by Eden Rose
"Savannah! Oh my stars! You are alive!" This is what is said as he charged at me to give me a hug. I looked down and seen he had flowers in a paper bag. Ronnie spun me in a circle before setting me on my feet and giving me a loud kiss on my cheek. " I'm so happy to see you. Vincent has been worried about you."
I looked down at those flowers and my stomach got sick. Just to think that Anne will be receiving the romantic side of flowers while I got "go fuck yourself" flowers. Ronnie caught my eyes and smiled. Poor guy. I shouldn't take this out on him.
"Ronnie, its been a pleasure to see you too. I see you are here for Anne." The home phone rang as I led Ronnie to the couch. As he walked past my flowers in the box, he pointed to them. "My husband sent those to me. Isn't he the most romantic man ever?" I said with a tone laced with sarcasm.
The voice-mail started to click on as I curled into a ball on the couch. Ronnie looked down at me as if I were about to cry. As I shrugged, the message started to project. Mostly the same as always, however this one said a few things different.
"Fuck Savannah! You could at least call and say thank you for the flowers I sent you. Or are you only running with those guys now? Why can't you just talk to me? Maybe we don't have to go through this after all. I love you, Mrs. Castile."
I looked at Ronnie and shrugged. "Don't marry someone just because they are pregnant with your child. It is not always the best idea. I'm going to take a bath. You and Anne enjoy your night. Don't let me ruin it for you." The home phone rang again as I walked into my bedroom and fell against the door as I shut it.
Why do I always have to do this to myself? I should just get rid of voice-mail and then that way, I won't have to hear him anymore. Seven years of marriage and he is now leaving some nasty messages. My bedroom door is being knocked on before I could get undressed, I rolled my eyes with annoyance.
"Who is it?" I expected it to be Anne. I'm wrong.
"Its Ronnie. Please open the door. I think you need to talk to me."
I opened the door surprised that Anne is sitting on the couch and let him come talk to me. "Is there something I can help you with?" I asked as I walked to my bed trying to be as nice as I could.
I sat on my bed and slipped my slippers off. Still standing in the door way he began to speak. "What are you doing with Vincent? He thinks you are mad at him. Do you not like him or is this always about sex?"
That question is a stab in my heart. How do I answer it without sounding vulnerable? "In the beginning it is about sex. I have only slept with one person and you see how well that turned out. I refuse to be dependent on a man again. Its not something that I'm willing to do. Vincent should find a different comare, one who doesn't have an estranged husband calling every night and sending a dozen black roses." I started to choke when I said those last words about Vincent finding someone new. I didn't want to admit that I'm really beginning to like him..
"What is the symbolism behind black roses? I can't imagine someone just sending those roses to another person."
Another punch to the gut. "When I was at the hospital to giving birth to my baby, Joel came into my room with a dozen black roses. As soon as I seen him with those, my baby died." Ronnie started to walk towards me but I put my hand up to stop him. "Vincent doesn't need to know about this. Please don't tell him."
Ronnie grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "You should really give the guy a chance. Yes, his career path is unorthodox, but he takes care of his people and he is faithful. Please just give him a call to let him know that you are alive." I shrugged and slipped my slippers back on. "Can you at least tell me if you are still coming to the wedding? If you aren't, I will call Bethany to have her put the dress back on the rack."
He walked off as Anne is calling him. I waved at him and he waved back. That conversation made me feel worse. Was it supposed to make me feel better? I do like Vincent, a lot but... I don't even know.
When I'm alone, I started the bath. After turning the water up so it is hot, I lit some candles and put some jazz on the radio. I got out of the sweats and then climbed in. The water is so hot that it almost burned. Within moments, my muscles started to relax and I shut my eyes to get the whole calming effect.
My mind wandered off to when Vincent ate me out. His tongue on me is so delicious that before I knew it, my fingers were in between my thighs. I touched myself to the memory of him on top of me and me on top of him. When I'm about to come, my sex bucked against my hand and I lost control.
About an hour later, I climbed out and took a look at myself. My eyes were puffy from trying not to cry. Man up, Savannah! I yelled at myself.
After my teeth were brushed, I changed into some comfy silk pajamas. In a matter of seconds after I crawled into bed, I'm asleep. Not sure how long I'm asleep, but I awoke when my bed moved. I'm not afraid which is weird, and I reached my hand out.
"Anne? Snuggle me." I heard some shoes drop on the floor. This couldn't have been Anne. We don't wear shoes in our house. "Who is there?" Now I'm afraid.
"Baby doll. I have been so worried about you." Vincent. He is in my room. Now he is sitting on my bed. I never expected to feel so happy to see him, I guessed I missed him. By pulling my comforter back, I invited him into my bed. He climbed in and immediately held me. This felt divine. "Why haven't you been answering my texts or calls? I have been so worried about you. If Ronnie wouldn't have told me he seen you today I would have gone insane."
He isn't the only one going insane. It isn't until this moment that I realized Vincent has worked himself into me and I'm only making us miserable by being... wait for it. Wait for it.
Okay, Jesus! Stubborn.
I took a deep breath and backed my booty into his stomach so we could spoon cuddle. " I'm sorry, Vincent. I have had a tough week. Ronnie didn't tell you anything, right?" I hope Ronnie didn't. Vincent probably thinks I'm crazy already.
"He did," Vincent replied by strengthening his grip around my waist.
"He promised he wouldn't," I honestly don't know why I'm disappointed that Ronnie told Vincent. Ronnie doesn't have loyalty to me or anything but he is dating my best friend. That must count for something, right? " I'm sorry. I totally understand if you want to leave. People have told me that I'm not relationship material." Tears choked my words and as much to my horror, tears escaped my eyes.
Vincent took a deep breath and got really close to my ear. "What do you want from me?"
"I wanted us to be a one night thing. Now I'm not sure. We haven't even been on a real date. All we have done is be drunk around each other. I don't know much about you." My breath started to catch while talking to him. I felt awful for having to be so cold. "What is it that you want from me, if its sex we already did that. If its to get back at Joel, he won't ever stop. Or are you pursuing this so you can embarrass me in front of my clients, you already did that."
I felt the energy change in our snuggling. "Well, I expected this to be a one night thing too. You blew my mind how confident you were that night. I have never snuggled with a woman after sex. I don't want us to be just sex. Granted, that is a plus." He chuckled and I realized we were no longer whispering. "If you want something casual where we only have sex, I can't give that to you. I care about you. And your client... Well, I know him. He is part of the Dice Family. A rival of ours. I felt as if he is trying to set me off by touching you in the store. I'm sorry you felt as if I'm trying to humiliate you." A twinge of jealousy caked his words and my heart softened.
"Vincent, if we are going to do anything with this, you can't interfere with my work. He made me a very wealthy woman this week by my selling his penthouse and his buying one. I have bills to pay and I need those clients."
He snuggled closer to me and kissed my shoulder blade. "I understand. I just hope you know how much it bothers me that other families can get that close to you."
"This is my job. I enjoy it and make money from these people that have a stupid amount of money. Please, if you want me, you have to trust me. I'm giving you a lot of
trust by having you in my bed. You have killed before! Now, I'm trusting you." I'm a stupid woman. Wait! "How did you get in here? What time is it?"
"Anne called me and asked me to come over. She is worried about you. Also, Ronnie is really upset about what happened to you. He didn't know what to do to help you. I'm having a meeting with the under boss about new family members so I couldn't come right away. Savannah, its only eleven."
"Why do you call me your comare? Can I just be your lady friend? When you call me that I feel like a prostitute working a cheap hotel."
"I call you that because it means you are mine. No one else in the family can claim you. Does that make sense?" Man, his accent made me want to jump his bones.
"I guess. So basically everyone thinks I'm your girlfriend? Sounds so high school. Are you sure you don't want to wait for my divorce to go through?"
"Quit talking nonsense and go to sleep." I did sleep. Very well actually.
*Chapter 11*
When I woke up, Vincent is sitting up in the bed and on his phone. It looked like he is texting or maybe he is emailing. I placed my hand out and yanked the phone out his hands. I threw his phone to the other side of me and heard is swish.
"Pay attention to me." I pulled the covers back a little to show that I'm wearing some skimpy pajamas. Looks like he caught on.
"You are right, this is much better than replying to emails." Vincent slumped down on the bed and ran his hand up my body. "Do you feel like I'm not giving you enough attention, baby doll? Let me change that for you."
My sex got immediately soaked. "Good, I need some attention to be paid to particular areas of my body. I think you remember from a few days ago on where those areas were, don't you?" I tried to sound so confident and a matter of fact to see if he would play along.
" I'm pretty sure that this is an area." Vincent kissed my neck and ran his hand down it to have me tilt it back further. "Maybe here is another area." That amazing mouth then grazed my lips and slipped down to my chest. He sucked and licked my chest so carefully that it made me arch my back. "I take it you enjoyed that, right?" His hand dropped further down to my waistband and lightly tugged at it. "This area especially enjoys some attention. Let's see if I can make it happy." Those fingers started to push down my shorts and lightly brush my sex. As my body is obviously showing my enjoyment, his finger slid into my place that is so ready for him.
"Looks like you remember, baby," I said and he immediately got more aggressive with his hands. I bucked my hips as he reached my clit with his finger. "Oh! That feels so good." Vincent massaged my clit for a few moments as my moaning got louder. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. His tongue followed and that is a rap. I couldn't stand it.
"Inside me, now!" I screamed as I came all over his tongue.
"Baby doll, let me pay attention to those areas." Damn that accent. Holy fuck is it hot! My sex started to ache and moans turned into pleas. "What is it that you want now?"
"Do I have to ask? Come on here!"
"You don't ask, you don't receive. I'm really hoping you ask the right favor." His huge erection hit my thigh and I got desperate.
"You know what I want! Come on! Give me it!" I screamed and opened my legs wider as an invite.
"Okay, I will let you win just this once." At the end of his declarative sentence, he pushed himself into my hole which accepted him with the welcome flags. He started to find a rhythm as he went in and out. "Do you like this? Do you want it slow or fast?" As he asked if I wanted it slow, he slowed his thrusts down and vice versa for fast.
"Is there a medium? I want to sit back and enjoy the ride." He picked up his pace and placed my ankles on his shoulders. Oh my word, this is amazing. My sex tightened on his dick and my moaning got louder. Who cares if Anne sleeps right next to my room!
"Baby doll, I love the way you feel underneath me. Don't come yet. I want you to enjoy yourself." Fucking Vincent slowed his pace down and I let out a hiss of disapproval.
The thrusts got more exaggerated, my moaning is louder as he went deeper into me. My eyes started to roll back. "Don't... stop. Please!" I begged as I'm about to release. His thrusts went slower and he started to kiss me. I hissed again. I didn't want him to slow down. "Faster!" I screamed as I slapped his chest. "I want to come all over you!" With that, I came. In a matter of four thrusts, he came too.
"Was that so hard?" I asked as I sat up after he got off me. "Maybe next time you won't be on your phone when you are supposed to be... at my disposal."
"Well, hello Ms. Cocky. I love it." He leaned over to kiss me. "What are you doing today?" He asked as I climbed out of bed to go start the shower and he disposed of the condom.
"I need another client. I'm hoping that today I can network with Anne. We want to go on vacation or get a pet."
"Whatever you wish, my dear. Just say the word." With that he got back on his phone.
Whatever I wish? Well, I wish for Vincent to be chained to my bed so he can become my sex slave. I wonder if he would be willing to grant that wish. "You didn't learn your lesson the first time, did you? You were one of those kids that touched the hot stove even after your mother told you not to, weren't you?"
"Only if you knew."
I showered and came out smelling fresh. I found a pencil skirt in the closet and slipped it on over a lacy thong. I picked a bra that pushed my boobs up very high, and picked a tight shirt to enhance it. After finding the black and yellow pumps, I squirted on some perfume. I quickly dried my hair and wrapped it into a loose pony. A quick application of make up and I glanced at myself in the mirror. Go take over the market, Savannah! Mexico sounds amazing.
I opened the door to the living room to see Ronnie and Vincent reading the paper at our table and Anne putting on her shoes. I sauntered my over sexed ass from my bedroom to the kitchen. Nobody looked at me besides Anne. While she smiled at me, she looked so happy. I sat down next to here and hugged her.
"Thanks for butting in, bitch."
She laughed and hugged me back. "From the sounds of it, I wasn't the only one that butted in." I laughed and playfully slapped her. "What are we doing tonight? Deluca's for dinner to celebrate our amazing week?"
"Yes, that sounds like so much fun! Annie, you come up with the best ideas." I passed the box and kicked it with my high heeled foot. The box bounced off the wall and I heard it tear.
"So gentlemen, what are your plans for today?" Anne asked while walking towards me to get coffee.
"We actually have some good news for you ladies. Vinny is selling his condo in Manhattan. We think you should go and list it." Ronnie said and Vincent nodded. "His condo is very nice. Vinny is moving down the street from... well, you two." Ronnie had a look of disgust.
"You don't want him to live over here? Ronnie, what's the matter?" Anne asked while pouring coffee into a cup.
" I'm surprised that he would be slumming it over this side of the bridge," I said with sarcasm.
"Very funny, Savannah." Vincent still hasn't said anything to me. Did I do something wrong? Ronnie didn't seem like he is laughing. Asshole.
Vincent didn't acknowledge me at all. I began to become annoyed. I'm trying to look sexy to him.
Ronnie finally said something which made me feel better. "Anne, you and Savannah look ravishing. Too bad you will have to attend your meeting alone with Vinny."
"What are you going to do?" Anne looked crushed. Poor thing. She has it bad already.
"We have business to attend to," Ronnie said.
"Vague much?" That is my reply. You guys want to play games, bring it.
"I can't tell you all of our secrets." Vincent still hasn't said anything.
My personal phone rang, and I walked over to my purse to fish it out. "Savannah Castile."
"Hi, Mrs. Castile. My name is Richard Millstone. I received a recommendation for you and your partner's great work with Mark Stilarno. His new home is beautiful. I'm looking to buy a penthouse in the upper east side of Manhattan. Do you think
you and Miss Thomas will be available?"
"First things first, its Ms. and, yes I think we can be of service. Mr. Stilarno is a great customer of ours. Mr. Millstone, when would be a good time to discuss the logistics?" Vincent's head finally snapped up. He looked at me and then pulled out his phone. He is a freaking head trip.
"Are you available for tonight or tomorrow?" Millstone asked as Vincent came up behind me and took my phone and put it on speaker. He carefully brushes my waist after he set my phone on the counter. I shivered as he lightly tickled me. "Also, Mr. Stilarno has a thank you gift for you and Miss Thomas. He got it from Tiffany's. Its beautiful."
I bet its very gorgeous but due to how Vincent is tensing, I think he has different ideas.
