Real Love

by Tracy Reed

  Kyla talked tough, but she was addicted to Eric. She craved every inch of him and knew just what to say to get him riled up. He held her tight, breathing hard as he pulled away and leaned up against the shower wall with his eyes closed.

  She washed him like she had so many times before. As she dragged the soapy sponge along his body, she whispered her request. “I want to see her.” Still breathing hard he couldn’t reply. She eased her hand down the inside of his thigh and grabbed his ear in between her lips. “I want to see her.”

  He let out a hard sigh, “Whatever you say.”

  Chapter 21

  OLIVIA BENNETT WAS EVERYTHING KYLA told Eric he needed in a wife. She was pretty, well connected in New York society and eager to be married. She was the perfect showpiece.

  The night before his wedding, Eric snuck out of his bachelor party to meet Kyla at their place. The things they did to each other would make an experienced call girl blush. She sent him off to get married with a smile on his face and the memory of her pleasuring him burned into his mind. While repeating his marriage vows and staring at Olivia, he was picturing Kyla.

  Preparing for his wedding night, he kept stalling. Olivia thought his nervousness was cute, but he couldn’t help feeling like he was about to commit adultery. He came up with the one excuse he knew would get him out of the room.

  “Sweetheart, I need to go downstairs, in all the wedding madness, I forgot to pack condoms.”

  “Honey, that’s okay, I’m sure we’ll be fine tonight.”

  “No. I’ve heard stories where couples thought just because it was their first time together they couldn’t get pregnant. And nine months later…I want children, but not right now. I’ll be right back.” He picked up his jacket and left.

  “Okay.”

  He hurried out of the beautiful hotel suite and headed straight to the elevator fumbling for his phone.

  Kyla was dining with a handsome banker, contemplating whether or not to extend the evening beyond coffee and dessert. He was charming and, unlike Eric, was available tonight to play. She brushed his leg with her foot, giggling when her phone rang. She recognized the number and pressed the ignore call button. Continuing her game of footsies, the phone rang again from the same number.

  “Excuse me.” She got up and went outside to answer the call. A little annoyed at Eric’s interrupting her date, she exhaled and turned on the charm before answering the call. “Hey baby, what’s going on?”

  “I can’t do it,” he cried.

  “Calm down. What are you talking about?”

  “I can’t have sex with that woman.”

  “Sweetie, calm down. We talked about this. For you to gain Olivia’s trust, you need to make her very happy tonight.”

  “But I don’t—”

  She had to think quick. Her date was waiting and the longer she was gone the more suspicious he would become and any chance she had of having a good night would be gone.

  “Listen to me. Take a deep breath. Where are you now?”

  “I’m in the lobby. I told her I forgot condoms and I needed to get some.”

  “Did you get the condoms?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Go back upstairs turn the lights off, close your eyes and picture the first time we made love. When your lips touch Olivia’s, imagine how it felt the first time you kissed me and how our tongues danced. As your hands are caressing her body, remember how excited you got the first time we were naked, pressing our bodies together. And when you’re kissing her breasts, picture my breasts in your mouth and how you like grabbing my nipples between your lips.” She could hear him panting and breathing hard.

  “Baby, I wish it was you upstairs and not her.”

  She moaned, “Uhmm, lover, I wish you were here right now stroking that spot that makes me sing.”

  “Baby, I miss you.”

  “I know sugar. Now go upstairs and I’ll see you Tuesday morning.”

  “Okay.”

  Today was just like any other morning after Eric had been with Olivia. Kyla knew Eric had a huge sexual appetite and Olivia wasn’t skilled enough to handle him. After two years of marriage, he still kept coming back to her bed. Eric told Kyla how boring his and Olivia’s sex life was and that she wasn’t willing to experiment. Kyla knew she had Eric’s heart and his other vital organ, making it easy to manipulate him.

  Kyla always made Eric wait to see her after spending the weekend with his wife. She knew he was anxious, unsatisfied and the mere sound of her voice always excited him. Her phone rang with their signal and she ignored it. It wasn’t until the third time Eric called that she picked up.

  “Hey baby…,” she purred.

  “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all morning.” He was on the verge of hysteria.

  She purred again. “Shhh. Take a deep breath and close your eyes.”

  “Kyla…”

  “Lover, calm down.” She knew his anxiousness was a result of not being satisfied. “Now, I want you to picture me wearing that black lace bra you like with the matching garter belt.”

  “Kyla—”

  “Shhh….remember how soft those black silk stockings feel when you run your hand along my thigh.” She heard his breathing change. “Now look over at that velour chair and picture me hunched over the back and you pleasuring every inch of me.”

  “Baby, that’s not fair, you know—”

  “Shhh, now for the rest of the afternoon, when you look at that chair, think about me and how I can’t wait to feel your hands all over me.”

  “Baby,” he begged.

  “I have to go. I’m meeting a client. Bye.” She ended the call and waited until after lunch before calling back. He picked up on the first ring. All she did was hum.

  “Let me get back to you, I’m in a session.” He ended the call and once his session ended he sat in the green velour chair thinking about her and what he wanted to do to her. He repeated the phone code and waited for her to pick up. “Hey sexy.”

  “Hey baby,” she purred. She knew he was hungry and the longer she put him off, the more anxious he became.

  “I need to see you,” he begged shifting in the chair.

  “I want to see you too, but my afternoon is booked.” He let out a huge sigh. She had him. Her afternoon was clear. She knew he wouldn’t be able to wait until tonight. “Let me see what I can do. I’ll call you back in a little bit.” She ended the call, gave her assistant some last minute notes and left. In the taxi ride to their place, she called him. “I’ll meet you in an hour.”

  “See you then.” Click.

  She rushed to the apartment, showered and drenched herself in his favorite parfum, Opium. The spicy scent hypnotized Eric, making him weak and easy to control. She had laid a simple trap and he was a willing captive. She had stocked the refrigerator the day before and made sure to pick up a box of condoms. She knew after his weekend, he would have a voracious appetite. She was the cat patiently waiting for the mouse.

  He walked into the dark apartment looking for her. He smelled her parfum and immediately walked down the hall to the bedroom, but she wasn’t there, nor was she in the bathroom. He took his jacket off and walked back into the living room. She heard his footsteps walking into the living room across the dark mahogany hardwood floor. She turned on the lights and the sudden change in the room startled him.

  “Hey baby,” she purred. He turned in the direction of the voice. When he saw her, a huge smile covered his face. She was sitting in the chair wearing a pair of five inch crystal encrusted Louboutins and a smile. He started walking towards her and she stopped him. “Welcome to Naked Night.”

  “Naked Night?” he questioned. In the years they’d been together, Kyla fulfilled almost every sexual desire and request Eric had. She had also done some things she didn’t like, but she knew in order to remain in control, she had to please him. She sat in the green velour chair identical to the one in his office, teasing him. Her legs were spread apart with every inch of
her on display, watching him drool.

  “If you want to join this party, you have to be naked,” she announced.

  He started taking his clothes off and she pushed the remote on the stereo. He stood still removing his clothes to the sexy music playing on the stereo. When he removed the last piece of clothing, she let out a soft sigh and stood up. She slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips to the music drawing him in closer. She circled him like a lioness sniffing out her prey. The heat from his body filled the small space between them. She sensed his excitement and standing in front of him with room only for air to pass between them she inhaled, causing her breasts to inflate just grazing his chest.

  She leaned in close and purred, “Did you miss me?”

  As the words floated off her lips and landed in his ear, they ignited the fire he had been sitting on all weekend. He swallowed hard as she stepped closer. He thought to himself, how could one woman have so much control over him? Before he could answer, she slid her tongue inside his mouth pulling him deeper under her spell. He tried touching her but she stopped him.

  She broke the kiss and asked again, “Did you miss me?” Mesmerized by her coal black eyes, he wrapped her in his arms pulling her to him, caressing her behind and kissing her like a man just released from prison. He leaned her up against the wall, pressing his hard body against hers, moving to the beat of the music.

  His mouth moved down the front of her body, enjoying every inch of her. He told her whenever he touched Olivia’s breasts he pictured hers and how soft her skin felt against his tongue. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him harder, and easing her hand down a little further, she whispered, “Show me how much you missed me.” He lifted her up and started his ride.

  “Sing for me baby,” he begged. “Sing.” She held on tight and cried out louder. The ride into lustful passion had never felt this powerful. She could barely breathe, every move was more intense than the last. She cried out again and he smiled. “Sing baby, sing,” he chanted in between gasps of air.

  “Baby, don’t stop,” she cried out. One last push and he joined her in song…breathless, holding her tight against the wall. His body was hot and wet and his heart was pounding hard against her chest. He relaxed and helped her stand up. “I guess you did miss me.” She wiped his forehead as he rested on her chest for a few moments.

  He kissed her and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She went to the bathroom and came back to find him stretched out asleep on the sofa. She curled up next to him and pulled the throw over them. He sensed her and wrapped his arms around her.

  A half hour later, she woke up and he was still asleep. He never passed out so quickly or for so long. She gently brushed the side of his face and kissed him on the cheek. She put his shirt on and went down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, he was still asleep. She looked up at the clock, four o’clock and she was hungry. They usually ordered in or she’d pick something up to heat later, but tonight she didn’t want takeout. The day before she made braised short ribs and all she needed to do was heat them up. She put the ribs in the oven and continued preparing the rest of the meal.

  Eric woke up about thirty minutes later, sat up and stretched his arms up over his head. “Hey baby.” He turned toward the sound of the voice and saw Kyla in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. He went to the bathroom, cleaned up and came back to join her in the kitchen. He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.

  “What’s all of this?” he asked.

  She smiled and replied, “I felt like cooking for you.” She put the spoon up to his mouth allowing him to taste the garlic mashed potatoes.

  “Good.”

  “Get the wine and we’ll eat.”

  “I miss this.”

  “What?”

  “Us, like this.” She poured the sauce in the bowl and walked over to the table. He stood up and pulled her chair out and they began eating. “This is amazing. Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” She stroked the side of his face waiting for a response, but he was silent. “I know we don’t talk about your other life, but what happened this weekend?”

  He shook his head before answering. “I don’t want to talk about it.” He gave a half smile. “I missed you.”

  “That’s what you said earlier. What time do you have to leave?”

  He looked at the clock on the wall above the table. “Ten. I told her I had a business dinner and I’d be late. We’ve got a few more hours. But after this meal, I don’t know how much…”

  “Sweetie, we don’t have to do anything, we can watch television, talk or just be quiet.” She knew whatever happened this weekend wasn’t normal. He was excited, but he was also worn out and not from making love, but from the weight of his other life. As much as she hated it, she had feelings for Eric, but not enough to marry him.

  After dinner they snuggled on the sofa watching a movie. He looked up at the clock, seven-thirty. He had to start getting ready to go back to his other life. She heard the shower running and felt sad. The end of their time together was always the same, a hot shower for him and a lot of pouting for her. She was starting to hate this arrangement. She missed the old days when they were out in public, taking trips and not confined to this apartment. Maybe she should tell him she had changed her mind and was ready to be Mrs. Eric King.

  She stood in the doorway between the bedroom and bathroom, watching him brush his teeth. He looked up and caught her reflection in the mirror. He smiled and she walked over and wrapped her arms around him and he turned to face her. He hated leaving, but he knew if he wanted to keep Kyla in his life, he had to play by her rules. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Sing for me again before I leave?”

  She smiled and led him back into the bedroom. She turned the music on and pushed him down onto the bed. Early in their relationship, Eric confessed he liked going to strip clubs and took her so she could learn some moves. She became his private dancer along with some of the other fantasies she fulfilled.

  She had trained Eric well. After her dance, he made her sing as promised. He dozed off and when he woke up Kyla was still asleep. Eric climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom.

  After his shower, he came back and she was still asleep with the sheet barely covering her mocha colored behind, reminding him how much he hated leaving. She rolled over, opened her eyes and smiled.

  “Hey, baby. I’m sorry, I wanted to…” She started to get up and he stopped her.

  “Don’t. I want to remember you like this.” He brushed the hair away from her shoulder and leaned down to kiss her. This was the hardest kiss of their time together because he couldn’t wrap her up in his arms. He knew if he touched her, her smell would be all over him. He thought about having Olivia wear Kyla’s parfum, but he knew that would be a constant reminder of what he was missing. Instead, they learned to kiss passionately without touching. “Uhm, I better go,” he said reluctantly.

  “Bye.” She pulled back, being careful not to touch him. He picked up his jacket and walked down the hall. She wrapped herself up in the sheet waiting to hear the door close. Slam. She got out of bed and started toward the door to catch him in the hall and tell him she’d changed her mind and wanted to marry him, but her phone rang, knocking her back to her senses.

  Chapter 22

  SEAN PRESCOTT IS A NICE guy, not the words his ex-fiancée would use to describe him. He and Kyla have been work acquaintances for a few years, and every time she comes into the showroom, his spirit tells him to ask her out. However, his mouth has yet to get the memo. His staff has decided to play matchmaker and have deemed Kyla a VIP, meaning only the boss can help her.

  Kyla walked in and greeted everyone before taking a turn around the showroom. She found a sofa she liked and sat down, closed her eyes and rested her head on the back. She looked like a princess waiting to be kissed by her prince.

  Sean walked over and stood in front of the grey tufted sofa staring at the beautiful
woman he desperately wanted to ask out. He cleared his throat ready to ask the one question he’d been wrestling with for quite a while. He opened his mouth, “I’ve had quite a few people come in and sit on that sofa, but none make it look as exquisite as you do.”

  She opened her eyes and smiled. “Hi Sean.”

  “Hi Kyla.” He smiled as he extended his hand to help her stand up. “What can I do for you today?”

  “Thank you. I have a client that is working my nerves. She keeps changing her mind. I told her if she doesn’t make a decision this week, her guests will be sitting on lawn furniture for Thanksgiving.” They both laughed. He thought to himself, even her laugh is beautiful. She turned and started walking around the sea of furniture.

  “Have you thought about dressing the room and letting her live with it a couple of days?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “We can bring everything over and if she likes it, we invoice you. On spec.”

  She turned and met his smile with another of her own. “I know what on spec is.” They laughed. At that moment, he didn’t hear anything else she said. All he knew was he had to muster up his confidence and ask her out. She reached for her iPad and continued. “I hate wasting your time. Send Ryder over and he can…”

  “You’re not wasting my time.” He opened his iPad. “Okay, let’s go.” Like a love sick puppy he followed her around the showroom, making note of everything she selected. Two and a half hours later with her order and delivery instructions printed and signed, he cleared his throat and asked, “Maybe once everything is installed we can get coffee?”