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by Mary B. Morrison


  En route to the airport, Fancy drove by her mother’s new home but they didn’t have time to go inside, which was okay because Caroline had toured it during the open house. Using valet parking at Oakland International, they flew the early afternoon flight to L.A. Upon their arrival, the driver was waiting, holding a sign that read: Caroline Taylor. Fancy called Darius from the car. “Hey, baby. Where are you?”

  “In L.A.”

  “In L.A. where? I’m here, too. I have a surprise for you.”

  “You’d better learn to call ahead, woman. I’m at home. Baines is at my home, too.”

  “You sure know how to ruin a surprise.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. Come on over.”

  Knowing how predatory men were, Fancy was glad she hadn’t slept with Baines. He hadn’t given her any more deals but she’d gotten what she needed from him and figured Baines would make some other attractive young realtor the next millionaire. Caroline sat daydreaming out the window so Fancy left her mother deep in thought.

  The driver parked in Darius’s driveway. “Wait right here,” Fancy instructed. “Ma, you can wait in the car, we’ll be right out.”

  Unlocking Darius’s front door with the key he’d given her, Fancy went directly to the bedroom, removed her clothes, pushed Darius onto the bed, and began ripping off his clothes.

  “Can I get a hello?” Darius asked.

  “Hello, baby,” Fancy said, mounting Darius.

  Surrendering, Darius lay back with his hands clamped behind his head. “Hi, Ladycat. Do your thang, woman.”

  Squatting on Darius’s dick, Fancy moaned, “Hi, Slugger,” squeezing Darius’s dick with her pussy. Miss Kitty immediately pulsated. “Don’t hold back, baby. Cum with me, daddy. Rub my clit. She’s on fire. Oh, yes.” Fancy rotated her ass into Darius’s pelvis, tightening all her muscles.

  “Aaawww,” Darius hissed. “Yeesss. Yeesss. Yeesss,” thrusting his engorged head deep into Fancy’s pussy pocket.

  Fancy felt Darius’s cum throbbing, soaking her inside. Leaning into his face, Fancy kissed Darius, and then said, “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, too. But we have to start using condoms. Where’s your mom?”

  “Oh, shit! I forgot my mom is in the car outside.”

  Darius smiled. “You got a one-track mind, woman. Get up off the dick.”

  Hurrying to shower, Fancy dressed again. By the time she was ready, Darius was, too. Smiling as the driver opened the back door, Fancy’s mother was curled on the back seat under a blanket asleep. “Let her sleep,” Fancy suggested. “She’s pregnant.”

  Frowning, Darius’s eyes widened. “For real?” he mouthed.

  Nodding, Fancy motioned for them to sit in the front with the driver. The driver parked in front of the office building where Jada, Wellington, and Darius’s offices were located.

  “You’re taking me to see my mother or my father.”

  “Neither. So how’s Darryl doing with handling your company?” Fancy asked Darius while waking her mother. “We’re here.”

  Looking around, Caroline asked, “Where am I?”

  “L.A., mom. Let’s go.”

  Darius helped Caroline out of the car. “My dad loves the movie industry. Now, if we can only keep him from trying to cast himself in every major male role.”

  Arriving at the tenth floor, Fancy said, “Lean over so I can cover your eyes. Both of you.”

  The three of them took tiny steps along the hallway until Fancy reached her destination. Uncovering their eyes, she pointed toward the sign.

  Darius and Caroline read the inscription on the gold business plate: Fancy Taylor Realty and Mortgage.

  “Ladycat, that’s great! This is you?” Darius asked, picking Fancy up and swinging her around.

  “Oh, baby.” Caroline smiled. “I’m so proud of you. You have your own business.”

  Fancy nodded. “Yes. And when you get your degree, you have an office job waiting for you.”

  “That’s nice baby, but mama likes working at the bar.”

  “So where’re you going to live?” Darius asked.

  Fancy batted her eyelashes.

  Darius eyes widened. “You’re moving in?”

  Nodding again, Fancy said, “Yes, I am.”

  Sternly, with his deepest voice, Darius said, “That’s not how you move in. We have to talk about this first.”

  “Ma, have a seat in my lobby.” Fancy curled her pointing finger at Darius and said, “Oh, we’re gonna talk all right.” Grabbing Darius’s hand, Fancy led him into her office, closed the door, kissed and licked Slugger to an erection, then sucked him, making Darius cum twice. After all the times Fancy had listened to Caroline, it was her mother’s turn to listen. But Fancy had hoped that her mother had fallen asleep again.

  CHAPTER 31

  Yeah! The day Darius impatiently awaited had finally arrived. Not his wedding day. No boy-ie. Marrying Fancy could wait. Not for long but not tonight. Tonight, New York City, Madison Square Garden, the first round draft selection was going down!

  Having arrived in New York two days prior to the draft, Darius had roamed every borough exhausting his nervous energy. He couldn’t eat. Didn’t sleep. His dad had traveled and hung with him nightly at Manhattan’s clubs. Randomly Darryl had instructed the driver to stop at the various clubs he had frequented while balling. Darius had the best times with his dad. Pops still had it. Darryl had danced all night with women Darius’s age, leaving the club early this morning around six when the sun was rising, leaving them nine hours to get ready for the event. After partying into the morning and then dropping Darryl off at the hotel, before Darius retired to his room, Darius had one more stop, to pick up Fancy.

  “Sir, your party has arrived,” the driver said, opening the limousine door.

  “Oh my goodness,” Darius mouthed, watching Ladycat stand on the curb at John F. Kennedy airport. Every baller had a beauty, some celebrity wives, but Darius had a queen and he’d planned on treating Fancy like royalty.

  Fancy didn’t like wearing pants on special occasions but insisted when flying, saying, “There’s nothing sanitary about an airplane, not even in first class. People sneeze, breathe their germs, and fuck on the blankets.” So Fancy always traveled with her own blanket. Her own sanitizers. Even her own toilet tissue. “People don’t wash their hands after using the rest room but they don’t hesitate to pass your drink from the flight attendant to you while cupping their fingers around the rim. Never let anyone other than the flight attendant touch your drink, and even then you’re taking a chance because if the attendant washed her hands in the airplane rest room, that water is contaminated.”

  Grabbing Fancy’s hips, Darius pulled her pussy close to his face. Fancy fingered his locks, meshing her breasts into his forehead, sending waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. Darius buried his nose between Fancy’s thighs, inhaled, and then said, “Damn, you smell good. I miss you, baby. Come here let me hold you.” Darius stood and hugged Fancy. They kissed, not caring who was watching or waiting.

  On the limo ride back to the Ritz, Darius lay his head in Fancy’s lap. Ladycat was so incredibly good to him. Unbeknownst to her, she made this day and every day, special.

  Darius’s mom and Wellington had arrived in New York a week ago to partake in his moment of honor but Darius hadn’t seen them, nor did he want to see them, since they’d arrived. Wellington was up to something. Instantaneously, Wellington had adamantly changed his mind about getting a divorce and was being extra nice to Darius’s mom. Maybe because Wellington surprisingly saw Darius step in as the man caring for his mom on a daily basis and his mom had eventually started going out with other men, including his Darryl, suddenly Wellington wanted back in. Suspiciously, Melanie had vanished but for how long was Darius’s concern. Wellington could’ve stayed in Los Angeles. Darius hadn’t invited him. His mom had.

  When the limo driver opened the door, Darius kissed Fancy. “I love you, Ladycat. Thanks for coming.”

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nbsp; “Wouldn’t have missed this big moment for anything. I love you, too.”

  Did Fancy mean she loved him or was she simply responding in kind? Settling in their room, Fancy showered then slipped into sexy lingerie, a fuchsia lace see-through teddy with clear-heeled stilettos. “Relax, I’m going to do a celebration dance for you now and a victory dance on your face later.”

  With a woman like Fancy, Darius had no reason to be unfaithful. Fancy eased a CD into the player. Her hips swayed and dipped. Fancy kicked off her heels, first the right then the left, and stood on the coffee table holding her clit and teasing her nipple at the same time. Slugger sprang forth with his head protruding in search of Miss Kitty.

  Licking her fingers, Fancy slowly moved her teddy aside, rubbed her shaft, and then whispered, “She missed you and she wants you.” Unsnapping the crotch, her pointing finger curled, beckoning him. Fancy’s eyes fixated on Darius’s dick. Inhaling and exhaling rapidly, Darius moved closer.

  Fancy guided her pussy toward Darius’s lips. Gently Darius kissed and kissed again and again, then held his lips against Fancy’s clit and inhaled as deeply as he could, then held his breath to savor the scent. Exhaling, his moist tongue filled the groove underneath the hood of Fancy’s shaft, dancing and wiggling from Fancy’s vaginal opening to her clit then back again. Dancing together, Darius kept pace with Fancy’s movements. He licked and licked until Fancy aggressively grabbed the back of his head then thrust him closer. Tenderly suctioning the tip of her clit, drinking her juices, Darius grunted, “Uh. Um. Um. Um,” moving his head.

  Ladycat purred, “Ow. Mm-hmm. Ow, yes. Yes, baby. Oh, you make me feel so good.”

  The sound of Fancy’s voice made Darius feel good. Darius suctioned in her shaft which was slightly shorter than the size of her pinky finger. In and out, in and out, Darius sucked. But not too hard and not too long, because the first time he’d done that to a woman her pussy blew up like a balloon and took days to deflate.

  Fancy became more engorged. Her shaft throbbed in his mouth so Darius inserted his middle finger into her wet pussy, stroking in the same come-to-me motion she’d used moments ago. Kindly Darius pressed against her G-spot, finger-fucking her while taking all of her vaginal shaft into her mouth.

  Ladycat danced on his finger and moaned until she finished fucking his hand. Easing off his finger, Fancy lowered her teddy straps, stepped off the table, and said, “I want you to fuck me, daddy. My pussy is so wet, hot, and ready for you. Damn, I’m still cumming.”

  Crawling onto the bed, Fancy kneeled on the edge, leaned forward, and spread her cheeks. Looking over her shoulder, she moaned, “Come and get her.”

  She didn’t have to ask twice. Circling his plump head around her drooling pussy, Darius slid his dick halfway in. Fancy backed up on the other half and yelled, “Fuck me, Darius! You’ve got your pussy all hot and shit, don’t tease me, baby. Fuck me good.”

  From zero to sixty Darius gave his woman what she’d requested, stroking deep, fast, and hard. Miss Kitty grabbed his shaft and held on for a ride that would last well over an hour.

  Showering together, they laughed like children while dressing in their finest clothes. Darius stepped into his designer suit pants and eased into his tailored shirt. Placing his tie around his neck, Fancy said, “Let me tie that for you.”

  “You don’t know how to do a tie, woman.”

  Meticulously, Fancy eye-measured the distance for both layers, smoothed her hand over the tie, then wrapped, looped, and tucked the knot better than he could. “There.” Then she fastened his cuff links, held his jacket until he slid both arms inside, and buttoned his top button.

  “You sure know how to spoil a guy,” Darius said, thinking about Mandy’s comments. Darius retrieved Fancy’s spaghetti-strapped white pearl dress, slipped it over her head, zipped up the side, then eased on her shoes, buckling the straps. Choosing a perfume of his choice, Darius dabbed it behind Fancy’s ears, then glided the tip between her breasts.

  Darius proudly escorted Fancy to the limousine and said, “Thanks, baby. I feel so good.”

  Sitting inside, she said, “Me, too.”

  Darius held her in his arms all the way to Madison Square Garden. The last time Darius was at the Garden was years ago, when he was executive vice president of Black Diamonds. Now Darius had his very own gem lying in his arms. Polished. Flawless. Perfect for him.

  As they entered the Square, turning heads, Darius walked straight to the table, not wanting any other man to feast off of Fancy’s glowing energy and bubbling personality. Mom, Wellington, and Darryl were already seated with his mother in the middle, preventing Darius from sitting next to her.

  “Hi, Mom, Dad, Wellington,” Darius said, sitting next to Darryl.

  “You just made it on time, son. I thought they were going to start without you. Hello, princess,” Darryl said.

  “Hello, Mrs. Tanner, Mr. Williams, and Mr. Jones,” Fancy said, following Darius’s lead.

  The commentator announced, “With the first pick in the NBA Draft, the Los Angeles Lakers pick . . .”

  Fuck! Darius thought, immediately disappointed that he hadn’t been selected by L.A. Having been labeled and treated like a celebrity in his hometown, Darius wanted to stay local. Especially since Fancy had opened her office in Los Angeles.

  Ladycat held his hand. Darius wanted her to let go because his stomach was knotting up, forcing his bowels into his rectal canal. Darius needed to relieve himself but couldn’t move, scared he’d miss his name being called, but also afraid that if he didn’t go to the rest room, he’d have a childlike accident.

  “With the sixteenth pick in the NBA Draft, New Orleans pick . . .”

  “This is bullshit. I’ll be back,” Darius whispered, rising from his seat.

  Darryl placed his hand on Darius’s shoulder. “Patience, son. Your turn will come.”

  “When? They’ve called everyone except me. I’ve gotta go to the rest room, Dad. My stomach is killing me.”

  Removing his hand from Darius’s shoulder, Darryl said, “Hurry back.”

  Walking swiftly toward the exit, Darius heard, “With the seventeenth pick in the NBA Draft, Atlanta picks Darius Williams from the University of California at Los Angeles.”

  Curling his fingers into a fist, Darius swung his elbow along his side until his fist aligned with his ribs and said, “Yes.”

  Tightening his butt cheeks, Darius strolled up to the podium, smiling as he was handed a cap with an “Atlanta” patch across the top. “The first person I want to praise is God. Then I give thanks for my deceased grandmother, Ma Dear. My mom, Jada Diamond Tanner. I want to thank my dad, Darryl Williams, my coaches at UCLA and the coaches at Atlanta, and last but not least my stepfather, Wellington Jones, and my fiancée, Fancy Taylor.”

  After relieving himself, Darius enjoyed hearing the remaining Draft selections. After his offstage interviews, Darius returned to their table. Everyone was smiling except Ladycat.

  Whispering in her ear, Darius asked, “What’s wrong?”

  Fancy shook her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks so Darius dabbed her face with his handkerchief, tucking the initials DL under her fingers. With a half smile, she whispered, “Atlanta?”

  Before Darius responded, his cell phone rang. Glancing at Ashlee’s name on the ID, Darius excused himself from the table, walked into the lobby, and then answered, “Hey, Ashlee. Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, I just called to congratulate you on your selection and your engagement.”

  “Thanks. I really mean that. How are you?”

  “Just missing you. Darius, we had so much together.” Ashlee starting crying. “Darius, I love you.”

  “Ashlee, please don’t do this to me. Not now. I have enough on my mind right now.”

  “Promise me that before you get married, you’ll come and visit me. I want you to visit our son’s grave with me.”

  Why in the fuck did Ashlee have to bring up such sad shit during one of the happiest m
oments of his life? Darius pressed his thumb and middle finger into his eyes, forcing back tears. Nothing was more painful than losing his son. He’d only held the lil’ man once. He was so tiny and so precious. And Darius thought he’d gotten over Ashlee, but damn, since they were kids, they’d been through everything together.

  “Huuhhh.” Opening his eyes, Fancy stood in front of him. Darius sniffled into the phone, saying, “I promise. I gotta go,” then hung up.

  “What did she want?” Fancy questioned, drying her tears.

  “Why are you crying, Ladycat?” Darius asked.

  Hugging Darius, Fancy said, “Because when you hurt, I hurt. What did she want?”

  Since Darius and Fancy had agreed to be honest with one another, quietly gasping for air, Darius said, “Me. She wants me.”

  CHAPTER 32

  All any mother wanted was the best for her child and since Darius was drafted into the NBA in the first round, Jada was elated. Despite all her problems and each of her concerns, Jada had so much to be grateful for. Her loyal employees like Zen, who could’ve quit or gotten fired after fucking Darius. Zen had become the person who ran her office daily, making sound decisions. Jada’s phone rang nonstop from clients and friends with congratulatory comments and requests for NBA game tickets. Jada’s best friend Candice wanted courtside seats. Jada wasn’t even guaranteed seats that close. The day after Darius was drafted, stock in Black Diamonds increased thirty percent.

  Hopefully, with his new career and with his fiancée Fancy, Darius would truly find happiness. Jada forgave herself for lying to Darius, Darryl, Wellington, and herself. And gave herself credit for the things she’d done well. Exceptionally well.

  If only Jada had told Darius that Darryl was his father and Wellington wasn’t, everyone’s lives would’ve been better. Who knew? Perhaps if Jada had told the truth, Darius would’ve never gone pro. But then again Wellington probably wouldn’t have married her, or perhaps he wouldn’t have had an affair with someone she despised. What if Jada hadn’t had the ménage a trois with Wellington and Melanie? Then Melanie would be just another woman. But she wasn’t. Although Melanie was no longer Wellington’s woman, during their affair Wellington hadn’t been discreet about his feelings for Melanie or their relationship. Life was filled with what-ifs.

 

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