by Alexia Stone
“Bray, I am sorry that I kept you waiting. Can you talk to me?”
“How long have you known him, Rebecca?”
“Since last week.”
“Geez Rebecca!” His shoulders tensed. “And you took mighty long with him!”
“Stop calling me that! You sound parental. I don’t need that from you, Bray. I need you to be my brother and try to be understanding!!!”
Shrugging perceptibly, he whirled his hands. I wanted to quiet his movements, reach out and cover them with my hands, let him know that I wasn’t being careless.
“Right now, I am as understanding as I can be. There are some things I have to bring to your attention. You’re back home… a week and you’ve decided it best to hook up with that guy.” He held out his hands to me. I felt like my pulse leaped in my throat. There was love in his eyes, a concerned expression on his face. “I am not judging you for... Shit! You’re my sister. And I want the best for you.” He noisily swallowed. “I know you’re a grown woman. I won’t be a hypocrite; I just fucked some girl last night. And yeah, that’s all it was. The sexual rapture is over and now I am left with my thoughts because believe it or not, some men do think about their actions in that department. And I am one of them. We’re keeping it real, right Rebecca? To talk to you? Like you asked me to. Tell me you were safe.”
No dental dam. No finger condom. And no male condom. I was careless with my body and my heart. I trusted Mateja completely.
“No.”
“Goodness gracious!”
I quailed as I repeated my response in my head.
“It sure sounds like you’re judging me.” I tightened my lips to prevent myself from screaming at him. After some silence, Brayden began to look hurt and upset. “Did you use protection Bray?” I mimicked his stare. “Every form that you could possibly need?”
“I did. I got my man tote in my room if you wanna see. In fact, you can go to my room and get some!” I cleared my throat, not liking the way he spoke to me, but understanding it was out of fear and concern. “Fuck! I didn’t mean to say that.” He looked like the blood drained from his face.
“Bray.” He was afraid for me for many reasons. Each day, my love for him was blooming. “I made a mistake. I will be careful next time and get tested. He told me he doesn’t have any sexually transmitted infections.”
In increasing frustration, Brayden grabbed chunks of his blonde mane. “That’s just it! Let’s trust the multi-millionaire because whatever he says can be trusted? Are you serious right now, Rebecca?”
I tucked my lips between my teeth and blew out a heavy breath. “Why do you have such a hang up on him? Because he’s rich?” I queried.
Standing stock still, I caught a dismayed expression on his face. “Really? We’ve been surrounded by rich people all our lives. We weren’t poor kids, you know. Sarah is wealthy for goodness sake,” he snapped at me. “You don’t seem to get that he’s from a different world than you.” As if pained, he scrunched up his face, rubbing his fingers on his temples. “You’re in over your head!”
“I am living my life, Bray. You have to let me be.”
“That doesn’t mean I won’t stop looking out for you. You’re dispensable to him,” he told me in a lowered tone.
I decided that it was best not to tell him that I met Mateja when I went shopping with Sarah and that he purchased a wardrobe for me.
“He has a branding empire—his jaw tightened—“and he’s practically an anonymous figure. It’s not normal.”
“Wait! An empire?” I stopped myself, wishing that I hadn’t blurted out that question. I didn’t think about the essentials, such as doing a criminal background check on him.
He rolled one of his shoulders and sucked his teeth at me. “Yeah, an empire. He’s thirty-nine years old.” He grimaced. “Too old for you! He’s one of the shrewdest men in New York City. I googled him while I was waiting for you.” Twenty-nine and a multi-millionaire? I hate men. Most of them really age better than women. He looked twenty-five years of age. And that was being generous. “Yeah, don’t let the youthful appearance fool you. You can…get that all you claim to but what happens when you sink? How’s your…um…relationship with him going to fair with your emotional sobriety?
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The following three days were a blur for me. I was busy, but I couldn’t honestly say what made each day different without my little notepad. Mateja only texted me once, to make sure that any conflict between Brayden and I settled. He didn’t have to care about me. If he didn’t care, if he wasn’t attentive, I’d have qualms about being with him again. Brayden was still worried about me, but he didn’t seem angry with me anymore. We enjoyed breakfast and late dinners together. Early in the mornings, I continued going to introductory to yoga classes, relishing in the fact that I was beginning to feel less strain and stiffness when I moved. My body even felt toner and more flexible in such a short period of time.
Sending my applications, making visits, and having informational interviews made one thing clear to me; I still wanted to work in the public relations/ branding industry. For the past six months, especially as graduation neared, I was ambivalent as to whether or not it was still my passion. I liked the idea of helping people revamp or improve their public image, especially after working as an Administrative Assistant for an entertainment agent for my last year of college. It was a very exciting experience—meeting really good, publicists, managers, personal assistants, and other agents. When certain clients required the teamwork of almost every employee, I helped directly in managing a crisis, well many crises actually.
Mateja Guvo, a leader in many facets of business, technology, real estate, and lifestyle branding was indeed a multi-millionaire. Financial experts predicted that he was on path to becoming a billionaire. He owned a lot of profitable real estate and made very good investments. Apparently, he was a silent partner in a major television production company and a chunk of corporate businesses, surprising many people when he became powerful because they didn’t see it coming. In five years his net-worth quadrupled.
Limited information was provided about his upbringing. Much was unknown about his upbringing. No other relatives were listed. He graduated from an accelerated high school course at sixteen years of age. In most of the photos of him online, he stood out and he did have a beautiful woman on his arm in most of the photos.
Tonight was pleasantly quiet. A trace of cooked food was in the air. Recalling Sarah’s text message, I smiled: Have a VERY good night. I was nervous. I blabbed with Luego when he escorted me to the limousine and he wished me good luck. Mateja’s chauffeur came to pick me up, the second time I had ever been in a limousine. This one, however, was a big stretched Hummer limousine with chrome rims, a bit over the top for my taste. It smelled like fresh leather. A cheerleading team could comfortably fit inside, with the lighted dance floor, bar areas, and the high ceiling. In the middle, gaming systems were locked in a see-through cabin. The dim lighting gave the setting a romantic quality.
“Good evening, Ms. Salins,” a man’s voice came out of the speakers. “I am Benjamin, your chauffeur for this evening. Please help yourself to any of the refreshments.”
I pressed the button to speak to him. “Nice to meet you, Benjamin. Please call me Rebecca.”
He took off his rectangular cap and I looked at him through the front mirror. A slight smile ghosted over his face and I looked into midnight blue eyes and gray irises, with a sun kiss touch to his skin. He was a very attractive older man. “Okay, Rebecca.” He pressed a button and closed his tinted windows.
Mildly disappointed that I didn’t enter the car to find Mateja inside, I lolled on the wide leather seat. In front of me, I was tempted by the big bottles of Scotch, Rum, and Vodka. I didn’t need to smell the liquids in order to identify them. Some dry fruits and pretzels and gluten free bars were fanned out in small pre-packaged colorfully decorated baggies.
Even though, I wanted some liquid courage, I decided against it for
tonight. Twirling the glass of ice-cold water in my hand, I studiously watched the condensation drip from the edges of the bottles.
When the limousine pulled up front of the condominium complex, I did a double take; it was different from all of the other ones in the area. It was a sprawling space, which must have been recently renovated. If I remembered correctly, it was one of the smallest pre-war Condominiums, comprised of studios, bedrooms, and three “specialty” penthouses.
The style of this building was a complete contrast to his hotel. Overstuffed silhouette and a masculine feel from the front of the building and in the lobby without an earthy element to it at all. Each of the sofas had uniquely shaped armrests, all the same height, but all upholstered in leather, an outward curve on top in different sizes and directions. I sat at the railroad shaped white and black and gold lined ottoman.
“Rebecca. ” I glanced up, feeling flutters in my stomach. Mateja looked incredible in his button down auburn shirt, and low-rise fitted bootleg designer jeans. When we entered the elevator he asked how I was doing.
My hands began to get clammy with nervous excitement. He seemed so approachable, but not relaxed. “I am…alright.”
“Honesty. I find it very sexy.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.
“How about you Mateja?” I stared at the tips of my French manicure.
His smile was wide and warm: approval.
“Better. I like the way you say my name—in and out of the bedroom, Rebecca.” And then there was the way he said my name, somewhere between gentle and authoritative, very much pleasing me. I flushed as I quickly remembered our intimate encounters and none of them were in a bedroom.
We got off on the eighth floor. With a firm hand on the small of my back, he led me into his apartment. It was eerily quiet and cool inside.
CHAPTER 10
The kitchen was located on the left side of the main floor; it was modest, with wooden chairs, a sleek granite island, and gray tile flooring. On the left side of his apartment, there were spiral stairs.
The living room was spacious and decorated with dark colors to emphasize its rectangular shape. The painting was off white throughout the main floor. There were two dark brown leather sofas in the middle, with small oak wood coffee tables beside each couch. Egg shaped light bulbs were in the middle of the living room. This rest of his apartment looked warm too. For minutes, he watched me walk around his apartment.
“Too cold in here?”
“Yes.”
He turned off the air conditioner, returned to me, and took off my peacot and my scarf.
“I thought we were going to meet at your hotel.”
“Isn’t a man allowed to change his mind?” I bobbed my head at him and he laughed. “I want to create new memories. Let’s start the night off right.”
“Right.”
“Stand in the middle of the room.” I complied. My back faced him. “Pencil skirts fit your hips and pear ass perfectly. And you wore your hair down, just the way I like it.” I closed my eyes, getting lost in his low husky sound. “Open your eyes.”
Looking straight ahead, his eyes met mine through our reflection in the glass window. He was close enough to hear, but his body was too far away for my liking.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” he said. “Was the ride over here okay?”
“Yes.” His eyes lingered over my body, seeming to know that my concentration was on the brink of mushiness.
“There’s an envelope on the desk.” I followed his eyes. He caught me off guard and I had a chance to compose myself. I went to the desk and opened it up: three sheets of paper with blood test results, all taken three days ago. “The lab got my results in fast.”
“Yeah, you don’t say! I’ve had to wait months to get my results back from my family healthcare practitioner.”
He made a motion with his head. “My doctor sent my blood to a private lab; they always expedite things for me. It’s a perk I am fortunate to have.”
“You don’t have any sexually transmitted infections.” I looked through the other two sheets of paper. He had a battery of test done, with summary of results from the two Technicians on the last page.
“You needed to know about my sexual health,” he explained.
“I did think about it,” I admitted.
“You’ve been thinking about it,” he corrected me. “I am trying to meet your needs, remember? Now we can both fully enjoy ourselves.”
“You don’t have my results,” I pointed out.
“No. I’d have you take all the test if I wanted you to. I know that I can trust you about this.”—He gave me a firm and stern look—“Are you on birth control?”
“I take the pill. I’ve never missed a day.”
“Good,” he said. “Those patent leather heels make me want to bite into your calves gazed up at me. “And drag you to me until you’re stretched wide, ass up, and I am buried deep inside you.” He licked his lips, reminding me when I begged for his cock.
“Oh,” I murmured, already accustomed to his graphic words. Wearing heels no longer seemed like a chore to me.
Behind me within the timeframe of the turn of my head, he ran his hands down the sides of my body, on the undersides of my breasts. Even though my face was fixed without an expression, my body was responsive to him. And that conveyed everything that he needed to know. Pulling me against him, he buried his face in my hair.
“Mateja.”
“I am here, Rebecca,” he said breathily.
Deep and somewhat sharp tips of his fingernails chafed along my back. He exposed my neck and the base of my chin to the soft moisture of his lips.
Mateja’s hands ran down the front of my body, eagerly divesting me of my blouse, while releasing the clasps of my bra at the same time. My breast stiffened to the contact of his fingers. He grazed his nails on each of my shoulders and sides of my back. Pleasure shot straight to my mound.
He removed his shirt and I curved into him more. He rubbed the hardness of his length against the cleft of my backside. “Never be ashamed of these,” he murmured, aggressively squeezing my breasts. “And this.” He cupped my ass in his hands. Bringing down my skirt to my feet, I stepped out of them and bent over.
“One of the best views of you.”
With a graceful movement, he lifted my feet off of the ground, cradling me with his corded neck and muscled shoulders, flexing. Setting me on his spiral staircase, I bent my knees on the lower steps, only my forest green panty clung one side of my body. I still had my patent leather heels still on.
“Eyes straight ahead.”
He widened my legs to the width of the staircase and he glided over me. At the same time, I fed my nipples into his mouth and he laved at me. He massaged the lips of my sex when he pinched my nipples with one hand, making my back arch, and pushing my nipple into his mouth. When the warmness of his body finally came into firm contact with mine, I sought him with the upward tilt of my head.
“Ahhh…and you’re getting wetter and wetter.” He rubbed his swollen cock on my navel, showing me want I had yet to experience in my core. He grazed his nails along the juncture of my thighs. Mateja’s skilled tongue cleaved through my folds, the pads of fingers rubbing and nipping at the sensitive my nub.
“I need you,” I cried out.
When his pressure and pace between his tongue and fingers were too much, my vagina clenched and I climaxed.
He murmured against my wetness. I grabbed onto the sides of a step. “Taste. Perfect.” And then he began stroking himself, his nosy movements echoed in my ears. The sounds of him stimulating himself and tonguing me, made me hungrier for him.
“God…Mateja,” I moaned, tears trickled down my cheeks as he continued to pleasure the both of us at the same time. No longer able to resist, I rocked back into his tongue, which was quickly replaced by the invasion of his three long fingers inside me. The stairs rubbed into my back, irritating my skin. But I didn’t c
are. He briefly watched me and then he shut his eyes as his was building himself up to his own climax.
Heaving in breathes, he stroked faster. One of the most beautiful sights to feast on was Mateja self-stroking. Sweat flowed from his temples down to his face.
“You’re too perfect for words” I moaned, couldn’t even attempt to speak. “Mateja gasped for air along with me.
One more push against his persistent fingers and my entire body shuddered. My sex convulsed on his fingers. He pressed his hand over my mound softly, rubbing up and down from my cleft to my core.
“Huh?” I thought I heard him say something else, but I was lost to the intense quivers running up and down my whole body.
“Never go bare down there,” he said gravelly, pressing the palm of his hand flat against my core. “Or remove the little trail along your bottom.” He brought his hand back, laying one of his fingers in my ass.
