An Alpha's Desire

by Amarie Avant

  “Don't be an asshole,” she groans.

  “So it was just Celine and I or mother, what have you. The next morning, I was hungry and the chef hadn’t arrived. I knocked and knocked on her bedroom door. Her blue eyes were so sorry for me, but she wouldn't get out of her bed though. So I ate the turkey sandwich and homemade fries that the chef had left on her table the night before. Actually, the bread was stale. The lettuce and tomato were soggy so I pretty much had turkey meat.”

  “Daniel…”

  I shrug. “Gorgeous, all I do is give you what you ask, and I'm attempting at this very moment. You asked about my favorite meal that only Celine made. Celine never made me a meal, ever. And not because we had servants. Grandma Marilyn, you'd beg her for Madeline cookies. Wentworth I, you'd beg him to make his famous spaghetti sauce. Celine, my father, I have no idea if they can boil an egg.”

  “Please,” she pauses, voice breaking, “tell me about your father.”

  “One story, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “On one condition,” I say. Am I stalling about today? Bet your ass I am.

  “What?”

  “I can't deal with the tears, Desire. No feeling sorry for me.”

  She sniffles. “I'll do my best. But when you love someone, you feel for them.”

  I bypass that statement, feeling like a loser today for baring my soul to both Taylor women.

  “I honestly don't know much about my dad, Des.” I turn.

  Desire plants herself in front of me. “Keep talking.”

  “I am. I have something to show you.”

  “Well, okay! But stop leaving me in the fucking dark.”

  “Then listen, all right? No questions. No nothing. Just listen.” Before I pussy out. “The only use my father had for Titan Aerospace was the next place he planned to use for travel. He had more stamps on his passport than we ever had conversations. Has he opened up a book and read to me? Nope. Taught me how to flirt with the ladies? He had the knack, right in front of Celine’s and my face, but fuck no. He'd be knee deep in pussy—from one of the family events—on the master suite in the north wing while my mother sat in one precise spot in the east suite. Take the training wheels off my bike, teach me how to ride that motherfucker. No, Desire, my father did none of those things. My Grandfather Wentworth did.” I pause, in an attempt to calm the animosity I have over my dad.

  “I saw the guy when Titan launched its first jetliner and every major event after that. He didn't give a fuck about me or my mom. Can't tell you how Juliet appeared because my mother—she probably hadn't spoken to me as much as he had. I had my grandfather, Wentworth. Grandmother Marilyn was a good woman too. But before Odessa, it was me and grandfather. He took me on my first helicopter ride. Made me think I was driving a 737 while it was in autopilot.” I pause to laugh, and then the emotion is gone. “I did my best to get Wentworth I to like Juliet after my mom appeared pregnant—like the Virgin Mary. I tried. And I learned to hate my grandfather for the opposite reason he hates Jules. And you.”

  “Me?” Her voice is tiny.

  “Yes, beautiful, you. Can I show you an important document?” My emotions are dead tonight. She forced my hand. And I can't feel for her at this moment because I've had a rough day. Fucked up of me? Sure it is.

  “Show me.”

  “All right, I will. I could really use a drink though.”

  She says something. My heart is drumming in my ears as I pull out the Louis Vuitton duffel bag. I grab the document that I still can't fathom how my grandfather would sign, regardless of how rude he treated Juliet.

  My heart hits the floor as I hand it over.

  This is the end of us. I should've told Monique she wouldn't have to wait years…

  Desire's face is a plethora of emotions from confusion to sadness, disappointment to doubt.

  “So you'd lose billions of dollars by marrying me.”

  “Twenty-four billion and counting—as well as our new jets that are selling because of you. Babe, I won't be broke. I'll probably be the poorest billionaire.” I add the last bit because this moment has sobered me the fuck up. I have never had a drink beside half a flute of champagne for the media.

  “But you love your company. Your grandfather loved it. If I am wrong about the documentaries I've seen, I know your grandfather loved it. And you love it the same. More. You love flying. Daniel, how could he hate a race—all of these races—so much?”

  “I don't know.” I shrug. Odessa’s story about my grandfather's reasoning comes to mind, yet I won't waste my time on his excuses.

  “Then we will figure it out.”

  “Why?” Damn, shouldn't I be praising her for still loving me after reading about this monstrous act?

  “Why not?”

  “Ephraim and his team will not rest. We must fix this before…”

  “Rebecca takes over!” Desire gasps. “You said Juliet isn't your father’s child! Fuck. People like your cousin don't need this sort of money. She'd never give a child from a third world country thirty-three cents a day!” Desire chuckled.

  “This isn't funny.”

  “No. It's sick. But, you haven't answered me. Wentworth I advocated for black folk back in the day. He's mentioned in history books. He is in photos with Martin Luther King Jr. Hell, the bench outside of the library at my old high school was dedicated to him for his advocacy in desegregating schools.”

  Desire's eyes narrow in contemplation, and I wrap my arms around her and breathe in her sugar, sweet scent. The top of her hair tickles against my jaw. Damn, I will never let her go.

  “I need to be brought up to speed regarding what you’ve all attempted,” Desire says.

  I’m silent.

  “What? The more I’m aware of, the more useful I can be as part of the team, Daniel.”

  “Desire.” I tip her chin. When I gaze deeply in her eyes, it’s evident that the wheels of Desire’s brain is still chugging at top speed. “It would please me to watch you take a shower, tonight.”

  Her warm brown eyes shade in contemplation. “Shower? Won’t you get in too?”

  “Not at first, beautiful. I will watch you.” My hand goes to the small of her back, as I guide her toward the luxurious bathroom. Watching her will serve its purpose for the both of us. It offers Desire a chance to clear her mind, and myself a moment’s thought after what I just divulged.

  The shower is situated on sort of a tropical cave, so there is no shower curtain nor a glass window to fog up. I step inside of the shower, reach out, and turn the knobs for the shower. The spouts rain in all directions, sprinkles of water catch some of my linen shirt and shoes before I step out. Steam starts to rise as Desire undresses herself. She bites her lip, the words at the tip of her tongue to beg me to join her, yet she pulls out of her shirt instead.

  Once Desire is fully undressed, she stands before me. Her hands grazes my bicep, reaching up to plant a kiss against my mouth. “I am so in love with you, Daniel.”

  The words echo in my ears. I force myself to realize it’s not pity, this love she has for me, due to the truth I’ve just offered. “Get in the shower, sweetheart,” I say soothingly.

  With a longing gaze, Desire turns around. Her apple ass sways as she steps toward the shower, pressing one manicured foot inside first before getting inside.

  I grab the chair from the bedroom and place it right before the shower. I watch Desire as she completes her routine of focusing on her most vital parts.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her.

  Desire turns around so that she’s facing me. Her tiny hands are even smaller against her large breasts.

  “Does touching yourself turn you on?” I speak, then lick my lips and reword the inquiry. “Are you turned on, Des?”

  “I would be if you were—”

  “Place your leg onto the ledge. Fuck yourself. Get the fuck off, for me,” I order in a calming tone.

  Her eyes narrow somewhat in anger, but Desire places one leg onto the shower led
ge. The luscious coils over her pussy send my dick thumping against my pants. Her hand skims the inside of her thigh before three fingers glide across her lips. She rubs herself slowly, every now and then dipping a finger into her core, then loving her clit in a circular motion.

  “Daniel, please…”

  My jaw clenches as I contemplate on all of the pain my loving her has caused. From the moment our paths collided, I had to have her. I knew the ramifications of my business, of my life. And now I love her, and will lose over twenty billion dollars for her.

  Her lips are moving, she’s speaking to me, and in this instant I’m numb because she’s aware of the sordid truth of my life. I’ve told Desire things that nobody ever knew, like me going hungry while my mother was in a depressed stupor. Celine was never a real mother, she was never mine. Desire is mine. She’s all mine. I’ve never been any less than assured. Not about my mother, but about everything else in life. Yet a tiny voice tells me that Desire cannot be all mine, not until I win the approval of Monique Taylor. My hands clench at that. How do I persuade Mrs. Taylor of my love for her daughter?

  “Daniel, get in, please…” my woman moans.

  I shove a hand through my blond hair. “Fuck yourself, Desire. It would please me if you came.”

  The sound of sobbing breaks the trance of my past life. I glance up. Desire’s freshly done hair is all wet. There’s water streaming down her face and body, but I know her eyes are wet with tears. I stand up.

  “Daniel, I don’t like this mind control bullshit. I just want you to touch me,” she whimpers. “Just tell me you love me and hold me.”

  With my clothing still on, I climb into the shower and scoop Desire in my arms. She keeps telling me that she loves me, this time I hear every word of it. “I know beautiful, I love you, too.” I kiss her with a renewed hunger. The water presses heavily down against my clothing as I place her onto the shower ledge. I grip at my collar and allow the buttons to pop from my linen shirt, pulling it off all the while not letting up on her lips. Then goes my pants and briefs.

  Desire presses her hand between us, moaning into my mouth, as she grabs my cock. I bite her jaw and work my tongue up toward her earlobe. “I fucking love you, Desire.”

  “Then don’t let me go,” she implores, stroking my hard on.

  “Never. I’ll never let you go.” I press my stiffened shaft between her legs, head rubbing softly across her lips. My mouth brushes across her ear again, “I’ll make you feel good, Des. I’ll make you come.”

  “I love you.” She places her hand over mine, easing the head of my cock against her slick opening. I place my other hand on Desire’s hip, and her back arches. She shudders as I slide inside of her perfect fit. I wrap my arms around her. Our tongues dance. I fill her up. Her breathing is deepening by the second, and Desire presses her hands against my buttocks. She matches my thrusts, using me as leverage, until we’re both panting. I stroke in and out of her, the feeling of loving deep inside of her body and the hot water.

  Desire clenches my hips and drives my cock deep inside of her as we look each other in the eye. We explode just like that. With the water streaming down my back, I nudge my face against her neck and I’m thankful that I have this beautiful black woman’s love.

  Desire

  One year older. One year wiser. Despite the heart wrenching news Daniel told me last night, I slept confidently in the haven of his strong arms. But every few hours I’d awaken and peek at him, then cling even harder to him. All the while I felt content in his loving arms, I feel the stress radiate from his body.

  I'm convinced that just maybe he will give up the world for me. The look in his eyes told me, that regardless of his options, I was automatically included.

  “We just won't get married,” I whisper to myself triumphantly while seated in the Titan helicopter.

  “What’s going through that big, beautiful brain of yours?” Daniel says through the headphones.

  I glance away from the crystal-clear water below us. A few minutes ago, Daniel was telling me about this island we’re circling. The last one belonged to Mariah Carey and the one before it belonged to Eddie Murphy.

  Being that it's my birthday, I've agreed to set aside the daunting news. I quickly consider a light answer. “That you better be flying me to my new car,” I half joke. Half because every other breath I've told him I don't need anything from him but him.

  “Maybe.”

  I speak into the microphone. “The car wouldn't fit into the jet so… I'm feeling lucky today.”

  “This helicopter wouldn't fit into the jet.”

  I turn somewhat in my seat so I can give him the face. The don't play me face. His laughter is severed by static in my ear.

  “I didn't even order room service this morning, Des. I cooked. I placed a diamond necklace at your throat that you continually second guess, for reasons we won't discuss today.”

  I side eye Daniel. With his fortune up in the air, I don't need much. We had that argument all the while Daniel latched the beautiful necklace, and then I made a promise to just be ‘happy’ today. Here we are on our very own private tour of Bahamas and I cannot kill the worry.

  “Beautiful, I need you in the here and now.”

  “I am.”

  “Good, now look down, Des.”

  Daniel tips the front of the helicopter. My chest presses against the constraints across it. Fire sparks through my veins and I screech. He pulls the earphones off.

  “Sorry,” I mouth as he glowers, pressing an index finger to his ear drum.

  “Look down, Desirenda.” I read his lips perfectly.

  Before I can reprimand him for the use of my full name, the helicopter tips again. This time, my seatbelt is lodged against my chest.

  “Aww.” I glance at the HAPPY BIRTHDAY DESIRENDA that's written in driftwood on the sand.

  Daniel maneuvers the helicopter. In the midst of thick green foliage and exotic flowers, an immense cream colored home comes into view. There’s a lap pool to one side of the home and along the other side is another oblong shaped pool. I wonder where all the people are.

  We land on the top of the building.

  “What do you think?”

  “The sand was cute, very thoughtful, so it cancels out the trouble you're in for using my name.”

  “What do you think of your island, sweetheart? I just purchased it from Depp. When we return to Dallas, the land will transfer from me to you.” He begins to explain how he signed it over to his name so that I wouldn’t be signing something and find out until today.

  “But you can’t buy me an island. You can’t,” I tell him.

  “I can pretty much do whatever I want, within the confines of the law, Des.” He grabs both of my hands and looks me in the eye. “Desire, I don’t give a fuck if I were broke, baby. If this was the last parcel of land I could afford.”

  “It isn’t a parcel of land. Daniel, this is a friggin island!”

  “That’s right. I won’t be broke but—”

  “But you’re throwing your life away, your inheritance, everything that makes you happy.” I grimace. “You'd throw it all away for me?”

  He lets me go. Daniel steps toward the helicopter and punches it so hard that it dents in. “You think flying helicopters—”

  “And jets.” I huff. The chasm between us increases as I bite my lip.

  “You think these material things are the fundamentals for happiness? Desire, I thought you knew me.”

  I shake my head. “Daniel, I know you. It’s not about the gift. I have an idea that you enjoyed the metaphoric unwrapping of this … this island! You don’t just offer a bum a hundred-dollar bill, you fill his or her belly. Heck, that family on the streets when we were traveling back from Transylvania, they stood much taller after you stopped and gave a damn.”

  “So you understand me,” he says pulling me closely. “Damn it, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have told you.”

  “I’m glad that we’re handling this as a team.
”

  He’s quiet for a second. I repeat myself, “Babe, we are a team.”

  “Today is your birthday. We will not discuss any problems for the remainder of the day.”

  “All right, spoil me rotten, Daniel. At the beginning of September, we return to the states. I’m starting my own business. You’re gonna hit the ground running with Titan Aerospace. And we will collaborate. Me. You. I want a meeting with Ephraim the moment we arrive.”

  “I’d prefer it if you focus on your brand. Starting a business is a feat in itself.”

  “There’s no talking me out of this. Now, how do we get off the roof? Show me my island so we can find somewhere a little more inconspicuous where I can properly thank you.”

  ###

  Another mega mansion. But this one is all mine. The home has a Creole French Classic design, and is probably posted on thousands of Pinterest dream boards. The rustic coral trim. White and gray Carrera Marble floors with a Cuban feel. I pick up the dress a maid set on the bed for me. It’s not Daniel’s usual style of revealing. The lace dress falls to mid-thigh. And instead of peek-a-boo, there’s a satin strip beneath to cover my breast area and ass.

  I step toward the wall mirror and glance at myself.

  “Damn, pure slayage,” I tell myself. The style is sophisticated and beautiful. I slip on the pair of red-bottom heels that had been placed next to it. I’m latching the birthday necklace Daniel purchased, when there’s a knock at the door.

  “Come in,” I call out.

  The door opens and Daniel drinks me in. “You look ravishing. You ready to join me for dinner?”

  “How about we have dinner in here? You can taunt me with the paddle.” I grin.

  “What sort of man would I be to torture you tonight?” He offers a panty-wetter grin.

  “Maybe I will like it.”

  “I’ll remember to double the number of swats you receive, and I will finally get to use the paddle. But, the chef has prepared a feast and the table out on the beach has candles glowing. A tad more charming than this bedroom, I’m sure.”