Obsession
Think Pretty Woman... the raunchy version. I hope you guys enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Welcome to my world!!
Chapter One: HER POV
I walked into the back of the lounge, coughing from the smoke in the air. I got caught in the mist of Luna’s awful perfume and I know it is going to linger for hours. She says that whenever she wears it, the guys give her bigger tips. God, I hate the smell… it burns my fucking nose and reminds me of freshly cut grass. A few of the girls chatted amongst themselves in the hallway as I sat down at my station. I haven’t been here long enough to have my own dressing room, so most of us have to settle for folding tables with mirrors taped to the wall. I rubbed my eyes before giving myself a glance in the mirror. The sight was horrifying. Bloodshot eyes from the night before and my left was a shade of blue and purple. I quickly reached into my purse for my makeup bag before anyone else could get a closer look.
My knees ached as I pulled my fishnet stockings over the scrapes and bruises. I can’t wait until I have enough money to pay for Ma’s surgery, because these extracurricular activities are going to be the death of me. I can’t remember the last time I was this sore. Once my makeup was done, I made my way into the bathroom. I reached into the cabinet and grabbed one of the spare toothbrushes. My jaw throbbed as I slowly rubbed the brush back and forth over my teeth. John did not make it easy for me last night. The motherfucker almost gave me lock jaw. I spit the toothpaste down the drain watching it swirl with the water. Then I jumped when I felt a cold clammy hand on my forearm.
“You’re up next kid,” Donna said, exhaling smoke. I nodded in her direction, too tired to speak. My eyes landed on the counter where her hand just was and there were two blue pills. Her way of telling me it’s going to be a long night. I picked them up and popped them into my mouth before heading out of the bathroom. When I got back to my station there were three shots of Patron on the table. My usual request at the start of my shift.
Taking them each one at a time, I could feel the slow dulcet burn going down my throat. It felt as if my veins were on fire. Every hair on my body stood to attention and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. The crowd cheered as Luna’s song came to an end. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, running my fingers through my hair.
“…Let’s dig deep into our wallets for our next act of the night gentlemen!! Show some love for Dirty Diamond!!!!” The announcer shouted. I leaned forward, kissing the mirror before making my way through the beaded curtain.
***
I tossed the taxi driver a twenty as I hopped out of the car. The cold air and rain whipped around me, blowing my hair into my face as I made my way into the apartment complex. My neighbor’s daughter held the door open for me and I thanked her.
“No problem,” she said. “I didn’t know you were moving.” A yawn escaped my mouth as I turned back to face her. The frost bite on her cheeks made them as red as cherries.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. Her eyes darted to the floor.
“I-I-I saw some bags outside of your apartment this morning. I just assumed since I heard all that screaming last night…” she trailed off. Damn those thin walls. Trying to keep my cool, I gave her a pat on the shoulder.
“Thank you for telling me,” I replied. I jogged down the hallway and into the elevator up to the fourth floor. I knew Maxwell was going to flip out. As if that punch wasn’t humiliating enough. I stepped out of the elevator and turned to see my stuff in garbage bags by the front door. The bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to tie them up. I reached into my purse, digging out my keys. When I put them in the door, they didn’t turn. What the fuck? Did he change the locks after I left last night?
“Maxwell!! Maxwell, open the door. Baby, it’s me,” I said, banging my fist against it. I listened but there was no movement. “Maxwell please!! I have the rest of the money!!” Then I heard the sound of a woman laughing and the locks coming undone. It opened, but only where the chain on the top lock ended. A Spanish woman stood between the crack, wearing only a bra and panties.
“Max is busy,” she said, popping her gum in my face. I took a deep breath, trying not to lose my temper.
“Just tell him that Diamond is here to see him.” She eyed me up and down.
“You’re Diamond?” She asked. I nodded because my throat was burning from holding in my screams. Who the fuck does this girl think she is answering Maxwell’s door? “Obviously he doesn’t want to see you if your shit is right there on the floor,” she said, laughing.
“Look… I’ve had a long night and I don’t feel like dealing with all of this. Can you please just go get Maxwell so I can talk to him?” She went to object, but before I could catch myself my hand was clamped around her throat. “GO GET HIM RIGHT NOW! BEFORE I FUCKING CUT YOU BITCH!” I quickly released her as she tried to close my arm in the door. Her voice boomed through the walls as she cursed and yelled for Maxwell. Keep cool… two, four, six, eight… don’t let her get under your skin. I leaned against the wall opposite of the door, when it opened and he stepped out. He wore the cheetah boxers that I bought him, a red robe and house shoes.
“Whatchu want?” He asked. I bowed my head and laughed.
“What do I want? Why is all my shit out here on the floor Maxwell? I told you I was going to get your money and you throw out my stuff?? And who was that bitch?” I yelled.
“Watch your mouth,” he spat out. I took a deep breath bringing my eyes to meet his. They were cold and vengeful. “I’ve been real patient with you, Diamond. This is the third time you haven’t had all of my money. And you expect me to keep you in my home?”
“That’s not fair Max; you know I’m taking care of my mother. Besides, I have your money right here,” I said, digging in my purse. I pulled out the crumpled dollar bills and placed it in his hand. He looked at it, put it in his pocket and turned back toward the door.
“Wait wait,” I said, grabbing his arm. He looked down over his shoulder at me. “That’s it? You take my money and kick me out?”
“I’m only taking what was owed to me. As for you living here, that’s over and done with. Since you’re so concerned about your mother, why don’t you go back home to her?” he said, shrugging out of my grip. “Don’t forget about your appointment tonight. You know John hates it when you’re late. And I expect you to have my cut before midnight,” he said, before closing the door behind him. I stared at the door for what seemed like hours. How can he be so selfish?Tears streamed down my cheeks as I picked up each bag and made my way back over to the elevator. That’s exactly what I get for thinking that I was his favorite girl.
My vision was blurred as I scrolled through my phone looking for someone I could call; a very short list that was. Most of the people I know always demand payment whenever you ask them for a favor. I dialed one of my oldest friends and she picked up on the second ring. She got to me faster than I would have ever imagined. Veronica opened the back door of her truck for me to put my bags inside. Once in the passenger seat she pulled me into her embrace and the tears finally dropped.
“Thank you so much, Ron. I didn’t know who else to call. That son of a bitch wouldn’t even let me come in and rest,” I said, wiping my eyes. I took in her appearance and she was still in her pajamas. Dirty blonde hair still in a messy bun. A hint of purple lipstick was still visible along her lips and right cheek.
“He’s always been an asshole. Once I paid off my debt, I left him with the quickness,” She said, driving down the road. “I told you what he was like,” she whispered.
“I know I know… Do you know he had the nerve to have some bitch answer the door?”
“Spanish broad? Long dark hair with big teeth?” I nodded. How does she know that? “Yeah, she’s been the talk of the town. His new prized possession.”
“What? Since when?” I asked, curious.
“About two weeks ago, he brought her to the club on 86th. Introduced her to his colleagues. Her name is Heaven.”
“Hmmm… that explains all those late nights he’s been having. Ugh, I hope he used a fucking condom.” A burn settled deep in my chest. And here I thought he was only seeing me, but in reality he had me out doing his grunt work with the clients no one wanted to work with.
“Did you?” She asked. We stopped at a red light and her dark green eyes landed on me. Concern glistened within them.
“You know I always use protection. When he didn’t want to I always told him I was ovulating,” I replied. Ron burst into laughter and I did the same, my mood lifting a bit.
“Diamond, you have to get out from underneath him. He’s going to drain you. If you want, I can talk to Dimitri and let him know you’re looking for work.”
“That’s okay Ron; I’m honestly trying to find something else. I sent my work over to this Executive Art Director and his assistant thought it was really good. I have an appointment with them next week and I’m praying that I get to be her replacement. But now, I don’t have a place to stay…” I trailed off.
“What about your sister?” I bowed my head, playing with the chipped paint on my nails.
“We don’t speak. Her husband heard about what I do for a living and doesn’t want her anywhere near me. And if she’s dumb enough to listen to him then I don’t want anything to do with her. Plus, she lives out of state.”
“And your mom?”
“She’s in a retirement home. I’ve been paying for that as well since I don’t have a place for her to stay. Not to mention the money I’ll need for her heart procedure.”
“Geez, I didn’t know you were dealing with all of that shit. Why didn’t you say anything?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, my door is always open. I have a couch that has your name on it if you want.” I looked up at her, but she kept her eyes on the road.
“Seriously? What about your boyfriend? Would he be cool with that?”
“Yeah… Johnny had to lay low for awhile. He’s hiding out in Philly right now until it’s safe to come back,” she chuckled. God, why are our lives so fucked up? “So, what do you say? We can go out tonight, get fucked up, make a little bit of money and then get some pizza at the end of the night,” She replied.
I looked out the window, contemplating my options. She is literally all I have right now and I’ve passed out on her couch before. It was pretty comfy. And her apartment is big enough for me to get some painting done.
“Alright, I’m in. But I’m not going to be a freeloader. I’ll give you most of my tips that I get at the end of the week.” She nodded her head giving me a high five.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now let’s go get some brunch so I can go back to sleep. I had at least four clients last night and that bag of peas in the freezer is calling my fucking name,” She sang. I laughed, knowing exactly how she felt.
HIS POV
My fingertips burned from the heat of my coffee mug. The pain soothed my racing heart. Charette Design stood out in bold blue print against my reddened fingers. I could hear the voices swarming around me, but my mind was somewhere else. Back at home… in front of that mirror. I shook my head, desperately trying to get my thoughts back on track. The meeting continued to drag on as my associates talked through their plan to bring in new clients. It was the same thing every day. John would come in with his booming announcer voice, bossing everyone around. He’d ask our opinions, but never actually follows through with our suggestions. Blake, one of the senior managers trying to make his way up to partner, kisses his ass on the daily.
Edward, the project manager, gawks at my receptionist every time she steps into the room and it’s quite sad because she doesn’t even give him the time of day. He was practically drooling when she brought me some coffee twenty minutes ago. And here I am… tired. Horny… and alone. Burying myself alive in work so I can prove to my father that I’m not a failure. People think he only hired me because I’m his son… but I worked my ass off to be here. Now that I am a partner… I’m at a loss. Is this it? I never thought with this much success, that I would feel so alone.
I blinked as everyone rose to their feet and began to leave the room. My papers were gathered up by my receptionist before I could even stand up. She smiled down at me as she scurried out of the room, Edward’s gaze chasing after her.
“Wow Sylvester, you’ve got a hot one on your hands. Do you know if she’s seeing anyone?” He asked, adjusting his tie.
“I don’t know.”
“Are you two…?” He asked, trailing off.
I chuckled. “No. She’s too young minded for me,” I said, picking up my mug.
“Don’t leave yet Sylvester, we have a few things to go over,” John said. “You too, Edward.”
“Sure thing,” I said, rolling my eyes. We both sat back down waiting for the rest of the room to clear out. Once the door was closed, John sat on the conference table turning toward the both of us. A new look flashed across his face, almost like gratification.
“I want you two to come out with me to this club tonight.” I raised a brow. A club? Isn’t he a little old for that?
“I’m down,” Edward said. Of course, he would be… anything to get his dick wet.
“We have a lot of work to do before meeting with the Austens for breakfast tomorrow. That’s a big account,” I said, looking out the window. The morning rain was starting to let up.
“Oh, come on Sylvester… live a little,” He said, smacking my arm. “I was there the other night and it was a fucking revelation. The girls really know what they’re doing,” He said, pulling out his phone. This coming from a so called happily married man. He cheats on his wife more than he does his damn job.
“It’s that kind of club?” Edward asked, rubbing his hands together. I looked at my watch, bored with the conversation.
“Yes, the women are incredible. This broad blew me so good, I could barely walk afterwards. I’m lucky Melissa was asleep by the time I got home or else she would have known something was up. I was still hard as a rock,” he said, laughing. Ugh, fucking disgusting. I don’t want to hear about this old bat getting his pencil sharpened. “Look at the tits on this girl.” He turned his phone toward us and Edward leapt out of his seat. Desperate son of a bitch. I glanced at the image on his screen, noticing the butterfly tattoo on her chest with some cursive writing underneath.
“I’m definitely in,” Edward said. They both turned to face me as I grabbed my briefcase from under the table.
“What do you say, Sylvester?” John asked. I looked toward the window and he sucked his teeth. “Come on, why not have a good time? What else do you have to go home to?” My mind drifted back to the pills in my medicine cabinet and a burning feeling filled my chest. Do I really want to head back to my condo alone tonight? Who knows how far I will actually go this time….
“One drink and then I’m out,” I replied. They both cheered, giving me a pat on the back. Then there was a light knock on the door, before my receptionist stepped into the room.
“What’s up, Kim?” I asked.
“Mr. Nash wishes to speak to you. He says it’s urgent,” She said, avoiding Edward’s eyes.
“Thank you,” I replied. She closed the door and John grabbed my shoulder.
“We’ll go to dinner with Chuck and Blake at seven, then head over to the club. Make sure you bring your wallets gentlemen.”
***
A panic set within me as my mind raced from the conversation I had with my father a few hours ago. He wants to put everything in my hands. The family business… all of his clients… all of his staff. I couldn’t say anything when he made me the offer. His eyes were cold and dark… just like they’ve always been. His voice, harsh and raspy, dominating the room. Taking control of my every fucking move. He didn’t give me much of a choice. My training would begin on Monday. Why don’t I have the power to tell him no? That I want more for myself and not just a life filled with money and power.
I dumped the Oxycodone along my bathroom counter watching them dance along the hard surface. They were from my accident back in October. Sweat beaded along my forehead as I picked up a single pill. My eyes caught the scared expression staring back at me in the mirror.
If you’re going to do it, then do it….
I dropped the pill, slowly backing away from the counter. I have to get the fuck out of here. My cellphone buzzed in my pocket, giving me the excuse to leave the bathroom. I sucked my teeth at the name on the screen before answering. Like I need another lecture right now…
“Yes mother?”
“Is that how you answer to me?” She snarled. I sighed deeply, wiping the sweat from my brow.
“Hello mother, how are you?” I asked, sarcastically.
She scoffed. “Did you talk to your father today?” I waited to respond as she yelled at her maid to clean up a mess that her cat Venus made.
“I did. Is that why you’re calling?”
“Don’t be an ass, Sylvester. I’m calling to see if you’re going to take his offer.”
“Do I have much of a choice in the matter?” I walked into the kitchen, pulled out the Vodka I kept in the freezer and poured myself a glass.
“He wants to keep the business in the family. You’re his only son… it’s your responsibility to take over,” she snapped. Then she fell silent. “He’s much older now and needs to retire.”
“Then why not give it to John? They’re what I’m assuming best friends should be like.”
“You know that man is no good. Now stop your whining and just answer the question. Are you going to take the position?” She asked. Her voice rang in my ears, just as violent and harsh as my fathers. I threw back the liquid… enjoying the burn it left in my throat.
“My training starts Monday,” I replied, mentally exhausted.
“Good.” I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. “Now get some rest. The Austens are very important friends of your father’s. Don’t fuck this up.” And then the line went dead. Thanks for the pep talk, mom. I dropped the phone onto the counter, pouring myself another glass of Vodka. The sting was much needed. All I want to do is scream… but this will have to do for now. I placed the glass in the sink, looking back over toward the bathroom. Then I took a deep breath, grabbed my things, and practically jogged out of the apartment.
Chapter Two
HER POV
To cheer me up, Ron decided to take me to her favorite restaurant for dinner. I can honestly say it was turning out to be a good night, despite all the missed calls from Maxwell. He’s always so concerned about his money. I grunted as his name popped back up on my screen.
“Is that him again?” Ron asked, squirting more ketchup on her French fries. I nodded taking a long sip of my wine. I usually need about two glasses in order to loosen up. “How that man can call you after the way he treated you this morning is beyond me. What the hell does he want?” I reached over to grab a fry from her plate.
“I’m assuming it’s about John. One of his highest paying clients,” I replied, popping it into my mouth.
“Why not get another girl to do it, if you’re not answering? He has a phone full of them.”
“John is very particular. Likes it to be rough and only goes after damaged girls.” Ron gave me a sympathetic look. “He’s an old married perv living out his darkest fantasies with women he can’t actually have. Plus he likes blondes.”
She raised her brows. “You’re a brunette,” she said, confused.
“He asked Maxwell if I could dye my hair after our first meeting. I told him I wasn’t dying my hair, so he has me wear a wig.” Ron shook her head, tossing back two Green Tea shots.
“Do you like him?” I watched as the waiter brought over my second glass.
“No,” I said, firmly. “But he drops twelve hundred on the table for a few hours. After Maxwell takes his cut, I’m left with seven hundred.”
“Wow, That’s not bad. How often do you meet up with him?”
“Once every two weeks, but he booked me twice this week.” I looked up when a few guys started whistling and snapping for my attention. I grabbed the end of my dress, pulling it down a bit. Ron noticed and turned to give them the finger. She is so much better at not letting things get to her. You think after a year of this I’d be used to it by now.
“So, where are we going again?” I asked, taking a bite of my quesadilla.
“Oh!! It’s this great underground club in Brooklyn that Johnny and I go to. Great place to make some money…” She stopped mid-sentence when her cellphone started to ring. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong? I asked, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
“It’s Dima…”
“Who?”
“Dimitri. He never calls on my nights off. Something must be wrong.” She quickly picked up and started speaking Russian. I ate in silence, looking around the restaurant to make sure none of Maxwell’s girls were here. I don’t need any of them running back and telling him that they saw me, especially since I’ve been ignoring him. Ron finished her call, pulled out her wallet, and slapped a fifty on the table.
“Change of plans… One of Dima’s girls got sick and he needs me to come run the show.”
I raised a brow. “Run the show?”
“Play Madam. I’m in charge of the big dogs tonight,” The excitement flashed in her eyes.
“Oh okay, I guess I’ll just go back to the apartment until it’s time to meet up with John…”
“Hell no! You’re coming with me. There is no way I’m letting you waste that outfit on one man tonight.” I picked up the second glass, not holding back this time. “Screw John and screw Maxwell. They can find someone else to do the job.”
“That’s not a good idea. I’m already ignoring him; if I don’t show up he’ll be pissed. What if he’s at Dima’s place?”
“Then you can stay in the lounge with all the unhappy bachelors and horny politicians. Their wallets are fat and their wives are not doing the job right,” she replied. I held in a giggle.
“I don’t know Ron…”
“I promised you a good time. If you’re not having fun within the first hour then you can go home.” I looked at her as she fluttered her long lashes. Ugh I hate when she does that. I nodded and her grin reached both of her ears. We were out the door before I could finish my dinner.
****
Dimitri’s club was phenomenal. I don’t know why I have never been over here before. It was a three story building that could pass for a hotel. The first floor was an upbeat club for the younger crowd. While the second and third floors were for business purposes. I decided to stay in the lounge since there weren’t that many guests. Ron was right about the lonely bachelors and horny politicians. There were at least two men that I saw with tan lines on their ring fingers.
I did find myself watching one man sitting at the bar. Something about him lured me in, but I couldn’t figure out why. His clothes were nicely tailored. A navy blue shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and black slacks. The tattoos on his right arm stopped around his silver Rolex Air King. His hair was short, a mix of sex and bed head, along with his trimmed beard. He was mouth watering.
A few women swarmed around him like vultures searching for their next meal. Some managed to sit in his presence, but each one was shot down. He didn’t even offer to buy them a drink. To be honest, I don’t blame him. These girls can bleed a man dry if they let them. Part of me wanted to approach him, but the other part kept me glued to my chair. His eyes were dark yet familiar, almost like I’ve seen them before. Arousal and fear settled within me. I watched as he twirled his glass in his hand. What is he so deep in thought about?
“Hey there, beautiful. I’m glad you’re still here,” Ron said, leaning against the table.
“Yeah… I’m enjoying the music,” I lied. My gaze finally pulled away from him and I found her staring at me.
“I know that look,” she smiled. “Who are you looking at?” I pointed in his direction, bringing my glass to my lips. I took a long sip as she sat down next to me, slowly letting her gaze fall on the man at the bar.
“He’s handsome. I’m starting to see that you like them a little older,” she joked. “You gonna talk to him?”
“I don’t know… I’ve already seen him turn down a few girls. I doubt I even have a shot. It’s been so long since I’ve approached a man. I usually just show up to the appointments,” I said, laughing nervously.
“How will you know if you don’t try?” She said, grabbing my glass and taking a sip. “Worse comes to worse, you can always do some work upstairs,” she giggled. I rolled my eyes.
“How is it going up there anyway?” I asked, letting my gaze fall back on the man at the bar. He slightly shifted in his chair toward me, but he still stared down at his drink.
“I saw Heaven. Rumor is that she just started here as a Dominatrix.” My eyes widened as she placed her hand on my knee. “Don’t worry I haven’t seen Maxwell anywhere. I’ve been keeping an eye out.”
When I went to look back across the room, his eyes were on me. I could feel the thundering of my heart pounding against my breast. His stare was bold and assessed me frankly, making me feel completely vulnerable and hot all at once. Then he turned back toward the bar, staring down at his glass again, this time with a smirk. My breath quickened and I could feel the dampness of my panties as I crossed my legs.
“My god…his eyes are hypnotic. Is it weird to say that he looks exactly how I feel right now?” I said, almost breathless. She glanced over her shoulder.
“Constipated?” I gasped giving her knee a slap as she laughed. It earned us a few stares. “Go find out what’s on his mind… shit, you might like it.” Her eyes darted to the corner of the room, landing on Dimitri.
“I have to go. Text me if you’re still here later.”
“Okay.” Ron leaned forward to kiss my cheek before following Dimitri back to the elevator. Pounding heart and sweaty palms… I feel like I’m back in high school. All you have to do is go over and be Diamond. The desirable woman you are every night you perform. I finished off the rest of my wine and made my way over to the Adonis at the bar.
HIS POV
We ended up smoothing out the edges for the Austens’ contract and we are set for brunch tomorrow. Dinner with the guys dragged longer than I expected. I had to wake myself up a few times mid-conversation with Chuck and Blake. Those guys are the most boring people I have ever encountered. After they excused themselves for the night, things started to pick up. John had us take a limo over to the club on 86th. I noticed how agitated he was with his phone earlier during dinner. Must have been his wife calling.
“So what are the rules of this club?” Edward asked. I’m surprised he can speak full sentences with the amount of Rum and cokes he had tonight.
“There aren’t any rules unless you want to become an exclusive member,” John said. Edward encouraged him to keep talking. “When you become a member they’ll ask you to download this app to your phone. You can always check out their website to see your options before joining,” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. Ugh, what a fucking creep.
“Options?” I finally asked.
“Oh so you are alive? You were so fucking quiet over there I hardly noticed you,” he spat out. I ignored his comment, waiting for him to continue. “The women you can sample.” He makes them sound like their treats for men. I looked out the window at the passing lights, still listening intently to the conversation.
“The website is called FlyGirlz. Once on there, you can pick the type of girl you want, what you want them to do and when you want to meet. Payment is due at the end of the session. And don’t try to skip out either. This Russian fucker makes sure to have back up with his girls at the place we’re going.”
“Holy shit. So if we don’t have a membership, then how are we going to get in?” Edward asked, loosening up his tie. John leaned over, showing him the screen of his phone.
“I’m allowed to bring two guests,” John replied.
The limo came to a stop and the door swung open, bringing in the cool November breeze. The three of us stepped out of the limo into a mixed crowd of people. Some young and some as old as John; I swear he has to be in his fifties now. He whipped out his phone and the bouncer scanned it before opening the velvet rope for us. I could hear a few annoyed people grunt from this advantage to get inside. This place must be pretty nice to have a line all the way down the block. Everything seemed to move in slow motion after that. The bright lights, the loud static like music that everyone seemed to enjoy, and the constant groping I received walking through the crowd. The amount of times my cock got grabbed was astounding… surely did not help with the lack of attention he’s been getting lately. John grabbed my shoulder, pulling me in toward him.
“Hey kid, there are two other floors. The second floor is a lounge, much more relaxed than this area and then there is the third floor. Eddie and I are going to head up there, you want to tag along?”
“I’ll go up to the lounge… I need another drink,” I shouted back. “I’ll find you guys in a bit.” He patted my shoulder and disappeared in the crowd. I spun around, squinting to find an elevator or stairs. Damn these strobe lights, how the fuck can anyone see in here? Once I spotted the stairs, I squeezed back through the crowd to make my way up to the second floor.
****
I preferred this area more than the club downstairs. It was quiet and there were less people. Although the amount of women that approached me for a drink was annoying. Don’t get me wrong, they were beautiful, but you could literally see the dollar signs over their eyes. I can see why John made sure we brought our check books. I ordered another Scotch, trying to keep my head on my shoulders. My thoughts just kept drifting back to that bathroom. Could I have actually gone through with it? I would kill to do a line right now… that always used to clear my head.
I picked up my glass to swirl it around when I saw her reflection in the mirror across the bar. Was she looking at me? Another woman came to sit next to her so I shifted in my chair to get a better look. Her hair was dark and straight, draping over her shoulders. The dress she had on stopped at her thighs. The cerulean blue made her melanin skin shimmer, even in the dim lighting. Her breasts stood at attention; I could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric. The plumpness of her lips as she talked made my groin ache. God… what I wouldn’t do to have that mouth around me. She is absolutely ravenous. My eyes roamed her body until they actually met with her own. The rise and fall of her chest showed her surprise. I could feel myself rise against my zipper and I turned away from her, smiling. Down boy…
I finished my Scotch, enjoying the sweet sting it left in my throat. I exhaled, feeling the dull ache of my cock growing tired of my negligence. It’s always easy to find someone to fuck, but so hard to find a woman who could satisfy my hunger. I need to be tamed and have yet to find the one that can do it.
“May I buy you a drink?” The soft voice asked. My eyes were met with the hazel ones before me.
“Isn’t it supposed to be me asking if I can buy you a drink?” She smirked, taking a seat next to me. I let my eyes roam over her tight blue dress as it inched up her thighs.
“I don’t know. I saw a few women come over here with those same intentions and they walked away with their tails between their legs. Figured I should try something different,” she said, resting her arm on the bar top. “But… if it’s eating you up inside, then you still can. This was just my excuse to come talk to you.” I laughed. I love a bold woman. She flashed me a smile that showed off the dimples in her cheeks. “I’m Diamond.”
“Sylvester,” I took her hand placing a kiss on her knuckles. “What’s your poison?”
“Surprise me,” she said, putting her phone on the bar top.
“Hmm… light or dark?” She brushed her heel along the side of my slacks.
“Surprise me,” she repeated. I reached out for the passing bartender, placing a twenty in her hand.
“Whiskey, straight please.” She nodded and made her way to the end of the bar. I turned my attention back to the young lady in front of me. Her eyes were dark and lustful yet sad. I even noticed a slight shade difference under her left eye covered up by makeup.
“Good choice,” she smiled. “So, where are you from? I detect a bit of an accent.”
“Boston,” I said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. A bright flare of desire sprang into her eyes as her lips slowly parted. God damn, that mouth…. “I travel back and forth for work, but I’ve been living here in Manhattan for the last two years.”
“That’s nice. I have a few friends up in Boston.” The bartender placed the glass in front of her. “What exactly do you do Sylvester?” My name slipping out of her mouth sounded like a fucking symphony… I would love to hear it while fucking her brains out.
“I’m an architect… about to have my own company soon. It’s quite boring,” I replied. My eyes roamed from her neck to the glitter shining across her breasts. Her leg was still between both of mine and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She’s mesmerizing.
“Doesn’t sound that boring to me. I’m sure you make a decent living.”
“I do,” I said, clearing my throat. “What do you do?”
“Whatever you want me to.” She took a long sip of her drink, without even a flinch. Her answers were short. Sweet. And alluring.
“Meaning?” I asked, curious. Her cellphone buzzed on the bar top. That was the second time during our conversation.
“I’m whatever you want me to be.” She uncrossed her legs and I saw a hint of red lace.
“Oh… so you’re an escort?” The flutter of her eyelashes went straight to my groin.
“Titles are overrated,” she said, throwing back the rest of her drink. Damn she has a throat of steel.
“Sounds like you make a decent living as well.”
“It pays the bills,” she shrugged. We stared at one another, the scent of our arousal floating between us. Then her phone buzzed again.
“Are you going to answer that?”
“No,” she said. “It’s not important.”
I smirked. “How do you know that?” She picked something off her dress, avoiding my question. Hmm… that is definitely her tell. “Could be your boyfriend.” She looked up and I found myself staring at her hungrily.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Jack- motherfucking- pot. “Bad for business,” she joked. I could sense the seriousness in her tone.
“Well in that case, how much would it take for you to spend the weekend with me?” I asked, boldly.
“The weekend?” I nodded. Lord knows, what I might do if I go back to that room alone tonight. Her eyes widened and she straightened her back.
“You couldn’t afford me.” I licked my lips as she placed her hands on my thighs. Her red fingernails danced along my legs like tap shoes.
“Try me.” The words were coming out of my mouth before I could stop them. Something about this woman aroused the fuck out of me and I want to spend the night finding out what it was. This may be stupid and careless… but the rush it provided was oh so familiar. I watched as her thighs clamped together. Please don’t back out now…
“Five thousand.” She arched her brow, taking me in. Not cheap at all and my interest has been peaked.
“Alright. I’m over at Oriana at River Tower. Let me call my driver and we’ll get out of here.” Her shoulders relaxed and she picked up her phone.
“Let me run to the ladies room and I’m all yours.” I watched as she walked to the restroom, sashaying her hips. I sent Edward and John a quick text telling them that I would be leaving for the evening. As she walked back over to me, I could feel my demon awakening. I hope she is the one that can tame him.
Chapter Three
HIS POV
My palms were soaked making it difficult to grip my keys. When was the last time I was this nervous around a woman? Aroused just by their presence? Her scent, sweet and possessive, made my head spin. Three months without touching a woman and you’d think it was my first time by the way my body reacted to her.
I opened the door to my apartment switching on the light so I could lead her in. She was quiet most of the car ride. Her phone constantly buzzed in her purse and she ignored it. I hope she isn’t involved in any drama. Lord knows that is the last thing I need in my life. I watched as she walked around the kitchen island, letting her hands run along the counter. She seemed about as deep in thought as I was…hopefully she isn’t rethinking her decision to come home with me. I need this.
“Everything okay?” I finally asked. She nodded her head. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Yes please,” she whispered. Her shoulders were tense and she looked nervous. Where was the girl I just met at the club? “But may I use your bathroom first?”
“Of course,” I said, pulling two glasses out of the cabinet. “It’s around the corner. First door on the left.” I watched as she disappeared around the corner before walking over to the fridge. I pulled out the Johnnie Walker Blue that Kim gave me for my birthday and poured it into each glass. Hopefully this will get my mind off everything that is going on at work. Who would have thought that I would end up with an escort? Has my loneliness truly come to this?
I should check and see if she is on the website that John was talking about earlier. I pulled out my phone and quickly typed in the website. Scrolling through the list I took a quick sip of my drink when I spotted her name. Wow, this website has everything. Favorite sex position, Do’s and Don’ts, and their sexual preferences. Holy shit… she’s only twenty-four years old. How could a girl so young get wrapped up into this kind of business? And she’s an exotic dancer. This should be very interesting. A light knock on the wall made me turn in her direction. She looked at me provocatively before taking a step closer.
“You have some pills on your sink. I’m not sure if you know,” she said. I could feel my cheeks heat up. How could I forget about the pills?
“Oh, I’ll clean that up,” I said, finishing up my drink. My body swayed from the quick motion and I steadied myself. She stepped out of the way letting me into the bathroom. I looked down at the pills feeling my heart drop. It’s over… just get rid of them. Sweat beaded on my forehead and I could feel her watching me. I quickly swept them into the garbage can.
“Must have dropped them before I left. You can finish using the restroom,” I said, avoiding her eyes. When the door closed, I exhaled deeply. Fuck that was close. I grabbed both glasses and the bottle of Scotch before making my way into the living room. Now I’m going to have to make this night interesting to keep her mind off what she just saw. I walked around the room, lighting a few candles to set the mood. Then I opened the curtains to the balcony and watched the cars down on the street slowly move. I hate Manhattan traffic… it makes me miss home.
My attention was caught by the reflection staring back at me. God her eyes were bewitching. I could stare at her all day.
“Your bathroom is beautiful.” I watched as she walked around the coffee table to sit on the sofa.
“Thank you, I designed it myself.” Her hair seemed tousled and she looked more relaxed than before. “I hope you like Scotch,” I said, gesturing toward the table.
“Not my favorite, but I’ll manage,” she replied. I have yet to find a woman other than my mother that likes Scotch. Her eyes were busy, darting over everything in the apartment. I suddenly felt self-conscious.
“Did you design this entire apartment as well?” I watched as her nose scrunched up as she took a sip of her drink.
“Yes, all part of my job. I have Vodka in the freezer if you’d prefer that. Or I could ask my driver to pick up some wine. I hosted a party last week and haven’t gotten a chance to restock my cabinet.”
“Vodka, please.” I made my way into the kitchen and over to the freezer. “So what did you have planned for the evening before I showed up?” She asked. I honestly have no idea what I would have done tonight if she didn’t come back here with me. Just the thought of it gives me fucking chills.
“Probably would have just prepped for a business meeting I have in the morning,” I lied. My mind has been so preoccupied with those pills, I don’t even remember what I’m supposed to say tomorrow.
“Sounds exciting.” I grabbed the bottle and some of the strawberries and grapes I had in the fridge.
“It keeps my mind busy,” I replied, sitting down next to her. She took a grape and popped it into her mouth as I placed the bowl on the table. Mmmm…. That fucking mouth is going to drive me insane. “I want to try something with you this weekend, that I have never tried with anyone before.” She raised an eyebrow as I finished her glass of Scotch, replacing it with the Vodka.
“And what is that?” She asked, dropping a strawberry into her drink.
“Honesty.” I waited for her expression to change, but she only raised the glass to her lips and took a sip.
“Why?”
“I want someone to be honest with me, even though we don’t know each other. I’m sure neither one of us has room to judge, so why not? If the question is too difficult to answer tonight, then you take a sip of your drink and answer it another day.”
She bit her bottom lip. “Any other rules?”
“No phones while we are together.” Her gaze finally landed on me and her eyes were unreadable. Then she giggled and placed her drink in my hand.
“You’re a strange man.”
“One that has peaked your interest, I hope?”
“You have.” She reached into her purse for her buzzing phone and turned it off. Her eyes flashed in my direction as she waited for me to do the same.
“You gonna murder me or something?” She asked, taking her drink back with a smile. I reached into my pocket, turning it on silent mode. I can’t turn it off completely, but she will have my full attention. She must not really care about the people calling her.
“Not in the way that you are thinking,” I joked. “I looked up a few things about you while you were using the bathroom.”
“See anything you like?” My eyes trailed over her breast and down to her thighs.
“The website says that all the girls have tattoos to show that you work for them. Is that true?” A look passed over her face, but she quickly disguised it. What was that?
“Yes.”
“Where is yours?” She smiled and leaned forward to pour herself another glass.
“You’ll have to find out.” I rubbed my hand over my cock to ease the ache. I hope she isn’t one of those women that doesn’t like to kiss… I can’t wait to bite and suck on those lips of hers.
“Mmmm… is your real name Diamond? Or is that your stage name?”
“Stage name.” The look in her eyes screamed sex, lust, and hunger.
“Will you tell me your actual name?” She reached for her glass and took a sip. Personal question for later then.
“My turn,” she said, rubbing her leg against mine. “Are you married? Most of my clients usually are.”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“No.” I said, popping a strawberry into my mouth.
“Kids?” I laughed out loud.
“Not that I know of.” She giggled.
“Okay, serious question.” I nodded. “Why are you paying for the entire weekend?” I went to reach for my glass, but stopped myself.
“Work has been difficult and I didn’t want to spend the weekend alone.” She leaned in toward me, rubbing her fingers along my forearm.
“Any of that have to do with all those pills on your sink?” Finally I reached for my glass and took a long sip. I’m definitely going to be hoarse and hungover tomorrow from mixing light and dark liquors.
“Are you lonely?” She asked. I looked up in her direction and her eyes were suddenly blazing with emotion.
“Yes.” I poured myself another glass, leaning back on the sofa. “Are you?” I followed her hand as she reached for her drink. Hmmm…. I wonder why that is a difficult question for her. Alright Sylvester, do something to lighten the mood in here… you don’t want to scare her away.
“You’re a dancer?” I asked. She nodded bringing her eyes back to mine as her tongue traced the soft fullness of her lips. “Where at?”
“HP on 17th street.”
“What does that stand for?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
“Hypnotic Pussy.” She said, draping her leg over mine. “I started working there two years ago and that slowly led into this business.”
“Temporary?” I asked, placing my hand on her thigh. I slowly moved my fingers up toward her dress and she exhaled slowly.
“Temporary. I’ll give it a few more months.”
“And then what?” She sighed from annoyance. I know I’m milking it a bit here…
“Bigger and better things. Now are you going to tell me what you want or do I have to undress you myself?” The seduction in her voice was enough to make me cum right here and now. A bright flare of desire sprang into her eyes. A lioness stalking her prey. Then she placed her hand right on my cock, gripping it firmly. Holy shit… he was awake and ready to be tended to. Her hand moved up to my belt buckle, taking it a loose.
“Hand job or blow job?” She placed a light kiss on my neck, making me shiver.
“Surprise me.” She hooked her leg around mine and went to unbuckle my belt, when I caught her chin. “Dance for me first,” I nipped her lip with my teeth.
“That will cost you extra,” she grinned.
“I’m good for the money,” I whispered against her mouth. She pushed me back further on the sofa, making her way to her knees between my legs.
“We’ll save that for later. I’ve wanted to do this all night.” My breathing became rapid as she reached into my pants, taking my cock into her hands. Her eyes became honey brown in the candle lit room. I held my breath as she slowly licked her lips and took me into her mouth.
“Oh fuck…” I groaned. The goosebumps formed all over my legs as she engulfed me. My fingers tangled in her hair as I lifted my hips to follow her rhythm. My god she really knows what she’s doing. “Spit on it, baby.” I found myself saying.
Her eyes never left mine as she brought me all the way to the back of her throat and gagged. Then she pulled me out of her mouth and spit on the tip. Driving me fucking wild…. Her hands stroked up and down my cock as her tongue worked its magic. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a blow job this good. All the other women were always trying to be so pretty about it… but this girl is not afraid to get down and fucking dirty. I lifted my head, unable to contain myself any longer.
“Stand up.” She pulled my cock from her mouth and the line of saliva from her mouth to my tip made my head spin. I used my thumb to brush it from her lips, bringing it back to my own mouth. Diamond stood to her feet and turned her back to me as I watched her reach for her zipper. “Turn around… I want to see you,” I said, stroking my length. As she turned to face me, the straps on her dress fell around her shoulders. My mouth fell open as she shimmied out of the dress, revealing the red lace thong I saw earlier. My gaze was riveted on her face, then slowly moved over her body. Lo and behold, there was the butterfly tattoo on her hip. My eyes moved to her nipples, which were pebbled as she watched me stroke myself. God she’s gorgeous…
“Do you like what you see?” Our eyes locked as our breathing fell in sync. She nodded while running her hands over her breasts. I leaned forward, pushing the drinks and fruit bowl to the other side of the table and she let her thong drop to the floor. “Sit,” I demanded. Diamond took a seat in front of me, leaning forward to unbutton my shirt. I love how eager she is. I reached down, grabbing her ankles, and placed both of her legs on the chair. There she was…panting, as her sex glistened from her juices.
“Touch yourself.” She gave me a look that made my cock twitch. I followed as she brought her hand to her mouth, slowly sucking on two fingers, and bringing them down to circle her clit. Her eyelids slid shut and her lips parted as a soft moan escaped them. I sat back… enjoying the Goddess before me. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Anything you want,” she moaned.
“That’s not what I asked. You tell me what you want.” Her eyelids fluttered open and I could see the vulnerability behind them. “In detail, baby.” Her hand came to a halt and she looked puzzled. Has she always been told what to do and not given any choices? Oh this should be interesting…
“Don’t stop.” She hesitated, but continued to touch herself. “Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said. I could see her shoulders relax as her fingers worked her swollen nub.
“Right here on this table?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes what?” I asked, stroking myself.
“Yes… Sylvester. Right here on this table.”
“What else?” I growled, unable to contain my arousal. I feel as if I’m going to explode if I don’t touch her soon.
“Your mouth.” I watched as her fingers picked up pace and her breathing became rapid.
“What about it?” I moved out of my seat, down to my knees in front of her. God, her scent was glorious… I hope she tastes as good as she smells.
“I want your mouth all over my body,” she replied.
“Mmm…” I swatted her hand out of the way, replacing it with my own. My thumb worked its way over her clit and her body shot forward as if a bolt of lightning went through her. Then I leaned in close, trailing my lips over her inner thigh.
“Please… oh please,” she begged.
“Please what?” I asked, running two fingers through her slit. Damn, she’s fucking wet. I brought my fingers to my mouth tasting her. Just as sweet…
“I need you to touch me.” I inserted two fingers inside her, letting the moans fill my apartment. Then I parted her entrance, licking her inner lips all the way to her clit. “Fuck that feels so good Sylvester.” My groin ached at the sound she made saying my name. My eyes watched while my tongue and fingers worked to bring her the most pleasure I could. She was absolutely stunning. The slow thrust of her hips as I hit her G-spot, her body shooting off the table every time my tongue circled her clit… the sweet sound of my name coming from her mouth. She’s driving me crazy just by watching her.
“I’m going to cum…. Shit Sylvester right there baby, right there,” she panted. I hooked my arms around both of her thighs, continuing the sweet torture as she came apart around me. Her body went limp on the table, trembling from the aftershocks. I stood to my feet stroking my cock, so hard now that it was beginning to hurt, admiring the few. That is the most pleasure I have ever gotten from giving oral sex. Her eyes fluttered open, catching my gaze.
“That was amazing,” she whispered. I ran my hand over my beard, drenched from her juices.
“It isn’t over yet,” I said, pulling off my shirt. “Shower. Now.” A fire ignited in her eyes as she stood to her feet with shaky legs and made her way into the bathroom. The night has only just begun…
HER POV
I have never lost my sense of focus when I was with a client. My skills were always sharp and I was able to compartmentalize my thoughts and feelings. All of that seemed to go straight to shit when Sylvester touched me. His hands gripped me like I was his own and his words soothed my nerves. This was my first time showering with a man and I never thought it would be this intimate. He was blurring the lines…
I moaned as his thumbs twisted and toyed with my nipples. His lips were soft yet aggressive against my neck, licking and sucking me into submission. Water streamed down over the both of us as he pressed his body against mine… so much arousal just from his touch. It only makes me wonder how sex is going to be with him… Heaven on a silver platter.
“Your body feels incredible,” he said, nipping my ear with his teeth. Pleasure coursed through my veins as I moved my hips against him. The friction against my clit was maddening. I want him inside of me already. Of course having me for the whole weekend, he’s going to take his time. I wrapped my leg around his waist, pulling him dangerously close. His erection was right at my entrance. “Patience baby, I want to see you first,” he said, turning off the shower head. I searched his face gravely for a reaction, but he turned to open the door. He gestured for me to step out of the shower first and he followed after me. What is he doing?
When I turned to face the mirror, I froze. My hair was no longer straight, but now wet and curly. Red marks were up and down my neck as well as my shoulder blades and breast. All of my make-up was washed away, showing the black and blue mark around my eye. I gasped at the sight. So that is why he wanted to take a shower? Shit… why didn’t I wear water proof make-up? I bowed my head and reached for a towel to cover myself.
“Leave it,” he said, sternly. I caught his eye in the mirror and a chill ran up my spine. His hunter green eyes were dark and bathed me with admiration. “You’re breathtaking.” My eyes instantly dropped back to the floor as a pit grew in my stomach.
“Thank you.” My nipples hardened and I quickly crossed my arms to hide them. Since when do compliments excite you?
“Turn around and look at me.” I could feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck as I turned to face him. Sylvester stood a few inches over me like a shadow. He had quite a few tattoos scattered across his body and some scars along his torso. A line of dark hair came down his chest and around his belly button. You could tell by the veins bulging from his arms that he worked out a few times a week. The thing I couldn’t tear my eyes away from was his hands; Enormous, calloused, and strong. He took a step toward me, closing the distance between us. My breasts tingled against his hair- roughened chest. I could feel a starburst of ecstasy, starting deep inside me.
“What is your name?” I looked up into his eyes as his hand cupped my chin. “Your real name. That is all I want to know, then I am yours for the rest of the evening.” I stared at him unable to speak. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his free hand between my legs. He sure knows how to get what he wants.
“Raven,” I whispered.
“And what do you do for a living, Raven?” My heart raced as his fingers rubbed me. I arched into his touch enjoying the sensation.
“I’m a landscape painter,” I moaned. Greedily he seized my mouth with his own and I was at his mercy.
****
` The sun shined through the curtains making me squint. I shivered from the cold breeze settling in the room. When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, Sylvester stood in the doorway to the balcony, plaid pajama pants and house slippers, watching me. Most of the time I would find that creepy, but this man made me feel safe.
“Good morning,” he said, sipping from his mug. His voice was deep and raspy, causing an ache between my legs.
“Morning.”
“I didn’t know what you would like for breakfast, so I ordered a bunch of food from Postmates. Everything is set up in the kitchen.”
I yawned, brushing my hair from my face. “I’m not much of a breakfast person.” My stomach growled loudly, betraying me.
“You need to eat,” he said sternly, but hiding a smirk. “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” His dark eyes were full of desire… I could feel the moisture between my thighs. I can’t remember the last time a man really looked me in the eye the way he does.
“Okay, I’ll just go freshen up in the bathroom. Umm… is it alright for me to check my phone? I know you had the no phones rule…” He gestured toward the night stand and my phone sat face down.
“I had to take a few calls this morning, so I figured it was only fair. I set out some things for you on the sink. I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” He said, leaving the room. I took a quick glance around his bedroom, looking over his belongings. Very neat and organized… not a crumb in sight. Probably has a maid come in to do the cleaning.
I pulled myself out of bed, grabbing my phone and made my way into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet and relieved myself, feeling the ache of last night’s adventures. Damn, Sylvester was a beast in bed. I don’t even remember how many times he made me orgasm before he finally did. He must have a ton of experience with women. My phone came to life and I had fifteen missed calls. There were eight from Maxwell, three from John, and two from Ron and my sister. My sister?? I wonder why she called me. I shot Ron a quick “I’m okay” text and dialed my sister. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey Robin, what’s going on? Is mommy okay? Did I miss something?” I asked, panicked.
“Calm down, she’s fine.” I exhaled. Thank goodness. “I was just calling to talk to you.” I flushed the toilet and picked up the toothbrush that was left for me.
“About what?” I balanced the phone between my ear and shoulder before I started brushing my teeth.
“Well for starters, why your phone was off. You always answer when I call.” Yeah, that’s because you call once every month to check and see if I’m holding up my end of the bargain.
“It must have died after my shift last night.” I could hear her suck her teeth. “Anything else?”
“You know you don’t always have to be so short and clipped with me. I am your sister.”
“Anything else, Robin?” I asked again. She sighed and I could hear his voice in the background. I fucking knew it…
“I wanted to talk to you about mom. We think it’s best if she move out here closer to us since you aren’t doing too well with your payments. It will be easier if she lives with me and Lawrence.”
“What are you talking about? I’m making my payments.”
“We got a call yesterday saying that you’re two months behind. And they’re adding a late fee.” Damn! I spit the toothpaste into the sink and quickly rinsed out my mouth.
“I’m taking care of it! You can’t just move mom out to Florida. How else am I going to see her?”
“You can come and visit…”
“Oh yeah, like your douche bag of a husband is going to want me there. If he doesn’t like me visiting my nieces for the holidays, what makes you think he’s going to be okay with me visiting mom?”
“There is no need for name calling, Raven. It will be so much easier and you won’t have to worry about money.”
“Where are you getting that I’m worried about money? I’m working two jobs!” She was silent and I instantly knew who told her my business. “Did mom call you?”
“That isn’t the point. She’s worried about you and so am I….”
“Save it! You haven’t cared about me since the day you said “I do” to that asshole.” I could hear Lawrence protesting in the background. “Yeah I said it! You’re a judgmental asshole Lawrence!” Robin calmed him down as I grabbed the robe and pulled it around myself.
“That’s enough, Raven! This obviously was a bad time to call you… I’m sure you’ve been working all night. Just give me a call when you are well rested,” she replied.
“Fine.” I placed the phone down on the counter, muffling my screams with my hands. God dammit!! I hate that motherfucker!! He has gotten in between my sister and I way too much. It’s driving me crazy that she is always taking his side. I looked up at the woman staring back at me in the mirror. Bruised but finally satisfied… Such a night of fun gone to shit with one phone call… Then my stomach growled, reminding me of where I was. Sylvester was in the next room. I quickly pulled my hair back into a bun, took a deep breath and made my way to the kitchen.
He sat calmly at the kitchen island, looking through his phone. He literally went above and beyond. Pancakes, waffles, muffins, bacon, eggs, fruit, coffee, tea and orange juice. Looks like breakfast for eight people rather than two. Sylvester pulled the chair next to him out for me and I took a seat.
“Thank you, everything looks great,” I said, taking in the scent of the food. Oh man, I haven’t had waffles in years. I picked up two from the container and put them on my plate along with a scoop of strawberries and bananas.
“I guess I made a good choice then,” he said, smiling. Wow, his smile is dazzling. How did I not notice that last night? Ignore it, he’s a client…
“Yeah,” I whispered, reaching for the syrup.
“Is everything okay?” I cut into the waffle, suddenly too hungry to pay him any attention. The sweet taste took over my taste buds and a moan escaped my mouth. They’re as good as I remember.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” He placed his phone down on the table and scooped some eggs onto my plate.
“I couldn’t help but overhear you yelling in the bathroom…”
“Oh yeah, that was nothing. Just my sister and her husband.”
“Are they alright?”
“Never better,” I snapped. I shut my eyes trying to keep my temper under control… don’t ruin it with him too. I opened my eyes to see him studying my face. “Are we still doing that honesty thing?” He nodded.
“That doesn’t have to be a topic if you don’t want it to be,” he replied. I took another bite of my waffle.
“I don’t. At least not right now,” I said. He was silent as I took a few more bites of my food. Once I finished the two waffles, he placed two more on my plate.
“Robin and Raven. Your mother a bird lover?” He asked. I smiled, remembering how my mom used to take us to Central park and feed the pigeons when we were kids. It was so simple back then.
“Yes. It was a hobby of hers. Not many people would have guessed that.”
“Yeah well I’m a bit more observant than most people.” I watched his hand as he used a small piece of cardboard to line up the spilled sugar on the table. Hmmm…. Ron used to do that a lot when she first got out of rehab.
“Can you do me a favor?” He asked, breaking me away from my thoughts. I nodded. “Ask me something personal… something about my life. I enjoy talking to you,” he admitted. His eyes stared off into the distance as if he were shuffling through the pages of his life. I quickly took a few sips of OJ.
“How old are you?”
“Thirty- seven.” Wow, he does not look that old. I just thought the Charcoal gray he has going on was stress from his job.
“Mmmm… not the oldest I’ve been with,” I laughed. “My oldest client is in his late fifties.”
“Does that bother you?” I shrugged my shoulders.
“As long as he tips big, I’m okay with it.” He laughed before sipping his coffee. “What are your parents like?” His fingers drummed along his mug as he thought it over. It seemed like he was silent for longer than just a minute.
“Very successful, but unfriendly. None of my neighbors liked us growing up, especially my mother. The other women thought she was malicious and thought my father was greedy.” His eyes were dark. As if digging into his past was painful, but I sensed a bit of vulnerability. He is so strange… opening up to a complete stranger. “I don’t remember much about my childhood with them. I was always with different nannies. My father couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, so I had a new one every couple of months. Eventually my mother thought it was best for me to attend boarding school and different camps during the summer. You know… to make friends.”
“Did you?” His fingers finally stopped tapping when he caught my eye.
“Did I what?”
“Make friends?” He cleared his throat and scooped some fruit into his mouth.
“No.” There was a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I stayed to myself. I liked to draw so that kept me occupied.”
“Hmmm….” I cut another waffle, popping it into my mouth. “How about now? Do you have any friends? Any siblings?” I watched as he picked at the blueberry muffin on his plate.
“None that I trust. And I had a sister.” Whoa… dark territory.
“Had?” He continued to stare toward the balcony, refusing to bring his eyes in my direction again.
“She… she died when I was fourteen. Cancer.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s alright. It was a long time ago.” A dead silence filled the room, but it seemed like he needed it to get his mind back on track. There were so many emotions that ran across his face. He seems like someone who has never really gotten the opportunity to get to know a person. I don’t know how I would have been able to cope without my mother and sister growing up. I can see why he’s so on edge.
“Are you enjoying your breakfast?” He asked. I looked down at my fourth waffle and small pile of eggs, embarrassed at how much I’ve eaten.
“Yes I am, thank you. I was a lot hungrier than I thought.”
“You worked up quite an appetite last night, Raven.” Our eyes met again and his gaze slowly dropped to the opening of my robe. “Or would you prefer me to call you Diamond?” It didn’t even dawn on me how nice it sounded to hear someone actually say my name… not the woman I pretended to be. Holy shit… we didn’t use a condom last night either. How could I have been so stupid?
“Raven is fine. I consider you a friend,” I replied, my palms suddenly starting to sweat.
He raised a brow. “A friend? Most women would have opted for a lover.”
“Oh well, I’m not most women… and I already have enough lovers,” I joked.
“Hmm… one of them give you that black eye?” His tone became very serious. I turned bowing my head. I knew I should have brought my make-up bag. “Look at me.” My eyes shot up in his direction and I could feel myself trembling.
“What happened? And no escaping this question.” My hands itched to grab my glass of OJ so we could change the subject.
“I didn’t make my quota this week. I had other bills to pay and those were more important.”
“So he hit you?” He did way more than that. I shrugged my shoulders. “Is he your boyfriend?”
“Was,” I corrected him. “My boss too.”
“Like a pimp?” God, I hate that word. I turned to look out towards the balcony. A few birds landed on the railing, humming back and forth to each other. “Is that who was calling you last night?”
“Yes. I had another client, but after he kicked me out, I didn’t feel like dealing with his nonsense.”Shit… why did I tell him that?
“He kicked you out?” I put down my knife and fork, exhausted from his questions. He noticed my irritation and apologized.
“No need to apologize. We both said that we were going to be honest this weekend. That wound is still fresh and I’d rather not talk about it.” He nodded, tearing his gaze away from my breasts.
“Just makes my blood boil when a man puts his hands on a woman.”
“Yeah well… it’s not the first time.” His glare was harsh.
“How many times?” I shrugged my shoulders, not sure of how many times I’ve been hit by a man. You get so used to it. Sylvester grabbed his phone typing out a quick message. “What’s his name?” I swallowed nervously, afraid to say another word.
“Raven… what is his name?”
“W-W-Why? What are you going to do?”
“Don’t worry about that. Now, tell me his name.” I shifted in my chair uncomfortably. What if he comes after me? He knows too many people who could make me disappear… he’s threatened to before. Sylvester’s hand reached across the table and grabbed mine. “He’s going to be the one to get hurt in this situation. Not you. Not anymore.” My head dropped as he intertwined our fingers.
“He goes by Mad Max. He lets me call him Maxwell. I don’t know his last name,” I whispered. A knock at the door startled me and his grip on my hand tightened.
“It’s only my driver. I had him go out to get some clothes for you. I have a few events throughout the day to attend and I would love your company. Afterward, we can come back here and relax.” Sylvester brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles before excusing himself to open the door. I held my stomach urging the four waffles not to come back up. Maxwell is going to have my head for this.
Chapter Four
HER POV
The shower I took was much needed. It felt as if I were standing outside in the rain, letting the hot water scorch my skin. My mother would always complain about the temperature I used for my showers, but it relaxed me. The jets massaged my body, getting rid of all my morning aches. However, it could not ease my thoughts. What was Sylvester planning on doing with Maxwell? He doesn’t even seem like the type to be in the same neighborhood as him. I stepped out of the shower to see my phone buzzing on the sink. Ron’s name flashed on the screen.
“Hey Ron,” I said, putting her on speaker so I could wrap the towel around myself.
“Hey babe! I see you took my advice last night.” I could hear the sound of traffic in the background and she cursed at someone. “I swear! Fucking New Yorkers! Who said it was alright for us to drive?” I laughed, making my way into the bedroom. The clothes he asked his driver to get for me were laid out in neat piles on the bed. He really thinks of everything.
“Yeah, and I’m really glad that I did,” I said, picking up the purple cardigan and jeans. Man, these look pretty pricey. I searched through the clothing to find the price. He must have taken the tags off. There were even a pair of boots.
“Do I hear wedding bells?” she joked.
“Oh please, you know it takes a lot more than great sex to get my attention,” I replied. She knows the first rule is to never fall in love, no matter how amazing the guy is. And Sylvester seems pretty damn amazing, but looks can be deceiving. I picked up the Victoria Secret bra and panties and started to put them on. This man has Caviar taste.
“I hear you on that. But listen, I called you because Max did show up at the club last night.” My heart skipped a beat. Shit!
“Oh yeah?” I asked, trying not to panic. “Was he looking for me? He didn’t make a scene did he?”
“Girl, you have no idea. He approached Heaven first because he didn’t know that she was working for Dima. Then he saw me and asked if I had seen you. I told that asshole to get lost and to leave you alone,” she said. I took a seat on the bed to steady my heart as she cursed out someone else on the road.
“You didn’t Ron…”
“Yes the HELL I did! Fuck him! Nobody is going to treat you like that and not hear about it from me! But that wasn’t even the best part. He jumped in my face trying to get crazy, so I maced his ass!” Oh my god… she is really going to regret that.
“Ron,” I said, trying not to laugh. “You are crazy!”
“Damn right! A crazy ass bitch that he needs to know not to mess with! Then Dima had his security escort him out of the club.” I reached into the bag to see deodorant, perfume, and lotion at the bottom. I quickly put some on, letting everything that Ron said sink in. I’m going to have to lay low for a few days until he calms down. I remember how bad his temper was when he got robbed by his last escort. I had bruises that lasted for a week since I was the last one who had seen her.
“Damn… what time did all of this go down?”
“I’m assuming after you left because I saw him lurking through the lounge. I heard that Dima let Heaven stay with him last night when he saw how crazy Max was being. Pretty sure he was on Roids.”
“Oh boy, this is going to be bad.”
“Where are you? I didn’t see you this morning.”
“I’m still with Sylvester….”
“Ohhh, so that’s his name,” she giggled. I looked over at the door to make sure that it was closed.
“Yes, I’m staying with him for the weekend. He offered me five thousand, Ron.”
“Holy shit… he must have you doing some pretty kinky stuff.”
“Not at all. I mainly just have to be honest with him, but I feel bad. He’s buying me things,” I said, whispering the last part. I’m not used to a man being this kind to me.
“And what’s wrong with that? Sweetie, you work way too hard. Enjoy everything that this man has to offer because after tomorrow… you’ll be back to working just as hard. Hopefully not with Max.” She sure is telling the truth. Hopefully, this five thousand can keep my head above water and Robin off my back for a few months. My phone buzzed against my ear and I saw that I had a few unread messages.
“Okay Ron, I’ll let you know when I’ll be back home. Love you girl,” I said, hanging up the phone. I quickly lotioned my arms and legs before opening up my texts. A lump formed in my throat as I saw the message thread from Maxwell.
Maxwell: I thought you never let your personal life mix with business. Answer the phone. You know John hates when you’re late (received 9:30 pm)
You think this is a game?? You better answer the fucking phone! John has been at the hotel for over half an hour!! (received 10:35pm)
Where the fuck are you?? (received 11:00pm)
You just lost me a client! You are going to have to work off the money you lost me!! Fucking bitch! All this because you’re butt hurt about me kicking your ass to the curb?! You’re lucky I took pity on your sorry ass…. (received 11:45 pm)
I’m going to get you bitch! You and that slut friend of yours! (received 11:12am)
I dropped the phone on the bed as the panic started to settle in my chest. Shit… I knew this was going to happen. I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds me here. He was known to put trackers on all his girl’s phones. What’s to say he didn’t put one in mine while I was sleeping. A knock on the door broke me away from my thoughts.
“W-W-Who is it?” I asked.
“It’s Sylvester, just wondering if the clothes fit.” I looked them over, picking up the shirt.
“Give me a few minutes and you can come to see for yourself,” I said, quickly getting dressed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention and I couldn’t stop myself from shaking. I have to tell Ron…. God, she’s out there all alone.
What the hell am I going to do? I knew I should have just gone to that damn appointment. I made my way into the bathroom, over to the sink, and splashed some water on my face. Get it together and think…. I’m sure a man of Sylvester’s stature has security. He wouldn’t walk around without some kind of protection. Pepper spray? A taser… maybe even a gun. I looked at myself in the mirror… guilt and fear taking over me. I look just like that fifteen-year-old girl who used to hide in her closet whenever mom got into it with one of her boyfriends. Pupils dilated, palms sweating, and always hiding until it was over. Then I would have to help her clean herself up. I thought I outgrew that broken little girl….
“Hey… are you okay?” I jumped, placing my hand over my chest. Sylvester stood in the doorway, calm yet alert. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s alright, I was just….” I quickly splashed some water on my face before patting it dry with a rag. “I just wish I had my make- up to hide this,” I lied. I looked up to find him watching me. Even I wouldn’t believe that. He exhaled, tension melting away from his face as he smirked.
“You look beautiful without it, but if you’d like we can stop at a store on our way out and pick up some.”
“I would appreciate that.” We fell silent, almost as if we both needed it to get our heads back in the game. I can’t let Maxwell ruin this for me. This weekend is about enjoyment and earning that five thousand dollars. I just have to tell Ron to watch her back.
Our breathing fell in sync as we took in each other’s appearances. Damn, he looks good in jeans. I gripped the sink to contain my urge to rip off every article of clothing he had on.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.” I turned back toward the sink, looking through the pouch he left for me this morning. I spotted a tube of lip gloss and applied it to my lips.
“Feel free to say no… but is it alright if I… kiss you?” My breath caught in my throat and the lip gloss slipped from my fingers, landing in the sink. I watched as it swirled around the bottom to hide my surprise. He is definitely different from all the rest of my clients. I can barely function when he’s in the room.
“We kissed last night….” I said, turning to face him.
“Not the way I wanted to.” He gripped the top of the door and his shirt lifted a little, showing off his V- line, and tattoos. “It was quick and unvarnished. You have very full luscious lips and I haven’t been able to get them off my mind all night.” I looked down speechless at the bulge in his jeans. “Like I said, feel free to say no…”
“I want to,” I almost shouted. “I’ve… I’ve never had anyone ask me before.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“That’s unfortunate,” he said, walking further into the bathroom. I placed the cap back on the lip gloss before turning in his direction. My heart pounded as we both took another step, closing the distance between us. His cologne smelled as good as he looked.
“You smell amazing,” I whispered. He placed a hand on my hip, pulling me into his chest.
“Thank you, it’s Dior Sauvage.” He cupped my chin, pulling me swiftly into a kiss. I felt a surge of pleasure as his mouth opened over mine. My hands grabbed hold of his arms to keep steady. The kiss was warm, soft, and inviting… almost as if he genuinely cared. Then with a lazy, sensuous movement, his tongue entered my mouth. His hand gripped my behind while the other tangled in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss. I stood on my tip toes trying to get closer to him, but I knew it was impossible. God, it’s as if I can’t get enough of this man, but his overall presence was so overwhelming. A client has never made me feel like this… ever. I’m not sure if it is a good or bad thing.
A moan escaped me as he sucked my tongue into his own mouth. Holy fuck, that was hot. I pushed his back against the wall, throwing my arms around his neck. My body was responding faster than I could comprehend what was happening. I thrust my hips forward against his erection, making him groan. Then his hands swept down my thighs, squeezing them as he lifted me off the ground, pinning the both of us to the wall. My nipples ached to get free and I knew he sensed it. His thumb brushed over it and I arched into his touch.
“I love how responsive your body is,” he said, biting my bottom lip. A knock on the door made him come to a halt. I could hear his driver say that he was ready, but he never stepped into the room. Sylvester pulled away and looked at me, craving apparent in his stare. “We better get going. Lord knows if we keep this up… we’ll never make it out of this bathroom.” He placed a lingering kiss on my lips, lightly nipping as he pulled away before placing me back down on the floor. I watched as he exited the bathroom, before grabbing the sink for support. Damn….
***
I never realized how fascinating the life of an architect could be. Sylvester had been traveling for the last five years of his life. Just designing and building with his father’s company. It was luxurious, but definitely the life of a lonely man. Throughout the limo ride, he was back and forth between emails and explaining his next upcoming projects. When did he ever have time to rest? No wonder he’s paying for the entire weekend. He decided to stop at an art show that a friend of his was having. Apparently, he got in a heap load of trouble for missing his meeting this morning, so I had to tag along with him to a few of his events today. I’m so happy Sylvester snagged me these clothes because I would have been a major outcast around his colleagues. As we pulled up to the museum, I couldn’t help but feel like I’ve been here before. It looks like the same place my mom took Robin and I when we were girls.
I watched as he walked around engaging in conversations with his colleagues, gesturing toward walls and windows, and even taking calls in between. The women were practically drooling as he spoke and I can see why. Sylvester was so charismatic and he pulled you in every time he spoke. You can see the passion behind his eyes. I could also feel the tension from them whenever they spotted me, trailing behind him. I’m lucky we stopped to get that make-up on the way here.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I jumped as his fingertips brushed the back of my neck. I looked up to find him staring down at me. “You’ve been very quiet.”
“Just mesmerized. This is all so beautiful. I couldn’t imagine my art-making it on one of these walls.” He passed me a glass of punch before picking up some cheese and crackers from the passing tray. The waiter gave him a plate, along with a few finger sandwiches.
“I’m sure your art is worthy enough. Have you sent any of it around or had a show recently?”
“That usually requires me to be out and about. Working the nightlife limits my chances,” I said, taking a sip of my punch. He stopped walking, making me bump into him. Then he turned around and held out his hand. “What?”
“Your phone, please. I know you have some pictures,” he said, with a smirk. I laughed, slipping my hand into my back pocket to pull it out. He waited patiently as I scrolled through my photos to find my favorite one. I landed on the scenery that stuck in my head for weeks when I went down to Exuma for a week. That particular client had a stalker-ex who tried to attack him anytime he was with another woman, which required us to go out of the country. I was so amazed at how blue the water was that day… I even had to use a mix of cobalt and lapis just to get the right color.
“This is my favorite,” I said, passing him the phone. His eyes showed no emotion as he looked over the picture and it made my stomach turn. I don’t show off my work as much as I should and this is the reason why. I never know how people will like it. He looked up from my phone and his eyes scanned the room. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” I asked, nervously.
“Just looking for the right wall for this to hang on,” he said, with a smirk. I exhaled, giving his arm a shove. “You’re good, Raven. When did you paint this?”
“About a year and a half ago,” I said, grabbing one of the sandwiches from his plate. I examined it before taking a bite.
“Has anyone seen this besides me?”
“My mother.” He raised a brow. “I don’t get out much. It’s not like I can whip it out while I’m entertaining a client.”
“Interesting conversation starter,” he said, laughing. I joined in until a man came to stand with us. It was Evan Stallins. The Art Executive that I sent my application to. I tried to contain my amazement by sipping some punch. Holy shit… I can’t believe he is actually standing right here. They both turned to face me and a lump formed in my throat. Oh, voice please don’t fail me now….
“…This is the woman I was telling you about over the phone.” What? Did he talk about me? “This is Raven, a dear friend of mine. Raven, this is….”
“Oh, believe me I most definitely know who you are, Mr. Stallins. It is a pleasure to meet you,” I said, trying to calm my nerves. His eyes flew open and he grinned ear to ear.
“Well, it is very nice to meet you too. I hope you are enjoying the show.”
“Absolutely! I’ve always loved coming to this museum. My mother used to bring me and my sister here when we were kids. I love what you’ve done with the place.”
“Thank Sylvester for that. Charette Design has been a great help. We’re even thinking of branching out to Boston. He has an incredible blueprint that I saw yesterday. I’m even looking for some fresh new artist to help me out.” Talk about an opportunity landing in your lap.
“Funny that you mentioned that, Raven here is a landscape painter,” Sylvester said. My mouth went dry and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.
“Are you?” Mr. Stallins asked. I nodded before sipping my drink. Don’t clam up now…. “You know something? My assistant was just telling me about a few applications she was going through for someone to take her place. You wouldn’t happen to be Raven Briggs?” Sylvester’s eyes shimmered as a grin slowly spread across his face.
“I am.”
“What a way to get an interview with a potential boss,” he laughed. “Well please, I’d love to see your work before I have to head back into the crowd,” he said, crossing his arms. Sylvester’s phone began to ring so he excused himself. My palms were drenched in sweat as I scrolled through my phone explaining the pictures to Mr. Stallins. I had to quickly bypass the costumes my manager would send me for my performances down at HP. That’s the last thing I want this man to know about me.
“I’m impressed, Ms. Briggs. These are very good.” A few of his colleagues shouted for him to join them. “Although I do have to cut this short, I am looking forward to our interview this week. Keep up the good work and please make sure to bring a portfolio with you. I get migraines looking at small screens,” he replied, with a smile.
“Oh, I will. It was great speaking with you,” I said, as he walked away. I was finally able to take a deep breath once he was out of sight. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. I did it… I talked to Mr. Stallins and made a great impression. Quickly scanning the room, I was finally aware that Sylvester had walked away from us mid-conversation. Where did he go? Then I spotted him outside the front entrance, still on the phone. Mouth moving quickly and worry lines all over his face. Will this man ever get a chance to rest?
“Well, Hello there.” I spun around to see three women standing before me, each with a drink in hand. “We haven’t seen you around here before,” the brunette in the middle said, pursing her lips.
“What’s your name?” The tall blonde asked. She looked as if she just stepped off the runway.
“And how do you know Sylvester?” The final woman asked. Her eyes were shooting daggers in my direction. I swallowed, my throat suddenly going dry.
“Hello, I’m…” Real name or stage name? These could be potential colleagues. Better to be on the safe side about this.“Raven Briggs. I’m a friend of Sylvester’s…”
“Sylvester doesn’t have any friends,” the woman snapped. I gave her a quick once over and smirked. Must have been someone he wasn’t interested in.
“We go way back,” I replied.
“We saw you talking with Mr. Stallins. Are you interested in working here? Or are you in advertisement?” The first girl asked. I can’t tell if she is genuinely interested or if she’s trying to play me for a fool.
“I guess a little bit of everything,” I giggled. The three women eyed me from head to toe. Geez, I haven’t been judged this much since my first performance at HP. And those girls ended up cornering me in the parking lot. Let’s hope history doesn’t repeat itself tonight. “If you ladies will excuse me, I need to find Sylvester. I will let him know that you asked about him sweetheart,” I said, turning my gaze to the third girl. Her mouth fell open and I turned to walk away. Once at the entrance, Sylvester quickly wrapped up his call and rubbed a hand over his face.
“You look wiped out,” I whispered.
“I feel like it,” he sighed. The seriousness in his eyes didn’t help either.
“Everything okay?”
“Nothing I can’t handle. It’s just happening a lot faster than I thought it would,” he replied. Then his gaze softened. “How did it go with Evan?”
“Great, I really think I’m going to kill that interview. Thank you so much for that.”
“Not a problem. I know talent when I see it. Did you get a chance to introduce yourself to anyone else?”
“Oh yes,” I said, standing next to him so we could look back through the doors. “Those three lovely women by the dessert table.” He laughed as he squinted through the crowd.
“Ahh, the gossip girls. They didn’t give you any trouble, did they?”
“Only the one in the gray pencil skirt. The other two, I’m not sure if they were being genuine.”
“Well, I can tell you for sure that they were. The brunette is my receptionist Kim. The blonde is my father’s secretary. They’re very hard working, but know everything that is going on in the office. As for gray pencil skirt,” he said, chuckling. “I can’t help you there. She was my last encounter. Downing half a bottle of Tequila will get you in big trouble.” I laughed and so did he. I knew I smelled a bitter one-night stand.
“How long ago?”
“Three months. I had been so buried in work and one night she offered to help me. We went for drinks afterwards and I can’t tell you the rest because I barely remember.”
“Mmmm… do you remember if you used protection or not?” He raised his brow, but stayed quiet until the two people behind us went back inside.
“I don’t, but she says that we did. I got tested just to be safe,” he said, brushing a loose curl behind my ear.
“And before that? Do you make it a habit to use them or do you prefer not to?” He went to say something, but his phone began to ring. A curse escaped his lips when he read the caller ID.
“Can you give me a minute? This won’t take long,” he sighed.
“Okay, I’m going to run to the lady’s room,” I replied, but he was already down the stairs and up the walkway. I hope I wasn’t being too aggressive with my questions. It has been on my mind all morning how careless I was last night. I never let that slip my mind even when I’ve had a few drinks. So how is it that I missed it with him? I made my way into the bathroom, which was just as architecturally done as the rest of the museum. Sylvester really knows his stuff. I closed the bathroom stall behind me as soon as a group of women came into the restroom.
“Did you see her laughing with him?”
“Janet, will you give it up. Sylvester has gone back into his hole. He’s the groundhog of Charette Design. I’m surprised he even showed up with someone.”
“Ugh, don’t even. And had the nerve to call me sweetheart. She’s lucky I didn’t give her a piece of my mind.” Oh shit, they’re talking about me.
“What would you have even said? You and Sylvester aren’t in a relationship.” I peeked through the crack in the stall and saw the same three women from earlier.
“I don’t know, but I would have told her that she doesn’t belong in our world. She looks like someone he picked up from the street corner. I bet you both a thousand dollars he bought her those clothes,” she said. “That top alone is over two hundred dollars. I doubt she even knows who Dolce & Gabbana are.” I felt a twinge in my stomach as I looked down at my outfit.
“And if he did, then that is their business….”
“Oh Kim, you’re only defending him because he’s your boss. You too, Maggie. Admit it! She sticks out like a sore thumb. She’s probably his next charity case,” she giggled. “If you ask me, someone should have swept the trash out before it even stepped foot in the building.” My blood felt as if it were on fire. How dare she think that she is better than me. I pushed the stall door open and stood right in the middle of the restroom.
“Here’s your opportunity.” When the three women turned, their faces paled. I crossed my arms over my chest. Kim went to speak, but I put up my hand for her to stay silent. “I’m waiting,” I said, glaring at Janet.
“That’s eavesdropping you know,” she said, trying to avoid the situation. I laughed.
“All bark no bite huh?” I said, walking over to the sink.
“Excuse me?” I turned on the faucet and rinsed my hands.
“You know what? I’m not even going to waste my time on you. But I will say this, I am no one’s charity case. I’m here because Sylvester wanted me here, sweetie. And you having this job does not make you better than me. I know who I am and I am proud of it.” The redness in her cheeks showed that I had made my point. “You ladies have a good evening,” I said, with a fake smile.
HIS POV
A pounding was starting to set within my temples as my mother screamed into the phone. I think this is bringing her happiness to annoy the hell out of me. I plastered a rehearsed smile on my face as a few people walked past me. I’m sure they could hear her booming voice.
“Are you listening to me?”
“How can I not be?” I snapped. There was silence on the other end. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“You have come too far to screw things up now, Sylvester. The Austens are very important clients…”
“I know, mother. I am having dinner with them tomorrow night. Everything is under control.” She was silent again and I could hear my father in the background.
“Your father is putting a lot of faith in you. So am I. When was the last time you spoke with Dr. Phillips?”
“Last week,” I lied. I haven’t talked to my therapist in weeks. Once things picked up at work, I didn’t have the time to go for sessions. As far as I know, Kim reschedules all of our meetings.
“Are you having any urges?” Every damn day…
“No.”
“If you are, then you need to say something. We don’t want you to relapse.”
“Mother, I am fine. Trust me. This morning was just a hiccup.” I heard my father say something smart and I rolled my eyes. Typical of him to think so low of me. “I’m at an event right now and your calls are taking me away from potential clients.”
“Alright. Remember… Monday morning.”
“Got it,” I replied, before hanging up the phone. I rolled my shoulders back, finally aware of the tension within them. This job is literally going to be the death of me. If not my job, then my parents will. I greeted a few of the guest making their way into the museum when my phone rang again. For fucks sake!! I miss one meeting and my phone won’t stop ringing.
“Hello?” I said, not looking at the screen to see who it was.
“I guess the tenth time is the charm huh?” John shouted. I’m going to need three aspirin and some Scotch by the end of the day. I looked at my watch and saw that it wasn’t even four in the afternoon. “Where the fuck have you been? No call or text this morning!”
“I had Kim reach out to you to let you know that I wasn’t feeling well this morning. She said you confirmed her message.”
“That’s not the point Sylvester! You left me high and dry! Do you know they wouldn’t even talk business without you being there!” He shouted.
“John, please stop shouting. I’ve already gotten the same speech from my father and mother. I don’t need the same from you.” I cleared my throat. “Now, I’m sorry about this morning…”
“The problem is that you don’t take this job seriously!! I have been in this business for fifteen years standing by your father’s side!! I can’t believe he’s going to let you run his company. Pshh… a recovered crackhead running a business.” My grip tightened around my phone and I slowly counted to ten in my head. That was a low blow.
“I understand that you’re upset, but there is no need to bring up the past. We’re business partners and we need to work together on this,” I said, trying to keep my temper at bay. The fucking nerve of this guy. You don’t hear me calling him out about all the times I had to cover for him, when he was out cheating on his wife. Or when he was too fucked up from the night before to attend meetings. God, I want to say something and put him in his place. The old Sylvester would have…. What I wouldn’t give to bring him back just for a few minutes. My phone buzzed against my ear and I saw the text from my driver.
Greg: It has been handled. (Received 3:43pm)
Relief filled my chest… one less problem to worry about. I listened as John went on and on about how horrible his night was. Something about people constantly canceling on him and he was fed up.
“Look, we can figure all of this out later. I really have to go.”
“Alright. You better not leave me hanging again…” I hung up before he could finish his statement. God, the day has become so exhausting… And all from missing one meeting. I made my way back into the museum, in need of something to drink. Something strong.
Each person I passed, suddenly looked the same. I couldn’t differentiate them. My chest tightened and my stomach was in knots. That old feeling was starting to hit me harder now more than ever. The dull ache… the need to get out of my own head. The pounding in my temples was too loud to ignore. I need to get the hell out of here.
I jumped when I felt a hand wrap around my arm. Raven held my arm to steady herself, since I almost knocked her over. We didn’t speak at first. Her eyes had changed… a mix between sadness and anger. Then I felt her hand slip down from my arm to grab my own. I intertwined my fingers with hers and I exhaled.
“Sorry, that was a business call.”
“And it upset you?” I went to speak, but fell silent. The warmth from her hand was bringing me comfort. It felt as if we were in our own bubble rather than in a room full of people. She really has a way of sucking me in.
“Family businesses are tough. Especially when your past mistakes keeps getting thrown in your face.”
“Mmmm.” She took a step closer and I could feel her hair brush against my neck.
“Hello Sylvester.” I turned to see Kim and Maggie waving in my direction. Janet trailed behind them, not looking my way.
“Hello girls, hope you’re enjoying yourselves.” The two nodded. Janet however, wasn’t looking at me. She was looking at Raven with a blazing glare. Then the three women disappeared into the crowd. Jealousy does not look good on her.
“I’m assuming your trip to the lady’s room was eventful.”
“When was the last time you relaxed?” She asked, ignoring my statement. I raised a brow. “You know, let your hair down. Wiggled your toes in the sand,” she asked, with a smirk.
“Last night to be honest. I like to keep busy.”
“Okay. How about we get a burger.”
“A burger?” I asked, amused.
“Yes, and I’m not talking about the one you eat with a knife and fork. I’m talking about an unbuckle your belt and get ready for the grease to drip down your elbows type of burger.” I laughed out loud. Where in the hell has she been eating all her life?
“I’m not sure I had one of those experiences before.” She grinned and tugged me toward the front door of the museum.
“It’s your lucky day then… and I know the perfect spot.”
I texted my driver to meet us around front with the limo. Once inside, she gave me the address and we were on our way. Raven told me about the encounter she had in the restroom and I’m honestly not surprised with Janet’s behavior. Ever since we had sex, she has been a real pain in my ass. Constantly emailing and texting me if I don’t get back to her fast enough, harassing Kim about if I’ve been seeing anyone. She’s the typical mean girl at the office. I’m glad Raven stood up for herself. We pulled up to a decently packed place called Five Guys and made our way inside. As we waited on line, our conversation from earlier popped back into my head.
“So, you were asking me about protection,” I said. A tint of red appeared in her cheeks and I smirked. She bit her bottom lip and it sent flashbacks of our kiss this morning rushing through my mind.
“We didn’t use a condom last night.”
“Oh…”
“Doesn’t that bother you? Knowing what I do for a living.” A look of guilt crossed her face, knocking the air from my lungs.
“Should it?”
“Well yeah…” I nodded my head in agreement.
“I feel like you have more reason to be afraid of me than the other way around.” She gave me a confused look. “Your profile says that you always use condoms… the word always being in capital letters,” I chuckled. Her expression lifted a bit. “If it’s worrying you, then I can definitely let you know that my last test results came back clean.” Her eyes closed and she exhaled, mouthing the words ‘Thank God.’
“I’ll make sure to use them from this point on,” I replied. Just as we were about to order I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around, Edward smiled with a tray of food in hand. As if I need another thing to stress about today…
“Hey Sylvester, I didn’t know you liked eating burgers. Kim always orders you so much sushi, I thought you were a pescatarian,” he laughed. I joined in until I realized he was waiting to be introduced.
“Oh, Edward this is my friend Raven,” I said. He leaned forward to shake her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you,” she replied.
“Likewise. Sylvester, is it possible that I can talk to you for a few minutes outside?” His tone gave me goosebumps. I turned back to Raven with an apologetic look.
“Go ahead, I already know what to get you,” she smiled. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and followed Edward over to his table to drop off his food to a woman. She smiled up at us and I watched as he made a few gestures toward me, then back toward her. After he told me that she was his sister, we went outside.
“I didn’t know you knew sign language.”
“Oh yeah, I had to learn a few years ago when my sister started to lose her hearing. As you can see, I’m not very good at it.”
“You know more than I do. That can be very valuable to the company.”
“Yeah… that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, pacing back and forth. His frigidness was starting to make me nervous. “I-I-I’m not really sure where to start.”
“You can start by standing still,” I joked. “You’re making me dizzy.”
“Sorry Sylvester. I just want to start off by saying that I love working for Charette Design. It has been a dream of mine to be an architect ever since I was a kid. I’ve looked up to you and have tried to follow in your footsteps since before you hired me….” Wow, I didn’t know that he felt that way. He was always so up under John. I probably would have known that if I didn’t keep sending him in John’s direction.
“…So that’s why this is kind of difficult since I’ve been working underneath John all these years.”
“What is?” I asked.
“John is trying to take your place.”
“What?” I asked, laughing. His expression was hard as a rock and he was serious.
“I’ve known for the last few weeks. At first, I just thought he was helping you out when it came to rearranging meetings and doing them on his own. But then he had me go through the files of old clients that you personally worked on together. I was told to contact them and only use his name. He’s been having secret meetings with your father. This morning, he was trying to convince the Austens to go on without you, but they wouldn’t budge. I took pictures in case you don’t believe me,” he said, pulling out his phone. I placed my hand over it and told him it wasn’t necessary.
“Thank you for letting me know all of this Edward. I have a lot to consider.”
“I bet, especially since he’s worked for your father for so long.”
“Between you and me, my father doesn’t even like him that much. That’s why he asked me to run the company.” His eyes blew up to the size of golf balls.
“I knew it! That’s why you were so out of it yesterday. Congratulations,” he said, squeezing my shoulder.
“Thanks man. And thank you for telling me. I know that wasn’t easy to do.”
“Hey, I’d rather work for an honest man than work for a snake.” He went to go back inside, but I called out to him.
“Why don’t you come with me to the meeting with the Austens’ tomorrow night. I would appreciate your help.” He happily agreed and we went back inside. I spotted Raven in the corner with a tray of food.
“Hey there,” she whispered. I took a seat in front of her, grabbing the first drink I saw.
“This Scotch?” She laughed.
“You’ll have to settle for a Root beer float.” I took a long sip, enjoying the bittersweet taste.
“So, this is what the kids are drinking these days? Liquid candy?” She continued to laugh before popping a fry into her mouth.
“I can’t help that I have a sweet tooth.” I looked down at the burger wrapped in foil and could literally see the grease staining the tray. “Hungry?” Her eyebrows shot up with amusement.
“I’m not sure. Is it safe?” I joked. This looks like a stomachache waiting to happen.
“Of course, it is,” she said, reaching over the table to unwrap it for me. “It’s a double cheese burger. I didn’t go crazy for yours because I wasn’t sure what you liked.” I looked down at the double patty, still unsure if I wanted to take the risk.
“What did you get on yours?” Her burger looked twice as heavy as mine did.
“The works baby.” I tilted my head. “Mayo, lettuce, tomato, pickles, mushrooms, bacon, ketchup, and mustard.” I watched as she lifted the burger and took a huge chunk out of it. I love a woman with an appetite.
“Hmm… okay.” I picked up my burger and did the same. It wasn’t half as greasy as it looked.
“Good?” She asked. I nodded as her phone started to ring. She jumped in her seat a bit, making me laugh. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” I replied, wiping my mouth with a napkin. She brought the phone to her ear as she grabbed a handful of fries.
“What’s up Ron?... What? When?” I watched the worry lines on her face as she placed the fries back on the tray. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her fingers drummed along the table. “Well, what did they find on him?... I didn’t know he did that…. No, I never knew where he hid anything. I wasn’t allowed in his office… That’s insane,” she said, as she finally brought her eyes to meet mine. I could see the tears swelling within them, but she refused to let them fall. She must have just found out about that dirt bag. The bastard got what he deserved…
I took a few more bites of my burger as she wrapped up her call with her friend. She was silent, placing the phone down in between us. The expression on her face was blank and I had the sudden urge to hold her.
“Everything okay?”
“H-H-How did you do it?” She asked, accusation present in her eyes.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” I took another sip of the root beer float.
“You asked for honesty and I expect the same.” Her tone made me sit up straight in my chair. “Maxwell just got arrested. For possession of drugs and a deadly weapon. Steroids, weed, ecstasy… you name it and they found it. How did you do it and why?” A tear finally fell from her eyes.
“I told you he wasn’t going to hurt you anymore. That is all you need to know and that is all I’m telling you.” I watched as her head fell to her chest. Her shoulders began to shake and her shirt was stained by her tears. Then before I could move next to her, she jumped up and ran out the door. I threw out the food before making my way out into the cool night air. The bright lights and jam-packed streets of New York always put me on edge. A city that never sleeps or rest. Story of my life.
I looked around to see that she made her way to the bench at the end of the street. Her knees were pulled to her chest as she rested her head. I took a seat next to her, swinging my arm around her shoulder.
“I don’t understand. Are you trying to take his place? Trying to find a new way of making money? What is it?” She asked, with mascara-stained cheeks.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. Does she seriously think that I’m trying to take the place of her pimp?
“You got me a meeting with Evan Stallins. You put my abusive ex-boyfriend in jail. Why are you being so kind to me?” Her question almost hurt. Why should there be an explanation behind helping someone? I just want to show her that there are still good and helpful people out there. Just like she has been helping me. God knows what I would’ve done if she didn’t agree to be with me this weekend. If anything, she’s saving me. I used the back of my sleeve to wipe her cheek.
“Because I want to,” I replied. She placed her head on my shoulder and we sat in silence, listening to the symphony that is New York.
“You’re a strange man,” she finally said.
“So, they tell me,” I laughed.
Chapter Five
HIS POV
The day was beginning to way my body down, but her company kept me from calling it quits. I’m not sure how I can feel closer to someone I’ve known for less than 24 hours then to my own friends and family. Her presence grounds me and she keeps my mind busy, but not in the way that I always try to do. We’ve managed to stray away from topics that trigger anxiety and she’s being so patient with me. Most women would have been annoyed with the amount of work I do on a day-to-day basis and I know it’s only going to escalate once I begin training. She stays quiet and lets me do my thing. Grabbing my hand occasionally to bring down my nerves. Quick glances, giggles, and smirks that make me want to do things that’ll have her screaming my name all night long.
I watched her closely as she walked over to the balcony, looking up at the moon. My eyes roamed over her body, stirring a hunger deep inside me. The way her jeans accentuated her behind, made my mind go on a journey. I can think of eight different ways to peel her out of those jeans. Her shoulders relaxed and she looked a lot calmer than before. Candle light always has a way of making one’s skin glow. Her skin… was absolutely flawless. A deep rich milk chocolate that had my mouth watering. She turned to face me, gesturing for me to join her. When I stepped in front of her, she stood on her tip toes and kissed my neck.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” The color of her eyes turned to a warm honey and all the worries of the day washed away.
“Everything.” I could feel her hands fumbling around with my belt. I closed my eyes enjoying the feel of her lips on my neck. Then I slowly pulled down her cardigan, kissing both of her shoulders and nipping with my teeth. Her head tilted back as a moan escaped her mouth. Her skin was hot and shivers ran through her from each kiss. I was thrilled when she grabbed my face, placing her lips against mine. She’s always so eager… the touch of her lips was a delicious sensation that went straight to my groin. She moaned into my mouth as my tongue traced her bottom lip.
My hands grabbed the ends of her shirt, quickly tugging it over her head. I let my fingers run down the length of her arms, enjoying the feel of her skin. It was as soft as silk. She went to pull my shirt up, but stopped when my cellphone rang. I sighed and couldn’t hide my disappointment. My God, is it ever going to end? I pulled it out of my pocket and went to check who it was, when she caught my chin, making me look at her.
“Don’t answer it.” Her eyes were dark and smoldering, making my pulse pick up pace. Then she leaned forward recapturing my lips. My body relaxed under her slow, drugging kiss and I tossed my phone across the room, not caring where it landed. Every nerve in my body came to life as her hands worked over my erection. God, did it feel good… I let my thumbs trace over her nipples poking through the soft fabric of her bra. A shockwave surged through me as her body responded to my touch. Holy shit, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of that…
“Take this off,” I said, snapping her bra strap. She whimpered, never taking her lips away from mine. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. I grabbed both of her breast, giving them a light squeeze, before pushing her back on the bed. The look in her eyes screamed ‘Fuck me now’ and I couldn’t wait to do just that. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as I climbed into bed with her. I kissed along her neck, down her chest, and nipped her skin as I went along. Man, I have never tasted a sweeter woman. I could do this all night.
“God… you’re making me crazy, Sylvester,” she said, clasping her thighs around my waist.
“That’s the point,” I replied, unhooking one of her thighs. I kissed along her skin, enjoying each wave that shot through her body. Then I placed a kiss right between her legs, pulling the lace thong with my teeth. “Always so wet and ready for me.” I slipped my hand into her panties, letting my fingers circle her clit.
“Shit… that feels so good,” she moaned. Her fist tightened around the bed sheets and I could see her shaking. My cock was rock hard just from the look on her face. Eyes shut and the point of her tongue slowly moistened her lips. She’s absolutely ravishing.
“Does it?” I pushed my jeans down with my free hand, before stroking myself. Her moans were like music that I suddenly needed to hear. The sound of her being completely pleasured was the most beautiful thing. In one swift motion, I ripped off her panties, tossing them to the floor.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” Raven opened her legs and what a glorious sight it was. I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the sweet heat of her on my tip. Fuck… I’ve been waiting for this. I pushed all the way in and watched as her back shot off the bed, letting the moan erupt through her. I grabbed both of her thighs, trying to bury myself deep within her. The feel of her clenching around my cock practically made me dizzy. Fuck, she is going to have a serious hold over me after our deal is finished. I held myself still and then slowly pulled back out, aware that I forgot the condom. Again. Shit…. Then I felt her thrust forward for me to continue.
“Do you like when I fuck you slow baby?” I asked, pushing back into her. She fell back onto the bed, her moans consuming the room.
“Oh God yes, please don’t stop Sylvester…” My cock throbbed at the sound of her voice.
“Say my name again, sweetheart.” I thrust back into her, picking up pace as she cried out my name. I grabbed both of her arms, placing them over her head and kissed her. My tongue ravaged the sweetness of her mouth and it felt as if I was going to burst. Never in my life have I enjoyed kissing someone this much. What is she doing to me?
“I’m going to cum, Sylvester,” she panted. I quickly pulled out of her and sexual frustration was evident on her face.
“Not yet. On your knees. I want you to taste how sweet you are.” I demanded. I stroked my cock, wet from her juices, as she struggled to get to her knees. Raven took me in her hands, not taking her eyes off me and slowly took me into her mouth. I growled as I hit the back of her throat. Fuck, her mouth is just as tight and wet as her pussy. I gripped the back of her head, guiding her up and down my cock. My toes were beginning to curl she was so damn good. Unable to contain myself any longer, I lifted her off the floor, wrapping her arms around my neck, and placed her up against the wall. The moonlight made her sweat look like diamonds running down her skin.
“Oh God! Yes! Just like that! Harder! Oh fuck!” She yelled. I showered kisses around her lips and along her jaw as she came apart around me. I hit the wall before clutching tightly as my release came in waves. Holy shit… that was even better than the first time. Raven clung to me, her head resting on my shoulder as our breathing fell in sync. I could feel her clench from the aftershocks.
“That…” We said, in unison and then began to laugh softly. Was incredible….
“Sorry,” I whispered. She lifted her head and her exhausted eyes smiled at me.
“For what?” Her voice was as sweet as honey. I’m going to have a real hard time letting her go…
“I kind of lost control… and I forgot the condom.” She leaned forward and her kiss was slow and thoughtful.
“It’s alright…. For both things. I’m just happy that you cared enough to remember.” She placed her head back on my shoulder. I walked her over to the bed and placed her down. Then I pulled the covers over her, joining her on the opposite side. When I laid on my pillow, the strain of the day hit me hard. I could feel her warmth and I let it take over me before I drifted away.
***
I was startled awake by a loud thud. What the hell was that? I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes trying to get them to focus. I can’t remember the last time I fell that deep into sleep. It’s been so long. The rain outside was pounding against the balcony door, when I noticed Raven was not in bed. A light peeked through the cracked door and I could hear someone shuffling around. I quickly glanced at the clock as I picked up my boxers from the floor. When I opened the door, Raven was at my stove, with quite a few pots and pans. She hummed a song and swayed her hips. My shirt just barely reached her knees. Her curls bounced all around her and I couldn’t help, but stare. I don’t think I ever had the privilege of having a woman actually cook in my kitchen. My last girlfriend told me that cooking was beneath her, so I had to hire a chef.
I walked over to the kitchen island, totally invested in her dancing. This must be one of her routines. I could feel myself rising underneath my boxers as she bent over, showing off the pink lace thong I purchased. Could have sworn I ripped those… When she finally noticed me, she dropped her spatula. My eyes roamed over the button down, she picked from my closet. Her breasts were peeking out from behind the two undone buttons.
“Can’t sleep?” I smirked.
“No, I’m usually working at HP around this time.”
“Mhmm… we can fix that.”
“How so?” She giggled.
“You still owe me a dance you know. Keep going,” I said, crossing my hands over my chest.
“I’m cooking.” She looked at me with a smile of blindingly radiant lust.
“I noticed. A little late for that don’t you think?” I made my way over to her, grabbing her behind with both hands. Raven let out a shaky breath as I kissed the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat.
“Y-Y-Yeah well, I didn’t have much for dinner so I think it’s acceptable,” she moaned. I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulling her back against my erection and she gasped. “Although I’m not that hungry for food now.” She quickly turned around placing her lips against mine. I moved us away from the flame on the stove over to the kitchen island. My tongue moved into her mouth with urgent passion, as her hands got familiar with my body. When her fingertips touched my scar, I froze. Our eyes met and I could see a slight flicker of uncertainty behind them.
“I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” I whispered. I sighed, taking two steps away from her to get my thoughts under control.
“I wasn’t sure if it was something you wanted to talk about.” I picked up the spatula and passed it back to her.
“Might as well on a full stomach,” I replied. I watched as she finished making herself bacon and eggs, before joining her at the kitchen island. I poured the both of us a glass of wine. I brought the glass to my lips with shaking hands.
“I never got around to telling anyone about my life back in Boston before I became an architect. If I’m being honest, I’m glad you’re the first.” She smiled with a mouth full of food, making me laugh. “My sister’s death took a bigger toll on me than I let on to my parents. They figured if they kept me busy, then it wouldn’t hurt as much… or I wouldn’t have time to think about it. Her name was Savannah and she had blue- green eyes and a crazy sense of humor. Even though there was a seven-year difference between us, she was my best friend. When she died… I-I felt really numb you know?” She nodded her head in agreement.
“While in high school, I did the simple things to help me feel something other than the numbness. Weed, alcohol, and some melatonin because I had trouble sleeping. As I got older, I got into the more hardcore stuff. Coke was my go-to and since my parents were loaded, I didn’t have trouble getting my hands on it. That is until I dropped out of college and they cut me off financially. Those two years were a bit of a blur… probably even three. It got really bad with the guy I was staying with. I was his supplier and once I used up all my savings, I didn’t have enough for the both of us. Sadly, I don’t even remember his name. We went out one night and I got pretty fucked up. A few guys offered us some blow, so we went along with them. It didn’t dawn on me that I was wearing a Rolex my father gave me until they were trying to snatch it off my wrist. The last thing I remember was two sharp pains and a blow to the back of the head,” I said, pointing at my scars. Raven reached forward, letting her fingers lightly touch them.
“They stabbed you?” I nodded. “How old were you?”
“Twenty- six. My parents found out about it when I was admitted into the emergency room. Once I was able to leave, they sent me right to rehab, which is actually where I met Greg.”
“Greg?” She asked, with raised eyebrows. I grabbed a piece of bacon off her plate to nibble on.
“My driver. He was looking for work and I hired him after I had my accident. He helped me out a lot in rehab and I figured it was only right to return the favor.”
“Wow… I can’t imagine how difficult it was to get back on track.”
“It’s been a journey, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Once my dad helped get me back in college, I started going to therapy and found out a lot about myself. I worked my ass off to show him that I changed for the better. Which is why he’s handing over his company.”
“Is that what you really want?” I shrugged my shoulders. I’m not really sure what I want anymore. I’ve proven that I am capable of doing my job, now I have nothing else to prove. “You really are a strange man Sylvester. You don’t know me at all and yet, you’re confiding in me so much.”
“Is it bothering you?” I asked, curious. I placed my hand on her thigh, enjoying the warmth of her skin.
“No,” she whispered. “I’m just having a hard time trying to figure out why you picked me. So many women approached you that night. Why not go home with any of them?” I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around her neck to pull her close. I moved my lips over hers, devouring its softness. She had a dazed look on her face when I let her go.
“None of them looked at me the way you did. You watched me. Took your time to approach me. And you’re sexy as hell.” The heat rose in her cheeks, making her blush. “I truly enjoy talking with you, I can’t say it enough. I would love to get to know you… and your body,” I said, brushing my thumb over her nipples. A flame ignited in her eyes.
“What do you want to know?” I stood to my feet and made my way between her legs. My gaze landed on those full, plump lips of hers.
“Who taught you how to paint?” I asked, kissing along her collar bone. A moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips.
“My father was a painter. We would watch Bob Ross videos together and paint every Sunday. He passed away when I was seven. Then… oh god that feels good… I s-s-started taking art classes and training myself,” she said, wrapping her legs around me. My fingers unbuttoned her shirt as I sucked on her neck. She gripped my cock and I let out a groan.
“Fuck, tell me more.” I gripped her thighs as I kissed down her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth.
“I can’t concentrate with you doing that.” She let out a shriek of pleasure as I grazed her nipple with my teeth.
“Keep talking baby,” I said, smacking her behind. She has such a great ass.
“I don’t…. damn, you’re gonna drive me crazy.” I switched to her other nipple as she gripped my hair. “W-W-What else do you want to know?” I couldn’t resist another glance at her. She moistened her lips waiting for my question.
“Why did you pick me?” I leaned forward, taking her face in my hands and kissed her softly. As I pulled away, she caught my lip with her teeth.
“Your eyes,” she whispered. “It was a look I was all too familiar with and I wanted to find out why you were sitting alone.” A slow grin spread across her face, making my stomach do a backflip. The good kind. She wrapped her arms around my torso, pulling me into her embrace. My lips met with hers again and I let the kiss consume me. I have never met anyone that can read me so easily like she has. It’s almost frightening. I lifted her up, wrapping her legs around me, and carried her over to the sofa.
“I’m starting to really like you, Raven. So much that I don’t want this weekend to end,” I whispered, against her lips. Her eyes opened lazily, hypnotized by the kiss. “You don’t have to say anything back, I just wanted to let you know.” Her arms draped around my neck, pulling me back in.
HER POV
His heartbeat pounded like a drum as his soft snores filled the room. The hairs on his chest tickled my chin, sending tingles through my thighs. His arm tightened around my waist, every time I tried to move. This is bad… this is so bad. Sylvester had fallen asleep a few hours ago, but sleep surpassed me. My mind was racing more than ever. I let myself feel something… and now I don’t want to go. But I have to. It felt too good to be in his arms. No matter how kind he is, there has to be something wrong with him… every man has a flaw. Some way that they can’t be trusted. I unwrapped his arm from around me as I felt the tears begin to swell. I refuse to be hurt like my mother used to get hurt.Maxwell has already done that enough. Sylvester’s eyes fluttered open and I turned away before he could see my face. He mumbled good morning, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. This is about to turn into a terrible morning…
“I better get going,” I said, picking up his shirt from the floor. I stood to my feet and quickly put it on.
“Why are you in such a hurry? It’s only seven,” he yawned. “I wanted to take you out for breakfast. Or we could order in and have a little fun.”
“Look, let’s not make this into something that it’s not. Our agreement was five thousand for the weekend. I would appreciate it if you would just write the check, so I can get out of here,” I sniffled. God damn emotions… I hate crying in front of people, especially in front of him. He reached for my arm, but I snatched away from him.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, stepping in front of me.
“Nothing,” I lied, avoiding his gaze. He grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. Raw emotion burned behind his eyes, knocking the wind out of my gut. Fear prickled at the back of neck.
“Did I do something?” There was genuine concern in his eyes. Shit, I can’t do this. His presence alone is so overwhelming. I can barely think straight when he’s in the room. His scent was so sweet, but smothering me… How am I ever going to get him out of my head?
“I have to go,” I repeated. “Can you please just write the check?” He released my chin, letting his arm fall to his side. Then his face turned to stone… the face he wears whenever he’s dealing with his clients or talking over the phone. Here it comes…
“I’ll have to cut out a thousand since you are leaving early,” he replied. His voice was stern and harsh, cutting me deeply. Put your game face on Raven…
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Seems only fair.” A look of disappointment crossed his face before he bowed his head and chuckled.
“I’ll go find my check book.” He said, turning to walk away. Once he was out of sight, I let out the breath of air I had been holding in. Oh man, I can’t believe I just did that. My chest began to tighten and it felt as if I couldn’t get enough air to my lungs.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Has he done anything this weekend to prove he’s anything like Maxwell? Or any of your mother’s previous boyfriends? He hasn’t verbally or physically abused you. He hasn’t pimped you out to his friends. All he asked was for you to be honest with him… and you fucking blew it.
I buried my face in my hands, muffling my sobs. I’m so fucking stupid… He expressed his feelings last night and I clamed up like a coward. I sat on his sofa, unable to move as I waited for him. He took his time, taking calls as I waited. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t step out of that room, so I could think this over a little while longer. What difference does it make if I leave a day early? He was going to boot me out tomorrow and go on his merry way. He’d forget about me in a week. A sharp pain went through my chest when I heard a knock at the door. I wiped my eyes and walked over to answer it. My heart dropped as the guy glared back at me… and he was furious.
“John,” I choked out. My heart hammered against my ribs as he stepped into the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked. His gaze fell on the open shirt. “Oh, so this is where you’ve been all weekend. Cuddled up with the crackhead. You cost me a great opportunity, you little skank,” he said, poking me in my chest. “And you have some making up to do.” He grabbed his dick before poking me again.
“Okay, if you just let me get my stuff, then we can go…” I scanned the room for my clothes, but couldn’t find anything, not even my shoes.
“What’d you guys do, huh? Anything good? Does he smack you around like I do?” He said, striking me across the face. The sting settled in my jaw as I turned back to face him. “You tell him you’re a dirty little slut like you say to me? Make you suck his dick until your eyes watered?” I took a step back bumping into the sofa. I flinched as he reached for my hair, tugging and knotting his fingers.
“John please…” I reached for his hands to loosen his grip, but it only grew tighter.
“Shut up. You’re going to give me what I’m owed.” Maxwell’s face popped into my head as he said those words… constantly reminding me that I always owe someone something. John swung me around, pushing me face down into the sofa. He tugged my panties down as he fumbled with his belt. My body trembled as I braced myself for the pain.
“Get the hell away from her!” I heard a loud smack and something hitting the wall. When I turned around, Sylvester had John pinned to the wall and his mouth was bleeding.
“What the hell are you defending her for, Sylvester? She knows she wants it. It’s her job!”
“You son of a bitch! If you ever touch her again, I will kill you myself. You’re always talking about my past well I will show you what a crackhead can really do! And you can forget about the Austens’ account… or any account for that matter! You’re fired,” he said, punching him again. Both men tussled back and forth, so I hid by the side of the sofa. Shit, shit, shit! This cannot be happening right now. Then, he opened the door and threw John out in the hallway.
“Come on, Sylvester…” He said, before the door was slammed in his face. I stayed down on the floor, unsure if I should move even an inch. Sylvester was shaking as he punched the wall and cursed.
“Are you alright?” He crouched down by my side, pulling my hands away from my face. Helping me to my feet, he grabbed my shirt and used it to wipe my mouth. I shivered when I saw the blood.
“Umm… I don’t know how he knew I was here. H-H-How do you know him?” I asked, my voice sounding unrecognizable. He grabbed my hand leading me over to the kitchen island. I watched as he walked over to his freezer and pulled out an ice pack.
“John works under my father. He’s been pissed at me the last few days because I’m about to become his boss. How do you know him?” I bowed my head in shame. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”
“He was a client of mine. Favored by Maxwell. The night I met you, I was supposed to meet with…”
“That was him you canceled on?” I nodded. “What a small world.”
“You made him angry.” My eyes darted back and forth between him and the door.
“I could give a fuck about him,” he spat out. I grabbed his hand as he went to put the ice pack on my mouth.
“He knows a lot of people I work with, Sylvester. I was going to handle the situation, now it’s going to be so much worse.” A panic set in my body, making me sweat profusely.
“Are you kidding? He hit you and had you buried face first in my sofa…”
“That’s how he likes it.” Disappointment flashed in his eyes and I felt dirty.
“Raven, you shouldn’t have to take what he feels you deserve. God, you have no idea how much you have going for you. That job isn’t it. Especially with the way your clients are treating you.”
“It’s how I got you. Dirty Diamond always lands her man.” He was silent. “So, what does that say about us? About all of this?” I snapped.
“I would have picked you no matter what you did for a living. I need you to know that.”
“What is it that you want from me? Men always want something, so what is it?” My hands shook in his as he grabbed them. He placed a kiss on my knuckles.
“I already told you. I want to get to know you.”
“Why?” My voice cracked.
“I just do… but I can see that you don’t trust me. If being friends can change how you feel towards me, then I’m willing to be just that. I’m not here to hurt or take anything from you. If I’m being honest, I needed you more this weekend than you probably needed me.” His eyes turned a forest green making my heart melt.
“I was going to end it all. Take all of those pills you saw on the sink. But I knew if you came back home with me… I wouldn’t have the courage to go through with it.” he said, wiping a stray tear from my cheek.
“How can the damaged help the wounded?” I asked. “I’m fucked up.”
“We’re all a little fucked up. It’s just a matter of finding things to help us cope… or in this case someone,” he whispered. I let go of his hands and walked over to sit on the sofa. The tightness in my chest was becoming too much to bear. I exhaled, already exhausted from the day.
“You want to be my friend?” He nodded, placing the ice pack down on the table. “And what about the money? Are you really going to take away from the amount we agreed upon?”
“No, I was only saying that to call your bluff about leaving. If you still need it, I can write the check right now.” I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my head against them.
“It’s not for me,” I confessed. He took a seat at the stool, giving me some space to breath. “My mother is sick. My sister and I split the bills and I’m currently paying for her housing at an assistant living facility. Dancing only covered so much, so I started to work with Maxwell to get some extra cash. I didn’t realize he had his own fee that he took out from the money I earned. Overtime, he started demanding more, knowing that my mother was sick. John offered a decent amount, which is why I took him on as a client. But then you offered me five thousand and I knew it would help me get away from all of this.” The room fell silent and it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. It felt so good to finally tell someone about everything I was dealing with. Now I see why he’s been doing it all weekend.
“What’s wrong with your mom?”
“What isn’t wrong with her?” I spat out. “The major thing is that she needs an aortic valve replacement. My sister married into wealth, so she has her check ready. I’ve been making my monthly payments. I’m still four thousand dollars short,” I used the back of my sleeve to wipe my eyes. Sylvester reached into his back pocket, scribbling on a piece of paper.
“Come here,” he said. I got up from the sofa, slowly making my way over to him. He placed the piece of paper in my hand and my stomach dropped. Holy shit… a check for ten thousand dollars.
“This is too much. I-I-I can’t take this from you,” I stuttered.
“You can and you will.” I was at a loss for words as my heart swelled.
“Thank you so much,” I whispered.
“You’re very welcome. Can you answer a few questions for me?”
“Sure.” I wiped away a tear. He grabbed my free hand, bringing his eyes to meet mine. That familiar look from the first night we met, lingered behind his eyes. God, there’s no way I’m going to be able to walk away from this man… he has such a way about him that lures me in.
“Are you lonely?” He lightly pulled me toward him and I stood between his legs.
“Yes.” I went to lower my head, but he caught my chin with his hand.
“Do you like me?” He placed both of his hands on my hips. His fingers traced along my skin, making me shiver with pleasure. I sighed from the hopeful look shining in his eyes. Honesty…
“Very much,” I whispered. “But I’m not sure I’m ready for anything serious, Sylvester. I’ve been hurt too many times just jumping into things without thinking them over. For once, I want to be with someone that isn’t going to hurt me.” He gestured for me to sit on his lap. I placed both of my legs around his waist, straddling him, as he leaned forward to kiss me. It was sweet, making my head spin.
“I am fine with taking things slow until you fully trust me.” He lightly brushed his lips over mine, causing a tingle between my legs. I’m sure he could tell I wasn’t wearing any panties. “I only want to help you the way that you’ve helped me. And I think we still have a few more hours until our deal is up,” he teased.
“Oh well, then we better get to it,” I replied.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as he took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I let my tongue fall into a rhythm with his as he carried me back to the bedroom. The way he kissed me, the way he touched me, the way he said my name… I knew I was safe and had absolutely nothing to worry about.
To Be Continued...
(I hope you guys enjoyed Obsession. Part two will be uploaded in 2022. There is more drama to come)