Chocolate Covered Billionaire Navy SEAL

by Luke Young

  Suddenly his mouth shot wide open as he white-knuckle gripped the steering wheel and exploded with a near-silent gasp. She kept her mouth over him as he shuddered in his seat with his eyes slammed shut. When a horn blast startled them both, Marci popped back up and Brock looked to the trucker who was now laughing out loud. Returning his attention to the open road ahead, Brock punched the gas as Marci pulled down the visor mirror in order to check her face.

  After wiping her lips she turned to him and smiled. "I knew you smelled like white chocolate, but I had no idea you tasted like it as well."

  He shrugged before returning an uneasy smile.

  9

  At Fullman Chocolates the second shift was cancelled in preparation for the plant to be closed for the long Fourth of July Holiday weekend. Brock arrived at his office around noon with several unreturned text messages from Stephanie waiting on his phone. Sitting at his desk, he contemplated making his rounds on the floor, but delayed them until an issue was reported, which demanded his attention.

  When he approached Stephanie's workstation, he slowed. Looking around a huge shelving unit, he spotted her busily dipping chocolate delights. Undetected, he closed his eyes and shook his head before doubling back to take the long way to the other side of the plant.

  After resolving several production issues, he returned to his office and pulled out his phone. Reading once again the last message from Stephanie about their dinner plans for the evening, he sent her a reply asking if she would stop by his office after her shift.

  At 4:45 p.m. Brock looked out his window and watched as the building quickly emptied of all the employees. After using his computer to scroll through the many live security camera feeds in the building, he called down to security and released them for the long weekend as well. Moments later Stephanie appeared in his doorway wearing a smile. "Hey, I haven't seen you all day."

  "Oh, sorry, I'm not feeling well. I, uh, didn’t sleep much last night."

  She walked around the desk and sat her rear end down on the corner of it in front of him. Sighing, he shook his head. "You look gorgeous."

  "Thanks. So, you didn’t sleep…" She put her hand on his forearm and gave him a suggestive smile. "Was anything or anyone on your mind?"

  "Oh, well, yeah. I, um, have been thinking about you." He flashed her an uneasy smile.

  "Me, too." Her eyes widened. "I need to ask… My car's still in the shop and I need a ride home. If you can't, I'll just call my sister so—"

  "No, yeah, sure."

  Parked across the street from the plant was a white box truck. Nasir, Akbar and a third man in the driver's seat watched the building as the workers drove away until only Brock's car and one other remained in the lot.

  Akbar said, "Okay, so it's only him and Ted left."

  Suddenly the security officer emerged from the building and headed toward his car.

  "Shit!" Akbar sighed. "Brock must have let him go early. He does that sometimes."

  "What's the problem?"

  "I really wanted to kill him. I'm pretty sure he's the one who stole my lunch that one time I told you about… remember?"

  "Oh, yes, yes."

  Nasir's phone chirped. He read a text message and said, "Basir has been following Marci all day and he says she's appears to be on her way to the plant."

  "Great, now we won't need to drag her here."

  "But that would have been fun through."

  "I agree, but now everything is falling into place."

  "A little too easily, wouldn't you say? Next thing you know Brock will be torturing himself."

  "That's a good one." Akbar said and they shared a chuckle.

  As Marci's Range Rover pulled into the parking lot they shared a knowing look.

  Back inside Brock's office Stephanie said, "I don't want to pressure you or anything, but isn't this the part where you tell me why you blew me off last night?"

  "Oh, yeah, sorry." He sighed. "Look, I was at the hospital all night. Marci called and her father had a heart attack."

  "Oh, no… Is he okay?"

  "He's going to be fine." He looked away past her and blew out a long slow breath.

  "What's wrong?"

  Returning his attention to her, he looked at her helplessly. "I, uh…"

  "What is it? You can tell me." She squeezed his arm and smiled.

  "It's Marci… I sorta let her believe we got back together last night, I think anyway."

  Pulling her hand from him, she shot him a concerned look. "What do you mean… sorta?"

  "Um, well, I think we…" Cringing, he finished his thought, "...set a wedding date."

  She scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

  Putting his hands to his face, he rubbed his forehead. "I'm not sure how it happened. I was just there, trying to support her, you know… and she mentioned that she got a call from where she wanted to hold the reception and they had a date available, so she told them we'd take it and I started to tell her I couldn't. I really did, but then her father woke up and I didn't want to upset her." Reaching out to her, he added, "I don't think all the blood had returned to my brain after our night together. I mean, I just—"

  "So are you going to marry her or not?"

  "No, I just need to find the right time to tell her." Rising up from his chair, he moved close to her. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

  "You're sure you don't want to marry her?"

  "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

  "I guess it's nice that you could be there for her when she needed someone." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes.

  "Yeah."

  She looked at him, concerned. "You sure nothing else is wrong?"

  "I…I think that we should take it slow until I work all this out."

  "Yeah, sure… take all the time you need."

  Feeling her body against his, Brock sighed. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his nose to her neck and breathed in. She wrapped her arms around him and her firm breasts compressed into his massive chest. He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer. With his pulse quickening, he held her tighter. "I missed you."

  "I missed you, too."

  Turning his head, he found her lips. Their tongues met as they kissed hard. The heat between them flashed white hot. She gasped and ran her hands down his back to his ass.

  "Oh, Stephanie…"

  She pulled back from him and gave him a sexy grin. "Brock, I've got to do it again."

  "What?" He gasped.

  Slipping down to the floor, she gazed up to his face as her hands when to work on his zipper. He gently grabbed her hand as he shook his head. "Wait, I think I need to tell you—"

  "What the fuck is going on?" Marci boomed.

  His eyes shot to the open doorway to discover his angry fiancée glaring at him. Stephanie turned to the door. "Oh, shit." She rose up and straightened her shirt.

  "What is going on here?"

  "It's not what it looks like," he stammered.

  Marci scoffed. "That's a relief since it looked like that whore was about to blow you." Folding her arms, she added, "Exactly how many blow jobs do you need in one day?"

  He didn't reply as he glanced to Stephanie who shook her head confused.

  Marci stepped closer to them, raising her eyebrows. "So the one I gave you earlier today wasn't enough for you?"

  Suddenly angry, Stephanie said, "What the hell is she talking about?"

  "What? Huh…" Brock stammered as he looked from Stephanie to Marci then back to Stephanie. "What?"

  "What is she talking about?"

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

  Pointing her finger at Stephanie, Marci said, "How long has this been going on?"

  "Hold on Marci," he said.

  "How long?"

  "When I returned from my mission, we spent the night together," he pleaded with his hands raised in defense. "You and I were on a break."

  "Uh-huh." Marci shook her head. "A b
reak?"

  "Yeah, we broke up."

  Shaking her head, Marci wore a sickened look. "And now that we're back together and we've set a date you still think it's okay to stick your dick in another women's mouth."

  "Well, no, I… We needed to talk before, you know, the car thing, but everything got…" Without finishing his thought, he ran his fingers through his hair with his eyes closed.

  Stephanie scoffed. "Wait, can we back up to the earlier thing?"

  He returned his attention to Stephanie with a solemn expression.

  Glaring at Marci, she added, "So, you guys did it today?"

  Marci put her hands on her hips. "If by did it, you mean was I doing to him what you were about—"

  "Um, it just happened," Brock interrupted. "I was driving her back from the hospital and she, we… it just sorta happened."

  "So you're saying your penis somehow accidentally ended up in her mouth…" Stephanie widened her eyes at Brock waiting for a response.

  "Yes, I mean… no." Shaking his head confused, he cringed. "What?"

  "Never mind."

  "Stephanie, look, I think I'm falling for you." Turning to Marci he said, "We were broken up when…" He motioned to Stephanie. "And I don't want to hurt you, but I can't marry you."

  "Oh, you will marry me or your family will lose this company."

  "You can't do that."

  "Just watch me."

  Brock shook his head and returned his attention to Stephanie. "Sorry, I was tired. We were there all night and I… I didn't intend for anything to happen. I know it’s no excuse, but you've got to believe me."

  "I really don’t know what to believe." Stephanie sighed. "I just need to get out of here."

  "Okay, just… I'll call you."

  "No, I'll see you on Monday." Stephanie headed for the door.

  "You're fired, whore," Marci said.

  After stopping in her tracks, Stephanie turned to Marci. "You're such a bitch. You know everyone thinks you're a bitch. Two thousand people here can't stand you." Glancing to Brock, she added, "Do you know anyone else who’s hated by more people?"

  Brock shrugged. "Well, I mean that lady that said her daughter was with the babysitter and didn't report her missing for a month and they found the kid dead— that lady in Florida, whatever the hell her name is— nobody likes her."

  Stephanie conceded the point with her eyes and a quick nod of her head. Marci's expression softened a bit, but she didn't utter a word.

  "Spoiled rich brat!" Stephanie growled before storming out of the room.

  After rubbing his chin, Brock sighed. "Marci, look I didn't want to upset you while your father was—"

  "Just shut up." Raising her hand up to stop him from talking, Marci turned, sniffled once and walked out of the room.

  Brock ran his fingers through his hair. "Shit…"

  Looking out the window, he knew what he desperately needed to do right at that moment— go for a run. After pulling off his polo shirt and cargo shorts, he moved to the closet and changed into his running outfit and shoes. Taking the stairs two at a time, he rushed out the emergency exit and headed off with his thoughts swirling.

  10

  The white box truck stopped in front of the Fullman plant and the rolling back door flew up with a loud roar. Eight Middle Eastern men, all wearing security uniforms, six holding automatic weapons and the other two carrying briefcases, jumped out of the truck and headed to the front door as the truck took off around the side of the building.

  Akbar rushed to the front of the group, scanned his badge, pulled the door open, then the other men rushed inside.

  Marci rounded the corner to the lobby and stopped in her tracks when she spotted the suspicious group. "What the hell? What's going on here?" She pulled her phone from her purse and Nasir snatched it out of her hand. "I don't think so, Miss Scaggs." After lifting his arm high, he smashed the phone down hard to the floor and it bounced up hitting Akbar in the knee.

  Akbar yelped in pain. "Geez, what the hell?"

  "Sorry," Nasir said, cringing. Switching back to angry terrorist mode, Nasir pointed toward the corridor leading to the corporate offices. "Fareed, Kusay, find him!"

  Two men dashed off down the hall.

  "Now go." Nasir pointed toward the plant and four men, two with briefcases, quickly sprang into action heading toward the plant.

  Suddenly Marci's phone rang and all the men looked to each other with surprise. Nasir rushed to the phone and stomped down hard on it with his heavy boot. The ringing continued.

  "Well, it's titanium. It's unbreakable," Marci boasted.

  "You Americans." Nasir sneered. "You make me sick."

  Akbar picked the phone up off the floor and studied it." Wow, not even a scratch. I can't tell you how many phones I've broken. Where do you get one of these?"

  "Shut up," Nasir yelled. The phone rang once more. "Just turn that fucking thing off now."

  Akbar fumbled with the phone pressing buttons, but the ringing continued.

  "Hurry up."

  "Sorry, I've never seen one like this before."

  "It's the large button on the side, just hold it." Watching him, she rolled her eyes. "No not that one. Hold it in. Yes that's it."

  When it finally stopped ringing, Akbar smiled with his accomplishment until he saw Nasir's irritated expression.

  "You've got it now?" Nasir asked mockingly.

  "Sorry," Akbar replied, sheepishly.

  Turning away from Akbar, Nasir commanded, "Take her." He pointed toward the plant and two men took hold of Marci's arms.

  "Let me go! Get off of me," Marci screamed as they dragged her down the hall. "Uhhhh… Do you guys bathe? You smell horrible."

  Akbar and Nasir shared a dumbfounded look then turned to watch them go. Her voice faded off in the distance yet her ramblings continued, "My father is a very, very powerful man and he's not going to be happy when he finds out about this. You are wrinkling my shirt. Seriously, they don't have deodorant in your…" That was the last thing they heard as they pushed her through the double doors and onto the floor.

  Akbar widened his eyes. "I told you she was a nightmare."

  Nasir cringed. "How does he have the sex with her?"

  Akbar returned a shrug.

  "Maybe it's those big breasts."

  Akbar shook his head. "Those are pretty new so I don't think that's it."

  "Huh…" After taking a moment to contemplate all that, Nasir put on an evil smile. "I guess while we torture him we should ask."

  "That's a great idea."

  "How do they say in America? Let's get this party started."

  "That's right." Akbar took his seat behind the security desk.

  "Don't let anyone in!" Nasir turned on his heels and headed toward the plant.

  Nasir burst through the double doors to find two men holding Marci and the other two men holding another woman he didn't recognize. He raised his hands up. "Who the hell is this?"

  "She says she's Fullman's girlfriend," said one of the men.

  Marci yelled, "She is not. I'm his fiancée."

  "He can't stand you," Stephanie fired back.

  "Skank."

  "Loser."

  "Whore." Marci stuck her tongue out.

  "Enough!" Nasir sighed angrily. "I don't have time for this shit. Figure out which one is the real girlfriend and kill the other and do it quickly."

  Nasir took off leaving the six of them behind.

  The four men spent the next twenty seconds looking at one another in confusion until they all shrugged in unison.

  One said, "How are we going to do this?"

  "Ask them some questions. Yes, ask."

  "What kind of questions?"

  "Shit. I don't know."

  One of the genius's eyes widened. "Hey, Habib, you watch that show… what is it called?"

  "Uh, I don't know what you are—"

  "Come on, you know the one with the man and all the women and the roses and you know…"
/>   Habib looked nervously among his cohorts, then sighed. "Yes, I watch The Bachelor. It's really quite good."

  "I love that show," Stephanie chimed in.

  Marci made a face. "Really I would have thought someone like you would have preferred the Bachelorette."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "You know thirty guys and only one girl." Marci raised her eyebrows suggestively.

  Stephanie shot her a look that could kill.

  "Go Habib ask them something."

  "All right…" Habib looked at Marci and began, "You with the big fake American tits, uh…" He shrugged. "What would Brock consider to be his dream date… what does he like to do?"

  "Oh that's easy. He loves athletic things, like hiking or kayaking, but I can't stand any of that."

  Habib narrowed his eyes, confused.

  One of the men holding Marci asked, "Is she right?"

  "I'm not sure."

  Marci let out an annoyed grunt. "Look I had sex with him today."

  "Well, I had sex with him yesterday," Stephanie fired back with a sneer.

  "Skank."

  "Bitch."

  Marci smiled. "Hey, if you terrorist guys are looking for a gang bang, this one right here has a lot of experience in that department. She'd be great for—"

  "Well at least I can tell when a guy actually has an orgasm."

  Marci scoffed. "Yeah, you can tell that a little too well."

  "What is gang bang?" The man holding Stephanie asked.

  "Seriously?" Marci chuckled.

  "What is this thing?"

  "It's where like a bunch of guys have sex with a girl all at the same time."

  The four terrorists exchanged horrified looks until one asked, "How is that even possible? Where do you put all the—"

  "Show 'em Steph…" Smiling, Marci shook her head from side to side.

  "I'll show you, you…" Stephanie struggled to break free from her captors. "Let me go. Let me go and I'll kill her for you."

  "Shut up!" A man pulled Stephanie to the side and grasped her by both shoulders. "Shut up!"