Mr. West (MISTER Book 2)

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by Xyla Turner


  “Yes, mom,” he shrugged, without looking up. I thought she was going to pop him, but she just rubbed her hand through his hair, messing it up.

  “Mom,” he whined.

  Typical mother-son relationship. They were too cute. This gave me images of what it would look like if someone else was in Ella’s life. Maybe a man like Jonah. How would he be with her? Something told me, he’d be as protective of her, as he was of me. Poor girl wouldn’t have a chance. I wanted that for her. I didn’t have that for myself. My mom was my safe place, but I only had eleven years with her. After that, I was basically on my own, emotionally. Pop was drunk, my stepmother was just there maintaining and probably trying to figure out how she got duped into the shit, she was in. Yet, Ella, my girl, she deserved more than what I got. Yeah, I turned out alright, but she deserved the affection of a parent and, if possible, two.

  “Wow, I’m so glad I ran into you today,” I told her. “I’m going to come to your show. Oh…” I laughed. “I don’t think I ever told you my name. I’m Dakota Bowers.”

  “Yeah, I got that from your card.” Faith laughed. “We got to get going, but I’m glad I ran into you as well. I can’t wait to meet your guy. I’m sure he and my husband would get along just fine. Two crazy alphas. I have no doubt.”

  “Whew,” I lifted my eyebrows to the ceiling. “Yeah, it ought to be interesting that’s for sure.”

  “Game,” Faith extended her hand out to her son.

  Without protest, he turned it off, and handed it to her with a smile. “Thanks, Mom. Then he turned those precious eyes on me and said, “Nice meeting you Ms. Dakota.”

  Faith shook her head and said, “He’s going to be a reporter one day or something. The boy misses nothing.”

  They stood up, gathered their food and we waved goodbye. My mood was definitely much lighter, and it was pretty cool to make a fast acquaintance and one that was kind of famous.

  What were the odds?

  By the time Ella got home, she was excited to talk about Disney World again and the specific rides she planned to get on, based on her height. I swear she’d be a scientist one day or something.

  Forgetting to look at my phone, as it was on the charger, by the time she was down, I saw that Mr. West had texted and called almost an hour ago.

  Immediately, I called him back.

  “Hey,” I greeted him.

  “Evening, Angel,” he asked. “Did you get my text?”

  “No, I just saw you called and called you back,” I told him.

  “Gotcha. So, Ella’s father. He’s making some moves, sweetness. Apparently, he’s looking into a paternity lawyer, as well as an acquisition one. He’s not listed as Ella’s father on the birth certificate, but it looks like he’s up to something.”

  “Motherfucker,” I hissed.

  “Dakota, it’s fine. I got the best lawyers in the business.” Mr. West interjected. “I got my men on it. The more we know, the better we can combat it. To me, it sounds like he wants to get in with you, whether that’s financially or in another way and is using Ella to get there. Maybe he wants to make claims against your product, which I’m not sure how he knows about. But you kept the name the same, so he must be following it, like I was. It’s a bitch move, on his part. But, we got this.”

  I sighed, as I thought about Mr. West meeting Ella and how he would respond.

  “You mentioned that you weren’t scared of kids,” I reminded him.

  This caught him off guard.

  “No, babe.” He cleared his throat. “I’m not.”

  “So, this is going fast, and I don’t know what it is, but I know I want you to meet Ella and I’m not sure when the best time is, but I just wanted you to know that, okay?” I pushed out the unsure words.

  Mr. West chuckled, then he followed up and said, “Thanks for saying that. I’d love to meet the little goddess. I’d love that more than anything. Also, in regard to what we’re doing and how fast we’re doing it. I need you to know, I’m in this Dakota. For the long haul. Don’t want to scare you or anything, but I’m here, Angel. I’ll be here. Skin for Her or not. Mentor or not. Job or not. We clear?”

  This caused me to smile and then I blinked away the tears.

  “We’re clear,” I confirmed. “Would you want to go to an art showing with me?”

  “Like a date?” he asked. “Fuck yeah.”

  I laughed at his quick and immediate response. “Okay, cool,” I was still laughing. “I’ll send you the details.”

  “Babe, just tell me when and the time,” he told me. “I’m there.”

  “Thanks, Mr. West,” I told him.

  “Jonah,” he corrected.

  “I know. Just scared I’ll get careless at work.”

  “Don’t give a fuck,” he replied. “I’m in this.”

  “You’re the best.”

  “Not hardly. It’s you who’s the best.” He replied. “Got to get some sleep, Angel. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “Night, Jonah,” I replied.

  13

  Jonah West

  Dakota’s baby father was a piece of work. The fuck was actually looking into her business, which meant he was looking into mine. Not because she was mine, because I was her one and only investor thus far for Skin for Her. This meant he could care less about Ella and it was about a payday for him. I would have to pay him a visit and soon, because this shit just would not stand on my watch.

  For Dakota or Ella.

  Fucks like that would never prosper, and would ease their way up, but would never have the gumption to earn their way up. They would just continue to be weasels and take advantage of all that would allow it to happen. This fuck, he got the right one.

  My sweet lady, asked me on a date.

  Fuck.

  Insecurity was not an issue for me. I was a pretty self-assured guy and Dakota even accused me of being a bit arrogant. Yet, I also never tried to pursue a woman who I worked with and who was a mother. Those waters had me a little uncertain. Well, they should have, but I still got the fucking woman fired and working with me. That was a power move, which I could easily justify.

  Maybe a bit over the top.

  Fuck it.

  She was working for me. Vega and Cano would not agree with that shit. Maybe Vega. I believe he got his now, wife, to live with him for a bit. Did some crazy shit to get her there. Cano’s ex-wife did a number on him, so he was more cautious these days. It made sense, because it was like watching a war veteran recount the trauma of the missile hitting his platoon or something. I could only imagine the trauma he must be going through. One day, I hoped he could find some peace. Whether that was with a woman or just by his lonesome. He was a good man and deserved a little peace of mind.

  I had not pursued or even suggested that I come over to Dakota’s place late at night anymore since that Monday because she needed a break. When Tuesday rolled around, we spoke, but it didn’t come up. Wednesday, the same thing happened. Then on Thursday, around 7, while Ella was having her fun time, she murmured something on the phone as she cleaned up the kitchen.

  “Say again, Angel,” I asked, while sitting on my patio with my feet up, looking over the Big Apple.

  I found myself longing to have the two of them under my roof, so we could enjoy this. I’d sneak Ella up, so she could see the sunrise, and make breakfast for Dakota. Something had definitely happened to me. Well, she did.

  “I said, my pussy is so wet,” she repeated.

  I nearly choked and leaned forward because the beer I was drinking went down the wrong pipe.

  “Are you alright?” she asked with a panicked tone.

  “Yeah…yeah.” I kept coughing. “Just went down… the wrong… pipe. Fuck.”

  Once I finished, I asked, “Show me what you want.”

  The phone clicked off and a part of me slightly panicked, thinking maybe I scandalized her. Just as I was about to call her back, my phone dinged with an image from Dakota. I opened the text and instantly grew hard.
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  Fuck. This woman.

  My fingers next moved to call an Uber Black and decided to pay the man double if he could get me there in ten minutes instead of the normal twenty. Ella would be put to bed by eight and I wanted her in this position at five minutes after eight.

  It was an image of a woman bending over with her hair in a tight grip as a man was fucking her from the back. It was erotic as fuck and I could definitely deliver.

  Me: Show me something else you want.

  Fuck, I was horny as hell.

  Another image came through and it looked like the same couple. Actually, if I wasn’t crazy it was a black, curly head woman and a white man, based on the hair textures and patterns. Upon further inspection, these were paintings and not real.

  Damn.

  Whoever did this was fucking good.

  Dakota’s next image was of a woman with her back against the wall and the man’s hand was around her neck, but they were fucking, as her legs were wrapped around his waist.

  I didn’t have to ask for anymore, as they began to come in five-minute intervals until I was outside her apartment waiting in the Uber Black, looking over each of the images. My cock was hard as steel and all I knew was if my apartment wasn’t already soundproof, I was going to buy us a house that was.

  Shit.

  What was I thinking?

  This woman has put a spell on me, and it was so-called men who she thought were devils. She was the one that had bewitched me. I was not the same.

  Nope.

  Around 8:05, she texted back.

  Dakota: You want more pictures?

  Me: I’m outside.

  Looking up to her apartment, I saw the vertical blinds pull back as she peered out and waved. As if I wasn’t already fucking hard enough. I paid my extra in cash, walked up to the opening door, to a smiling Dakota.

  With no words, I immediately moved inside, grabbed her by the hair and pressed her against the closed front door as I kissed those lips and pressed my hard cock into her abdomen.

  Pulling away, I growled, “Do you see what you did?”

  “Yes,” she purred, and I could have fucking cum right there. “I plan to take care of it, too.”

  “Fuck,” I hissed, before groaning as she palmed my cock. “That yours?”

  “All of it,” she answered as she bit my bottom lip.

  Damn, this woman.

  Then she led me up the stairs to her apartment, as I kept my eyes on her ass with every stride. We went straight to the bedroom, where she immediately got naked and I followed suit. Dropping to her knees, Dakota crawled to me with her mouth open.

  Fuck me.

  I stood there and watched my woman take my cock in her small mouth. I was a big man, for sure, but placing my cock next to her head was a site. It was thick and long, and she was a bit on the petite side. I fucking loved it.

  Once I hit the back of her throat, she gagged and then did it again immediately. She was getting the hang of it, but unfortunately, if she did that again, I was coming down her throat. So, I grabbed that colorful head of hers and turned her around, so her torso was on the bed, just like the picture.

  “You wet for me, sweetheart?” I murmured in her ear, as my body hovered over hers. “You want my thick cock to break you open?”

  “Yes, Mr. West,” she poked her ass out, which touched my cock.

  I was not going to last long.

  “You going to let me take what I want?” I asked.

  “Yes, Mr. West,” she answered.

  “How I want?”

  “Yes.”

  Lining my cock up to her dripping pussy, I pushed inside, and she gasped out loud, “Fuck!”

  “Yes,” I almost went weak as her heat engulfed me and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of warmth and everything that was mine.

  “Mr. West,” Dakota moaned. “Right there.”

  Then right there is where she would get it. Ramming in her, until her moaning grew too loud, I pushed my fingers into her mouth to muffle the sound. Why the fuck did I do that?

  That tongue of hers started moving around them and then a couple of minutes later, I was releasing into her tight heat.

  Gotdamn.

  “Fuck, Angel, I’m sorry.” I fell on top of her. “You feel so good.”

  “It’s okay.” She sighed. “Round two will be coming in what ten minutes? It’s still early.”

  Yup, I was falling in love.

  It was official.

  “Ten minutes, but that’s with you sucking me dry, Angel.”

  “Consider it done.” She wiggled her ass.

  That was when I decided I would eat her pussy as she sucked on my cock. Ten minutes later, I had her against the wall, with my hand around her throat. Not choking, as that didn’t get me off, but under my hold, was everything. Just as she did before, she came on my cock, as she was turned on as much as I was.

  Once we finished, we were lying in bed after setting my own alarm. She called out in the darkness.

  “Jonah.”

  “Yeah, babe,” I pulled her closer to me, so her back was in my chest.

  “We need to set some boundaries and protocols.”

  This caused me to go still, as I said, “Okay.”

  “Sex should be at minimum twice a week,” she began. “We’ll have to figure out weekends and shit, until Ella and you meet officially. Can we figure something out?”

  Dakota wasn’t one to hold her tongue for too long, but she was constantly shocking me, and I’m not sure why.

  “Three to four times a week,” I told her. “I come to your place after you put Ella down for the night. One or more of those days, we cut out of work early and go to my place and then when you’re ready, we can figure something out for weekends. When Ella’s ready.”

  She sighed and relaxed back into me. That worked.

  “Thank you, Jonah,” she snuggled closer.

  “Anything else we need to set boundaries on?” I asked.

  “Nope, I think that’s a good start.”

  “Okay, get some rest,” I told her.

  Then I thought about it and said, “Wait, another thing. I’m going to need you to come to my office and suck me off like you did on Monday. My whole week was set right. Also, I’m going to need you to crawl to me every time now. Fucking amazing.” I growled. “I need you to also think about breaking that anal virginity you got going on back there. It’s ripe and keeps winking at me, Angel. God, I’d love to stuff my cock in it and watch it swallow me up.”

  She moaned and twirled her ass around my cock.

  “Well, one way to open her up is with that mouth,” she countered.

  Holy shit.

  Throwing the covers off of us, she began to giggle as I threw her legs back and dug face first into her pussy and then began to play with her asshole. The more I did, the wetter she got.

  “Yes, Mr. West.”

  Shit, for a moment, I thought she would call me daddy and then I was going to have to fuck her again. Instead, I made her cum until she passed out with one finger in her ass. Oh, it’ll take a while, but I wasn’t going anywhere.

  For the next month, she and I stuck to our schedule, but that was just for sex. Outside of that, we rendezvoused for lunch, had more frequent meetings and I also got more pictures of Ella, being funny, winning awards or just her working so diligently. I felt like I knew her and those quirks of hers already.

  Half-way through the second month, she began to go back and forth about the show. Dakota kept mentioning that she needed to secure the right babysitter. My lady was preparing Ella for the night, actually. Going over phone numbers to call, what to do if she felt unsafe and how to defend herself if necessary. I laughed, but not in front of Dakota, because my girl was dead fucking serious.She was teaching her five-year-old how to karate chop someone in the throat. Ella was doing that to her baby dolls and everything. I think she was grooming a ninja or something. It didn’t help that the Jill Scott versus Erika Badu battle of the quarantined t
ime had Bruce Lee, the master, fighting in the background. I think this fueled Dakota, as she talked about how it was a Judo move.

  God, I loved her.

  Yeah, I fucking did.

  14

  Dakota Bowers

  After much deliberations, I hired, vetted and ran background checks among background checks on the selected babysitter. Ella and I also had a few lessons that we needed to go over before I started to entrust her to be with others.

  One day during breakfast, she looked up at me from the book she was reading and said, “Mom, you are very happy. Are you excited about Disney World?”

  This caused me to laugh, because she was very observant, and I guess I was happy. I was falling in love.

  “Yeah, I am happy, baby,” I told her. “Disney is going to be fun. I’ve never been.”

  She began to bounce in her chair as she exclaimed, “Yeah, me either. It’s going to be so much fun. Maybe we’ll see my friends there, too.”

  “Maybe, that would pretty cool,” I told her. “Finish up, so we can go to school.”

  She nodded and began to eat the rest of her French toast sticks, before gluing her eyes on the last page of her book.

  As I dropped her off, I kneeled down and asked, “Hey, what would you think if mommy had a guy friend?” I sort of blurted out there, as I thought about introducing her to Jonah.

  “Would he be my friend too?” she asked with one eyebrow raised.

  “Yeah, a different type of friend, but… Yes.” I laughed and nodded my head.

  Her little head nodded as the twisted pigtails followed, “Okay. That’s befitting. We can do activities together, right?”

  “Of course, I’d love that,” I responded.

  “Will you get married to him and can I be a flower girl, even though I’m going to be six soon?” she asked, causing me to pull back in confusion.

  “Wait, honey…” I shook my head. “Where is this coming from?”

  “Well, Sharon Hitch’s mom’s friend turned into her third husband, then Sharon got to be in two weddings with different dresses for each. She said she hopes there was a third one in two years.” Ella explained. “So, if you and your friend get married, I can be in the wedding, right? I think that’s befitting too.”

 

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