Edie looked over at Vessa and grinned as they stood at the patio door. “Oh sweetie you look so sexy."
Vessa turned, “You think so?" She said laughing.
“Are you dating Vessa?” Edie asked seriously.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Business, you know.”
“You're, not over Lyn,” Edie stated delightfully.
Vessa kissed her cheek. “Of course, I am,” she replied joined the party.
Edie smiled. Martin joined her. “What are you planning?” Martin smiled.
“Nothing, Vessa going to do it all by herself.” Edie surmised grinning.
Martin looked at the lovely Vanessa Sanders and understood, than they, both laughed.
Vessa was sitting with Ron and Izzy at one of the small tables sipping on her favorite drink.
“Look at you, you look great,” Izzy said with all sincerity.
“Thanks.”
“How's business?” Ron asked.
“It’s really good, I’m excited about the Vegas venture, but no business tonight, I just want to have fun.”
Ron laughed and said, “Not the kind of fun you had at the Ritz I hope?”
Vessa laughed lightheartedly, “And expose you as the traitor you are, never.” They all laughed.
“Vessa, have you seen Lynwood?” Izzy asked.
“Yeah, when me and Marty first arrived, not much after that.” She admitted.
“So,” Izzy inquired.
“I’ve been avoiding him.”
“Why?” Ron frowned.
“Jenna,” was all she said.
“Hello Ron,” a voice said behind Vessa.
“Hello Tyson,” Ron said reluctantly. Lynwood had invited him to his parent’s party, since he was in Atlanta on business. He has gotten better at managing the plant in Philly, which pleased Lynwood. He had no other choice. Tyson knew if he crossed Lynwood, he would lose everything.
“Hello pretty lady,” he said to Vessa, “And who are you?”
“Vanessa Sander, Tyson Benton.” Ron monotone the introduction.
“Hello Tyson, Vessa said, smiling sweetly.
“He’s a business associate of Lynwood’s,” Ron informed her.
“Really,” Vessa said with mild interested. Tyson wasn't as good looking as Lynwood, but he wasn’t bad on the eyes. She looked up at Tyson from where she was seated, her eyes glittering mischievously. “Tyson would you be a dear and get me a drink, Cosmo.”
“Anything pretty lady.” Tyson’s response was quick.
“Vessa,” Ron said warning in his voice.
“What?” She answered.
“Be careful,” he warned, “He’s an associate of Lynwood’s.”
“So.”
“So, do you really want to get acquainted with him?”
“Why not? I’m over Lynwood, and it’s time to start being sociable again, don’t you think.” She explained. Ron and Izzy both knew how in love Vessa was with Lyn and Lyn with her too, he just refuses to acknowledge it, fool that he is.
Although Izzy and Ron knew better, she was right; she deserved a life after Lynwood.
Minutes later, Lynwood arrived at the party with him, the fair Jenna clinging to his arm. Vessa chest tightened at the sight of him just as Tyson returned with the drink. Vessa smiled her thanks. Unknown to both Vessa and Lynwood, four pairs of eyes were on them.
Lynwood and Vessa eyes met and she refused to turn away, smiling smugly at him. Could she get any more beautiful, Lynwood thought? Jenna was still clinging to his arm as they approached the table.
“Hello Vessa,” Lynwood greeted.
“Hello Lynwood,” Vessa returning the greeting as a dainty brow arch. Tyson stood behind her, his hand on her shoulders. Vessa tilted her head back, looking up at Tyson who smiled down at her. Again, she looked at Lynwood. “You do know Tyson, oh, but of course you do,” she said patting the hand Tyson had on her shoulder.
“How’s Martin,” Lynwood asked, glaring at Tyson.
“He’s asleep.” Vessa told him then turning her attention to Izzy.
Tyson was hovering over Vessa, and there was no mistake that she was encouraging him. Lynwood looked from Vessa to Tyson.
“Hello Lynwood,” Tyson said shaking his hand. “Thanks for the invite, I almost didn’t come; now I’m glad I did, I would have never met this beautiful woman.” Tyson replied his beady eyes gaping at Vessa face.
“Come on Tyson, dance with me.” Vessa said taking his hand rising from the chair. All Vessa wanted was to get away from Lynwood and his girlfriend. She downed her drink. The black sheer tunic she had on with the metallic suit underneath, emphasizing her body, caused Lynwood breath to catch in his throat. Ron and Izzy laughed. Vessa grabbed Tyson hand leading him to the dance floor. Lynwood stared after them, angrily. He sat Jenna down, excusing himself, and went to see his parents.
“Hello Son,” Edie said. “Did you see Vessa, doesn’t she look good.”
“Mom, Dad, what is Vessa doing dressed like that?” He asked.
“Like what Son?” His mother frowned confused, looking at Vessa on the dance floor.
“She looks sexy, huh Son,” his father said smiling. Lynwood frowned at his father.
“Is that appropriate, I mean you can see right through it.”
“Lyn, it’s a cover up,” Edie informed him.
“It’s not covering anything; look at her.” He replied heatedly.
“It seems your friend Tyson is enjoying her. Now Lyn, don’t ignore your date Dear, it’s rude.”
“Mom!”
“Go Lyn have a good time.” Lynwood left, grumbling something, the sound of his parents’ laughter behind him.
Lynwood returned to the table. “Lyn darling, could you get me a drink, you know what I like?” Jenna cooed. Lynwood turned to leave; Ron went with him to the bar.
“Lyn you knew Vessa would be here, how could you bring Jenna; what are you doing?” Ron asked not liking Lynwood for what he is doing.
“We’re not together Ron,” he stated, his eyes on the dance floor.
Ron shook his head. “Why do you do this to her?”
“What Ron?” Lynwood said brusquely.
“The more you realize you love her, the more you hurt her.” Tyson joined them. “Cosmo,” he told the bartender. He looked at Lyn and said, “Man, I keep feeding her these, I may get lucky tonight.”
Lynwood step towards Tyson, Ron blocked him. Tyson didn’t even notice Lyn, so intent was his eyes on Vessa.
“Hey Lyn, she deserves a life too, you have to admit, she’s one sexy lady, I think it’s going to be an interesting night.” Ron laughed leaving Lynwood at the bar.
Lynwood followed him back to the table, handing the glass to Jenna.
Lynwood looked at Vessa sitting. Her legs crossed and the split in that cover up exposed her all the way to her waist.
“Cover up my ass,” he muttered loudly.
“What did you say darling?” Jenna cooed.
“Nothing, I need a drink.”
Jenna looked at Vessa, “Aren’t you the owner of those wonderful boutiques?” Jenna asked Vessa in her sugary voice.
“Yes, I am,” Vessa responded. Why is this woman talking to her, when she is with the man she loved, she thought maliciously to herself. Izzy listened with interest.
“Are you in need of models at your store in Atlanta?” Jenna asked excited.
“No, but I’m opening a store in Vegas, interested in relocating?” Vessa said sweetly.
Izzy chuckled. Jenna tapped her long artificial nail on her chin.
“I don’t think, Lyn would like if I leave Atlanta, if you know what I mean,” she chuckling.
“Girl, don’t let a man stop you from what could be a big opportunity for you, you never know when they are tired of you, and then next thing you know you are dropped; but it’s up to you. How do you think I got where I am today, it certainly wasn't by letting a man stop me and believe they have tried.” Vessa
said giving Jenna her best phony smile.
“You know what you’re right; we can’t depend on a man.” Jenna said falling for Vessa advice.
“Come down to the Atlanta store, with your portfolio, and let me get with my associates and see what they say, now I can’t promise you anything, but it doesn’t hurt to try; we as women have to look out for one another.” Teeth clenched Vessa smiled.
The men joined them, sitting down. “Oh Lyn darling, Vessa going to look at my portfolio for a modeling assignment, she said she could probably use me in Vegas, but I said you wouldn’t allow me to leave you,” she boasted clinging to Lynwood’s arm.
Vessa glared at Lynwood.
“Jenna not now, this is a party” he said abruptly, his eyes on Vessa.
“You’re right as usual, darling,” she said and kissed his lips.
Vessa got up from her seat quickly. She couldn’t take any more of sweet Jenna and Darling Lyn.
“I’m going swimming,” she announced and pulled the cover up over her head, throwing it across the back of her chair.
“What the hell is she doing?” Lynwood came to his feet, nearly capsizing the chair he was seated.
“I guess she’s going to take a swim.” Ron answered laughing at Lynwood’s. “Wow look at the suit, hope nothing falls out,” Ron said instigating.
“No hell no she isn’t,” Lynwood replied irately. Ron stopped him.
“Lyn what are you doing?” Ron said frowning at him.
“Damn it Ron she a mother,” Lynwood said through clenched teeth.
“You sound ridiculous, sit with your date; Vessa deserves a life after you. You brought Jenna here, be with her and let Vessa enjoy herself. Lynwood returned to the table and sat. Lynwood did not take his eyes off the pool.
“What’s wrong Lyn?” Jenna asked.
“Nothing” Lynwood replied gruffly.
Vessa swam the length of the pool. At the other side Tyson stood with a towel. Vessa allowed Tyson to wrap the towel around her as his arms lingering around her whispering something in her ear. Vessa looked up at him and laughed.
Ron looked over at Lynwood, but Lynwood was on his way to where Tyson and Vessa were. He was fuming. Ron went immediately to intervene. Standing in front of Lynwood to stop him from doing something stupid.
“Lyn what are you doing, have you totally lost it?” Ron asked him.
“He’s got his hands on her,” Lynwood snarled.
“Lyn you better calm down,” Ron advised.
“She's mine Ron, no one touches her!” He said loudly.
“You forget, she was yours, not now.”
Lynwood’s father noticed his son from the patio and rushed over to them.
“Lynwood you had better calm down, right now,” he stated sternly. “Go see your son!” Martin ordered.
“Tyson better stay away from her!” Lynwood said angrily and stormed off. Ron and Martin laughed.
Vessa and Tyson were on the dance floor when he returned to the party. Lynwood went to the dance floor. He stood beside them.
“Break camp Benton!” Lynwood said rudely.
“Excuse me?” Tyson said stunned.
“Get lost!”
“Lynwood what…”
“It’s okay Tyson,” Vessa said.
The music changed to a slow Babyface tune, ‘When Your Body Gets Weak.’ Lynwood pulled her into his arms.
“Lynwood what are you doing?” Vessa asked, frowning up at him.
“I’m sick of everybody asking me what I’m doing.”
Martin, Edie, Ron, and Izzy watched them.
Vessa said.
“She not my girlfriend Vessa.” Lynwood interrupted.
“Leading her on too.” Vessa stated innocently.
“I didn’t lead you on, you gave freely,” he said sarcastically.
“You're right as always Lyn darling,” Vessa imitated Jenna southern drawl.
“Stop it Vessa!” He said close to her mouth. Vessa leaned away from him.
“You stop it Lynwood! Jenna is your date.”
“I want you.”
“Stop it Lynwood!” Vessa repeated.
He pulled her closer to him and felt him hard against her. Her heart rate increased, and she pulled away. Lynwood pulled her back into his arms a little rough.
“Vessa, I could ask you what you are doing with Tyson of all people.”
“What do you care, you have Jenna.” Vessa stated.
“I don’t have Jenna; she insisted on coming, I didn’t see the harm.” He said simply, “what’s this thing you have on?"
“Exactly as I thought you didn’t care how it would affect me to see you with another woman, oh, but then again I keep forgetting you don’t have a conscience bone in your body, am I right Lynwood, and we are not together, so don’t question me about who I chose to see or be with.”
Anger coursed through Lynwood at her words. “Be careful who you make your next conquest Sweetheart.” Lynwood warned sarcastically.
“Go to your girlfriend Lynwood and don’t worry about who my next conquest is, it certainly won’t be you,” Vessa pulled away from him.
Once again, Lynwood ignored her.
“Dance with me Vessa,” he said in that voice that always caused her heart to accelerate. She looked up at him lost and conceded.
They swayed to the music as the feel of Lynwood holding again began to sink into Vessa soul. Her heart was pounding; Vessa leaned back and looked up at Lynwood. He lowered his head; his lips were inches from hers.
“You’re so beautiful Vessa; I can close my eyes and see you naked beneath me, with you calling my name in that way that makes me come,” he said sultrily close to her ear, his hot breath sinking into her body. His tongue traced the shell of her ear.
“Lynwood, please,” she said breathlessly, her eyes closed.
“Please what Vessa, make love to you, let you feel me inside you, what do you want Vessa?”
“Don’t do this to me, Lynwood.”
“What am I doing Vessa,” he said huskily.
“You’re making me feel.” Her breath caught in her chest, his erection was harder than before.
“Listen to the words of this song, is this what I want to do to you, is your body weak Vessa, do you remember how I make you feel, when I’m inside you; do you feel me now?”
Vessa eyes closed. Yes, she could almost feel him inside her. Her heart began to pound harder against her chest. She had to snap out of this.
“How could you think I would want you after Jen…?”
“I never slept with Jenna or any other woman,” he interrupted. “I want only you Vessa,” he said harshly in her ear.
“Stop it Lynwood,” she pulled away from him quickly leaving the dance floor. Vessa didn't stop until she was in her room.
Edie, Martin, Ron, and Izzy watched with keen interest, curious as to how this would be played out.
Lynwood stood on the dance floor; his head lowered trying to gain composure and the uncomfortable pressure in his loins.
“Damn her for making me feel like this,” he replied to himself. He was livid. He followed her.
Martin started after him his wife stopped him. “Let him go,” She said.
“He angry Edie, if he hurts her...”
“He won’t, he loves her, trust me Honey.” Edie said patting his hand.
In her bedroom, Vessa paced the floor cursing Lynwood. “Damn you for making me want you again,” Vessa said aloud. The door pushed open. Lynwood stood in the open doorway.
“Lynwood goes away,” Vessa said stunned that he followed her.
“I can’t,” he said entering and closing the door behind him, pulling her roughly into his arms kissing her. Vessa struggled against him, he did not release her, and after a minute, the struggling stopped. She pulled her mouth away to look at him.
“Damn you Lynwood!” She hissed, kissing him with a passion she had smoldering in the depth of her soul.
Frantically she snatched open his
shirt, buttons flying everywhere, while he unbuckled his pants. He then ripped her tunic down the middle it puddle around her feet to the floor. Vessa didn’t care; she was trying to get his shirt off. She pulled on the sleeve ripping it at the shoulder, as he undid the zipper to his pants baring his hardened manhood. Lynwood lifted her pushing her suit aside he entered her. Vessa moaned loudly, she was wet and ready for him; her arms went around his neck, as her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Damn you Vessa for bringing me to this,” he groaned against her mouth.
He pulled out of her, unmindful of Vessa protest pulling her with him. He sat while Vessa stood in front of him, both harshly breathing.
“Take it off,” he ordered, “I want to see you.”
She pulled off her suit and pushed him down on the bed, undoing his pants pulling them from his legs.
Vessa straddled him. He pulled the pins from her hair letting it fall to her shoulders.
“I’ll hate you for this,” she groaned as sank down on him.
She moved on him, leaning forward and sucked on his chest, his neck. He threaded his fingers through her hair grasping it tight in his fist. He took her breast in his mouth; she pulled away from him riding him slower with a movement that was more thorough and a complete turn on for him.
“No Vanessa, don’t control me,” he hissed through teeth, his resolve easing from him. She knew how to make him lose what power he had. He took her breast in his mouth.
“Damn you Lynwood, for making me feel this way.” She groaned.
“Shut up Vessa!” He said rolling her to her back, her legs clasped around his waist. She dug her nails into his back as he thrust inside her feeling his warm blood trickling down his back. Cupping her butt, he lifted her riding her harder and faster, pulling the orgasm from her. He then slowed savoring her wall squeezing him, massaging his manhood.
“Damn it Lynwood,” She cursed and bite his shoulder.
He leaned up and plowed deeper into her, stoking the burning fire within her, she exploded around him and he followed her.
They both lay entwined, breathing heavily. Lynwood rolled off her and stood over her. He was calmer, now feeling remorse for taking her in anger. She lay on her back trying to catch her breath. Vessa watched him quietly getting dressed. Without a word, he left her.
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