Regards,
Mr. C. King
Is this guy for real? How does he flip from perv to professional just like that? I don't even reply, he's supposed to be out drinking with Bryant. Now I'm wondering if he ditched my bestie. It's not important; I don't even want to think what's happening with those two.
Two hours later, I'm restless and can't sleep. My thoughts are about Cruz; well, more like Bryant and the things he’s told Cruz. Bryant is already a fountain; he doesn't know when to quit. Get some liquor in him, and OH GOD! He'll ruin my ass. I cover my head with my pillow, because I can't fathom the thought of Cruz knowing anything about me.
“Bree!”
“Holy Christ! Who in the hell is that?”
“Bree!”
I jump from the bed; the knocking is louder as I get closer.
“Okay!” I say as I yank the door open. “What the hell, Bry!” And my breath is taken when I see Cruz standing beside a drunken Bryant.
“I… we're not that drunk,” Bryant says loudly. I grab him to pull him inside.
“Thanks,” I say to Cruz. “Thanks for getting him here safe.”
“Oh, no problem.” He slurs his words a bit.
“Shit, you too?”
“No, I'm fine; sleepy as shit, but fine.”
God, my conscience gets the best of me sometimes, but not tonight.
“Okay, thanks again for dropping him off.” I try closing the door, but Cruz’s hand stops it.
“Look, get him on the couch; he's not that drunk. He said he needed to get to you. So I brought him to you. He was coherent when I um…”
I look at Cruz strangely.
“When you um what?”
“Look, I gave him something that makes him drowsy, maybe a little impotent.”
“Oh, my God! You drugged him! The fuck’s wrong with you?” I try whisper yelling. “You arrogant bastard, you can't handle a little competition; you have to drug people for your advantage? My God, just leave.” I push the door closed for the second time. I walk Bryant to the couch, and notice my visitor didn't leave. I drop Bryant as gently as I can on the couch, because dragging him was enough.
I turn, only to hit a six foot wall of man. “Ugh, please leave.”
“Why? So you can have your way with Mr. Lover?”
“You have to be kidding me? I didn't invite you in.”
He moves close to me; so close I smell a hint of bourbon and mint on him.
“You will.”
“I will what?”
“Invite me in…” He points below my waist, and I slap his hand away.
“GET OUT!” I'm stern about it. “NOW!”
“Shhh,” he says with his finger to his mouth. “You'll wake Mr. Lover.” His devilish smirk is annoying. I so want to slap it off him.
“I don't care,” I say while grinding my teeth.
“I don't care either, really. All I care about is that pussy of yours that you've named,” he laughs. “Again, it’s cute. And frankly, Bree, is it? I'm not worried about that either.” Pointing again to my goodies.
“And why is that?” I know; I just have to know.
“Ha,” he scoffs. “Because Mr. Lover over there can't get it up if the dick fairies hold it up for him.”
I'm so disgusted I throw a pillow at his head as he walks out my door.
“Jackass!” I scream.
“Why am I a jackass?” I hear a slur from behind me. Oh shit, Bryant. I run to the couch and kneel down.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Who were you talking to?”
“Nobody, I mean no one. Just lie down and get some rest.”
“Okay, lie with me please.”
“Okay, just get some rest Bry.”
“Bree?”
“Yeah, Bry?”
“I love you.”
“I know, Bry; go to sleep.”
“Bree, I'm not that drunk, just exhausted.”
“I know, Bry; get some rest, okay?”
“Bree?” he whispers.
“Bryant, please you need to—”.
“Cruz.”
Bryant says, as he cuts off what I was trying to tell him. I pause and say nothing. Seconds pass. “What about him, Bry?” I ask.
“He says he's gonna fuck you.”
“Mm hmm, get some rest, Bry.”
“Okay...”
CHAPTER 7
Saturday morning has come and gone. It is 11:00 a.m. before Bryant and I wake up together on my huge-ass couch. The couch is a monster; it fits both of us comfortably.
“Morning, sunshine,” I playfully greet him.
“Morning,” he says, nuzzling my neck. “Mmmh, I like waking up this way,”
“Really?” I ask, surprised.
“Mmmh, really,” he says as he grinds me from behind.
Nothing... He starts to kiss my neck from behind and grinds a little harder.
Nothing... He fondles my breast and rolls me toward him so he's on top. Bryant wedges his leg between mine to separate them. He lies on top and thrusts a little to build up friction. I know what he's doing and nothing... Still, his cock is soft.
“Bree,” he moans. He grabs me, and flips me on top. He kisses me on my neck, and his hands are gripping my waist. I'm straddling him; he's dry humping me to get his cock hard, and nothing...
Bryant grabs my neck from behind and forces me down his body.
“Bree, give me that feeling,” he whispers. I'm not sure what to do. I mean I do, but due to the circumstances. He forces my head toward his cock. I yank my head away and grab his hand.
“Bree, please.”
I’ll do this my way; he can be rough if this works. From where I am, it’s not happening. I raise his shirt with my teeth and trail kisses down his chest until I get to his stomach. I lick my way down to his navel. His cock is still soft on my breast. Now I'm worried. What the fuck did that jerk-off give him? “Mmmh, Bree.” He's moaning, and his moaning gets me off. I lower myself, and inch my fingers in his shorts. Thank God, I managed to get his slacks off last night. His cock is thick, but still soft. God, do I need those dick fairies now. I tease the tip of his cock and run my tongue along his shaft.
“Ahh, Bree baby, that's it. Take all of it, baby.” I do as I’m told. It's quite easy with a soft cock. Shit! He's still not hard. I massage his cock with one hand and play with his balls with the other.
“Put your lips on me Bree, suck that cock, baby.”
Bryant has always been a dirty talker. Even when we weren't sexually involved. He spoke dirty around Halle and me. Halle being Bryant’s cousin. Crazy chick.
I take him into my mouth, balls deep.
“Ahhhh.” He lets out a long-winded curse, as I come back up his shaft with strong suction that stretches his length. That does it. I feel him growing in my mouth.
“Don't stop, Bree baby.” He's coaxing me, and I gradually build up a rhythm while he thrusts upward. Bryant moves my hands to hold the back of my neck, so he can guide himself in and out of my mouth. “Your mouth is as incredible as your tight pussy. UP!” he grunts.
He sits up on the couch and pulls me down to straddle him. Facing him, I look into his eyes. He takes hold of me behind my shoulders, so that both his hands have locked me down. He pulls me onto his cock and slams me down hard.
“Ahhh, Bryant,” I moan.
He forcefully thrusts his hips up, and then slams me down again. He seems anxious and angry at the same time. My body is screaming I'm so hot. Bryant slides in and out of me as my walls throb against him.
“Oh, Bryant, I'm coming.”
“Come on this cock now!” he yells. He bites my neck and shocks the shit out of me when he takes my mouth again. Bryant sticks his tongue in my mouth and finds mine. He's urgent with this kiss. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and holds it in that position. I attempt to maneuver my face, but he locks onto my tongue. We've never kissed during sex; it’s too intimate. It's sacred between two people. What Bryant
and I have isn’t sacred. It’s pure primal lust. Somehow, he makes kissing a part of that lust.
Bryant’s thrusts are so hard I'm slamming down on his cock like I'm in full gallop. My head begins to spin, and I'm sure he just asked me whose this is. I can't answer because my spine is tingling; the buildup in my lower gut is throbbing. Throbbing just like my middle.
“OHMYGOD! Oh, Bry!”
“Yeah, Bria, come with me, baby! Soak this cock. Motherffff-fuuuuck!” he yells.
I can feel his seed spill into me. His release is so forceful, I'm sure it gives me a jolt, an inch or two in the air. But it doesn’t matter; he slams me right back down.
With his head thrown back on my couch, I lay my head on his shoulder. He releases my shoulders from the lock he has them in. He rubs my back to calm my orgasm.
“Bree?”
“Hmmh?” I answer. He pauses for a second. “Bryant?”
“Yeah?”
“I know.”
He chuckles. “That's not what I was going to say.” I lift my head to look at him. His eyes have changed to dark gray like smoke. I know he's serious, so I don't say anything sarcastic.
“What were you going to say?”
He chuckles again. “You didn't answer me,” he said.
“When, what didn't I answer?”
“I asked you whose pussy it was.” As he thrusts up because he's still inside me, throbbing.
I laugh, and the force of my laughter pushes him out of me.
He grabs me into a hug and just holds us there, laughing together.
“Man, I love you, Bree.”
* * *
The weekend is ending; both Bryant and I have to get back to reality. We sat around the entire weekend both working inconspicuously. Well I was. He wasn't hiding anything, and he never once asked me what I was working on. I'm not sure if it’s out of respect or that he knows I may be researching something weird. I am, while watching Meerkat Manor, this is my shit! These meerkats are compelling little creatures. They have drama in their cliques, well, their clan. They have their own reality show because so much is going on in their families. It's too much to capture all on film. Even though these are reruns, I haven’t seen all of them yet. The Whiskers and the Commandos families are divided. Their drama has stemmed from Flower; I think she is a dominant meerkat. She stepped out on her family; she pretty much betrayed her family, and had babies with the feuding family. They turned their backs on her. It's crazy; I'm so into it I don't notice Bryant staring at me.
“What?”
“I can't believe you watch this corny stuff.”
“Uh, I can't believe you indulge in Forbes.”
He gasps, “You’re killing me, Bree.”
I laugh at him. “So, tomorrow is Monday?”
“Yeah, I know, Bree. I'll be leaving soon.”
“Not what I was insinuating.”
“What were you then?”
“Being it’s Monday, what next?”
“Shit, Tuesday I hope.”
“Bry?”
He laughs, and throws a pillow at me. “I don't know, Bria? What would you like to come next?”
“Hell, I don't know. I was winging it.” We both laugh.
“Let's not change what we have. Okay, Bria?”
“Deal.” I nod in agreement.
“If we find someone, and before anything happens, we'll tell each other.”
“Absolutely, I agree.” He pulls me into a hug. “Bryant?”
“Yeah.”
“You did notice you kissed me the other day? Then again yesterday.”
“Yeah.” He laughs. “So?”
“Just checking.”
Bryant didn't leave Sunday, he stayed for dinner we both prepared: Chicken Alfredo with Pesto Sauce, steamed broccoli, and of course Sweet Red. This combination must be an aphrodisiac, because Bryant stole kisses so much I didn't realize he was doing it. Although it felt good, I had to stop it. We were entering something neither of us was ready for.
“Bry, we can't do this.”
“Shit, Bria, why do you always push me away when I think we're gaining ground?”
“Bryant,” I sigh and decide I’m not going to have this conversation with him anymore. “I'm not arguing with you about this again. You can either leave or help yourself to the guestroom. Either way, I'm not going to sleep mad at you.”
“Fine, Bree, I'll talk to you later.”
He doesn't take anything but his keys, and I wait…
“Dammit!” is all I hear him say the minute my door closes.
I hear a knock. I open the door and just look at him with my head cocked to the side.
“Do you want me to take you to your car now or in the morning?”
He's standing in the doorway, leaning forward with both hands on each side of the doorframe. His head is down as if he's defeated.
“Will it be too much to drop me off tonight?”
“Nope.” I grab my keys, jacket, wallet and I'm out the door.
He gives me the address where his car is, and we drive there in silence.
“Bryant, do you remember anything about Friday night?”
“No, I just remember drinking and becoming extremely tired,” he said.
“Did you and Cruz come to an agreement on the investments?”
“Yeah, we're meeting tomorrow morning. This Tony guy is the guy Jeff referred to my parents?”
“Yes, it is. Is that a problem?” I asked him out of concern.
“No, no I just wanted you to oversee things and finalize all investments,” he says.
“But why? Tony is just as capable.”
“Yeah, but Tony isn't my best friend, and he doesn't have my best interest,” Bryant says as he turns to look at me.
“He will if he's working for you,” I said.
“Yeah, Bria, but guys are shady. If you work for both of us on this project, I can't see you getting greedy and siding with Cruz. And I'm pretty sure you won't let me do the same.”
I eye him for a quick second before focusing back on the road. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re fair, regardless of what we have going on. You're not going to let me be steered wrong and do anything unethical. I really need you on this.”
“You don't trust Cruz?”
“It's not about trust,” Bryant admits.
“Then what's this about?”
“My money, my investments, my integrity.”
“Okay, I can understand that. Here we are,” I say pulling up alongside Bryant's car at a ritzy hotel. For Christ’s sake, his car is here.
“Is that Cruz's car?”
“Yeah, how did you know what car he drives?”
“Oh, I thought I saw him driving it at the Vodka Bar Friday, on my way in. It caught my eye.”
Bryant isn't dumb; he's quick on his feet. But right now, he's sitting down. To distract him, I run my hands through his messy hair. He closes his eyes, and makes a humming sound in his throat. I almost gave myself away.
He turns his head, kisses the inside of my hand and my wrist. He leans over, pulls on my jacket, and here we are in my coupe. In front of a fancy hotel, like teenagers. I'm kissing Bryant and it feels nice. A smile comes over my face; he returns the smile.
A loud crack, crack, crack scares me right out of my seat. I jump so high I hit my head on the ceiling of my car. “Shit!” I look up and out the window.
“What the hell, man!” Bryant yells and winds down window. Cruz is on Bryant’s side of the car.
“So, that was a lover’s quarrel, and this is kiss and make up?”
I scoff but say nothing, and let Bryant handle this.
“Man, you have some perfect timing.”
“What were you going to do? Take her in the car? Don't you think the lady deserves better?”
“Dude, you're an ass.”
“Yeah, I've been told.”
“Just calling it how I see it,” Bryant retorts. He opens the door and leans to kiss
my forehead before getting out. Not wanting to look at Cruz, I turn my head straight ahead to look out the windshield.
“Hello, Ms. Watts.” I don't make eye contact at all.
“Hello, Cruz.” Still looking out of the window, I can see his movement. He walks in front of the car. “What the hell is he doing?” I mumble. With his eyebrow lifted, he waves and says, “Hello,” again. It’s not curiosity in his lifted brow. It's more like, I'm on to you... I just wave, and rev my engine. He smiles, and walks back to where Bryant is.
“Hey, Bryant,” I yell out of the car. “It's getting a little dark; I want to be back before it gets too late. I'll see you later.”
“Okay, Bree.” He runs to the driver side and leans over to kiss me on my forehead again. “Hey, sunshine, think about it please. I need you.”
“Okay, Bryant,” I say in a defeated and annoyed tone.
“Just say you'll think about it, but really think about it. Pleeeeease with me on top.”
“Get out of here,” I say, as I push his face from the window of the car. “Okay, I'll think about it.”
“Yes!” He gives me a fist bump. “My girl!”
He steps away from the car, and all I can do is drive away. I don't look in my rearview mirror or anything. I just drive away. Monday awaits.
* * *
That night, I research cost analysis between hotels, including travel versus car service. This is looking promising. I budget props and decorations; we'll call it expenditures for now. Each set-up service budgets at $475, depending on the size, and location of the suite. I'll add a few perks related to client fantasies. My fees are a standard rate, with out-of-town set-ups and personal companionship excluded. Those are extra extras. I check off all items included in this plan, and I'm done with my first business proposal.
I’m about to pack up my laptop to prepare for tomorrow when my email notification goes off. I glance at the preview screen and see [email protected]. I really don't want to open it, but my curiosity is endless. I click on the preview screen, and his email is time stamped tonight at 8:20 p.m.
Good Evening, Honey,
I just left Mr. Morgan, and he has informed me that you may be reconsidering our business proposal. It would be a pleasure to work with you and gain insight on your financial ideas. If you would like to join me for lunch tomorrow, I'd like to go over my plans as well as what I want to accomplish with Mr. Morgan. Please let me know by 9 a.m. Monday morning. Have a great evening.
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