get you a paid internship as an investment advisor.”
“I’d love that,” she says bright-eyed.
“Then it’s settled. Have a good week Kate.”
“Thank you,” she says as I walk off. “Love the hair by the way.”
I turn around and wink at her just before I get on the elevator.
When I make it to my floor, I say good morning to Carolina who looks relaxed and much prettier because she’s wearing the makeup and clothes that I purchased for her.
“Good morning, I love what you’ve done with your hair,” she says with a smile.
“What do you have for me today?” I ask, returning her smile.
“Well, you have a meeting with all of the advisors from eleven until noon, a conference call with Mr. Stansbury and all of the Senior Vice-Presidents at three, and the client you met this weekend at a restaurant you dined in is here to see you,” Carolina says ever the professional.
“I didn’t meet a client this weekend,” I say tryin
g to recall any conversation I’ve had this weekend.
“He has one of your cards and he says he was told to come here and only speak with you. He’s in the waiting room.”
“Ok, give me a second to get myself settled in and I will call you when I’m ready to meet with him.” I go into my office, put my things away, start up my computer and then check my emails for any indication of who may be here to meet me. I check the website to make sure Albert has not been released from jail and let out a sigh of relief when I’ve confirmed that he is still there. After five minutes
of failed research, I give up and have Carolina send the mystery client in.
A few moments later, the door swings open to reveal that my mystery client is not a mystery at all; it’s David. He’s wearing a black fitted suit with a purple shirt and white tie, and I can smell his cologne from the distance between us; it’s Mount Blanc. His hair is cut in that Mohawk that makes him look younger and sexier, and if I’m not mistaken, it looks like he’s been hitting the gym a little more. I briefly reminisce over the life I once had with him and then end it quickly when I think about why we broke up.
“Good morning Miss McAllister,” he says coming in and shutting the door.
“David, why are you here?” I ask annoyed as ever.
“To do an investment. Didn’t your assistant tell you that?”
“What name did you give her because there is no way you would have gotten past her with your real name?” I press my forehead to try to relieve some of the tension that is starting to build up.
“You look good Alicia,” he says. So does he, he looks almost edible but I will never tell him that, instead I employ my patented poker face.
“Alright, let’s get down to business because I have a meeting in a couple of hours.” I really don’t want him here, but I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to make money for my company.
“Do you miss me?” He asks in that Barfield arrogance I really don’t miss.
“No, not really. Would you like to hear about any of the promotional investments we have going on?” I’m all business.
“Alicia, I’m having a hard time accepting that you’ve moved on. It hurts me to see you on the tabloids appearing as in love as you seem.” He sounds sad, but I don’t deter away from the reason he says he’s here.
“I’m still licensed in the states and I ran across some companies that have just went public and have a huge potential to have their stock grow and spit rapidly. I can go over those with you, as well.” I wish he would get mad and walk out.
He stands and walks around my desk and stands in front of me. I roll my chair back and stand and put my hands up defensively.
“David, if you came here to do an investment I can help you. If not, you can leave quietly or I will call security.”
He takes a step closer and I am instantly caught in the spell of his warmth and smell of the cologne I bought him. He grabs my arms and looks me in my eye. “You can act like you don’t give a damn about me all you want, Alicia, but I know that’s a lie. We have a history . . . we share a past that you and Heath St. James will never share. I’m still in love with you and I’m not going to stop fighting until I feel like giving up.” With those words, his mouth is on mine and he’s trying to force my lips open with his tongue. I push away and slap him as hard as I can across his cheek. He laughs as if that is what he wanted me to do.
“Get the fuck out,” I say sternly.
There is a knock on my door and I tell whoever it is that they can come in.
“Darling, you left your wallet in the car, it must have fallen out of your bag.” I hear Heath say.
Oh shit!
My eyes are still on David who is smiling and wiping the lipstick off his face because he notices Heath. I look over at Heath, his face is calm and relaxed, but it’s his eyes that give him away. It’s as if they are saying “which one of them should I kill first?”
“Alicia, is everything alright?” He asks looking back and forth between David and me.
“Yes, honey, everything is fine. Mr. Barfield was just leaving,” I say with every ounce of calm I can manage.
His eyes soften towards me as he registers what I’ve said and then looks at David. “Mr. Barfield, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Heath says extending his hand to shake David’s. “I didn’t think we were going to see one another until this weekend.”
“Well, I came in early to check on some of my investments and see what I can do about getting a little more,” David says. His arrogance is radiating, and I can almost swear that he’s referring to me as his investment.
“And with all of the advisors that Stansbury has to offer, you had to choose Miss McAllister?” Heath is cool. Too cool.
“Well you know, she’s always been the person I work with when it comes to my money, she’s the only person I can trust in situations like this,” David says. There is a plea embedded in that statement.
“Well,” I interject, “Mr. Barfield, I’m not comfortable working with you after the stunt you just pulled. If you’re really interested in investing, I can get my assistant to make you an appointment with one of the other advisors this morning.” I’m firm with him. He had no business forcing his lips on me.
“Oh come on Alicia,” David says. “How long are you going to put on this charade? You know that you still love me. Okay, I messed up, how many times do I have to apologize to you? How long are you going to keep me in the doghouse?”
“David, you’re an intelligent man and you should know that I’m in no way trying to punish you for anything.” I take a step closer to Heath and he puts his arm around me. “I’ve moved on and I hope you can do the same. I’m in love with Heath. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care about you, but I’m not in love with you anymore. I’m sorry.” My tone was intended to be sympathetic, but he’s pissing me off.
I can see the anger growing on David’s face. He did not like what I just said to him. “What does he have that I don’t? Are you in it for the exposure? Come on Alicia, I know you, and I know you don’t like the life in the limelight. So what is it about him that you love so much? What has he given you that I can’t?”
“Monogamy,” I say simply. “He hasn’t given me one reason to doubt his faithfulness to me, and he tells me the truth.”
Heath squeezes my arm in agreement.
“That’s all fine, but have you given him the same respect? Have you told him everything?” David asks in an almost menacing tone.
“I know everything about her that I need to know,” Heath says.
“So you know that your perfect little Alicia can’t have children?” David asks arrogantly. “Yeah, that’s right, that family that you told the magazine that you wanted will never happen because Alicia can’t conceive.” David is smiling as if he has won a prize. My body stills because I can’t believe he would try to use something so personal against me in an attempt to win me back.
Heath caresses my arm in an effort to calm me. “As a matter of fact, I do know about Alicia’s infertility, and if we never have children that will be fine with me as long as we can grow old together. I’m sure we will have some nieces or nephews we can spoil,” Heath says matter-of-factly.
David’s expression changes with Heath’s response. He looks as if he’s been defeated.
“David, if there is nothing else, I can get Carolina to get you an advisor to help you with what you need. If you don’t mind, I have some research to do in preparation for a meeting.” I feel a tear roll down the side of my cheek as I think about all the grief he has caused me.
Did he ever truly love me?
David walks past me not saying a word headed for the door and I follow him out so that I can ask Carolina to set him up for an appointment this morning. When I mention that he is David Barfield, her eyes stretch wide with horror. I return her expression with a tight smile letting her know that everything is okay, namely her job.
“Alicia, I’m sorry. I don’t know what cam
e over me. I shouldn’t have mentioned that to him, I just had to try anything, I got desperate. I miss you so much and I want you back, I’m so lonely without you.” David pleas. His words warm my heart for a second and then I remember that he is the master of deceit.
“David, it’s over. It was over when I left the states, and it was over when you came here back in May. I’ve moved on. I’m sorry that it bothers you, but that’s what people do when relationships are over,” I say to him in a tone I’d use with a small child.
He leans over and kisses me softly on my forehead and I gently push him away.
“Take care, Alicia,” he says.
“You, too,” I say, leaving him with Carolina while I go back to my office.
Heath is sitting on the sofa looking out of the window when I return. I sit down next to him and grab his hand. He starts to caress the back of mine with his thumb. “When I walked in on you two, I didn’t know which one of you to blame for the red haze I saw over my eyes, and then he began to talk. I realized at that point you weren’t responsible for him being in your office, nor were you responsible for the lipstick on his face. I knew that it was all him, but when I looked into your eyes they looked relaxed. . . almost content, as if you were satisfied with the fact that he’d kissed you. This bothers me more than anything. So I must ask, Alicia. Do you still love David?” His voice is serious. He sound like he feels betrayed.
“What? No! I don’t want David,” I say taken aback.
Do I?
I sigh, “Heath, David and I share moments together that I could never share with another person, and for that reason I will always care about him, but no. I don’t love him. I’m not in love with him. I love you and only you.”
His face softens as he pulls me in for a hug. “If you want, I will stay here all day to make sure no one else tries to come along and ruin things between us.”
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