“I’m genuine in my intentions, if you must know.”
He noted she used the entire package of turkey, three slices of cheese per sandwich and then took out a large bottle of pop which he had no doubt she intended to chug away with the sandwiches. “Have you eaten in the past week?” he questioned.
She looked at him as if she didn’t understand the question, but then looked down at the food she had fixed and flushed. Even through her make up it brought out that unique beauty. “I ate last night and this morning, if you must know.”
“Then surely there’s a worm in your stomach or I’ve heard pretty girls like you suffering from bulimia.”
Shaking her head, she said not taking his quip to heart, “I just have a big appetite. Been like that since I was little, which is why I got admitted to a hospital just so I could have steady food coming in.”
“You made yourself crazy to make sure you have a meal?” he asked.
“It was either that or lay on my back. Not don’t get me wrong, I do have a temper, but I got it under control.”
“You’re pretty smart for a beautiful woman.”
“I’m pretty damn smart just because.” She took a massive bite out of the first sandwich and he had no doubt by the way she eradicated the food in her mouth in seconds, she would make quick work out of all the others. “So your intentions are true, Parker Mills?”
“You can call me Parker.”
“I could also call you an adulterous sex maniac, but I ain’t.”
He decided that Nevada was not here to cause problems for Charisse just by her tone of voice. Her asking the questions meant she was a serious friend and he had to respect that. “I care about her and my feelings have deepened for her very much.”
She turned away to go to the refrigerator to find the mustard.
“Where are you staying?” he questioned.
“Around,” she answered evasively.
“There’s an empty place above the garage.“
She smote him with her eyes again. “No thanks,” she refused. “Like I said, this face attracts trouble, Parker Mills, and Charisse don’t need me about enticing you.”
“That wasn’t why I offered,” he said a bit disgusted that she would even assume like that toward him.
“Yeah, I know, but people change. Like I said, ain’t a male on this planet ceases to amaze me. Forget about it. I can take care of myself.”
It was rather sad that such a beautiful woman lived as if her own beauty was a curse. He reached in his wallet and pulled out one of Sophie’s cards. “You do a shitty job looking bad. Look her up and tell her I said to help you out.”
The doorbell rang, which was an indication the first of the movers had arrived to come pick up the old furniture.
Nevada looked down at the card and frowned skeptically. “Why are you helping me?”
“Because I’m a nice guy and you’re one of Charisse’s friends. Now do me a favor. When the movers are done, just lock the top bolt on the door when they leave and let Charisse sleep as long as she can.” He left the card on the counter since she didn’t make an effort to take it from him.
He’d find refuge away from Nevada while he waited for the new bedroom set.
** *
The smell of roses gushed through her dream awaking her and she sat up in the guest room’s bed… alone. From the way the sun shone through the window, she knew it was late in the day and wondered when had she come to the bedroom or how had she gotten there.
Parker could have sat her ass in the middle of street and she wouldn’t have cared, but she loosely remembered him chuckling about her killing her back in the chair.
Looking over to where she knew she had smelled the roses, she saw two beautiful white roses on the pillow next to where her head had been and she smiled dreamily as she lifted them up to her nose. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw to her left on top of the dresser was a batch of roses and she didn’t doubt that they had been left with her.
Concentrating, she remembered a little about him leaving the room and then returning later on to wake her to another full consuming orgasm with his mouth. The sheets were a hot mess, so she was sure this was where he had lain her and continued a very drawn out thorough oral examination of her yet again, but this time he had used his finger as well, inserting it deep within her repeatedly until there was cum running down his arm.
‘He’s a lover, not a fucker,’ Nevada had said that night Charisse had asked for her advice. ‘I can tell by the way he kisses so expect to be thoroughly satisfied and then allow him to play with you as well. That’s what he’ll enjoy the most.’
Nevada had a little bit too much insight on a man and jealously Charisse wondered if she should invite her new friend to be around her lover.
As to why Parker had not carried her to his bed she wasn’t sure. She quickly showered and put on the extra robe that was hanging in the closet. The house was quiet except in the kitchen and she decided to get dressed before going down there. Instead of finding a plain dress, she found a dark orange blouse and a middle of the calf length brown skirt. Instead of the ponytail, she combed her hair down and put a band on the front to hold the cowlicks away from her face.
Nevada had gone through a pack of turkey slices and was peeling her second orange when Charisse walked in the kitchen. Today she was dressed in a dark army jacket, black tank top, army boots and gloves with the fingers cut out. There was this ugly army cap on her head to hide her hair, which was also covered by a horrible wig and she had a sort of darker tan/grayish colored complexion on her face and even a horrible color lipstick to make anyone wince.
“Why don’t you just draw your face with crayon or make it up like Bozo the Clown or something?”
Nevada ignored her and said with a wicked grin, “You’re smiling too.”
“I was not,” Charisse vehemently denied.
“Just because you don’t show it on your face, that doesn’t mean you can hide something that delicious.”
“How’d you get in here?” Charisse asked suspiciously.
“Your lover let me in while the movers were bringing in a new bedroom set and taking out the old one. Your nurse left too.”
She frowned wondering why Parker had done that and would it go with why he didn’t let her rest on his bed.
“Where is he now?”
“He left when someone called his phone.” Nevada pointed to the post it note on the refrigerator after she finished digging in it for another orange. “Gave me this don’t take shit look on his way out the door.”
“Do you have some kind of worm?” Charisse questioned. “You eat like you haven’t eaten in days. Or are you so broke you can’t afford it?”
“I ate breakfast and lunch, but if you must know, I just have a large appetite.” She finished off the current orange she had been eating and started peeling the third one.
Charisse busied herself by clearing off the other peelings.
“I don’t need to ask, but was it delicious?”
“I don’t kiss and tell, Nevada.”
She laughed melodiously. “The blush answers my question. He’s like fine wine, Charisse. He gets better with time.”
“Shut up,” Charisse said with an amused smirk. “You are nosey.”
“Have to be.” She reached in her back pocket and pulled out a freshly folded sheet of paper. “Seems like the bank manager is a happily married man so I couldn’t get the information from him.”
Charisse picked up the paper to see it was a copy of the signature card. “So how’d you get this?”
“The assistant manager just got a divorce and he’s ugly as hell. I showed up in this drop dead red dress and he knocked two account representatives out the way to get to me.” Nevada rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Looking back at the paper again, Charisse had her answer about the bank account.
“What is it?” Nevada asked reading her expression.
“It’s definitely Cheyenne’s signat
ure,” Charisse said in dread.
“You’re shitting me! Are you sure?”
“Positive. She used to write fake messages all the time in Chyna’s handwriting to steal boyfriends and things. She was always good at forgery, but I could tell the two apart.”
The beeping went off to indicate someone had come in. Charisse went to the kitchen doorway to see Kimberly walking in holding the bay with Parker coming behind her carrying some grocery bags.
“Oh good,” Charisse said and turned back to Nevada. “I want you to meet another friend of mine.“
Nevada was nowhere to be seen, somehow slipping out the room without being heard.
“Nevada?” she called.
No one answered and by then Kimberly and Parker walked in the room.
He gave her a warm wink and asked, “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Thank you for your concern,” Charisse said stiffly having enough sense to keep what had happened under wraps although she wanted to rush into his arms and start all over again.
Jessica broke their eye contact by screaming in glee trying to get out of her mother’s arms to get over to Charisse.
“I’ll leave you two ladies alone. I have to return to work, but call me if you need me,” Parker said backing out the room.
She only nodded politely and looked away before her eyes gave away her feelings.
“What the hell happened between the two of you?” Kimberly demanded putting Jessica on the floor.
The baby immediately waddled over to Charisse and clasped her arms around her legs.
Carefully, Charisse picked up the baby and marveled at how light the child was and how trusting the child became to Charisse instantly.
Kimberly impatiently cleared her voice and tapped the counter with a well-manicured nail. “Why are you two acting stiff as a board?” she demanded to know.
Charisse carefully chose her words as Kimberly fixed spaghetti for dinner, showing Charisse how to cook as well.
First she told her about the dinner, meeting Nevada, and the upsetting punch she had given Cheyenne, to which Kimberly and Jessica clapped in glee. Then there was the truth and then Parker running out on her.
“He came over our house,” Kimberly remarked. “He tried to ask me questions, but I refused to even speak to him. What happened when he came home?”
“He came in my room and told me I was forgiven and we had breakfast I guess to clear the air.”
Kimberly frowned and Charisse guarded her nervously stuffing broccoli in her mouth.
“That’s it?”
“A little more here and there, but we understand that he’s in the middle of divorcing my sister. I guess we’ve resolved to take one day at a time and respectively wait before sex again.”
“And he didn’t try a thing?” Kimberly questioned incredulous.
“Kim, you’re the one who said I shouldn’t do it again. Are you encouraging me to try?”
Blushing, Kimberly said, “That was before we found out about the divorce. The man will be free in less than three weeks.”
“And Parker and I choose to remain friends during that time. We’ll most likely focus on the baby.”
Before Kim berated her about any thing else, her cell phone went off.
‘Saved by the bell,’ Charisse said gratefully.
“Jaelen and Parke just pulled up,” Kimberly said disappointedly and hugged Kimberly goodbye before Parker came in the kitchen.
He had changed into a suit and as always looked freshly done even though it was late in the night.
“Your husband asked me to walk you to the car,” he said.
“He’s being an ass again. I can walk out on my own,” Kimberly said shooting Charisse a grateful look. “Call me if you need me.”
“Thanks Kim,” Charisse said
When they were alone, their eyes met as if they were on a first date.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi,” she said nervously feeling those butterflies in her stomach.
“About this morning– “
She cut him off. “No explanation needed, Parker. We know and understand we’re in a unique situation and we don’t have to apologize repeatedly for the things we do to each other or feel towards each other. I do know you want to respect the sanctity of your vows with my sister and not have sex.”
Tightly, he said sitting down at the dining table in the kitchen,“Thank you.”
Removing his warmed plate out of the microwave, she brought it over to where he was standing which was by the dining set. After setting it down, she started to get him something to drink.
“What are you doing?” he questioned warily.
“I’m getting you something to drink.”
“You don’t have to. I can fend for myself.”
“I know that, Parker, but it’s not going to kill me to do this.” She winked teasingly.
There was an odd expression on his face. “What do you want?” he questioned circumspectly.
‘Did he have to say it like that?’ she asked as memories of this morning flashed in her head making her knees feel weak. “It’s too late for breakfast.”
He flushed. “That’s not what I meant, Charisse. Why are you being nice to me? I haven’t done anything out of the ordinary or done anything I didn’t want to do.”
“Parker!” she exclaimed appalled. “I do things for you because I care about you. Even before all this mess, I know I appreciate you in my life. I do things because you’re a nice guy and you’ve had a hard days work so why can’t you come home to a nice meal? Now if you ever ask me what I want, again it better be in the same manner or come close to what happened this morning.”
Charisse slammed the juice she had poured on the table and put both hands on her hips. “You’re not going to constantly compare me.“
He shot from his seat and kissed her.
Again she had forgotten what she was about to say so wrapped up in his kisses.
When he only moved away his face, but kept her body close to his, he said, “Never again. I promise.”
And her irritation in him disappeared. With a wicked smile, she asked, “How old are you, Parker?” Her hand descended over his gorgeous body to his pants where she tackled his belt without even looking at it.
Already his manhood was awakening, stretching against his pants and crying for freedom.
“Charisse,” he warned as she pushed away his pants and then pulled down his silk boxers that of course matched with what he was wearing.
“I know,” she said melodiously. “No sex.”
He tried to grab at her, but the moment she fell to her knees, she also opened her mouth to allow his thickened shaft to slide a least an inch between her lips.
Firmly her lips gripped at him and as strong as he was, he couldn’t find any strength to wrench her away. Instead he reached behind him and grabbed the table, shuddering at the possibility of relief from his sexual release. There was no doubt in his mind what woman had been in the library with him and this experience only intensified as she took her time moving her tongue up and down his shaft as if she was trying to redraw every curve, line and crack of his tormented rod.
Parker could feel his eyes straining to close, but he fought to keep them open enamored that she was bequeathing him.
Charisse still couldn’t believe how incredibly large he was and his shaft was so smooth to touch with her hands and her mouth.
“You didn’t answer my question, Parker,” she said teasingly.
“W-What question?” he asked, trying to stay focus.
“How old are you?” Between each word, she planted light kisses from the base to the tip of the shaft.
He actually had to think about it. “Thirty… Thirty-three, Charisse. Why?”
“Hmm.” Lightly, she blew on the tip and chuckled at the shudder she stirred in him. “You think it’ll take me thirty-three strokes?”
He couldn’t answer because she began to work her mouth repeatedly over his shaft, t
aking him deeper and deeper. Counting wasn’t even an option, but he was positive he lost it before thirty-three.
Chapter 36
“I didn’t know foreplay could be this wonderful, Charisse,” he had said as they took delight in each other’s body after the long playful shower. That had been after they had tried to eat in the kitchen, but couldn’t stop touching each other and then someone ended up in the new bedroom naked.
He laid on the bed and instructed her to crawl on the bed and rest her bottom over his face.
She blushed the entire time wondering what he was going to do, but that wonderment was short lived as tumultuous passion replaced any kind of embarrassment as his mouth quickly began to lave and suckled her to fruition.
Situated over his body, gave her access to his to easily lean over and bestow pleasure upon him.
It was unfair that he could bring her body to climax faster than her, but she wasn’t upset about this at all.
Now he slept and she was pondering to wake him to ask him about the bank account.
Quietly getting out of bed, she went to her room where she had brought the paper up while Kimberly had been there.
Getting the key out of her locket, she opened her drawer and looked down at the signature again.
If Cheyenne was so sinister to do this, how further could she go in her quest to win?
Going to the library, she called Chyna on the cell phone, but received the voicemail again.
Even though Parker had taken his work computer, he had bought a new computer for the house and she logged on and found the number to the resort Chyna was staying at in Arizona.
The room was reserved under Parker’s last name and they rung the room reserved.
“Hello?” Chyna answered.
“It’s Charisse.”
“Why are you calling me? Is there an emergency?”
She quickly told Chyna about the slap.
“You broke her nose?” Chyna asked amazed.
“Yes.”
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