by R. R. Banks
“Then my best isn’t good enough!” screamed Alexis as she walked off toward the bedroom to gather her things, leaving Nathanial to sit in the living room alone to reflect on everything that happened.
She walked into the bedroom as tears started to flow from her eyes. The yelling and screaming from Nathanial scared her, especially since she had never seen him act out like this. He was angry, bitter, and above all, not the man that she was falling for. She knew the relationship was ending, though still tried to figure out a way in her head to make it work. He had been great to her so far, showering her with gifts and going out of his way to make sure that she was comfortable and happy. “Alexis,” she cried to herself. “What does he really offer you that no other man can give you?”
She pondered the thought as she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the white door that led to the hallway. Part of her hoped he would walk through it politely and apologize. That part of her wanted it to be ok and wanted him to revert back to the man she thought he was. However, it was to no avail. She sat in the dark and looked at the door for fifteen minutes; it was never disturbed. The realization was setting in that he didn’t care about her anymore and that he only cared about his appearance and what others thought about him. His pride was his first concern and not her, which she was not content with. She reached for her phone to text Hannah and stopped herself. “No, he wants it to be private,” she said as she clutched the device tightly. “I can at least give him that.”
Alexis wiped the tears from her eyes as she stood up and walked over to a door that led to a deck. She pulled it open and walked outside, looking out as the moon hovered over the night sky and illuminated the dark blue Pacific Ocean. The breeze was blowing her brunette hair to the side as she thought about everything. Her career was her primary focus and now, without Nathanial, she would have nothing to hold her back. Though she saved his company and boosted his portfolio, he would never admit that he allowed the company to fail and that Alexis saved it. His pride ended their budding relationship before it could take off, and though sad, Alexis accepted it as the best outcome. “This is for the best,” she said as she turned and walked back into the bedroom to start gathering her things. “This is all for the best.”
Chapter 7
Marisol and Dillon walked down the pier with their hands interlocked as they looked out to the east at the ocean. Swaying their arms a bit as the breeze blew in off the ocean relaxed the two lovers as they breathed in the salty air. Walking stride for stride with one another, Dillon tried his best to not think about what just took place at the restaurant while Marisol tried to think about her future with Dillon. The two had grown incredibly close over the past few weeks, spending countless hours together and disclosing their darkest secrets and most elaborate fantasies.
“Do you know if you’re going to move here?” asked Marisol as she started a conversation with Dillon as the breeze began to pick up and sway their hair to the side.
Dillon breathed heavily as he walked down the pier with Marisol. “I will probably need to purchase a place here,” he replied. “I don’t think I’m going to move away from Monaco, though. I love it there.”
“It is a billionaire’s playground,” she stated. “It’s also close to many of the great things you enjoy in Europe.”
“That it is,” confirmed Dillon. “I’m close enough to Switzerland to go skiing and I’m right on the coast to enjoy going out in a boat. All of the luxuries that I would have here, I would still have there.”
“No skiing though,” she said.
Dillon smiled as he shook his head. “Yeah, but a much better beach,” he countered. “It’s a lot to think about.”
“But you don’t think you would want to move here permanently?”
He thought about it for a moment while their hands were locked together, not rushing to an answer and forming out the best way to say what was on his mind. “I think it’d be wise if I had the ability to be here when I needed to be here,” he answered. “There are just too many things that are important to me that reside in Europe, that really makes me want to stay there.”
“The world is much smaller than it was a few years ago, Dillon,” continued Marisol. “You no longer have to be glued to one spot. The internet has revolutionized business while there have been advancements in travel. You can plant your roots wherever you choose.”
Dillon smiled as they reached the small house he was renting. “I know, and I want to always make sure that I’m close to you,” he said with a cheesy grin. Marisol, blushing slightly, stepped away from Dillon and walked into the house, flipping the lights on before Dillon followed her in. Marisol walked toward the small counter while Dillon immediately headed for the couch, sitting back on it and letting his mind wander for a minute while she foraged for refreshments.
At dinner, Dillon sent his entire portfolio of investments over to Nathanial Jenkins to review, so that he could have the opportunity to put together a package that would suit his needs. “I hope he takes what we talked about seriously,” he said as he let his mind wander a bit more, leaning his head back on the couch while Marisol rustled about.
“I’m sure he will,” she replied as she pulled a couple of glasses out of a small cabinet beneath the counter. “Once you calmed him down, he started to seem very receptive to what you were offering.”
Dillon continued to lean back and look up at the ceiling fan circulate the air throughout the room. “Yeah, I think he was. I just want him to believe that I am trying to treat him fairly.”
Marisol smiled while she opened a few more cabinets, trying to find the liquor she and Dillon wanted. “I’m sure he does,” she replied. “You’ve put an offer on the table for him to name his own price so that he knows he will be compensated fairly. You’re doing the right thing.”
“I know I’m doing the right thing,” smiled Dillon as he picked his head up and turned it toward Marisol. “I just need him to think I am too.”
Dillon exhaled as he shook his head, clearing his mind as his eyes became affixed on Marisol and her radiant beauty. She was everything Dillon wanted in a woman and as he continued to spend more time with her, he began to realize that he was incredibly fortunate to have found her.
“Tell me, Marisol, what do you want in your life?” asked Dillon as he sat up on the couch and turned his head to look at Marisol standing at the counter pouring a drink.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she placed a couple cubes of ice in the small glasses before grabbing the bourbon whisky. “And what made you start wanting to drink this?”
Dillon smirked. “I learned to love bourbon when I was in college in Nashville,” he answered. “And what I mean is, what are your life goals? If you knew you were going to die next week, what would you want to make sure you accomplished before then?”
Marisol tilted her head a bit as she poured the two of them drinks. “That’s a pretty deep question, mi amore,” she said, as she poured the amber liquid. “It’s not something that I think about very often.”
“But it’s something you’ve thought about before, right?” asked Dillon as he rotated his hips to see Marisol walking toward him with a drink.
‘Of course! What girl hasn’t?” she asked rhetorically as she placed the drink on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Every girl, no matter what walk of life she’s from, has always thought about what she wants and what she dreams of.”
Dillon chuckled as he reached forward and grabbed his drink. “Great, then can you answer my question?”
Marisol laughed while she watched Dillon take a sip of his drink. “Well, I want what every girl wants.”
“And that is?”
“A man with a giant…”
“Well you’ve come to wrong place,” joked Dillon as he interrupted her.
“…heart,” she finished after a brief pause. “I want a man who has a big heart and a lot of compassion, but most importantly, I want a man who will love me for m
e, no matter what becomes of me just as I hope to find a man that I can love for who he is, no matter what he becomes.”
Dillon nodded. “So you want someone that you know, no matter what happens, you will always be in love with and that he will always be in love with you.”
Marisol smiled. “Every girl wants that,” she answered solemnly. “No matter her age or where she’s from, wants a man who will love her forever.”
“Really, is it that simple?” asked Dillon as he leaned back on the couch with his drink in his hand.
“It’s always that simple,” she replied with a coy smile. “Men just overcomplicate it.”
“Do what?” questioned Dillon sarcastically. “You cannot be serious. Men do not overcomplicate what a woman wants.”
Marisol held her drink in her right hand as she bit her bottom lip. “Men think women are incredibly difficult to understand and that we are just the most complicated creatures ever created. Honestly, the second part is true, but men do make it more complicated than it should be.”
Dillon chuckled as he sipped on his drink. “Women are incredibly complex creatures that cannot be summed up in one simple statement.”
“Yes they can,” she replied. “Don’t try to understand.”
“That’s more of a warning label,” quipped Dillon as he leaned forward to place his drink on the coffee table. “But back to my question. What do you really want in life?”
Marisol shook her head as Dillon continued to prod. “I don’t know how to answer that question,” she said innocently. “I mean, I guess…I don’t know…” she stammered, unable to put her words together to answer Dillon’s question.
“I want to have a family one day,” he said as he leaned forward to look into her eyes. “I want to know that when I come home, from whatever God forsaken corner of the globe I happen to be at, I can know that I have a woman that loves me, waiting on me with some children who look up to me. I want to work my ass off now so that I can provide for a family so that we won’t struggle or stress or worry about anything. I work as hard as I do now so that when I get have that family, I can spend as much time with them as humanly possible.”
“Really?” asked Marisol. “So, you don’t want to be a billionaire playboy forever?”
Dillon shook his head as he suppressed a sly grin. “That’s not what I want,” answered Dillon with in a sincere voice. “Honestly, I’ve never wanted that.”
“You’re not serious,” she replied. “You’ve never wanted to just be filthy rich with no responsibility and just doing whatever you wanted.”
“Sometimes there has to be an endgame,” Dillon stated as he reached over and grabbed his drink. “I’ve always been someone who has wanted a family and actually be that awkward father who tells dad jokes.”
Marisol choked on her bourbon as Dillon joked with her, caught off guard that Dillon actually didn’t want to be a carefree playboy. That he actually wanted to take responsibility with his life and do something productive with it. “I want to have a family,” said Marisol. “I do. I want a couple children and a husband who loves me.”
“Is there anything else you want?”
“I want to do philanthropic work,” she continued. “I don’t want to be like my father and obsess about business and making money that I will never be able to spend. I want to devote my life to being an amazing mother to my children and a devoted wife, but I also want to be remembered for what I did for others.”
“I didn’t know you wanted that?” asked Dillon. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of help do you want to give?”
Marisol sat back against the arm of the couch as a genuine smile came over her face. “I want to build homes for families who lose theirs in disasters,” she explained. “Families who lose their homes in fires or in natural disasters are out of a lot. Growing up, I watched families lose their homes in hurricanes and seeing how awful it was inspired me to want to do more.”
“I guess you did see a lot of awful storms growing up on the coast in Valencia,” referenced Dillon. “I mean, I grew up in Miami and I saw some of the worst hurricanes to ever hit the United States.”
“And all those people who lost their homes, it’s heartbreaking,” she continued. “I want to do so much for all of those families who lost everything. I want to do as much as possible.”
“You have a big heart,” said Dillon as he leaned back. “I love that about you.”
“Do you?” she asked happily. “Why?”
“Because having a woman who is compassionate is something that I want,” he explained. “I want someone who wants to do more with her life, but who also wants to be the best mother she can be.” He paused as he placed his hand on her hands and leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek. “Marisol, I love the woman that you are and I am falling deeply in love with you.” He pulled back and looked at her beautiful brown eyes as a small smile started to form out of the corner of her mouth. “You are the woman that I have waited my entire life to be with and I don’t want to screw this up.”
Marisol leaned forward and kissed Dillon softly on his lips, placing her hands on his knees as she teetered forward on hers. She held it for a few seconds before pulling back slightly a few inches to look Dillon in his eyes. “I love you,” she said quietly as she rested her weight on his legs. Dillon placed his hands on her waist, pulling her on top as he rolled backwards. She adjusted her legs a bit, swinging them around to straddle him while her hands went behind his head as she proceeded to make out with him. As she kissed him passionately, he moved his hands up her hips to the small of her back to start massaging the area.
“You can do that,” she said as she pulled up briefly before placing her lips back on his. They continued to kiss enthusiastically as Dillon massaged the muscles up and down her back. Slowly she moved her hand down Dillon’s torso and reached the top of his pants. Pulling his black leather belt back, she unclipped it before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. With his pants unrestrained, she slipped her right hand into his boxers and started to play with his growing cock. She rubbed the head of it with her thumb as she gently stroked his shaft with her fingers. He let out a quiet moan as she continued to kiss him, suppressing him from getting louder while she teased him with his pants still around his waist.
Dillon moved his hands off her back and down to his waist where he pulled his pants down to expose his growing cock. With Marisol’s assistance, Dillon’s boxers and pants were now down around his ankles and his cock was now fully erect, sitting out in between Marisol’s legs. She reached down and grabbed it as they locked lips again, this time with more fervor as their tongues started dancing together. She rubbed his cock up against her fully clothed crotch to tempt him as he moved his hands up her body. Reaching for her shirt, Dillon pulled it off over her head before grabbing her bra clasp with one hand and unclipping it in a single motion.
“That was impressive,” said Marisol as her breasts were now exposed. He reached up and started caressing her nipples as she ground her pussy against his hard cock, feeling it throb between her legs. She reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it, working her way down to the bottom before pulling it apart and lifting up his under shirt. Dillon leaned forward and pulled both shirts off simultaneously as Marisol stood up in front of the couch and unbuttoned her pants. Dillon sat up quickly and reached for her unbuttoned pants, pulling them down slowly while kissing the top of her panties and working his way down her thighs. As her pants reached the floor, Dillon wrapped his hands around the sides of her panties and pulled them down, revealing a beautifully sculptured bush to go with her tight center. He spread her legs slightly while she was standing and place his head in between her legs, spreading her lips with his hands and lightly licked her exposed clit . She moaned softly as he made her wetter, moving his tongue in a perfect motion for her to feel every sensation. She opened her legs up further as he continued to lick, placing her hands on his sandy hair and pushing his
head further into her.
Her legs started to quiver and her knees began to shake. He reached a point where Marisol couldn’t handle anymore standing and had to pull his head back. She stepped back and sat down on the couch, allowing Dillon to lean forward and place his head back in between her legs. “No,” said Marisol as she grabbed his head before he could continue eating her pussy. “I don’t want that.”
“But you love this?” said Dillon, surprised that Marisol didn’t want to continue with the cunnilingus.
“Not tonight,” she said with a passionate gaze. “I want you inside of me, right now.”
Dillon smiled as he placed his hands on both sides of her and lifted himself up. Her pussy was dripping wet as he slid his cock inside of her slowly, leaning forward to kiss her as he thrust lightly inside of her. “I love you,” he said as he continued to move inside of her.
“I love you,” she moaned as she tensed up with every move. Marisol looked into his eyes as he backed away from her, placing his hands on both sides of her ribs so he could get leverage. With their eyes locked with one another, Dillon proceeded to thrust harder. She moaned in ecstasy as she scratched her nails on his skin, leaving light red marks on his back. Her back arched as she stared at him, loving every moment. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself up a bit, interrupting Dillon’s rhythm and forcing him backwards. She pushed him forward onto his butt while still inside her, forcing his back into the side of the couch so she could control the rest of the action. She ground her hips against his with his cock moving in and out of her. With Marisol now in control, the motion and tempo of their session was much different. Her clitoris, now up against his pubic bone, was being stimulated as well as the insides of her pussy. Dillon moaned as his cock started to throb from the way Marisol’s muscles were gripping him. Both were getting closer to orgasm as she continued to work, gyrating her hips quickly as his cock moved inside of her. She leaned forward and kissed him passionately as she reached climax. Seconds after Marisol’s climax, Dillon followed, spraying his seed inside of her as they continued to kiss.