Winning Her Back

by Ellen Hutton

  Chapter 2

  VALERIE

  "What do you need that kind of money for? Are you planning to start a business I don't know of? Are you in any kind of trouble I should know of?" Kevin asked.

  Still worn out and distressed, I said "No, Kevin… not a business. And no, I'm not in any kind of trouble you should know of; I'm not in any kind of trouble actually"

  "Then what would you need such a huge amount of money for?" Are you sure nothing is wrong? You can tell me; I will make sure to handle it" He said sweetly.

  This immediately reminded me of why I fell for him in the first place. He is my boss and I was dating his brother but none of that could stop the strong connection that kept on growing between the both of us.

  "I know, Kevin. Thanks. But I think this is probably the best way to handle it.

  You could give it as a loan and take it out in installments from my salary; I don't mind"

  "No, it’s nothing. But promise me you are not in any kind of trouble, Valerie" he said, looking intently at me, trying to read whatever was encrypted in my expression.

  "I promise, Kevin"

  "I will write you a check then, first thing tomorrow morning. Okay?"

  "Now, can you smile and come closer; I've not been able to get my mind off you all day" he said as he pulled me into his arms and gave me a quick tickle. I burst into wild uncontrollable laughter, the distress that was probably visible on my face some moments ago vanishing. I planted a long, passionate kiss on his lips, he drew me closer, tighter. His warm body… he switched off the lights.

  "You can have the day off tomorrow" he whispered.

  Oh my God, despite his bossy attitude, Kevin was so caring. He was so thoughtful and he seemed to trust me. He offered not just to help me with the money but he also gave me the day off. I leaned in to kiss him so deeply that even surprised him. I wanted to assure him that even if he ever got to know about what I was doing for Greg, I loved him too much to let him go… or at least I was telling myself that because Kevin had no idea what had prompted such a deep kiss.

  My desires boiled deep within me. I leaned in again and kissed him full on the lips. He responded... devouring my lips with his sugar filled mouth. I tasted heaven on earth and my own nectar. We kissed like we would die if our lips ever separated. He clutched my cheeks with both palms and sucked the essence out of my tongue with his. Right there, we recalled that oxygen was needed to survive... we broke off the kiss and started breathing like we were just rescued from drowning. Then we started laughing... laughing at the game of kisses we were playing... laughing at each other's laughter, and laughing at what was to come.

  He leaned in this time and impulsively, my lips parted. He placed his in mine, and put his hand on my shoulder. He ran his right hand down my arm, and let it rest on my waist. He let it go back and circled his hand over my bum. My breathing became quicker and deeper. His eyes darkened.

  I turned and took it step by step, inching closer and closer to the bed room. His arms were rolled across my waist, and met just below my belly button. He secured me like I was his prize. I could almost hear his heart beat... thump by thump.

  I pushed the door open, enjoyed by the sight of my neatly made bed. Images already began to form in my head of how the bed would look after the events of tonight.

  I felt his manliness just above my lower back as he clung to me like a baby who would not let his mother go. I was elated by the hardness of it. My body was ready and willing to harness all the powers it possessed.

  We fell gently to the bed. He raised his knee and ran it through my laps while kissing my neck. Soon he was on my breasts lightly squeezing them and fondling my tips. I moaned. Oh God! It felt so good

  Chapter 3

  KEVIN

  It was 7pm. I got back and didn't meet Valerie home. Her number has been unreachable for the past two hours now. Driving home was a Herculean task as a lot of thoughts kept rushing through my mind and getting home in one piece without my car damaged, was no mole hill. She had looked really disturbed the previous day… plus the thirty thousand dollars she asked for.

  Even if she promised all was well, I could have sworn something was up. I dialed her number 2 more times and it kept taking me to voicemail.

  "Shit!" I spat out. "Not today! What the hell could be going on?" thoughts uncontrollably breezed through my mind.

  I scrolled down trying to see if I had Helen's number or that of Natasha; I could not remember ever talking to neither of them on phone. I guessed I did it out of impulse.

  "Damn it! She could have stopped over at her place to pick some stuff", I thought to myself. "How come I never thought of that?" I said under my breath. I grabbed my car keys, stepped out of the building and start to drive out. It was a long, anxious drive. Valerie had tried reaching me twice along the way; three calls each on both occasions. Six times it reached my voicemail.

  "Not now", I said aloud as the calls came in time after time.

  About twenty minutes driving, I could sight Valerie's apartment on the far end of the arrays of houses on the left side of the road. I pulled over and heaved a huge sigh of relief and anxiety of uncertainty. The lights in her apartment were on. It wasn't that obvious; the lights were dimmed by the curtains behind the windows but I was certain the lights were on. I stepped out of my car, still wondering what could have gone wrong with her phone; why she hadn't found a way to at least get across; if she was indeed in there. I walked slowly, thoughts still flying in. I got on the steps in front of her apartment. I noticed the front door was slightly open; I pushed it further open.

  I noticed two figures seated on the couch. I immediately recognized Valerie and was relieved. I sighed. And then the other image was of a guy that I couldn't make out at first.

  I walked closer and they noticed my presence. Their attention shifted to me and the image of the other person became clearer to me. I saw his face as he looked back at me with bulging eyes. My veins tightened... my face tightened... my fists tightened.

  "What is he doing here?" I barked when I saw the face of my brother.

  Valerie rushed to her feet towards my direction, hoping to get in between. Apparently, she had read my mind.

  "I said; what is he doing here!"

  "Kevin, calm down… I can explain. It's not what you think"

  "Don't tell me to calm down; what is he doing here!" I made towards his direction.

  He got up to his feet and moved backwards apparently trying to avoid a confrontation but I wasn't having that. My fists had been prepared for war, and war they were going to get.

  I edged closer, violently moving Valerie out of the way.

  "Kevin, will you stop this now!" Valerie screamed in an annoyance soaked voice from behind me.

  I stopped in my strides. I looked back and then forth towards his direction with anger clearly written on my face. I was furious! His hands were up in a surrender fashion. I shook my head, retreated, and stared at Valerie before darting out of her apartment. She ran, calling after me. I got in my car and drove off.

  VALERIE

  "I'm sorry Kevin. I should have told you from the onset but I did not know how you would take it" I said, trying to start a conversation. I really needed him to say something... anything; yell at me, snap, anything would do just fine at the moment.

  "He was going to be murdered; I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. Please Kevin talk to me"

  He kept punching into his phone, paying no attention to my existence.

  I was starting to get sick and tired of his attitude. I totally get that I was at fault for not letting him know but I had valid reasons for it; and those reasons in the last hour had manifested a great deal.

  "This was the exact same reason I never told you!" I screamed at him, knocking his phone off his fist.

  "Your bossy attitude was always going to get in the way; I'm getting sick of it. We either talk now or you can totally just forget it."

  H
e sighed, took a quick glance at me and made to pick his phone.

  I knocked it further off.

  "You have to talk to me" I said.

  He made to pick his phone up again; I pushed it further.

  Out of nowhere, he swung up towards me and thundered "You should have just admitted you still had a thing for him!"

  That was supposed to hurt me. If he had said those words seventy two hours ago, I would have been hurt by that statement. But sadly, I wasn't hurt. Perhaps because I felt like I did the right thing only with the wrong the process.

  I should have told him all along but I was almost certain it wouldn't go down well with him.

  With his bossy attitude, he was going to try to boss me out of helping... plus he was jealous as fuck.

  "Gosh, I wish things turned out different" I thought to myself.

  I gave one last effort before walking out of his sight straight to the bedroom.

  **

  Three days had passed and nothing had changed. As a matter of fact, it only grew worse. Kevin wasn't listening to anything I said. Or he was listening, but he wouldn't just cut a fat stack off his pride to accept that it was indeed an innocent intention.

  I had tried for three days, trying to come to terms with him; make him see reasons why I did what I did; how Greg' life was in danger and he was going to get killed if he hadn't come up with the money. He grew even angrier knowing that the money I asked was to settle Greg' debt.

  I wondered how the events would have played out if it wasn't Greg in the picture; he would have encouraged it; I was certain. He is a generous personality. On so many occasions he had given large chunk of aid to the less privileged in the society.

  I kept telling myself I saved a life; even if he was a stupid lying ass person. But he didn't just deserve to get murdered like that. At least now, he had been able to pay Ray off and Ray could back off.

  He had left my apartment and he was now safe living in his, instead of that life of looking over his shoulders on the streets and out his windows, hiding behind the curtains from his home.

  He could start afresh now. I did not care about that part of his life anyway. He just did not deserve to get killed. No one does. No one deserves also to be lied to. It wasn't as if I told a lie though; I just did not let him in on all the details because I feared his reception and the aftermath. I gave one last trial.

  "Kevin, I wanted to let you know I would be taking a few things back to my apartment"

  "Suit yourself"

  "Really?" I said under my breath.

  "You are not going try to stop me?"

  "Suit your fucking self" he said again.

  "Fuck! I really wish you would just calm down, take some minutes to see things from my own end. I did it out of innocent intentions, Kevin. In the last three days I have said practically the same thing because that's exactly what it is"

  There was great silence. Neither of us said anything for about fifteen seconds. It played out longer in my head; I could have sworn it seemed like an eternity of silence.

  "You aren't going to say anything?"

  Phooey! I exclaimed.

  I got angry and walked out the front door, slamming the door behind me. I went back a few minutes later and angrily walked to the bedroom; got a few clothing items and stormed out! I stormed in a few seconds later, walked towards his direction, threw his ring at him and stormed out again!

  "Fucking jerk" I muttered as I breezed out of the door and slammed it behind me.

  Chapter 4

  KEVIN

  The thought of Natasha being with Greg was overwhelming my brain. It was Saturday but I was in my office, all alone, trying to get some work done to take my mind off all of it. But it didn't seem to be working. My assistant, Nancy, whom I knew had an interest in me, kept on making advances at me, noticing my vulnerable state. She was quite beautiful and I have to admit that I have thought about getting with her a couple of times. I flung the file in front of me across the table and all the papers in it scattered around my office. I was furious and unable to control the thoughts that ran rampage in my mind. I felt betrayed by Valerie. I never thought that I would ever feel this way about Valerie. She was supposed to be perfect. Even while I was angry, my dick still twitched at the thought of her, and it vexed me even more to think that that ghetto ass punk was having his way with her yet again.

  I got up from my chair and stormed out of my office, leaving the building completely and driving myself to the only person I knew that I could talk with and wouldn't be overly emotional for me or say any stupid stuff that people say to make others feel better.

  Nancy was home and eager to listen to me. Even as I talked about how hurt I was, she still kept on reminding me of her own modeling deals that I had not put my signature on yet. That was who she was.

  "Well, I never liked that bitch. If you had stuck with me and we just kept on keeping ourselves happy, you wouldn't be here feeling all gloomy and shit" she said.

  "You know how I feel about her, Nancy. Don’t you ever call her a bitch in front of me ever again! And two of us, that's over. I am getting married"

  "You were getting married, darling" she chortled.

  "It doesn't change a thing" I said.

  "Well, that doesn't mean I can't make you feel better like I always know how to. We don't need to have any entanglement before I make you feel better" she said, and walked towards me.

  She leaned in and tried to plant a kiss on my lips but I declined and got up. I left her house and went to the nearby bar to drink myself to whatever would be left of me. Finally it was night and I had gulped down so many rounds.

  The night was quiet. The moon was clear; illuminating everything it touched, even the car refracted the light. As I climbed out, I felt very tired and my mind was clouded. I found myself in autopilot mode as I sauntered towards my apartment. The light from the moon guided my path to my door. Inserting my key in the lock, it was met with resistance. I started tugging and twisting on the key until it finally gave up and sprung open. As the door swung open my nose was met by a strange but pleasant smell.

  As I walked through the door, I thought that the furniture appeared to be out of place. In the fog of it all, my brain was unable to process the data, and I put it down to fatigue and I wasn’t going to worry about it all now, my bed was needed me. I cursed my drunk mind as I stubbed my toe, only to perceive that smell again, much stronger this time. Perfume I thought, ignoring it as I removed my jacket and tossed it aside.

  I staggered into the kitchen, grabbed the nearest glass and ran myself a glass of water to help with my drunken state. Drinking in one fluid movement, I placed the glass down with a thump. In a swift movement, I removed my tie and shirt, allowing them to drop to the floor, with the intention of cleaning up in the morning. Half dressed I moved towards the bathroom, disrobing as I moved. Now I picked up another smell, Valerie’s I thought, unable to recall if she was staying.

  Continuing like a programmed robot I entered the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. The image projected back was not my mental image, but a naked body of solid muscle. As I moved into the bedroom, I saw an outline on the bed. A smile broke out over my face and excitement rose in my loins. Flicking open the curtains, I allowed moonlight to wash over the room, now confirming that Valerie was in my bed.

  For a moment I stood staring at her, all warm and wrapped up in the duvet. Slipping into the bed, hoping not to disturb, I found her perfume intoxicating. Slipping lower into the bed, I turned to her as the citrus smell became stronger.

  I played with those long curly strands of hair, twisting around my finger at the same time, something else stirred, wanting to play despite my tired body, something else was saying different. I was so happy to see Valerie on my bed, just the way that I wanted her. She had finally come to her senses and had decided to return to my house.

  I accepted her apology in my drunken mind. I stopped my movement, as she stirred
and moved towards me. She placed her backside towards me, nestling into my groin region and released a small moan. Moving my hand away from her hair, I began stroking her arm. In return, she breathed deeper and nestled further into me. As my fingers began to explore, a breast emerged in view. I teased it as the nipple continued to harden at my touch.

  As I continued to tease it with my fingertips, squeezing it harder while making circles, in amazement, it became bigger. She turned to face me in her sleep. I didn’t stop. I was so immersed in her enlarging nipple and swelling breast that I soon began to tease it with my mouth, sucking and biting it, while my other hand sort out the other and commenced similar treatment on that. Sudden movement below caused me to increase my breath as she grabbed hold of my shaft and began stroking the head with slim delicate fingers.