by Xyla Turner
Fuck no!
That day, Harvey’s words came back to me. Especially, the one about tilling the soil and having some other bloke come in and try to plant on the ground that I had invested in.
No.
When we arrived at dinner, like always and no matter how early we were there, Harvey and Zora were already seated. The couple had smiles on their faces when they spotted us. We exchanged hellos, the women hugged, and us men gave handshakes. Like old friends and business partners, we chatted about business and then about life. Harvey shared that they were expecting a new bundle of joy in about six months. The man had pride and adoration all on his face. Zora simply had love for which part, it was hard to tell. Her husband or the product of both of them.
I wanted that. I wanted all of that with Maxine. She had yet to express what she wanted, and I planned to wait until she did.
Midway through, Harvey mentioned something about purchasing a jet.
“I need a jet too.” I blurted out as I had come to that conclusion after talking with Jacquez about coming to see Maxine for the second time. Not that he wouldn’t mind, but I wanted to be able to go when I needed and not have to deal with questions about my relationships. There needed to be a simpler way.
“Why?” Maxine turned to ask me.
“Need to be able to get to you or have you come to me when we want.” I shared with her, right before planting a kiss on her temple.
“Yeah, I got the person for you.” Harvey smirked. “It’s so much better.”
“I would tend to agree. Harvey can go and come as he wants. He hates being away from home for too long and a jet makes that easier.” Zora added.
Maxine nodded, and it was considered done in my head. A jet it was.
By the end of the dinner, the women were huddled and talked in hushed tones, and Harvey was talking to me about the details of our deal with the hotel. We already broke ground, but with the completion days, Harvey had scheduled for the next few years, so we planned to see what the best times and days would be for us to connect. Most of our work could be done remotely, but since the man was a thorough one, it mattered to him how the hotel was coming along and if it would be exclusive enough to offer to his clientele. He knew how the other Wolfe hotels were and the caliber of consumers that we carried, so he was confident. Yet, he was thorough. I had no problems with either because I would have done the same.
Maxine and I arrived home, where I tried to remind her what it was like to have me every night, so she would never forget it. Her ass was still sore, but by tomorrow, I’d have lube and the pain would have worn off from the shagging yesterday. She liked it because she was naughty and said it was forbidden. It was but it felt so bloody good. I loved it and couldn’t wait until we did it again. She was at work tomorrow, so I would do a little shopping myself. There was a celebrity jewelry store in Philadelphia that specialized in engagement rings.
The next day and week ended too quickly, but it was consistent. Every day around noon, I waited to take Maxine to lunch and we went out for dinner every night, except my last night. That evening, I decided to have us cook a meal together. It was Sunday evening and when she went into her home office to get some work done, I looked up a complicated but fun recipe and bought the ingredients. When Maxine came out, she looked at the counter lined with all types of food with wonder and mystery.
“What’s this?” She smiled.
“We’re going to cook a meal together.” I said with confidence.
She laughed and said, “That so? So this meal, have you had it before?”
“Not really but you’re the soul food expert, and I can measure, cut and boil.” I slapped her ass. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”
Maxine yelped, then said, “Mmkay. I’m game.”
That led to both of us being covered in flour, when flour wasn’t even a part of the ingredients. We ended up eating crackers and brie cheese with guacamole. The recipe was considered fun but not too tasty. Also, chopped carrots were different than diced. Minced garlic and cloves were also different. Therefore, it was a pizza and ice cream night, yet still fun. Maxine walked around looking like she just got into a pillow fight as somehow feathers ended up stuck to her hair, arms, and the back of her thighs. She had on short running shorts and a tank top. I was in shorts and a tee shirt that was covered in juices of all kinds and maybe even some oils.
Once we devoured the pizza, we moved to the shower, where I helped wash Maxine’s hair. She said that I was experiencing a major privilege. I think it was because she didn’t know how much flour I had dumped on her head. In turn, she washed my hair, and I smelled like her apricots and tea tree oil concoction. The cover of the bottle was clearly meant for a black woman, since it had one with a huge bush and image of Africa on the front. I made a comment about my hair standing on top of my hair and demonstrated the gesture. Maxine fell over in a fit of laughter. So did I. My hair didn’t do that, but it was softer than it had ever felt. Almost like a baby. The product might have to be included in my hair routine.
Hours before I had to be the airport the next day, Maxine and I were at a local coffee shop when I shared.
“Plan to be in London in the next coming weeks.” I told her.
Her eyebrow rose at the statement, well command.
“That so?” She commented with one raised eyebrow as it seemed to be her default response.
“That’s so.” I replied and met her gaze. “Two reasons. My mum and to finish what we’ve begun at the hotels.”
The other eyebrow rose as she looked intently at me.
“Noah.” She started but I interrupted her.
“I need this.” I explained and left it at that.
“We no longer have a contract.” Maxine noted.
“That money is back in your account.” I nodded. “That is still in effect. Also, it’s not good business to turn down business.”
Her arms folded, and I knew we would be in for a ride.
“Noah, I will turn down business if I don’t want to work with a client. I don’t care how bad business is.” She answered me. “I’m not claiming it’s good business practice.”
I took her hands in mine, then kissed each one.
“Okay, Love. However, I know that you value your brand and more importantly, the customer. My hotels are in need of ARC services, right. You are ARC and I need you. Sooo, Love. The contract is still good, plus we planned.” I pulled up my calendar on my phone and said, “You’d be coming out on the 16th of next month. Therefore, that ticket has already been purchased, and you are scheduled to leave and return as we previously planned.” I reminded her, but judging by the glare she was giving me, she wasn’t happy.
“Look, Noah. I’ve been trying to be real patient with the way you’ve come in and start throwing around commands and demands. Right.” She waved her hand towards me. “I get it. It’s for my good and all that shit, but you need to understand that I’m also running a business that has just blown up what feels like overnight. Literally, overnight. Because of you, might I add. I get you’re trying to help but ordering me around is not going to yield the result you want.”
“That so?” I took a line from her page.
My lady’s neck recoiled back as if she’d been hit, then Maxine scoffed at me.
“That is so, Mr. Wolfe.” She snapped back.
“Well, in that case, I am the customer, and if my services cannot be rendered the way I would like, I’ll be forced to leave a review on every platform that uses your services.” I shrugged. “I’m sure your clients would care to know that you…”
“Noah.” She cut me off as she stood up. “You have GOT to be kidding me?”
At that point, I grabbed her and placed her on my lap before whispering in her ear.
“Love, don’t make me spank your naughty ass in this coffee shop.” Her head turned as those luscious lips formed an O.
My cock came to life as I saw that was something that interests her.
“You’re wet fro
m that, are you?” I asked.
“No.” She said too quickly and turned her head. “Just stop playing. Okay?”
“Who says I’m playing?” I asked. “I’d love to bend you over this table and have people watch me spank your arse. They wouldn’t be able to see your flesh of course. No one can see that, but the act. Yes.”
That was said with a slight growl. I realized that it was something I’d love. Having people watch her respond to me. My punishments, pleasure, and presence. My cock was hard as steel.
“Got to get you home before my plane leaves.” I nipped her earlobe.
“Mmmm.” She writhed on my lap. “Yes and I might just hit back.”
“Oh Love, don’t tease me.” I squeezed her thigh. “Now, back to our original topic. You coming to London to finish the job and re-establish a good relationship with my mum?”
“Shit, fine Noah. But I’m telling you, if that woman starts her fuckery, there is going to be hell to pay. And if you are a mama’s boy, tell me now.” She added.
“I am a mama’s boy.” I said with a laugh.
“I’m fucked.” Maxine shook her head. “Okay, don’t say you weren’t warned. I’m keeping my passport on me, just in case.”
“Maxine.” I sighed.
“I’m serious. That woman is…” instead of finishing her statement, she groaned out loud, causing a few heads to turn and watch us.
“Let’s go home, so I can fuck that out of you.” I told her as I slightly lifted up, so she could feel every inch of me.
“Oh yes.” She murmured with a small moan.
We barely made it back inside her house when I had her bent over the table, pulled down that jean skirt, and spanked her arse until it was a nice shade of red. Then, I sat on the same table, and we fucked until my knees grew weak, her legs were shaking from the multiple orgasms, and our breathing was ragged with exhaustion. There would be no reading on the plane, just sleep. I figured the same would happen with Maxine as well.
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A few weeks of Maxine and I talking every day, for multiple times a day, we had developed our prior routine. Sharing our life with each other and everyday events via texting, calling, facetiming, and pictures. I still stalked her SyncedIn page, and since she brought her arse to London as anticipated, she saved me from putting bad reviews all over the Internet. When I told her that, she nearly tackled me when we were in the hotel.
“You thought I was playing, huh?” I told her as I easily pushed her past me, using my futbol skills when I was a young chap.
“Noah.” She growled as she quickly stopped herself and turned around to come for me again. “You wouldn’t?”
“I already wrote the review and everything, so you tell me if I wouldn’t.” I wagged my phone for her to realize that I was not playing.
“Let me find somewhere else to stay.” Maxine said as she tried to pass me and get to her bags.
On that note, I tackled her on the sofa, right before nipping her neck and under her ear.
“Missed you, Love.” I whispered. “I’ve been craving you. Needing you. You’re not going anywhere, the way I’m feeling.”
This was all said while pulling her dress up and moving those knickers to the side. My trousers were halfway unzipped but enough so my cock was out and ready for her.
“Noah.” She moaned. “Fuck me hard, honey.”
Music to my ears.
Knowing she was already wet, I slid inside her tight heat and piston in and out of that cunt like a madman. Her screams and my grunts filled the flat, but since the floor was mine, I could have cared less.
“Love you so goddamn much,” I murmured right before I was about to come.
I hadn’t meant to say that because I knew Maxine was still grappling with the notion, but to my utter shock, she murmured.
“Love you, Noah.”
Oh bloody hell.
I came and I came hard. The fire that ran down my spine brought my entire body to heel. Besides trying to plant my seed deep inside of Maxine, I fell on her with no energy to even move.
The woman didn’t even try to move me. She merely wrapped her legs and arms around me too and whispered, “Missed you too. So much.”
God, I was in heaven.
No, I was home.
This woman was my home.
Once I was able to gather my wits, I scooped her up, put us in the shower, and then showed her London from my eyes. When she was here before, it was a guided tour, but now, I was her one and only guide.
When I broached the conversation with my mum about meeting the woman in my life, she joked and said, “I’m the only woman that matters.”
“Mama.” I sighed. “Serious.”
I nodded towards her, so she could see that I meant it and to hear me out.
“Go, go.” She flung her hand out towards me. “This woman? Who is she?”
“You’ve met her before.” I eased into the conversation.
“Me?” She smiled widely, and I knew my next comment would wipe that right away.
“Yes. At your restaurant. Remember, the Margherita pizza?” I braced for her response.
At first, she looked contemplative, but then, as she realized who I was talking about, her face morphed into something from out of this world.
“That American?” She spat.
No, literally spat on the floor of her own home.
“Mum?” I gasped. “Stop spitting.”
“Thee American?” She snapped with barely no accent.
“Yes.” I sighed. “The American!”
“The black American?” She asked again, causing my back to straighten.
“I said yes. Her name is Maxine.” I told her.
“You with her?” She was having trouble comprehending this union. “Why her? She trouble? Rude. American. Don’t pay. Why her?”
“Mama, she’s warm, passionate, and I love her.” I shared. “I need you to get to know her, and I’m sure you’ll love her too.”
“No!” She shook her head with a large snap. “No. No way.”
“Mama.” I was about to plead. “I’m not asking. She’s going to be in my life. You need to know that.”
“No!” She exclaimed and then did the good ‘ole face of disgust. Lips turned down and head held high. “No!”
Then, she walked into the kitchen, where I heard pots and pans banging around.
Fuck.
That happened a day before Maxine actually came to town. So now that it was her last night, we had to see her. I needed to try and wished I would have vetted my options at first.
Chapter 14
Maxine
Back in London again, but this time it was very different. Noah was all over this visit – even threatened to write a review. I knew he wouldn’t. I think. But, the man deflowered me on every turn. All my defenses crashed. Every time I turned around, one of my security systems has been unlocked.
This meeting of the mother though…I was not feeling. Every time I thought of her, I think of Brenda Lee’s character on the Closer when she referred to Raydor’s character as that woman.
His mother was that woman.
He wanted me to meet her, and I knew why, but why? Why had God put me with this man, made me fall in love with him, for me to be connected to that woman?
Why?
We visited both of his hotels and they were very nice. We did the walkthroughs for both of them, several times and I shared that I’d give him my proposal when I returned back to the states.
“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” Noah asked me as we walked down a main street in London.
“Unfortunately, I have meetings all day. All these new clients. Thank you by the way.” I leaned up and kissed his jaw.
Noah slowed down towards a familiar store, and after reading the cover again, I turned and looked to him.
“Maxine,” he said with both hands in the air. “I told you that you had to meet her in an official capacity.”
“Noah.” I pulled away from him,
getting ready to head back to the hotel.
“Maxine.” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into him. “For me, Love.”
Fuck.
“Noah.” I said in a warning. “I told you before. Are you sure?”
“No, I’m not bloody sure, but my mum needs to meet the woman who has my heart. I love you. She needs to know and see that. I need you to see that she’s my mum and not a spawn of bloody Satan. Maxine, she’s still my mama. I need you to see that part of her. Not the business owner or the lousy server.”
Damn.
I put my head down and tried to get my shit together. That woman was his mother. He was right, and I had been acting like a royal bitch.
“I’m sorry.” I muttered. “I’ll meet your mother.”
“Thank you,” he sighed as I looked up to see Noah visibly relaxed. “Let’s go.”
I swear I wanted to run away and not have to endure that crazy woman…but for him.
As soon as we walked in, she looked and her eyes lit up when she saw her son.
“Noah!” She exclaimed and started to move until she saw him holding on to me.
This stopped her dead in her tracks. Noah’s grip tighten around my waist, which I assumed showed his own discomfort.
“Mama,” He called and moved the rest of the way while pulling me along.
She stood stock still and let him kiss both of her cheeks.
“Table?” She looked only at him.
“Yes, mama.” He answered with a nod.
She waved him along, and I followed because I needed to be on my best behavior. His mom went to walk away, but Noah said, “I know what I want. Calamari, bites, two Fantas, and large cheese pizza.”
He ordered for me because I wasn’t going to get a damn thing. She’ll probably spit in my food.