by Xyla Turner
Dakota: Thanks so much for your note. It was so sweet and thank you for putting me to sleep. I slept like a baby.
Me: This can be my new job. Just say the word.
Then I deleted that, because what the fuck West?
Me: It was my pleasure. Have fun with Ella today.
Dakota: It’s always a good time with my girl.
The idea of having a little girl like Ella looking up at me with those same eyes pulled at my heartstrings. Not with her kicking me, but willingly coming to me, because I’d care for her and love her like her mother. The trust of a child never was appealing, nor the responsibility, but now all of it was welcomed. This idea of the family became a sprouting bud in the back of my mind.
What the fuck had bewitched me?
At lunch, the fuckers that I chose to meet with didn’t make me feel any better.
“Yeah, you’ve been bewitched alright,” Cano chimed in, after I shared my issue. “You’re also a bitch now. You going to start doing laundry and shit?”
“Nothing wrong with laundry,” Noah chimed in, but then pointed his green eyes on me. “However, you’re fucked. Like you’re gone and I’m talking from a place of being totally fucking gone for my wife, so I know.”
Shaking my head, I sighed. “But what can I do?” I asked. “I’m investing in her company and she has a daughter, which means, I’m skulking around in the middle of the night like a fucking thief in the night, so I don’t get caught by a five-year-old. I’m not trying to live like that. I want to be with her. In the open, not hiding. Should I tell her this? Like, I really need your help with this shit. I’m scared I’m going to fuck it up.”
“Well, you are,” Cano began. “Going to fuck it up. She has a daughter. You hunted her down, got her fired, then invested in her company and slept with her. Come on, Noah, tell his ass.”
Noah nodded and shrugged, “Yeah, Cano has a point.”
“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “What does that have to do with me fucking it up?”
“Because you already fucked it up,” Cano shook his head, like he was talking to someone more inept. “Dude, you got her fired. You told her no five years ago and then took her on, no questions asked. And now you’re fucking. It’s already fucked up, because it started that way. You’ve already made poor decisions. You don’t see that?”
“No, I don’t,” I defended. “She’s mine because I did all of those things.”
Noah shook his head, while Cano exhaled harshly.
“Dude, you don’t fucking get it,” Cano leaned in, so we weren’t in the club yelling. “You still think the end justifies the means. It does not, when it comes to matters of the heart. She’s with you now, but what happens when the investment is made. What happens in three years when you’re still sneaking around her apartment, cause she’s not willing to introduce you to her daughter. The keyword there was her. Man, all of this was a recipe for disaster and believe me. I’m divorced, so the end does not justify the means. I fucking know.”
He took a sip of his drink, then his eyes wandered outside of the rooftop club as the shadows of his past weighed heavy. His story was fucked up in so many ways.
Noah and I looked at him, but to not make it so obvious, Noah added, “He’s right, Jonah. I almost lost Faith because I wanted what I wanted, and she wasn’t ready. She told me outright, but I gave her a year, then I tried to jump the gun. That shit almost backfired and the means, the process, and the little shit matters. I’m not saying you are doomed; I’m saying, you’ve got to do this thing right. If you want her, like that, then what you don’t want to do is apply pressure. She has enough, with that baby father, her company, her daughter and now you. That’s a lot. Speaking from experience. The death of Gail, having a son, being the sole breadwinner and falling in love with my wife. It was a fucking mess. Faith moved out; she said she thought I was trying to keep her underneath me. I had to let her go, if I wanted her. Know what I mean.”
My head nodded, but I still wasn’t sure which way to go. I knew I had to take it slow, but my heart wasn’t feeling that. At all.
“When are we riding next?” Cano changed the subject.
I suspected he needed to, because he looked like a triggered man. He was a redhead, so they could be explosive.
“How about next weekend?” Noah asked. “Faith and the kids are going to a birthday party. So, I’m free.”
“Works for me…” I told them, since I wouldn’t be able to use the weekends to spend with Dakota. It looked like no time soon, anyways.
“I might have Alex that weekend. I need to see, because Denise plays too many fucking games. All the time.” Cano gritted out.
Noah and I gave each other the side-eye and shared the unspoken words.
He needed to talk to someone. We’d address that another time.
With plans to meet up to drive our motorcycles next weekend and after a few more drinks, we left for our respective destinations. The next day, Dakota and I texted in the late afternoon. Cano’s words came back to me, which did not provide comfort, but dis-ease.
12
Dakota Bowers
I kept coming back to Mr. West’s note that he left Friday night.
Angel,
You’re so beautiful. Sleep or awake, but your wings definitely come out when you’re asleep. Thank you for giving me the gift of you. I’ll always treasure it.
Have a great weekend with Ella.
Talk to you soon.
J.W.
The two words that really sent me into a tizzy were gift and treasure. For so long, I was not valued much. Meaning I had to always prove myself by the amount of work I did, things I accomplished, and the life I lived. All of that stopped when Ella came into my life, so she was the gift and treasure. I never thought I would be that. For this man to think of me as a gift and something he’d treasure, well that just sent me for a loop.
My weekend with Ella was always eventful and hanging out with a bunch of five-year-old kids was always interesting. I knew all the kid theme songs, movies, and lingo, which made me lame as fuck. Well, it made me an involved mom. That was something I didn’t have after my mom passed. It was definitely something every child should experience, and I was determined to give that to Ella.
Monday morning, I had a meeting with Mr. West, but I had something different in mind. The words gift and treasure ran through my mind all weekend and out of everything I wished, I wished he was with me. Waiting until Monday was torture, but I planned to make it worthwhile for him.
In our standard meeting, I walked in, with a wrap dress, no bra or panties. Gravity hadn’t landed just yet on my breast, so I was still able to rock my girls without a harness. My ass sat just fine and knowing how well Mr. West liked it, the dress made it ten times more prevalent.
With no words, locking the door behind me, I smiled, rounded his desk and slid to my knees in front of him.
“Dakota?” he called, as if he wasn’t sure, but holding on to what little restraint he had left.
“Shhh,” I hushed him as I began to undo his belt.
The man’s burning eyes remained on me, and that look was everything. It was as if he were memorizing the features of my face as I stared back up at him with nothing but adoration.
Once his belt was loosened, the pants button was unhooked, and his zipper slid down, he helped me by raising up, to pull them down. Both of my hands grabbed his growing girth and to see it up-close was a bit intimidating.
In my mind, I was going to walk in here like a vixen, suck the life out of his cock and walk out. However, looking at that anaconda, I wasn’t quite sure my mouth would fit around that thing.
With as much bravado as I could muster up, I licked the tip and wrapped my lips around the head of his dick. While I thought I would be in control of this, I was sorely mistaken.
Mr. West, almost automatically began to guide my mouth further and further down on his dick. It wasn’t until it grazes the back of my throat that a slight panic came over me
, because he’s so big.
“Relax, Angel,” Mr. West assured me. “Take my cock deep, baby. You can do it. Relax.”
His words were so soothing, that I knew he’d guide me and wouldn’t let anything happen. It was an odd time to feel safe, but I did and allowed him to control the flow. The heady sense of him taking what he needed, made me wet and thinking about deviating from the plan.
I wanted to fuck him right there in the damn office, and fuck what he or anyone had to say about it. My pussy pulsed at the anticipation of what he would do, as well as how I planned to blow his fucking mind.
When he got close to cumming, I jerked my head out of his tight grasp and rose.
Mr. West’s surprised eyes followed me as I stood up and turned around, so my back was to him.
“Dakota…” He called with a layer of warning under the plea.
Hiking my dress up, I tucked it under and began to sit back down on him. He groaned as I wiggled my ass on top of his thick cock. Once I was fully seated, his large hand wrapped around my stomach and right breast.
“Oh, Angel,” he hummed with his lips against my back. “Fuck, Dakota, ride me home. Missed you so much.”
At that note, I began to grab onto his desk and move up and down on his large cock. It felt so fucking good, I think I lost myself as I gyrated on his cock.
“God, I wish you could see how I’m filling you up, sweet girl,” Jonah murmured. “So tight and you fit perfectly. Just sucking me in like it’s yours.”
This made me so hot for him, I moaned against my better judgment. When I did, Jonah put three fingers in my mouth and said, “Fuck me, Angel, but be quiet. Fuck me harder.”
I began to move quicker and run my tongue through his fingers before sucking on them. His curse words were unintelligible, but he was close to losing his shit.
“Fuck,” he hissed again, then he stood up and I was thrust forward on the desk.
“Naughty ass girl.”
He pushed inside of me and began to fuck me earnestly as he held onto my neck.
“All. Weeeekkend. Feining. For. You…” he said his words as if they were being pulled from him through clenched teeth. “Miss. You. So. Fucking. Much. This. Ass. Pussy. All. Mine.”
That was when I began to come hard as he also began to fill me up.
“Take that shit, Angel. All of it,” he urged as his wild thrust began to become shallow until he stopped.
I felt his cloth-covered chest hit my back and then in my ear, he breathed, “I’m addicted.”
Those words fueled the fire between us and began to cement him in my life. What would that mean?
What did it all mean?
Once he lifted off of me, I stood, grabbed the baby wipes I brought with me and cleaned myself. I put it in a zip lock bag, turned and saw him staring at me. With that, I smiled, grabbed my folder and left his office.
The look on his face was of longing and unspoken words. Too many to process after good sex. The rest of my day was Jonah-free, which meant it was productive enough, but my mind and pussy were on the man who could make them both quiver with excitement.
My last meeting was at two o’clock, so I decided to leave the office and go to a local coffee shop and pray there were available seats to do some work.
There I saw a black woman walk inside with a blond-haired boy. My first thought was that she could have been a nanny, but the boy called her mom, so that changed my thinking quickly.
A mom at Ella’s school said she had a nanny, but I never thought of such a notion. That was for rich people, right? Yet, the Skin for Her paycheck said something different. However, the unction to ask the lady a question was out of pure spontaneity.
She and her son were sitting next to me, as he rambled on about some game. They had their beverages and pastries, and were settling in.
“Excuse me,” I called and waved my hand in her direction. “Can I ask you a question?”
She turned around and smiled brightly. “Yeah, sure.” Her eyes seemed to move towards my hair, then they brightened when she said, “Oh, my. I love that.”
“Thanks so much,” I replied, then asked, “Uh, I overheard him call you mom…I, uh…just wanted to know…”
Then I stopped.
Shit.
That was inappropriate.
“Go ahead, girl. I’ve heard it all. They think I’m the nanny, don’t believe me when I say I’m not…it’s fine. What’s the question?”
She didn’t seem annoyed by it, but she did reach into her purse, pulled out a small hand-held game and handed it to her son.
“Got to give him something to be occupied, because he’ll be all in the business.”
I chuckled, but realized she had a slight Caribbean accent.
“I know.” My head nodded with a smile. “I have a daughter and I, well, I guess I’m seeing someone now and all…but it’s moving so fast and he’s hinted to wanting to meet my daughter, but it’s new. And it’s…I’m sorry. I probably sound super weird. Ignore me.” I told her as I thought of the absurdity of me asking a complete stranger for advice.
The woman eyed me and then smiled, “My name is Faith and this one, is Casey,” she pointed to the boy, who was too engrossed in his game to acknowledge her reference. “He’s my son by marriage and I’ve also adopted him, legally. His father and I met, fell in love and the reason that this one and I are really tight, is because I use to be his nanny. It’s a cliché’, but it’s real life. My husband and I are in love, and our daughter is with him right now. This one insisted on coming to my studio, which isn’t far from here.”
She held up her hand, palms up, as if to say that’s all she had.
“Introducing your child to anyone is always a big deal. His mother, God bless her soul, she actually interviewed me, and I’ll tell you this. She said I gave her a good vibe. Even when her husband didn’t think I was qualified.” She chuckled. “Know what I mean? Sometimes, my friend, you got to go with your gut. His mom did and I’m so glad I didn’t deviate from what could have happened. I tried many times. Sorry, I don’t have any answers. Although, the look on your face says that it’s not only going fast, but you’re falling fast too.”
I chuckled and nodded. “Yeah and actually, you did help me. A lot, to be honest. Thank you.” I smiled. “I don’t make it a habit of bothering strangers. But, this new situation, I feel out of my element. Plus, it seemed you would have an interesting story.”
This time it was her that laughed, as the woman nodded.
“Girl, a whole book could be written about the Vegas’. That’s for sure.” She was smiling. “Hell, maybe even a series.”
Well, I’d read it.
“This guy, you trust him?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, he’s,” I sighed. “He is trustworthy. A bit extreme, but I like that about him.”
Faith laughed and replied with an eye-roll. “Sounds like my husband. Girl. Just alphas all around, huh?”
I nodded my head as I thought about him getting me fired and the way he kissed me in that board room. The man was definitely an alpha. The funny thing was that I hadn’t really known that I would do well with one, because I’m pretty alpha myself, but not with Mr. West. I swear, he brought the submissive out in me. I’m not even sure that was a thing, but I’d swear it was.
“Well,” Faith nodded. “Glad I could be of help. What do you do?”
I clapped my hands and told her that I was working on Skin for Her.
“What?” She exclaimed. “That is amazing. Good skincare can sometimes be the bane of my existence. Do you have a card or something? I’ll keep a lookout for it.”
“Sure.” I reached into my bag and gave the sweet woman my business card, then I asked her, “You have a studio, is it dance or something else?”
“Oh, you are a kind one,” she laughed. “No, nothing of that kind. I’m in the arts. I’m a painter. Actually, I have a show coming up soon. If you’re interested, I can get you in. It’s sold out.”
“
Wow,” I tilted my head back. “You must be a big deal.”
“Oh, she is,” the boy chimed up from his game, flashed a smile and then turned back to his game.
Faith rolled her eyes, as I laughed out loud.
“I’d love too,” I told her. “Wait, can kids come?”
She cringed and shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. But the company I used to work for, the nanny program, I’m using them as they are partially family, very diligent and strict.”
She leaned in on that last word, as if to say, they don’t play with kids. This caused me to chuckle.
“My daughter and Casey will be staying with them,” she shared.
Hmm. I’d never really had anyone watch Ella. Outside of the school or after school.
“You trust them?” I asked more quietly.
“Oh yeah,” She nodded. “I used to work with them. They have strict policies, licenses, certification for CPR, background checks, you name it. My mom was in the organization for years before I worked there for almost two years. It’s rated high on the Better Business Bureau.”
My head nodded as I thought about it. “Could I bring a guest?” I asked.
“That man of yours. Please do.” She smiled. “I am a good judge of character.”
I laughed and then said, “Okay, yeah. Can you give me the nanny information and how I can attend your showing?”
She beamed, then rummaged through her purse and pulled out a cardboard flyer and a card. Looking it over, I saw that her name was Faith Vega. It sounded familiar, then I squinted and asked, “You were in the news, recently or within the past year or something?”
She blushed and nodded her head.
“So, a few politician friends have purchased some images and decided to share them. Somehow the local, new station picked it up and interviewed me. Thus, between my husband and manager, I’ve kind of hit the media hard lately. It’s been an interesting ride.”
“Told you she was a big deal,” the boy chimed in again and returned right back to the game.
“Grown folks, Casey,” she chastised him. “Grown Folks.”