by Warick Love
“Honestly, I want those cookies now. Why do you have to torture me this way?” She grabbed one fat cookie from the tray and took a bite. “Oh my God! Who needs men when you have this? This is delicious, Amanda. Make some more!”
Eight
Garnet devoted most of her days studying and getting around her plan. She misses Max, misses the way he makes her ache for his touch, misses his lips on her body, her hands on hers. Yet, every time she remembers his expression that day at the beach house, as though she meant nothing more to him than just a partner in crime, it was as though some part of her has died. Being an only child, Garnet is used to all the attention, to all the toys, to getting her way. It’s not as if she’s demanding a lot. All she wanted to know is if he could she their partnership moving into something else. Sure, they had an agreement, but still---she gave him all of her, surrendered herself fully, and opened her heart to him. She wanted to believe that in the many times they have been together, at least she meant even a bit for him. Obviously, that’s not the case. This whole getting back at him thing is not because she almost ditched her. It was because she is so irritated with herself for being so naive and trusting.
She lay on the bed that night and thought about him. She was the first man who actually made a difference in her life, the first man who had ever possessed her. It was like a silly joke for her that they can never be. The physicality that they shared was immense. It was unbelievable that a man who exuded so much passion in bed can look at you and not care. She always thought that emotions and physicality are intertwined. Sadly, she was wrong and she has to salvage her pride before it is too late. She envy her aunt for being the independent woman that she is, for having the reputation of wrapping every man she encounters around her delicate French tipped fingers. If only she has the guts like Tante Gabrielle.
She slept surprisingly well that night and had dreams of being in another place, another time. She dreamt about that summer she spent with Blake when they were kids, of how much fun they had. Life was more carefree then for her, a time when she actually believed about tales of prince and princesses and castles. It was not that much fun in real life.
Nine
After school, Garnet went back to her apartment to get a few things. Once she was inside, she was startled to find her parents on her living room. Garnet felt her heart beating fast. Something is not right here. Her parents wouldn’t have come if it is not something big.
She kicked her heels and changed to her pair of bunny slippers. “Hello, you two. What brought you here?” She walked towards them and reached out to hug them both. Garnet was totally unprepared for the thunderous slap that hit her face. It was his father. “Armand!”, her mother gasped. “Don’t do this.”
“What was that for?” She asked, too startled to speak.
“Did you really think we would never find out? Did you really think you can fool us for a long time, Garnet?”
“So you already know?”
“You are my testing my patience, young lady. Starting tomorrow, you are going back to St. Martin and are to stay with Gabrielle until I figure out what to do with you.”
“But what about school? Don’t you think that’s a bit too much, Father? Why don’t you slap me again so that we’re quits?”
Her mother rushed to her side. “Garnet, please understand. We are very disappointed in you. We never would have thought you’d go this far. What will Max’s parents say?”
Garnet’s temper rushed to the surface, “You care about what they say and you don’t care about mine? That’s just mighty low.”
“You listen to me, Garnet. You have me so disappointed in you. Everything will be arranged by tomorrow. Pack your bags and lock this goddamned place. It will be on the ads as soon as possible. You will follow orders from now on.”
She looked at her father squarely. “What if I don’t?”
“Then we will push through with the marriage and it will be your lifetime prison----whether you like it or not. In addition, you will leave school to be a full time wife to Max.”
“You’re impossible! Mother, can’t you hear what he’s saying?”
Her mom held her hand, as if to calm her. “Garnet, we are only thinking about your welfare.”
“My welfare or the family’s interest? How can you two be so selfish? What about me?”
His father rose from his seat, her mother behind him. “You heard me. Go pack your bags.” They left then and Garnet was filled with an utter sense of disbelief.
Ten
The warm water in the tub soothed her body but her mind was working nonstop. She gazed at the bathroom window, seeing the panorama of the street lights from her vantage point. So, it was over. What a mess she created for herself! She looked at the bathroom she carefully decorated, the elegant walls and the vintage tub and faucets. This was her home, the only place where she was able to live the way she wanted to. Now, it is longer hers. She hated her father for having no heart and her mother for not being able to stand up for her. Today ends everything and she’d be stuck in St. Martin for God knows how long. The only consolation is that, she’d be away from her parents and that Tante Gabrielle is there.
As the sudsy water covered her body, she thought about Max. She was not even able to execute her plan. The more she thinks about it, the clearer it became. She did not love Max. Maybe she was just too sick of her life that somehow, she found a bit of comfort in him. She would miss him though----his handsome face, his rough touch, his mysterious aura, and his detachment. She cares about him, but with everything going on right now, it is time to put an end to it and probably should start a new life without him.
Just then, her doorbell rang. She slipped on a robe and steeled herself just in case her parents decided to go back and insult her even further. With a heavy heart, she opened the door. Standing on the portal was Max. He was carrying a bunch of flowers. “You didn’t show up.” He began.
“What?” She asked, puzzled.
“We were supposed to have dinner tonight. I was at the restaurant, waiting. I was calling your goddamned phone but it was off. I thought something happened to you.”
“Oh. I’m alright. I overslept. I’m sorry I forgot about the dinner. Umm, err, come in.”
Garnet has no idea if he already knew but she was so tired to talk anyway so she just put the flowers on top of the piano and closed the door.
Garnet was so busy with her own thoughts that she did not hear him talking. “What happened to your cheek?”
She was startled and asked, “Excuse me, what?”
“Your cheek. What happened to your cheek?” He asked again, his tone with a dangerous edge.
“Nothing. I fell.”
“You’re not yourself today. Is something wrong? Are you sick?”
“No, Max. I’m okay. I’m just not in the mood to talk.”
“Okay.” He sensed something was very wrong but he did not ask anything more. He had never seen her this subdued before.
“Have you eaten yet? I will order some food and we can eat here. That is, if you’re okay with it.”
“Sure, Max. I am not particularly hungry, but okay, I’ll try to eat.
When the food arrived, Max arranged everything on the dinner table. The food was great---there were Kebabs, some fajitas, quesadillas, and several servings of garlic and olive oil angel hair pasta. Garnet tried to eat and be in a better mood. It did not work. Max opened a bottle of champagne, which Garnet drowned herself with, one glass after the other. A few minutes later, the sudden alcohol rush must have numbed her senses and lifted the dark cloud that was dampening her mood.
She excused herself and came back in the living room wearing a flimsy gold silk nightgown. She sagged on the couch and tucked her feet under.
A small voice inside her shook away the feeling of defeat. This may be the last time he’ll ever see him and she wanted to make sure that forgetting about her would not be very easy as he thought it would be. She stole a glance and so his head leaning o
n the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed. It was time for his farewell present.
She slid down from the couch and sat on the floor, facing him. She took off his shoes and his socks. Feeling like a dirty wanton, she lightly sucked on his big toe. He almost jumped from the contact, her tongue torturing him to the maximum. Her hand massaged his feet as he continued to lick his toes one by one. His other foot, she placed under the nightgown and allowed it to roam freely and caress her body. His foot rubbed against her warm tummy and noticing that she has no panties on, he got even more excited. He rubbed against his pussy and got harder as he realize she was hairless there. The Brazilian wax made Garnet’s pussy felt more sensitive and bare that a few rubs with some skin got her so wet.
She forced herself to concentrate and slowly but eagerly fumbled with his belt and pants. She pulled his pants down as she kissed his thighs very lightly, avoiding his cock deliberately. Her tongue flicked the very sensitive skin on his thighs and soon, he was groaning and raising his hips to meet her kiss. She pulled the pants all the way up to his knees. She kissed him there and his legs automatically responded. She kissed the back of his knees and made him groan even louder. His cock now stands proudly inside his underwear and his hands gripped the edge of the couch.
Her face moved closer to his cock, and using her teeth, he pulled his underwear away. He was so quick to toss it somewhere. Using her whole face, she kissed her balls and his rod, drawn by his manly scent and the warmth of his skin. Her nose made love to his entire length, rubbing it lightly, gently until he was calling out her name in desperation.
She ate him then, slowly but surely. She started with his silky cockhead, which she licked tenderly with her tongue. She could almost taste his saltiness and it excited her even more. Garnet slid his cock inside her mouth, inch by inch until she could feel his head all the way on her throat. She licked him and imagined that this is the last time she’d ever make love to a man. She seduced herself with naughty thoughts and it made her indulge even more with his private feasting. Max had never felt anything like this. Garnet was not the type to initiate when it comes to sex, but looking at her now, it was as though she was possessed and could not control her own passions. The way he sucked his dick as she looked at him with those glazy eyes almost had him undone. Her hair was tossed sexily, the straps of her gown already on her shoulders, revealing that dark slash of her breasts.
When he was as stiff as she wants him to be, she sat on his lap, facing him. She stood again, and this time slid his cock all the way inside her and moved her hips as though riding him. Her breasts bounced with her every move, giving her a sultrier look. This is so removed from the Garnet that he knows for months. It thrilled him up to his very toes. Given his share of women, this Garnet gave them all a swift kick on the ass.
She rode him again and again and stood up to suck his cock again. Her tongue was even more torturous this time, her hands were all over him. She came like a blast inside her mouth. Garnet took everything in, and licked him clean.
They both fell asleep on the living room. When Max woke up, he was lying on the couch, Garnet no longer on top of him. He walked in the shower and took a nice cool bath.
“I must have fallen fast asleep with what you did to me.” He said.
When there was no response, he looked inside all the bedrooms. She is not in any of them.
He dressed up quickly and looked at the garage. Her car was there. He went to the kitchen to make some coffee and there, she found a note tucked in one of the colourful mugs.
Max,
I’ll be away for a long time. I hope you had a great time last night because that will be the last. Our deal is off. My parents already found put about our plan and I can no longer fulfil my end of the arrangement. I wish you well. You’re very good at what you do and even without me, I know that one day the company you’ve been dreaming about for years will be yours. I’m sorry I can’t help you push that day a lot sooner.
I had fun with you. And you’re right about one thing---it’s just the sex. After last night, I totally understand.
G.
Max stood frozen in place, her note still in his hand. She walked out on him. He couldn’t believe it. Then he remembered---her swollen cheek, her sour mood. Now it all made sense.
Garnet took a cab all the way to the airport. She actually had no idea where to go. She had been told to go back to Tante Gabrielle’s house. The older woman was so worried about her when she called her on the phone and told her that she can arrange for her to go to another place if she did not want to be at the beach house. Garnet knew that she can trust her aunt. While she was trying to make up her mind, a very familiar sounding man elbowed her slightly. “I thought I’d find you here.”
It was then that Garnet knew everything will be alright from then on.