by J L Sapphire
Summer slapped her forehead in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I even let that fly out of my mouth.”
“It’s okay, I forgive you.”
“So, you came all the way to Atlanta to explain this to me? You could have just called me.”
“I could have; but I really wanted to see you and this gave me the perfect excuse to do that and get a little break from work at the same time.”
“So, how did you get my address? Did you like, stalk me online or something?”
“Nah, nothing that creepy. Your address was in the system from when you made the reservations. Since my soon-to-be sister-in-law works at the front desk, I begged her to give me your information, then I hopped on the next flight to Atlanta, and here I am.”
“But how were you able to just take off and come to Atlanta?”
Mekhi shrugged. “One of the perks of being the bosses son. I told him it was really important so he gave me a few days off to take care of what I had to do.”
“Oh.” Knowing that Mekhi- a billionaires son- had gone to all this trouble for her made her feel sort of special.
“So, am I forgiven?” Mekhi asked after a few moments of awkward silence.
“I guess I should be asking you that after I embarrassed you in front of your family.”
“Trust me, I understood your pain. You’ve just gotten out of a relationship that ended on a bad note…you’re probably leery of all men and anything we have to say right now. But, all men don’t lie and we all don’t cheat, Summer. I know you probably find this hard to believe, but there are some of us out there who are still about something. You’re much too beautiful of a woman to let some jerk have you out here thinking that there are no good, honest men left. You’re going to have to learn how to trust a man until he gives you a reason not to trust him, or else you’re going to grow old alone, simply because of your fear of being hurt again. Even if me and you never talk again after today, I would hate to think that you’re living your life single because of a broken heart. If you just want to stay single, that’s one thing; but most times, when a woman has been hurt, she stays by herself to avoid it happening again. Don’t give your ex that kind of power over you.”
“And he gives relationship advice too?!” Summer said sarcastically. “What aren’t you good at?”
“Not much,” Mekhi laughed.
“Arrogant, much?”
“Not arrogant…confident.”
“Oh okay…if that’s what you want to call it.”
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Excuse me, I ordered Chinese before you came. This is probably the delivery guy.”
Summer ran to the door, making sure to look through the peephole before she answered, so she wouldn’t get anymore surprises. She pulled the door open when she saw a little Asian man standing on the other side with a bag in his hands.
“You hungry?” she asked Mekhi as she walked back into the living room after paying for her food.
“I could eat something.”
“Well, too bad because I’m not sharing,” she laughed.
“Is that any way to treat your guest?”
“Well technically, I didn’t plan on having a guest, so I wouldn’t be rude not to share. I’m joking though, you can have some if you want.”
“Some of the food or something else?” Mekhi asked in that deep, husky voice of his.
“I meant the food,” Summer said, blushing.
“Can’t blame a man for trying.”
“I’ll be back, I’m going to go get us some plates and something to drink,” she told Mekhi.
Summer went into the kitchen and got plates out of the cabinet. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t happy to see Mekhi standing on the other side of her door even though she was trying to act cool, calm, and collected. She set the plates on the counter and grabbed a bottle of red wine out of the fridge, then headed over to the counter and got the wine opener out of the drawer so she could open the bottle.
“Want me to do that for you?” Mekhi asked from behind her.
He was standing so close to her, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. Summer turned around to find him staring down at her.
“I think I can handle it. A woman doesn’t live alone and not know how to open a bottle of wine.”
“Ever the independent woman, huh?”
“Always. Got that from my mama,” Summer winked as she screwed the corkscrew into the cork.
“I can respect that; but it won’t make you look bad if you let a man do things for you sometimes.”
“I still can’t believe you came all the way to Atlanta,” Summer said, changing the subject.
“Why is that so hard to believe? I told you when we went to the beach party that I would like to keep in touch with you when you left Miami. Did you think I was joking?”
Summer shrugged. “Kind of. For all I knew, you could have told all the pretty women who came into the spa to get a massage the same thing.”
“I can promise you, I don’t try to hook up with every woman I service. And I was serious about staying in touch with you.”
“Okay, I guess we can do that. So what do you do- Facebook, Snapchat, Instagram?”
“I have a Facebook, but I actually have a much better way we can talk to each other.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, right before I came here, I got a call from Clark Atlanta University. They’ve offered me a head athletic trainer position for the football team. I told them I would need a few days to make up my mind as to whether or not I’m going to accept.”
“That’s awesome, Mekhi. I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks! I’m still in shock that they even called me. I submitted my resume months ago and I never heard back, so I assumed they didn’t consider me for the job. I hope to one day train at the NFL level, so this is definitely a step in the right direction.”
“I say go for it. Not many people get that opportunity. At the same time, I understand you not wanting to leave your family behind in Miami.”
“Yeah, I’d miss them, but I think they would understand if I moved.”
“You can always go visit them.”
“Yep, and even better, I’ll be a lot closer to you, so we can finish what we started in Miami,” Mekhi told Summer, staring at her intently.
“What exactly did we start in Miami?” Summer asked.
Mekhi stepped closer to her. “This.” He pulled Summer closer to him and kissed her. Summer let the wine opener fall to the floor as she wrapped her arms around Mekhi’s neck and kissed him back. Mekhi lifted her up and set her on the counter. Summer reached between them and unzipped his jeans as he lifted her shirt over her head.
Mekhi placed kisses all over her neck, chest, and breasts while Summer stroked his erection. Mekhi hissed as his stiffness grew in her small hands. Taking advantage of the fact that Summer was braless underneath her t-shirt, Mekhi cupped one of her breasts in his palm while he licked and nibbled on the other. Summer moaned and stroked him faster as he flicked his tongue across her nipples, bringing her to a breast orgasm right there on the kitchen counter.
“Wait, Mekhi, we can’t do this,” she told him breathlessly.
Mekhi stopped and took a step back to look at her, confused by the look of desire in her eyes, which contradicted the words that she’d just spoken. “I’m sorry; I thought…I shouldn’t have come here and expected anything to happen…”
Summer placed a finger to his lips. “Shhh…I meant we can’t do this right here.” She took his hand and led him into her bedroom. Inside her bedroom, Summer pushed Mekhi onto the bed on his back and straddled him after he’d rolled a condom over his manhood. Slowly rocking her body back and forth, she gave him a repeat performance of the night on Mekhi’s father’s yacht, riding them both into sexual ecstasy.
“Is this your way of trying to convince me to take the job at Clark Atlanta?” Mekhi asked as he watched Summer ride him.
“I don’t
know; is it working?” she asked with a smirk.
Mekhi moaned as she continued grinding her hips on him. “Hell yeah. Actually, my mind was made up the minute I walked through the door.”
They continued to sex each other for the next thirty minutes.
“Our food is probably ice cold right about now,” Summer told him after they finished their love-making.
“Ever heard of this invention called a microwave?” Mekhi askd sarcastically.
“Smart ass,” Summer relied, nudging him with her hip while he held her from behind. “So are you really taking the job here?”
“It’s too good an offer to turn down, so I think so. It’ll probably be a couple of months before I actually get moved here for good, but yeah, I can see Atlanta becoming my new home.”
“Well, you already have one friend here when you move.”
“That’s good to know. So does this friend have a microwave, because a brother is hungry?”
“Yeah, come on.” Summer and Mekhi got dressed and headed back into the living room to feed their appetites.
They sat in the living room and watched tv while they ate the reheated Chinese food. The dating experts and rules say a woman is not supposed to date on the rebound, but screw the rules, Summer thought. When it comes to love, there are no specific set of rules to follow. Yes, her breakup with Justin had hurt her, but maybe it was actually a blessing in disguise. Why should she deny herself happiness because he couldn’t keep it real with her? She wasn’t ready to walk down the aisle with Mekhi, but he was interested in her and the feeling was mutual. Some of the best romances happen when a person least expects it to, so Summer planned to cautiously ride this wave and see where it took her.
The End
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