Always Wrong

by Xyla Turner

  This made me feel better, but there was a part of me that had been missing.

  For our meeting, Jacquez thought that we should have dinner and then go back to my place. I wasn’t opposed to that, since I’d have home court advantage. Though I never had men in my home. We used hotels so I could leave. I didn’t think any man that I was romantic with had ever been in my home, so if Jacquez was coming, that meant I could not leave.

  Shit.

  That day, I decided to work from home. The point was not to rush, but the place was busy. The people that cleaned my condo came again to make sure everything was clean, folded, and in the right place. My cooks made food and ensured that things were stocked. I had no idea what or if cooking would happen, but I wanted to make sure that I was prepared. Even if it was just mentally or emotionally.

  He and I met at the exclusive rooftop restaurant in Midtown. I was fashionably late, of course, but damn, did he look good enough to eat. As I neared the table, Jacquez rose to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.

  “You look good,” he whispered in my ear then pulled away to look at me from head to toe.

  That look and the glimmer in his eyes spoke volumes about what he wanted to do. After the last evening we’d spent together, I knew what he could do, but something told me I didn’t know shit.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  I smiled while inhaling that expensive cologne of his. It was rich and had a heavy scent of cedar. Enough to lick him.

  Down, girl.

  Down.

  We sat, and Jacquez ordered wine while I searched my menu. He must have also ordered appetizers, because the waiter, placed a plate on our table that contained caviar with some bread and olive oil. I must have looked at it some type of way, because Jacquez burst out laughing, and though I was mesmerized with his infectious laugh, I was also curious as to why.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I take it you don’t like caviar?” He was still chuckling.

  “Nope. I’ve tried it, and it doesn’t fit my pallet,” I answered honestly without saying it was fucking disgusting.

  “It’s a delicacy,” he explained.

  “Yes, that you can have all to yourself,” I added.

  He chuckled again and called the waiter over.

  “Get the lady an appetizer.” He nodded in my direction.

  “I’ll take the calamari,” I told the man, who nodded and scurried away. “Thank you.”

  “Do you know what you would like for the entrée?” he asked me while closing his menu and reaching for the caviar.

  We both ended up ordering the salmon and asparagus. Then dessert that we decided to have at my place. There wasn’t much talk of our plans, but catching up on our week, projects, and current events. It was a bit different to talk with someone who didn’t live in the States about business. The troubles in his country were a tad bit different than ours. Their politics were different, but seemed to have the same flare of drama. Maybe a bit more polished than our brand of ridiculousness that was happening in the house that happens to be white in Washington, D.C. He was well aware of our country’s issues, to his credit. Which made for an interesting conversation.

  By the time we arrived at my condominium, my anticipation levels were up. We had not had any discussions about this baby business thus far, so later would be the time.

  Right?

  I was not one to mince words, so once we were sitting down in my living room, two fingers of whiskey between the two of us, I asked, “Let’s hash out some of the details about the baby.”

  Jacquez smiled, then nodded his agreement.

  “Perfect,” I replied and leaned back with some ease. “Do you really want to do this?”

  “Do you?” he asked while holding up his glass and taking a sip.

  “I said that I do,” I told him, “but this is a huge commitment, Jacquez. You and I are both, how shall I put it, well, we’re flirtatious. Having a child is one thing, but living together? Really? That’s a lot. I mean, that’s next level. How will we have time for ourselves? What are those expectations? Will you bring women to our home? Should I bring men to our home? Will we have a life of sneaking around? What kind of shit is that? I wouldn’t want to bring men around because of the kid, but that would be the same reason that I wouldn’t want you to bring random women around. I just…well, that’s the part of this arrangement that seems fuzzy to me.”

  Jacquez nodded, as if he’d expected this. He was one arrogant motherfucker if I had ever met one.

  “Sheryl, I understand the angst around this, but I grew up without my father in my life, and I don’t want that for our child. What I am proposing is that we live together for the sake of the child. If we need to get off or want to fuck, then we do that discreetly. Just as we do now, am I right?”

  He looked around my condominium as if to say that he knew I didn’t have men up in here. He would be right.

  “We will set boundaries, Sheryl. We’re adults, businesspeople, skilled at negotiations. I am sure we can handle this,” he added.

  On the surface I could agree with his assessment, but there was a nagging feeling that said this was much more than was being presented. The truth was that this is where I’d pull out of the deal. When I had that feeling I had nothing to lose, I would pull out. It had served me well to just walk away. However, in this case, why I thought I would have something to lose was dumb. On one level, I probably needed to talk to a professional, but I wanted what he was proposing. He wasn’t just offering himself as a person to live with, but to be a partner. It was a partner for a child, but a family too. I wanted that. It was bad enough to admit to myself that I wanted what he was offering. It wouldn’t have been something I would have thought to even suggest, but once it was presented, I thought, yes. Just like the baby. I was forty-one, and time was clicking away. Faster than I appreciated.

  “Okay, Jacquez,” I agreed. “However, if things go left, then we sit back at the table and handle it like adults. We do not fuck up this child’s life because of our bullshit.”

  “Agreed.” He stood up and came around to sit on the same sofa as me. “That won’t be a problem.”

  Turning to look at him, I asked, “You weren’t comfortable over there?”

  “No.” He eyed me with a barely tamed hunger in his expression. “I feel like we’re negotiating a contract, and you said you didn’t want that. So with my partners, we talk like this.”

  “On the same couch?” I waved my hand at him as he leaned back with his left leg bent under him as he lounged on the couch so he could face me.

  He looked calm and collected, but his energy was vibrating on the furniture, and I could feel it in my soul.

  “Fine,” I continued. “I have my ovulation schedule, as I promised, and met with my doctor, whose information I will give you, and I’m waiting on your information to give to my assistant.”

  “Good girl.” He complimented me, and there went my panties.

  He unnerved me, which made me kind of afraid of him. Would I lose myself in this man? I didn’t want that shit at all.

  “So we’re in agreement. Send over the doctor’s information and ovulation periods, and I’ll get my secretary to schedule my visits around that. Are you planning to be in London anytime soon?”

  Picking up my phone, I began to thumb through it, knowing damn well that I had nothing scheduled immediately.

  “No.” I flipped through the calendar. “Do you need me to be there?”

  “Yes,” he replied with those eyes on me. “We need to look at houses there as well. To get your dual citizenship and honestly business opportunities. Especially before you get on the no-fly zone due to being pregnant.”

  Now that got my attention.

  “Opportunities?” I inquired of the man.

  “Business opportunities.” It was his turn to open up his phone. “There are several companies in London that would be great partners for you. I had them researched and just sent them to you. I h
ave no guarantees, but it’s worth looking into.”

  Twisting my head, I pursed my lips and murmured, “Thank you.”

  Well, shit. Business always gets me excited, and here the man was dropping names.

  “You seem surprised,” he commented, which caused me to laugh.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I sighed. “Well, yeah. I know this is one arrangement, but the business dealings—I did not expect that.”

  “In full transparency, it’s not done with the best of intentions. You’re the woman that will have my child, and it is in my best interest to keep you and my child near me. If you have business in London, then that is better for me.”

  Good point.

  “Well, it still was unexpected. But thank you.”

  Jacquez continued to look at me, but I was not sure what else we needed to discuss.

  “I can have my secretary send over the details on Monday so we can start.” I filled the dead space.

  “Okay,” Jacquez responded. “We have a deal.” His hand reached out, like he wanted to shake mine.

  Smiling, I shook his, to show that I was on board, but I should have known. He jerked me across the couch so that I landed right on top of him.

  “Fuck,” I exhaled.

  “Precisely,” he said before capturing my lips with his.

  He was a master kisser, that was for sure. Yet, with all of that, I pushed away and said, “I’m not ovulating.”

  “So?” He moved forward, causing me to go up on my knees on the couch.

  Then Jacquez began to unbutton my blouse, unlatch my bra, and take my nipple between his teeth.

  “Soon these will be filled with milk for our child.” He squeezed them, and damn if that didn’t turn me on.

  Then he grabbed my ass and squeezed it tight.

  “So—” I cleared my voice. “Just for clarity, because we didn’t discuss this. We have sex on ovulating days? And non-ovulating days?”

  This stopped him in his tracks, which was his mouth moving to my other breast.

  “Are you fucking someone else on non-ovulating days?” he asked with those piercing green eyes.

  “Well, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” I was testing the waters as he abruptly stood up.

  “Sheryl, do not fuck with me.” He was glaring. “We discussed this in our 3-, 6-, and 9-month plan. We’re exclusive, and I mean that we fuck each other exclusively. Ovulating”—he pulled me to my feet—“or non-ovulating days. My dick is hard as fuck.”

  Raising an eyebrow, I turned and said, “Well, you got until Monday before we start this arrangement to go get what you need.”

  There was a growl, and it wasn’t our stomachs, because we’d eaten well. That meant it was him growling.

  “Why must you always be so fucking sassy?” He moved into my space, so our noses were centimeters apart.

  “It’s not sass,” I told him. “I am simply making a suggestion that I plan to take. My pussy is wet, but I have no expectations that you will satisfy that. Well, not until Monday, anyway.”

  Jacquez licked my lips, then chuckled.

  Oh boy.

  Chapter Six

  Jacquez Costa

  Sheryl South, the strong woman who was a ball buster, was showing herself right now. Using technicalities and attempting to throw me off my game. Internally, I thought it was funny, but she had to learn a thing about me. I did not come from London to play any bloody games with her.

  “Woman,” I said in a low hiss. “I’m not sure how you play your cat and mouse games with the men you frolic around with. That’s not me, and if we’re going to do this, we need to be very clear. Say what you mean and mean what you say. I did not fly thirty-five hundred miles over here to go fuck some floozy I do not know. I came over here to bury my hard dick into the woman that will be the mother of my child. That’s you. Any further questions?”

  She stared at me as if she wanted to slap the shit out of me, but I had something for her ass.

  “You are such an asshole,” Sheryl sneered.

  “I’ve been told,” was my reply. “Now, lead the way to your bedroom, so I can play with your asshole.”

  She blinked, then the heat hit her eyes, and I knew I’d just touched a nerve. With a huff, she pushed past me and went up the wide turning stairs. With a smirk on my face, I followed until we entered a bedroom that was fit for a queen. There was a canopy bed with pink sheer drapes hanging from the tops in dramatic loops. It was cute in a girlie sort of way. As soon I crossed over the threshold, she turned and said, “No jokes about my bed. I like it.”

  “No problem, princess,” I said with a small chuckle, which made her groan.

  “I’ve never had a man at my place.” She admitted to something I’d already figured out.

  This creature was like me: attachments were kept separate. Very fucking separate. Yet here we were merging the two together with eyes wide open.

  Instead of responding, I unzipped her dress to reveal a thong and the two globes that extenuated her sexy brown ass. Shit, she was sexy as fuck. I turned her around and laid her on the bed. Once I took off my clothes, I covered her and began to kiss my way down between her legs with the thong still on. She clearly had a love or knack of luxurious lingerie and when it came to her, fuck me, so did I.

  Sheryl had a landing strip that I kissed my way down to wrap my lips around her lace-covered clit. Moving the black piece of fabric from my goal, I began to suck on her button until those talons started to scratch at my scalp. Then, being the CEO that she was, the woman tried to lead this. That would not happen. She’d thrown me off my game the first time, but not anymore. Pushing two fingers inside of her cunt had her pausing so I could continue my attack to have her coming on my face. It wasn’t long after that her leg began to shake, and the warm release began to slide down my fingers. Using my tongue to lap up every bit of it was my fucking pleasure. Damn, she tasted of a warm cider on a cold day.

  “Fuck, Jacquez,” the woman huffed as she came down. “Fuck me.”

  Again with the demands. I’d have to teach her, and I had the time.

  I repeated my last steps, but this time I slid two fingers into her pussy and one finger in her ass until it was both legs shaking out her orgasm.

  Her breaths were coming in spurts as her chest heaved up and down in exhaustion.

  “Oh God,” she cried out.

  I waited for her to give me another demand, but when it didn’t come, I began to kiss my way up to her breasts, taking my time. Then I kissed her plump lips, smearing her red lipstick and making a beautiful mess. Lifting one of her legs, I lined up my aching cock and began to slide inside.

  In and out.

  In and out.

  Until that breath of hers was caught in her throat as she adjusted to my size. Once I was all the way inside, she exhaled, and I kissed her again.

  “It seems that pussy knows what she wants,” I told her before I moved anymore. “You need to get on the same page. During this process, we’re exclusive. I will only fuck you, and you only fuck me. Got it?”

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  I began to move, and those eyes met mine as I pushed in and out of her tight cunt.

  “That’s mine,” I murmured as she scratched up and down my back.

  The woman purred, and I swear, this had me flexing and pulling out of her so only the tip was inside. Then I rammed back into her as those purrs turned to moans and then screams of ecstasy.

  The rapid noises of my banging the shit out of Sheryl was fucking with my head, and I knew I was about to cum soon. She was so gotdamn responsive that I was ready to bust.

  “Fuck, woman!” I exclaimed as the fire ran down my spine.

  “Like that.” She gasped for breath. “Fuck, Jacq…oh my…I’m coming.”

  It was then that I sped up, and the two of us came together.

  Damn it!

  Letting her leg down, she continued to lie there as if she passed out, but I could see her eyes were closed, and she
was still breathing heavily from the exercise. Falling on the side of her, I placed my hand on her stomach and began to rub it.

  “Damn,” she breathed but remained in the same position.

  “Yeah,” I confirmed.

  The chemistry between the two of us was fucking crazy. I knew, just like she did, because she had been on birth control, it could be up to a year or more before she’d get pregnant, according to the research. However, neither of us gave a fuck. This was more, but for the sake of probably both of our sanity, it was for the baby.

  “I’ve never done this before,” Sheryl said as we lay there in silence. “I am not trying to play games, but this has me a bit off, I’ll admit. I am letting you know that I want to do this, Jacquez, but I will not be made a fool of. Do you understand? I’d rather you keep walking and leave me the fuck alone if you’re not intending on going through with this. Am I clear?”

  That was understandable, and I could relate.

  “Crystal.” I pulled her into me so our faces were inches apart. “I’m not mucking around, Sheryl. I know we’re virtually strangers, but Noah is my best mate, and if you can take anything from that, please know there will be accountability to whatever we do or decide. More importantly, we were thrust into something that I think we both in our own way accepted. I want this. I’ve not done this before, so I’m not going into it with some way to get over or muck around.”

  “Okay, then.” She smiled.

  “I also think that we should spend this time fucking but also getting to know each other,” I shared. “We will be raising our son together.”

  “So it’s a son, huh?” she quipped.

  “Yeah.” I shrugged. “No bloody doubt.”

  “Men,” she chuckled. Then turned those hungry eyes on me. “I’m feel like going for a ride. How do I need to get the saddle ready?”

  Looking at her luscious lips, I nodded and said, “The fastest way is smearing more of that lipstick on my dick. Tried and true way to get me to attention.”

  Sheryl laughed and then went to all fours and began to play with my dick with her hands, mouth and tongue. Then she mounted me and began to twirl her ass on my cock, and gotdammit. She could move those fucking hips like a belly dancer, which sent me into overtime. Slapping her ass with every slam and then my finger in her ass had her falling on me, with those breasts flopping in my face.