by Amaya Black
“I just wanted to see how everything was going with the baby.” She was smiling from ear to ear and the way she just casually mentioned my child, I knew she was itching to catch an ass whopping. Cassie wanted to get that work from me. There was literally no other way describe it other than she wanted an ass whooping curtesy of me.
I think my fist had started to clench up. I was ready to punch her in her face but I relaxed. Clearly, Darien hadn’t told her how Alex wasn’t any of her business, so I would wait until he gave her that knowledge. If I acted up and whopped her ass, I’d just be that angry black woman causing a scene in a foreign country.
“Everything’s going fine,” Darien spoke again in the wake of me continuing to look at Cassie and remain silent. His phone started to ring. “I have to take this, I’ll only be a few moments.”
Good.
“I’m so glad we’re finally getting some alone time.”
Cassie flipped her ratty ass hair out of her face and turned to me. The had her coffee cup perched in her hands. I could see the steam rising out of it because it was still hot. It’d probably melt her stupid ass face off.
I sipped on my orange juice and secretly wondered where the tequila was in the fucking house. “Really?”
“Well, I wanted to discuss, Dare with you of course, Antionette.”
I flinched. What the fuck kind of nickname was Dare Dare anyway? And she had one more goddamn time to call me Antionette and I was going to bash her face in. “Discuss….away?” I was confused, Darien was not my business.
“Well…,” she leaned in close; like she was one of my girlfriends ready to spill some gossip or we were sharing secrets.
“He’s going to take Alex the first chance he gets. This is just an opportunity to sleep with you.”
She kind of settled back into her chair then and looked me over. I suppose she thought she’d just done some sort of major damage to me. This bitch did not know me from Eve.
I think I scared her when I started to laugh in her face. It was the only reaction I could think of. “You know….it’s a little weird how involved you are in your cousin’s life. But just so you know, I will kill someone before Alex gets taken from me, and please know I’m not kidding when I say that. And secondly, when me and Darien finally do fuck, he won’t ever want to let me go.”
Her eyes got as wide as two full moons and she stood up so quick she almost knocked her chair over. She was being super extra with the hair flip but I let her do her. “This family will never accept such trash. Darien will get rid of you the second he can.”
She spun around dramatically and almost fell bumping into him. Darien didn’t even bother to call after her just watched her dramatic ugly ass leave.
He looked at me. “What’d I miss?”
“I dunno, I’m still asking myself the same fucking thing.” I Kanye shrugged and sipped some more of my American orange juice.
Chapter 6
I had done my hair up in a slight pony tail and I had on this simple black dress that hit just above my knees. The black boots I had packed away, I had pulled out just for tonight. I knew they would make me feel extremely grounded. I didn’t even know if I looked right for where ever this even was being held. Part of me, the nervous part, wanted to say fuck this dinner party and stay locked away forever with Alex. It would be so much easier to just hide away until I don’t know what. Maybe until Dana woke her ass up and said something.
I searched through a small bag of makeup I had acquired in the last year and half. A golden tube of lipstick presented itself to me and I uncapped it, careful not to scrap off any product. After the beautiful blush came into view, I painted my lips. Once I was was don’t with my lip, I moved on to my eyes. Eventually soft pink and gray pallet covered my eye lids with just a light dusting of gold. I finished it off with eye liner and was ready to call it a night. It wasn’t as though I was going to start a YouTube makeup tutorial anytime soon.
Dana had always been the makeup queen; whereas, I’d always opted for more simple beauty methods. I figured I had done okay though and it would get me through this event.
Darien appeared out of nowhere behind me. I feel like I’d felt him coming before he’d even appeared. Our eyes connected in the mirror and it was like a piece of lightning went through me, maybe even both of us.
“Ready?” He asked.
He was dressed in his usual Armani attire, a black dress shirt, and slacks. Those eyes of his started to undress me and I quickly glanced away from his reflection in the mirror. I grabbed my little clutch and turned to meet him.
“Yeah, I am.”
He came forward blocking the doorway. “What if I tried to cash in on this deal right now?”
I smiled widely. “I’d knee your ass in the nuts.”
He nodded. “Fair enough.” He gently kissed my forehead and took my hand to lead me out of the house and to the car. I’d wanted to kiss Alexander good night, but he’d told me no. Something about if I saw him I’d never get out of the house; he was right. I wanted an excuse to avoid this party and all these people.
Thoughts zoomed through my head as we headed for a restaurant in the middle of a small village. It almost seemed like we’d traveled back in time just a bit. The top was down on the car and wind whipped through my hair.
Dana danced in my head. Her smile and laughter seemed out of reach. She would be arriving soon, and would be at the main house with Darien’s family. She had finally stabilized enough that a doctor would allow her to be moved so far from New York. I had requested from Darien just one more thing. I had asked that her room be full of sunshine and overlook the ocean. My wishes had been granted. These strangers had agreed.
I began to feel the car slow down and begin to merge around others to come to a park in front of the restaurant. I felt myself get nervous. A bubbly feeling appeared in the lowest parts of my stomach. This was why I had never done drama in high school; I hated the feeling of being seen. What if I said something weird in front of these people?
“I’m nervous,” I said and watched my hand tremble, which Darien grabbed in his own.
“You faced me down for Alex, and my family is making you nervous?” His eye brow was raised.
I gave a laugh. “Theres a lot more of you waiting inside…”
He gave my hand another kiss. “I’ll protect you.” I looked into his eyes. You could drown in those things. I looked away. “What?”
“You stare like you’ve seen me naked…..it’s extremely disconcerting.”
“I haven’t yet…”
“Huh?”
“I haven’t seen you naked, yet, Lana….but when I do. You’ll always be naked to me.”
I pulled my hand out of his and got out of the car on my own and practically ran into he the restaurant . He caught up to me in a split second and kissed the side of my neck. The side of my neck was now becoming extremely aware of him. I think I was blushing and grateful for my coco colored skin for not betraying me.
“Don’t be afraid, Lana” he chuckled and suddenly the restaurant door opened and the roar of people inside filled the night.
How many relatives were in here?
Chapter 7
The food was super fucking delicious. There was an entire spread done up in my honor. The wine never seemed to stop pouring. All of this had happened because I loved my nephew more than I knew how to love myself. We ate until we couldn’t eat anymore. And we danced until our feet hurt. I had so much fucking Ouzo that I couldn’t see straight. Darien’s friends and family welcomed me with open arms.
His mother was especially welcoming, Jocasta Athena Kiriakis. She was a slender woman, with grey hair and looked exactly like her son. I could tell in her prime she had been a viper. Her English was crisp and precise. She wore soft tones of brown and had plenty of worry lines but I wasn’t so sure that Darien had placed them on her face. He was too rooted in control.
“I see the way he watches you,” she spoke to me. I had been strategically place
d in between her and Darien within the confines the restaurant. I had tried to answer every question over the noise in the restaurant.
I looked over my shoulder at her son and he was indeed watching me, surrounded by all his male relatives. They were all laughing, and nursing drinks and then there he was watching me. A shiver ran through me.
“I hadn’t noticed,” I spoke, but now I was curious. “How does he watch me?”
This bitch lit up a cigar that she had pulled from a cigar case, like she was a damn Don from the boroughs. “Like you are going to bare him fifty sons.”
I laughed out loud, probably louder than I should have. The ouzo was taking effect. “Fifty sons, huh? I don’t think he’s planning on having any kids, especially with me.”
“I have three sons, one now dead. I want grandchildren. An old lady like me,” I watched as she examined the cigar, its sweet smoke surrounding me. “I need the laughter to return to my house.”
I hadn’t heard Darien mention another brother, only Mikos. “You have three sons?”
“Yes, Mikos, was my oldest. Darien, my middle and Stavros is off in England. Pretending he’s British and going by Andrew.”
She looked me over before speaking again. “That’s what I like about you already, Allanah. You are American, yes. It’s your badge of honor. You have not pretended to be anything other than yourself tonight.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Jocasta. Your family, has been so welcoming.”
She pulled on the cigar and laughed. “You are Alexander’s aunt. You loved him before we knew of him. Mikos…” she paused and looked off in what seemed like regret. “He would be happy, I think.”
I felt a hand touch my shoulder and felt the mood in the room had changed. I looked to find Darien there. I was starting to feel drunk and the ouzo was taking me over.
“You want to dance?” He didn’t give me a chance to reply and Jocasta began to laugh.
“Go have fun,” she declared.
Darien pulled me into his arms, and I landed with an ungraceful thud on his chest. I was very happy that I hadn’t wore high heels or I would have busted my ass. “When we go back to the states, will you take me to some of the clubs in New York?”
I frowned slightly, and began to pick up the soft rhythm. His family danced around us. “Why so you can raid them?”
He leaned down and kissed my neck. “I want to see what you American’s call twerking…”
I looked up at him. “Boy, I don’t just twerk for anybody.”
His eyes were becoming drowning pools again. My pussy was tingling. I don’t know why but I pulled him down just a bit and his hands roamed my body, down my back ever so softly, landing on my ass. I bit the tip of his ear lobe, “I might twerk for you though.”
Instant hard on. His dick was about to burst through the seams in his pants. I loved the way I could feel it biting through his pants because I knew he wanted to be inside of me. “Tonight.”
He said nothing else, just ground into me. I was so drunk, I didn’t even care. I hadn’t had any dick in almost two years.
Do you know what that was like, to play DJ Diddle just about every night? To bring dive inside of yourself using images of past lovers who hadn’t stuck around to cause that powerful climax so you could satisfy yourself? I deserved this, even if it was with this arrogant, sexy, annoyingly handsome piece of…..ugh!
I needed this.
Darien came to his senses first, and smiled down on me. It was understood what passed between us. We slipped out of the restaurant probably unseen by everyone except Jocasta. I don’t’ know where Darien’s car had went to but we got into a waiting town car that was going to take us back to his house.
Once inside the car, Darien made sure the partition was up. The driver was pretty quiet and had up some classical music that was burning my ears. The moment the partition was closed Darien turned to me.
“Was tonight what you expected?”
His hands began to slowly roam over my legs as the car cruised along the darkened roads. It was completely black in the back car, there was no hints of light. All I could do was sit and feel; soak up that he was easing my skirt back. Revel in the knowledge of what he planned to do to me in the back seat of this car if I was willing.
His fingers slid until the found the waist band of my panties under the black dress and gave them a snap. His mouth found mines in the dark and we kissed. I didn’t want to kiss him; it was the liquor yall. It was making me act a fool. Suddenly, I wondered how much had I had to drink. What if I wound up on top and got sick?
His lips set mine on fire and the thought went away. His hands worked up to my long pony tail and I could feel him pull until my head was partially back and my mouth was open and waiting. Playfully, he nipped around, kissing my jaw line and my ears. His kissed my throat in the same spot he had earlier and I shivered. Where had they taught kissing at like this in Greece because none of the guys I had ever kissed, kissed like this man could do. I wondered where else his mouth liked to kiss. Like I had said, I needed this truly and really and desperately.
“I want to make you come, so very hard, Lana,” the way he whispered in my ear. I swear I was about to orgasm from just words. That was how horny I had gotten. Who in their right mind was getting off on words.
Darien had one of his hand in between my legs and the other wound up in my ponytail. I probably looked like a fucking porn star in the back of this car but I didn’t care. My body began to gyrate against his hands. He made moves to enter me and all I could think of was getting closer. Grinding against hand seemed to only bring me annoyance as I wanted him hand to bring me pleasure.
“Are you going to just talk about it,” I whispered back. “Or are you going to do it?”
“Patience,” he nipped at my lips. “Unless you planned for me to fuck you in front of the driver.”
The car had stopped and I knew that we were now back at Darien’s cottage. I even heard the faint sounds of the ocean. I covered my face the moment the driver opened the door, drunk and embarrassed.
Darien eased his hands from between my legs slowly and got out first. I knew these people had maids and servants and everything else and my ass was going to be the talk of the house in the morning.
Chapter 8
Darien had to carry me into his house. When we stepped over the threshold, we were both laughing and trying to keep quiet; I could hear the driver driving away. He pushed me up against a wall and pulled my dress up, still rock hard. My body followed along and then he pushed my panties down around my ankles and I was finally free of them. He made me hold my dress up as he unbuckled his pants.
I looked over my shoulder at him, my ass out. He was just admiring the view in what little light was coming from the moon outside and then we heard footsteps.
“Master Kiriakis, you’re back so earl…..” the words died on Helena’s tongue. “I am so sorry. Sooooo sorry,” she turned and fled in the other direction.
Laughter crowed from my throat as I searched for and pulled my panties back up. “Oh my fucking God.”
Darien began to laugh to as he struggled to pull his pants up. “My bedroom?”
I took his hand. “Lead the way…”
He covered my mouth, kissing me. He tasted like Ouzo too. We were both way too drunk and we were going to regret this in the morning. That this was how it was finally going to happen between us.
I did not fucking care. Two. Years.
He pushed open his bed room door, shoved me inside and closed it gently behind me. He undid my dress and it pooled around my feet and my underwear again followed. My fingers flew over the buttons to his shirt and I practically ripped it off of him and he stepped out of his pants and briefs.
“This is dumb,” I stated as my bra and panties landed across the room somewhere.
He covered my face with his hands and brought closer, his mouth crushing mines. Our tongues battling for control. This was going to be a power struggle with us just as much as it was go
ing to be about sex.
“This is something that happens between two people who are attracted to each other,” he picked me up and palmed my ass as my legs enveloped his waist and carried me over to the bed. He did everything from breathing to picking me up with ease. Had anything ever been hard for him? My answer came in the form of his hard dick hitting my stomach as we flopped onto the bed. Darien was working with a serious package and my cat was waiting and willing!
Spreading my legs apart, he began to kiss me there.
Dipping and swirling.
Aggressively, he pulled me by my thighs closer as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I quiver and cried out his name.
“Darien….”
He stopped for a moment and watched me under hooded eyes. “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you.”
“The night at the club?”
He licked again. “No. The investigator’s report. There were a lot of photos of you with Alex. And the first time I laid eyes on you I knew that you would be under me. That I would be inside of you.”
He crawled up the bed and flipped me on top of him. I laughed as he did it and awkwardly scrambled into place on top of him. Were we even drunk anymore.
My pussy was dripping at his slightly stalker like words. I laughed. “You’re so fucking weird.”
“I’m honest. I won’t lie to you. Ever.”
I leaned down onto his chest and licked my own juices away from his mouth, and then eased him inside of me. He was hard and smooth; Darien had manscaped just a little bit. There wasn’t a lot of hair on him. Dudes from New York would think that shit was borderline gay, but I liked it because I could really enjoy what I was about to work with.
Two.
Fucking.
Years.
He had eight inches of thick heaven waiting right there and the minute I sat down on it, the door to his bedroom burst open. Had he not locked his goddamn door? It startled the fuck out of both of us.
It was Cassie and she was crying up a fucking storm. I was once again ready to beat this bitch’s ass. Y’all didn’t understand that the moment I saw her tears, my shit when Sahara Desert dry again. I had been so close to really ending my dry spell. On God, I could have choked the fuck out of this crazy bitch!