by ChaShiree M.
“You know me. Building businesses and destroying dreams. One company at a time. So you give any thought to what we discussed?” Shit. This is what I wanted to avoid. At least for tonight. I just wanted one night where we didn’t talk about this and end up fighting.
“Carlos. Can we please just have a good night? Why must we do this every time we see each other?” God I hope he just lets it go.
“So that’s a no then. God damn it Maven. What the fuck do I have to do to get you to understand that WE are the end result? There is no fucking way you are going anywhere. Tell me you know that.” I am in an impossible situation. No matter what I do, someone gets hurt. I don’t answer him and I don’t think he expects me too. We drive the rest of the way in silence to the Opera.
When we arrive, I legit feel like a celebrity. There are paparazzi everywhere taking pictures. When the realization hits me, I almost freak the fuck out. This is going to be on the news or in the paper. My dad will see it. Oh my God. Carlos as always so in tune to me, can feel my turmoil and as we walk in he whispers, “No worries baby. I got you. I will take care of everything.” I relax a bit and lean into him the rest of the way up to our box.
Once settled, we are barely there five minutes when the lights go out. I didn’t realize how close we would be to one another but it is sexy as fuck knowing he could do anything to me right now and no one would be the wiser unless they are spying on us with their binoculars. I know he is angry, I can see it in the set of his jaw, as I watch him when my eyes should be on the stage.
“You keep staring at me like that, baby, and I might get the idea that you want something. And it ain’t on that stage.” Busted. Oh well. May as well see it through.
“So what if I do want something else.” I move my leg in such a way that he can see the slit. Because of the way I am sitting, the crease between my pussy and my thigh shows I am sans panties. I know the moment he has figured it out. His nostrils flare and his fist begins to clench. Hmmm...think it's time to test my luck.
“See something you like?” I taunt him, opening and closing my legs, letting the dress move more and more over my leg. Before I know what hit me, he is between my legs, on his knees, face right up against my wet aching pussy.
“Oh baby. You have no idea how much this pussy factors into my daily thought. Feet on the seat.” Oh shit. Yes please. I spread like he commands and he falls into me. His mouth covers the whole of my nether lips and suck them into his mouth like he would the lips on my face. Holy shit!!
“Such a naughty girl. Your pussy is already wet. Were you anticipating something? Perhaps this.” Is his last word before his tongue laps at my pussy. Running up and down, asshole to clit. Over and over, like his favorite lollipop. Every time he moans, I feel it in my pussy, as it vibrates to my stomach. I can’t help the way my pussy clenches when his tongue slides into my hole, fucking me with it.
“Carlos. I can’t be quiet. Oh god.”
“Yes you can baby. Swallow the moan. No one gets to hear your cries of passion but me. So fucking sweet and tight. Shit.”
I have no idea when he does it, but somehow he pulls his cock out of his pants and without warning, I am seated on him, impaled on his massive cock, face to face on the floor of our box, out of eyesight. He would never want anyone to see me in the throes of an orgasm. My man is possessive like that.
He grabs my face and stares at me for so long, I begin to squirm. Him filling me up like this, in the place we are in, is making this so much...everything.
“Look at me Maven.” I look at him and see so much being conveyed to me in his eyes. Lust, ownership, possessiveness, satisfaction, pain, anger and above all LOVE. I hope he can read most of that in mine as well. “I love you so fucking much. So much baby.” He says right before he kisses me and lifts me up to the tip of him, before dropping me back down, hard and fast. “I don’t want to stunt you from having everything you want. But fuck if I can let you go to do it. I need you like I need oxygen. I need you to be my wife. My partner. Don’t you want that?” I look at him, tears building in my eyes and finally, I see. I can see everything we are and meant to be.
Nodding I answer; “Yes. I want that. I love you so much Carlos. I want it all with you.”
“Thank fuck.” Slowly, I rise and fall, feeling the burn of his size as it slides against the walls of my pussy, hitting every nerve in and out. He hits my spot over and over, taking his time to love me. I move, with him, never feeling closer than I do right now. Our combined juices, ruining his suit pants.
“Feel so good. You inside me like this. Oh god. Don’t stop.”
“Never baby. I want to wake like this and go to bed like this. Always. Your pussy was made for me Maven. I can’t...I'm about to come. Come with me.” He barely rubs my clit, before I go over with him. Kissing each other like this is our last time. I don’t know how we are going to fix this though.
“Carlos, what are we going to do?” I ask him as I lay against his chest on the floor of our opera box.
“Don’t worry baby. I will take care of everything.”
Even as he kisses my forehead, I can’t help but feel this foreboding sense, that nothing is that simple.
9
Carlos
Last night was the turning point. Hearing her say she wanted everything with me, felt good as fuck. For the longest I have felt as if I was fighting for us alone. After the opera, I dropped her at home, knowing her dad would be sleep. When I finally made it home I put everything in motion. I called the guys, let them know I was going for it and to expect trouble. They both let me know they had my back and wished me luck.
Here I am walking into my office building headed straight for Xavier’s office. I pat my pocket to make sure the box is still there. See, after her dad and I do battle, I fully anticipate him trying to talk her out of this. But, I will not be stopped. After I walk away from him, I am going straight to my woman and proposing. His secretary is at her desk which either means he has asked not to be disturbed or he is not in the office. Ordinarily she is in his office taking dictation.
“Good morning Linda. Is he in?”
“Good morning Mr. Roscoe. Yes he is.”
“Is he busy?” she looks down at her lap, seemingly embarrassed or not sure what to say. My bullshit meter goes up. Something is going on.
“Uhm...well. No. He just asked not to be disturbed while on this call.” A call has her looking so sheepish?
“Kindly buzz him and let him know I need to speak with him.” I don't know what the hell is going on, but I really don’t give a fuck. I came here with a purpose and I am going to do it right now.
Bzzzz
“Linda what is it? I asked not to be disturbed.”
“Yes Sir. I know Sir. But…..”
“Xavier. It is my fault. I need to speak with you. Please don’t blame Linda.”
“Carlos. Of course. Linda please buzz him in.”
When I walk into his office, I am not sure what I expect to see. I look around trying to find something out of place or any indication he wasn’t alone. But, everything looks as it always does. Maybe he was on the phone.
“Carlos. To what do I owe the pleasure. Is something wrong with one of the accounts?”
“No. Nothing like that. Your work as our legal counsel is above reproach.” It’s true. This man is lethal and take no prisoners in the boardroom when dealing with our competition and clients. But in matters of the heart, I will not be beaten. “No. I am here on a more...personal matter if you will.”
“I am intrigued. Continue. I wasn’t aware you were seeing anyone.”
“Yes. About that. I am in love with your daughter. I am going to ask her to marry me.” He stares at me for quite some time. I begin to think he is having a mental stroke or something. Especially when he begins laughing. I don’t know how long he does this. Probably just seconds. But it's long enough to double the tension in me. Like the calm before the storm.
“Carlos. A great joke my friend. The other
guys put you up to this? My birthday is in a week. Oh man. You guys are hilarious. I almost thought you were serious for a moment. But then I remembered you were a man of honor. You wouldn’t do something like that to me. Right?”
I can see his demeanor change almost bit by bit as he realizes I am not laughing, nor am I denying that I would indeed betray him like that. Though to be honest, I didn’t look at it as betrayal.
“Carlos. Please tell me you are joking. Because I would hate to have to have you arrested for statutory rape. But more than that, I don’t want to have to KILL you. So tell me right fucking now this is joke.”
“The age of consent in Georgia is 16 X. Nobody is going to jail. Well, at least not for rape. But I will gladly do time, for beating you into a coma, if you try to keep Maven from me.”
“Are you fucking serious right now you self-righteous, arrogant son of a bitch. I could give two fucks about the age of consent. MY fucking consent would NEVER be given. And as long as she is under my roof, it’s over. She is leaving to go to Europe at the end of the week and straight to college from there. I’ll be damned if you keep her from her future to make her your plaything. None of my daughters will be any man’s concubine.”
He has moved from in front of his desk. I gather it is supposed to be a move meant to intimidate. Too bad for him. There is only one thing in this life that scares me. And even he can’t bring that sort of destruction.
“Maven is going to be my wife. The mother of your grandchildren. I LOVE HER! Do you understand? I know how this might look and believe me I tried to stay away. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when your heart can’t have the one thing it desires? How much it eats at you when your whole being reaches for the very thing that could destroy you?” His face blanches, for a brief moment, but it is enough for me to see it. Interesting. So he has something he shouldn't want either. Huh. But this knowledge, makes me angry. He should understand.
“Maven has expressed her desire to be my wife, and stay here and attend school. I do not expect for you to pay for that. She will be in our home. Her wants and needs are now my priority. I think you should also know, she will not be going to Europe either. I can’t have her that far away from me.” Might as well lay it all out.
“WHO THE FUCK, DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? GIVING ME ORDERS? TELLING ME HOW IT IS? SHE IS MY DAUGHTER! MINE!!!! YOU ARE NO ONE!!!!”
His vice booms throughout the office. So prevalent and strong, it sends his secretary and both partners into the room. I am trying to remain calm. I don’t want to cause Maven any unnecessary grief by shoving him through the tenth story window. But a man like me can only take so much. Best to end this.
“Put simply Xavier, I am the man who loves her. I’m sorry this causes you pain. But I WILL NOT apologize for her being my whole fucking life. If you love her, you will accept this and not make her choose between us. I promise you will lose. I have said all I have come to say. Goodbye X.” I turn my back to him letting him know he doesn’t scare me. I know the moment he lunges for me, but the partners grab him, and I never even look over my shoulder.
Riding the elevator down, my muscles are twitching and my body on overdrive. If he had been any other man, I would have laid him out, no questions asked. But a part of me felt like I owe it to him to take his ire. I mean I am fucking his 17 year old daughter. I can only imagine how I am going to be when our future little girl gets her age. Fuck!!! I need to punch something right now. Instead I am walking toward my office to send my assistant home for the day so I can go to my woman and make her mine in every way.
“Mr. Roscoe. Thank God! I have been calling your phone. We……”
“Linda whatever it is, it can wait. I have pressing business to attend to. You may….”
“The Lanikali Group is threatening to pull their contract if they don’t hear from you!” The fuck? They are our biggest client to date. As the lead Architectural firm in the US, we have a handle on the competition. However, taking on foreign clients is our biggest score yet. To lose them would be detrimental to the hold we have in the states. “What the hell happened? We were supposed to break ground on their new hotel in the Philippines yesterday?”
“I know Sir. Something happened with the contractor. They apparently had words over the placement of….I don’t know what and Mr Lanikali halted construction.”
Fuck!!! I don’t have time for this shit right now. But if I don’t take this, we will lose him. As the face of the company, it is my job to handle this shit. Damn it. I need to get to Maven.
“Fine. Put me through to him.” This better be motherfucking important.
Four grueling hours of dealing with arguments over the placement of the construction bunker. The bullshit I have to endure sometimes. Finally I am walking out of the building. More like sprinting. Making it to my car in record time, I speed toward her house. Full of anticipation and horny as fuck, I am planning in my mind how the rest of the night is going to go. I texted her as my secretary was patching through Mr. Lanikali. I told her I would be a couple of hours and she texted me back a very short reply and I didn’t hear anything else. Another reason I am anxious. It's unlike her. She is always very chatty throughout the day.
Pulling up, I note, all the lights are off in the house. Walking up to the door, I ring the bell. No answer. I ring again. Still no answer. I am about to walk around the back, when I see the maid exiting the servants house.
“Excuse me. I was looking for Maven. Is she home?”
“Senorita Maven is gone.” What!?!?
“I’m sorry. What do you mean...gone.”
“Mr. Solstice came home, made her pack a bag and took her to the airport.”
She walks away after what feels like pointing a gun at my head and pulling the trigger. I don’t realize I am clawing at my tie until I rip it from my neck and gasp for air. My vision is no longer clear, and wobbling at best I make it to my car. Sitting behind the wheel, no longer standing, I hit the steering wheel over and over not caring that my knuckles are bleeding. Hand swelling. I don’t feel it. I can't feel anything. I am numb. The one thing that made everything worth something is gone.
Looks like X knew how to destroy me after all.
10
Carlos
6 Weeks Later
“Shit.” I look down wondering what I just stepped on. More like what I just stumbled over. My vision blurry and unfocused. That’s what lack of sleep and too much drinking will do to a person. Which is basically the state of myself since the moment Maven was wrenched from my life. I hired a private investigator and sent him to all the places she and her sisters were supposed to go for the summer and they have been to none of them. Apparently, Xavier is more connected than I knew. I went to his office to beat him into telling me, but when he wasn’t there, I was told by HR he called in all his vacation time. He will be in the wind for the next six months. He turned all of his work over to the junior associate we let him hire a few months back.
So, I have been on a bender. What’s the point in anything else. The P.I. has found nothing. Not a trace. It’s as if she vanished into thin air. I even went to find her sisters. But it seems he sent them away as well. I don’t know if they are with her. If she is alone. If she is ok. If she’s scared...happy...what?? What if she gets sick and no one knows? Has she found someone where she is to fill the void? Does she miss me like I miss her??? I feel like a fucking woman right now worrying about this shit. But fuck it. I lost everything, in one fell swoop, and I didn't even get to fight for it. I was given a hand already stacked in favor of the house.
Phil and Gray have been coming over here every day trying to get my sorry ass off the couch, but it's a no go. They were all ‘it’s not worth it Carlos… maybe it's for the best Carlos… yada yada’ until I told them her sisters had been sent away as well. Now they are like ‘how the fuck hasn’t Stavros found them yet? Is he sleeping all damn day?’ I don’t recall the sisters being an issue. I would be laughing if it didn’t hurt so fucking bad.
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sp; Standing in front of the mirror, I am more than disgusted with myself. But I have no drive without her. It’s funny. Before I knew she existed, I thought men like this were weak. I was razor focused. Nothing could turn my head. I had a mission, it was tunnel vision until it was completed. Now, I can see why greater men have fallen at the heels of a woman.
I wash my face and brush my teeth. I need to get myself together. If I don't get my head out of my ass, soon, when I do find Maven, she won’t have a life to come back too.
Deciding to get my ass in gear, I hop in the shower, standing under the water thinking about what I am going to do to her when I have her back in my arms. My hands stroke my cock up and down, as it hardens thinking of her plump tits and that fat cunt. I refuse to come though until I can put it all inside her. I have a heavy set of balls right here, waiting to fill her up with my namesake so she belongs to me forever.
Finally dressed and shaved, I manage to make it to the kitchen without injuring myself. Looking around I am glad to see my cleaner has been still coming. Coffee. Must have coffee.
Bzzzzz
I look over at my phone, jumping around on the table. I haven’t answered that thing for anyone other than the P.I in weeks. Thinking it's time to get back to life. I pick it up and see Stavros’s name on the ID. I will myself to be practical. It's been six weeks with no word. Likely he is just calling to let me know he is still looking.
“Roscoe.”
“I found her.” Fuck. I sit in the chair behind me, needing a moment to compose myself.
“I’m sorry. Say that again.” I need to know I am not imagining this. Have I finally begun to hallucinate from too little food and sleep and too much alcohol?
“I found her. She is in Italy. Staying in a little cottage on the grounds of a Carina Solstice. I couldn’t find her sooner because Xavier and his older sister hadn’t spoken in over 20 years so she didn’t show up in any of his information. Once I began looking into his past, is when I found her. I sent a man there and he saw your woman walking the grounds.”
