Sweetest Obsessions - Anthology

by Anthony, Jane

  “Jesus, Zander, I can’t stop.”

  She tugged my hair holding on for dear life. I unleashed my cock, stood, and slammed into her warmth. Our lips met, and she sucked her juices off of my tongue.

  “My little naughty girl.”

  Her thighs hugged my waist as I plunged into her tight core. Vicky’s arms hung loosely around my neck.

  “I can’t live without you, Zander,” she cried.

  “Don’t ever leave me.”

  Being all Vicky ever needed was what fueled me every day. But we couldn’t keep living in secret either.

  “Vicky, I’m coming.” Thrusting inside her fast, then slow, my eyes hooded, and I roared as cum shot out of my cock into her womb. “I love you, baby,” I breathed into her hair.

  Lowering her onto her feet, I smoothed her wild hair. “The secrets have to stop.”

  She slid her dress over her hips. “I know.”

  I pulled myself together.

  Stepping behind her, I massaged her shoulders, and we continued our house tour.

  “The tall ceilings are nice. I love the rectangular balcony overlooking the living room. Oh my god, the ball shape crystal chandeliers are unique and beautiful.”

  Vicky gaped as we stepped into each room.

  I was sure her favorite room of all, was the master bedroom with his and her walk-in custom closets. The king-sized bed was the only piece of furniture I had delivered.

  “We’ll sleep here tonight.” I pointed at the suitcase across the room. “I packed a few jeans, T-shirts and bare necessities of course.”

  She stepped into my arms. “Not sure I’ll need clothes at all this weekend. We have several rooms to christen.”

  I chuckled. “True.”

  16

  Zander

  Four Years Later

  * * *

  Slowly, I became my dad. Most of my time was spent orchestrating new deals or sketching in my state-of-the-art home office.

  I was acting Chief Executive Officer of our family firm, TM Architecture. Owen didn’t mind being second in command as the Chief Operating Officer.

  My father assisted Owen and I. We designed half the skyline in downtown Atlanta.

  Our lives changed in an instant. Hayden graduated from college and the war began. Vicky and Hayden fought for years to become the CEO of Gaster Enterprises. She and I traveled for work, rarely spending quality time together. Our work helped us avoid the elephant looming its huge head over our relationship. Hayden.

  Probably should have told Vicky to let him have the company, so we could enjoy our life. Instead, I was swallowed into my family’s business too.

  Hayden’s cousin Bryce decided it would be cool to take him out to a strip club for his twenty-fifth birthday. Not just any strip club. The best strip club in all of Atlanta, Make It Rain.

  Alex and Troy were down to hang.

  We sat in V.I.P. The disco strobe lights flashed across the room and the music blared through the speakers.

  Bryce paid ten stacks to have a stripper dance for Hayden. To say Hayden was awe struck was a fucking understatement. The stripper led Hayden into a private room. Strippers clapped their asses in our faces. We poured hundred-dollar bills over their bodies.

  Secretly, I was texting my woman.

  “Vicky, I miss you. I’ll fly out to Cali to see you.”

  Vicky oversaw the L.A. office, lately. The distance between us was gnawing at my nerves.

  “No, baby. Don’t do that. I’ll never get any work done.”

  “We are at the strip club celebrating your brother’s birthday.”

  “Whose idea was that?”

  “Bryce.”

  “My cousin practically lives at the strip club. I’m not surprised.”

  “Flash your tits then send me a video of you playing with your pussy. Baby, I’m horny.”

  “You better not fuck a stripper, Zander!”

  “What the fuck?” I huffed aloud.

  “Your brother’s birthday?” Troy gasped over my shoulder.

  I pressed the side button on my cell, locking the screen. “Troy, mind your fucking business!” I yelled in his ear.

  “Dude, I thought, you and Hayden worked out your differences and you agreed not to talk to you know who.”

  “I didn’t agree to shit. I told him we’d been friends too long, and I wasn’t seeing her. At the time that was true. But months later things changed. Troy, she’s my woman. Hayden doesn’t need to know right now. But I’ll be the one to tell him.”

  He raised his hands as if he was surrendering. “That’s between you guys.”

  “Were friends no matter what, bro.” He pulled me into a bro hug and we slapped hands.

  “I’ll be in the limo. I have to calm her down.”

  Troy chuckled. “Ain’t no calming that one down. She’s a fucking raging bull. You got your hands full with that one.”

  I shrugged him off and exited the club.

  Sitting inside the Cadillac Escalade limo, I rolled up the partition and pressed the FaceTime button beside Vicky’s number.

  “What the fuck, Zander?” A scowl consumed her beautiful face.

  “Baby, I’m in the limo alone. I’m ready.”

  She sat on the bed, unbuttoned her peach blouse and slid a boob out of her bra.

  I pulled my lower lip into my mouth. “Vicky, I need to see you. We’ve been a part for two weeks.”

  “Zander, I return next Wednesday.”

  “Shit, I’m supposed to handle a deal in Miami next week.”

  Vicky dropped her head and sobbed.

  “We can quit our jobs and travel. We have plenty of money.”

  “What?” She glanced at me through the tears.

  “No. I am so close. You know running the Atlanta office is my goal.

  Hayden will take over the California office.”

  “I don’t give a shit if he moves to L.A. He will know we are a couple the second the announcement is made.” I roared.

  “Zander, you can’t.”

  “Watch me. Actually, you stay in California.”

  I disconnected the call.

  Fed up was a fucking understatement.

  She was everything to me. But imagine being in a secret relationship for seven years. I’d had it.

  The following day, I flew to Miami earlier than planned. I’d sketch and surf leading up to my meeting. Vicky called several times. I didn’t answer.

  Our relationship felt unsalvageable at this point. Instead of sketching I worked out in the gym of our condo.

  Two hours later, I strolled in the front door ready to take a shower. Standing on the balcony, she stared at the ocean. Fuck, why did she come here?

  I stepped onto the balcony, leaning against the banister.

  “Vicky, you should have stayed in California. Your company and your brother are more important than us.” There was no way I was meeting her gaze.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “I’m done, Vicky. You don’t ever plan to tell your brother. Honestly, I thought when Hayden returned home from school, we’d sit him down and tell him we’re a couple. I can’t even propose to you. Why would I? You’d never wear the ring. Go home Vicky.” I stalked off.

  The hot water thudded my skin. Soft hands massaged my back. I peeked over my shoulder at my fucking woman. Shit, I hated how she could climb under my skin. Where she belonged.

  “I understand. It was unfair of me to ask you to live in secret with me.” She grabbed my huge bicep and turned me to look into her tranquil eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She fell against my chest.

  My monstrous fist pounded the wall above her head. “Fuck, Vicky! I should’ve come first. I always put you first.” A tear slid down my cheek as the water poured over my head.

  Her hands swept over my pecs, halting at my soaked face. “I love you so very much, Zander. You are my heart and soul.”

  I held her tight.

  “Let’s go out. I want to dance with you all night. Ple
ase?”

  I nodded. We’ve done everything together. I loved spending time with her.

  We swayed to the beat of a slow song in a South beach club.

  The beautiful bright, white, flowy dress with a slit up the front was sexy. My fingers lingered over her bare arms.

  “I love this. I love us.” She smiled bright as the sun.

  It was no doubt in my mind she loved me.

  We only left the floor twice to sip our drinks, then we were back on the dance floor. It was one of our best nights together. I wish we didn’t have to return home.

  17

  Zander

  We flew back to Atlanta, Thursday. I knew I needed to leave, but it was difficult. She was my life. Not to mention, she couldn’t stay off my cock. The way she moaned my name. Fuck, she had me by the balls.

  Friday night, I sat with Bryce at RA Sushi. We were waiting for Hayden, Troy, and Alex. We hung out at least once a month.

  Earlier Bryce called Troy, Alex, and me. Told us we’d sing ‘I’m In Love With a Stripper,’ at dinner to get under Hayden’s skin.

  Hayden approached our table. “Hey, what’s up guys?”

  “What’s up with you?” I asked.

  “Everything is going well. Vicky just became CEO of our Atlanta office.”

  Of course, I already knew. She called right after the board meeting. She was excited to remain at the Atlanta office. Good, he was fucking leaving. Before he moved to L.A. I’d inform him I was marrying his sister.

  “Happy to hear. Tell her I said congratulations.”

  “Zander, I will.”

  Hayden sat across from us. Bryce began to laugh.

  “What’s so funny?” Hayden scowled.

  “I’m in love with a stripper,” he sang the famous song.

  “Ok, I’m out of here,” Hayden growled.

  I covered my mouth trying to choke down a chuckle.

  “No Hayden. Just messing around. The girls want us to go on a double date tomorrow. Me, Karena, you, and Lydia.”

  Hayden’s brows rose. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah, so get your love panties out of a twist. Let’s hang out with our ladies.” He raised his glass.

  We joked about Hayden and the stripper chick? He couldn’t seriously be into her. Out of all the women he’s dated in his lifetime, he was falling for a stripper.

  Hayden picked up the glass of Vodka Bryce had waiting for him and tapped Bryce’s glass. They drank.

  “Zander, what’s up with you?” Hayden grinned.

  “The same thing as always. Working for the old man and working my way through law school.”

  Law school wasn’t going as planned. I loved Architecture more. I decided this was my last semester.

  “Do you want to bring a date and go bowling with us tomorrow?” Hayden sipped his drink.

  “No thanks. I have other plans.” My knee bounced under the table. I wanted to tell him I was taking his sister to dinner to celebrate her promotion. Yeah, as you could tell I hadn’t left my woman yet.

  Troy’s hand landed on Hayden’s shoulder. He glanced up.

  “Hey,” he stood giving him a bro hug.

  Troy sat down next to Hayden. Alexander sat beside him.

  “Hey, Alex.” Hayden nodded.

  “What’s going on?”

  He glanced at Troy again.

  “You know the same as always making money.” Troy raised and spread his arms. “The Pharmaceutical business is fucking awesome!”

  Hayden smiled.

  “Alex, how was your vacation?”

  “Dude, it would have been better if all of us could have hung out.”

  “I know...”

  “Hey, it’s ok.” Bryce raised his finger, cutting Hayden off mid-sentence. We sang on queue. “I’m in love with a stripper!”

  He placed his hand across the bridge of his nose. “You fucking guys got jokes!”

  Troy patted Hayden’s back a couple of times. “It’s ok. She’s beautiful. But fuck Eric, the look on your face when she danced for you, it’s like you never seen pussy before. And we both know that is bull shit!”

  We all laughed.

  Hayden rambled on about the stripper chick. I swear she consumed his thoughts.

  “Wait, you are just fucking her right? You don’t plan to make her your woman?” I asked.

  “Yes, she’s pulled my heart strings. I was with her last night. I was late for work this morning because I overslept.”

  Alex smirked. “Must be some good pussy for Hayden Gaster to be late for work.”

  “We haven’t had sex yet.”

  Our faces dropped around the table.

  “You are slipping.” Troy shook his head.

  “I’m not worried about having sex with her. It will happen in due time.”

  “I don’t know Hayden. You don’t know how many men she’s had sex with. It might not be good anymore.”

  He cut his eyes at me. “Zander, I do. It will be me. I will be the only man having sex with her.”

  “What?” Bryce yelled.

  “Yes, she’s a virgin.”

  “You always did have luck with the virgins,” Alex grunted, rubbing his gruffy black beard.

  Troy gawked at Hayden.

  “Hey, that was a long time ago. It’s different with Lydia. She’s mine. That’s the end of this fucking discussion!”

  “Fuck, man calm down, Eric. If you want to be with the virgin stripper, we are all behind you.”

  He glanced around the table. “Right fellows?”

  My dark brows rose. “Of course, we are.”

  Never thought I’d see the day Hayden would consider being with one woman.

  18

  Hayden

  Zander and I had been best friends since we were eight years old. He came over my house when we were in fifth grade. The first time we hung out, playing video games. It was cool. The second time he came over, en route to my room he peeked in my sister’s room. She bit his head off. Surely, he’d steer clear after their first encounter.

  Nope, I was wrong. She used him. Sent him running to the kitchen grabbing sodas, chips and shit. What the fuck? Then one day something changed between them. He no longer catered to her. What the fuck happened? Vicky sought Zander out. It was like she dug into his skin with a tiny knife. Purposely, trying to piss him off.

  Zander and I were the best of friends. We did everything together. Whatever crush he had on my sister didn’t stop him from fucking mad chicks.

  The night we celebrated his sixteenth birthday we were enjoying ourselves. The second my sister returned home Zander’s mood shifted.

  Later that night, two girls sat on his lap begging for his attention. His gaze was fixated on the patio door. What the fuck was up?

  Horsing around in the pool with Kylie, I didn’t see Zander walk into the house.

  “Kylie, I’ll be right back.” Snatching a towel off the table, I dried my body.

  “Don’t take forever,” she yelled.

  I slipped into the house. There was whispering coming from the other side of the theater room door.

  I couldn’t make out their entire conversation.

  “After I graduate, say you’ll be my woman. No one has to know,” Zander said.

  Vicky said something else I couldn’t hear.

  The next words that fell out of her mouth made me want to rip my best friend's head off.

  “Zander, go before my brother comes looking for you.”

  What the fuck?

  I ran back to the pool and entertained our guests. Zander drank heavily once he returned to the party. Later that night, it appeared he took his frustrations out on Riley. He never looked into her face once. Zander was somewhere else.

  The next morning, Vicky watched the sex videos, of Zander and I fucking Kylie and Riley, on our phones. She appeared a little crushed. Deep inside I was happy she saw the video. End the stupid sick, fucking, crush shit between them, already.

  Zander returned home for the first
time in a while. He spent the night at our house here and there, but not like he did before my sister came between us.

  We still hung out, but a part of our friendship died. Fucking Vicky.

  Senior year, the old Zander returned. We had the best fucking time. The night of our epic graduation party, I watched my friend run after my sister. He resurfaced a half hour later snatching a chick by the hand, disappearing upstairs. A smile curled my lips. Vicky ripped his heart out of his chest again. Good.

  Driving through the parking lot at Lake Lanier, I spotted my sisters car. After talking to Zander on his yacht, I thought everything was good. Later, that night, I realized my best friend stabbed me in the back. He was secretly seeing my sister. He kissed her, and she reciprocated.

  I had to shut that shit down. Forbidding them to see each other, I thought would work. Fuck, it didn’t. Zander was determined to have her.

  They disappeared for the remainder of the summer. He resurfaced before we went off to college. It was awkward chilling at Troy’s and we weren’t speaking. He sat on the couch gulping down a beer. His dark eyes stared through me. Pretty sure he thought about killing me.

  Imagine my surprise when he called asking me to chill at his house for the Thanksgiving holiday. We were good I thought. I left a voicemail message, inviting him over for Christmas. He didn’t return my call. He was in the wind.

  My sister moped around the house. They weren’t seeing each other, and they were miserable. I was to blame. Vicky stomped on my friendship like I said she would.

  Vicky’s wide-eyed gaze met mine the day I arrived at the Harvard Frat party. Zander and Vicky’s energy was weird. Vicky pretended to be mean to Zander.

  Later that night Zander was distant. He didn’t want to hang with us at all.

  He left his brother’s house around one thirty in the morning. I followed that fucker. Zander parked in the parking garage of Vicky’s building. I waited a little after two, then entered her condo. She was flush upon opening the door. I hugged and sniffed her neck. My suspicions were confirmed. Their bold fragrances laced her skin. My best friend was dating my sister behind my back.