by Mz. Robinson
“Where’s Kiya?” I asked.
“I took her to my mom’s crib,” Kenny said.
“How is Etta?”
“Good,” he said smiling. “She asked about you.”
I gave him my “yeah right” look, and rolled my eyes. Kenny’s mother had no love for me whatsoever. I overheard her telling him once that I was holding him back. Imagine that. I have my Bachelor’s in Elementary Education, a decent job as Assistant Director at a daycare, and good credit. Kenny worked for the City of Huntsville cutting grass, only had his GED because I helped him study for the exam, and he couldn’t get a glass of water on credit without me co-signing. He wasn’t even providing a roof over my head. The house we lived in also belonged to me.
My grandmother, Martha, God rest her beautiful soul, bought the three bedroom house for me before she died. To top it off, the 2000 Mitsubishi Eclipse he drove was in my name. Etta either had too much faith in her son, or she was plain delusional. I was not holding her son back, I was carrying his ass.
“I’m serious, she asked about you,” he said unconvincingly.
I studied his facial features, while pretending to listen to him ramble on and on about Etta’s garden. I loved Kenny, but he had nothing on the brother from the bookstore. Kenny is dark skinned, with high cheekbones and wide dark eyes. He isn’t what most women would consider handsome, but he oozes with self-confidence.
His self-confidence gave him a certain sex appeal.
I stood up, leaned over and kissed his lips. I parted his lips with my tongue, while running my fingers through the low-cut waves in his hair. Standing up, he placed both of his hands on my ass. “How you feeling?” he asked, in between kisses. That was his way of asking if I wanted to make love. I grabbed the hardness in his pants, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Give me five minutes to start the shower.” I said seductively. “I’ll be waiting,” he said, rubbing his hands up and down my backside.
***
Ten minutes later, I stood wrapped in a thick terry cloth bath towel. I was dripping wet from my warm shower, the shower I had anticipated on sharing with my husband. I walked into the bedroom and looked at him, as disappointment ran through my body. Kenny was stretched out across the bed, sleeping like a newborn baby.
He slept for the rest of the night, so I crawled up with my new book, and ended up reading it from beginning to end. The brother from the store was right, it was a hot piece. In fact, it was so hot that my fingers were deep inside my pussy, while Kenny lay beside me snoring.
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Part 3
Coming Soon
“How would you handle the discovery that your marriage was built on lies?”
Damon Whitmore is a true go-getter who will stop at nothing to get what he desires. His wife Octavia was no exception. When Damon first saw Octavia he knew he had to have her. He went through great lengths until his mission was accomplished. Now, two years later, he and Octavia share a wonderful and lavish life together. Damon exceeded all of Octavia’s expectations while managing to keep his secrets of deceit and manipulation hidden but what’s done in the dark eventually comes to light and Damon’s lies are slowly beginning to unravel.
When a face from Damon’s past re-surfaces, Damon finds himself facing a life alerting dilemma that could cause him to lose the very thing he fought so hard to build—his family with Octavia. Damon refuses to lose and he’ll stop at nothing, including murder, to keep his family in tact.
Octavia Ellis-Whitmore never thought she would be a one man woman. Living by a no strings attached policy, she kept her encounters with men strictly sexual. When she met Damon everything in her world changed. Octavia opened her heart and fell hard for Damon. Octavia is now living and loving her life to the fullest. However, history has a way of repeating itself and temptation has a way of finding Octavia. When things at home begin to get rocky, Octavia finds herself struggling between remaining true to the vows she pledged to Damon and exploring her feelings for a new and mysterious stranger—a stranger who has a startling connection to Damon and his past.
As the drama unfolds, lies and secrets will be exposed and lines will be crossed on both ends. How far will Damon and Octavia go to protect each other from the other’s transgressions and how many will fall victim to the lies that have been spun in the name of love?
Essence Monroe went through great lengths to escape her sordid past and the lovers in it. Using extreme and deadly tactics she re-invented herself and now she’s well on her way to a promising future. Not only is she engaged to Andrew Carlton, one of Atlanta s most sought after athletes, but she’s slowly creating a name for herself in the fashion industry. Essence is a former bad girl - gone good and she’s living a life that others can only dream of. That is until Essence’s life is shaken, when she discovers that someone knows her secrets. Essence must revert to her bad girl ways, in order to protect herself and the man she loves. While she’s focused on keeping her skeletons buried, there’s another woman focused on taking her place by Andrew’s side. Not only does the mysterious woman want to take Essences man but she wants Essence life for her very own. In the end there can be only one winner and no one is prepared for the outcome.
Prologue
I stand admiring Barron in silence. He’s pretty in a masculine kind of way. From his dark skin to his regal nose and high cheekbones, Barron has features suitable for a runway model. Looking at Barron lying butt naked across the king-sized bed, I can’t help but smile. The man is beautiful, absolutely fine. At six-one and 230 pounds, he looks more like a Dallas Cowboy than an auto mechanic. Another thing I love about Barron is that he definitely knows how to treat a woman. He’s attentive, charming, and a complete gentleman. In addition to being well mannered, he’s a very hard worker. Any woman who ends up with Barron by her side will be a lucky lady. It’s too bad I’m already spoken for. If I were able to give my heart to Barron, I could definitely see us being happy. I can see it now: the cute little house with the privacy fence, two kids, a dog and a couple of goldfish—the perfect middle-class family. Middle class? The thought jolts me back to the harsh reality. I grew up poor, and in my opinion, middle class is just one unpaid bill away from being broke.
He gives me that sweet, perfect smile I’ve grown accustom to over the last eight months and then extends his hand to me. I walk slowly across the carpeted floor and then, like a little girl reaching out to her daddy, I slip my hand into his. His hand is warm and soft despite the calluses he’s earned from working so hard. Pulling me down onto the bed, he shifts slightly so my head is resting on the soft garden of hair that carpets his broad chest. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asks, stroking my hair with his fingertips.
“Yes,” I answer sincerely. After treating me to dinner, Barron took me to see a local performance of What We Won’t Do for Love, a play based on a novel by a chick that calls herself Mz. Robinson. Maybe it was the storyline or simply the fact that Barron was there with me, but whatever it was, I truly enjoyed myself. Sometimes the little things really do mean a lot to me.
“Do you really have to leave tomorrow?” he asks.
Here we go, I think to myself. I already informed Barron earlier that I am leaving, but I forgot to mention we will never see each other again. “Yes,” I say.
I feel his arms tightening around me. Although, the words have never been spoken, I know he loves me. There are some things a woman can read in a man, even when they are left unspoken.
“When will you be back?” he asks.
“I’m not sure,” I lie. I don’t have the heart to tell him the truth. I have no intention of returning to Huntsville, no intention of ever seeing Barron again, no intention of ever again riding the ten inches of solid manhood I now feel pressing against the pit of my stomach. But I can’t tell him any of this. I know it would hurt him, and despite the fact that I have been dishonest with him from day one, I can’t bring myself to see the pain in his eyes.
“I wish you would just stay
here,” he continues. His voice, which is normally a deep, sultry baritone, has become soft, almost soprano. “I can take care of you,” he promises. “You can let me be your sole provider.”
Inside, I laugh at the thought. Barron’s three-bedroom apartment could never be big enough for me. His two-door Lincoln Continental could never give me the adrenaline rush I need, and sadly enough, his eighteen-dollar-an-hour job could never fund my shoe fetish. I need the finer things in life, and what Barron fails to realize or is unaware of is that I already have these things—only not with him.
The home waiting for me in Atlanta resembles a miniature mansion, with five bedrooms, six full baths, a heated swimming pool with a grotto, an indoor gym, a home theater, a library, and a five-car garage. Inside the impressive garage rest my Aston Martin DB9, Cadillac Escalade, and Lexus IS250. The funding for my home and my cars came from the man waiting for me there, my fiancé, Andrew Carlton. So, although Barron is a sweetheart and is offering me a deal many women would jump at, I must sadly decline. I have too much waiting for me at home to throw it all away on a gentleman with some fire dick. Still, I have to let him down easy. “Baby, I can’t let you do that,” I purr, pulling myself up so I’m straddling him. I’m in the perfect position to slide down onto his erection, but I want to make him wait. I don’t want to break Barron’s heart, but teasing him is something I’m not opposed to.
“I know, I know.” His breathing becomes deep and ragged. His brown eyes are screaming for me to let him in, pleading me to let him feel the heat and wetness of my always ready pot of gold. “Miss Independent,” he moans while squeezing my phat apple bottom.
“That’s right, Daddy.” I dip my head down to his neck. Blowing lightly just below his right ear lobe, I began to move slowly, grinding my kitty against his stomach, just above the thick head of his chocolate rod.
“But I—”
I silence his words with my lips. Kissing him softly, I allow his tongue to enter my mouth and find mine. We kiss with animalistic desire—the kind of desire shared by two people who can never be together, never be free to belong only to one and another. His lips move from mine down to my neck, then to my ear, and back to my lips again. I can feel his heart beating like an African drum in the middle of the jungle. My temperature is rising, and although I consider myself a huntress, I feel like the prey. I lift my hips just enough to allow him to enter me, and Barron wastes no time. He thrust his hips up, forcing his rock hard dick up inside of me. I clench the muscles of my pussy, gripping him tightly.
“Mmm…”
Hearing him moan only fuels the fire burning inside of me. I bounce up and down, up and down, causing my ass to jiggle wildly. Grabbing my cheeks roughly with both hands, Barron forces me to change my rhythm. I now began to rock backwards and then forward on his pipe. He opens his full lips while staring into my eyes. I grab his head, bringing his ready mouth to my full, round breast. Barron latches onto my protruding nipple like a hungry newborn with a fresh bottle. The sound of him sucking on me mingled with the swishing of my wetness makes me hotter. I dig my manicured nails into his bulging biceps, almost causing his skin to tear. “Fuck me harder!” I scream.
Barron sits up, cradling me in his lap, and then in one swift movement, he has me on my stomach with my face pressed against the bed. My pulse is racing from the anticipation of the pleasure-filled pain he is about to give me. Barron is a lot like me when it comes to sex; he likes it hard—in fact, the harder the better. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Barron pulls my head back. I push up onto my knees, arching my back and elevating my ass. I can feel his solid chest against my back, the warmth of his body.
“Now!” I gasp, breathing heavily.
“Now what?” he grumbles. He teases me, rubbing his dick back and forth across my ass. The simple action sends tingles down my spine. Tracing his tongue down the nape of my neck, then across the blade of my shoulder, Barron continues to taunt me. “Now what?!” His voice is deep, almost angry, and I love it.
“Give it to me now,” I whisper.
He eases inside of me slowly, feeding me inch by inch. He rotates his hips seductively; I rotate mine in return, matching his rhythm, and then he stops.
“Don’t stop!” I beg. “Please!”
“Please what?” he snaps.
“Please, Barron.”
“Please who?” he asks, slapping me hard on the ass. The force causes my cheek to sting.
“Barron…” I repeat, and he slaps my butt harder. I flinch from the pain. A low moan escapes my lips.
“Please who?” he asks, grabbing me by the waist.
I can no longer take the anticipation. I’m ready. “Please, Daddy!”
Barron dives inside me with violent force. The impact of our bodies connecting pushes me chest first across the feather pillows into the oak headboard.
“Yes! Yes!” I scream. I close my eyes and exhale as Barron drills, grinds, and beats my pussy from the back.
* * * * *
Three hours later, I stand in Barron’s bathroom surveying the damage to my body. I have bruises on my breast and my ass. The purple marks look out of place against my caramel skin. Aside from a birthmark underneath my right breast and a small scar on my left ankle, my body is flawless. At twenty-seven, I have a body that would make an eighteen-year-old envious: perfect round D-cup breasts, wide hips, and an ass that would give Deelishis a run for her money. Along with the body, I have the looks: a heart-shaped face with big brown eyes; long, curly eyelashes; thick, full eyebrows; smooth, full lips; and thick, jet-black, shoulder-length hair. I have the body and the face, and I know how to use them.
I get dressed quickly and quietly, as I don’t want to wake Barron. I’ve grown fond of him over the past few months, and because I know I will soon bring him pain, I still can’t look him in the eyes. As I walk toward the bed, I secretly wish things could be different, but it is what it is. We make our beds, and we have to lie in them.
Barron’s chest rises and falls gently with the intake and exhale of every breath. I touch his face softly and gently kiss his full lips. He moves slightly from my touch and then continues to sleep peacefully. I quickly slip out of his bedroom and then the front door. I’ll miss my beautiful prince, I tell myself as one door closes another one prepares to open.
G&L Enterprises is the biggest marketing firm in the country. Each year thousands of intern applicants apply with the hope of securing a position with the illustrious firm. Out of a sea of applicants, Asia is bestowed the honor of receiving an internship with G&L. Asia is beautiful, ambitious, and determined to climb her way up the corporate ladder by any means necessary. From crossing out all in her path, to seducing Parker Bryant the CEO of G&L, Asia secures a permanent position with the marketing giant. However, her passion for success will not allow her to settle for second best. Asia wants the number one spot, and she’ll stop at nothing, including betraying the man responsible for her success to get it. Asia, is taking corporate takeover to a whole new level!
Chapter 1
“Asia Turner!”
The sound of my name blasting over the intercom made me sigh with relief, first because the gnawing silence in the room had been broken and second because my ass was numb from sitting for over two hours straight. Although the executive conference room was packed with over a hundred job-hungry applicants waiting for their chance, until my name was called the room had been so quiet you could hear a roach fart.
“Good luck,” the perky blonde sitting next to me said as I rose from my chair.
I gave her a brief smile, then exited the room. I wanted to tell her I didn’t need luck; I had a BA from the prestigious Howard University, recommendations from some of the most prominent state officials in Alabama, and my I-can’t-be-stopped attitude. I knew the position was mine. I walked through the open door of the human resources office with my head held high, smiling like a woman who had just won the Power Ball lottery.
Walking up to the desk, I extended my hand to the heavys
et woman who was staring at me. Her eyes went from my face down to my above-the-knee skirt, then back up again. “Have a seat,” she said, leaving me hanging.
I reluctantly dropped my hand and did as the woman instructed.
“I’m Elena Toney, Human Resources Manager here at G&L,” she recited as if she were reading an imaginary script. “I’ve reviewed your resume and credentials, and although they are impressive, I’m sure you know there are other candidates here whose accomplishments exceed your little achievements.”
What the fuck? I thought as I listened in silence, visualizing running her fat ass down with a Mack truck! It was obvious the woman was a miserable, hating bitch! Regardless, I was not feeling the way she was coming at me.
“That said,” she continued, “why you?”
I smiled sweetly. “Ms. Toney, you are correct. G& L can choose any one of the other candidates to fill this position, but why not choose the best? Not only can I do this job, but I’ll do it well. During my summer internship with Elise Inc., I secured five contracts, and—”
“That may be true,” Elena cut me off, “but here at G&L, our representatives land over five contracts a day.” She shook her head and laughed. “Miss Turner, let me give you a little advice.” She leaned forward in her chair. “You have to crawl before you can walk. Maybe you should start off small, go back to Elise and reapply. Unless, there is a reason you can’t go back.” She eyed me suspiciously, causing my blood to boil slowly.
“Ms. Toney, I don’t want to go back to Elise,” I said firmly. “Though FYI, they would welcome me with open arms. I chose to apply here at G&L because not only is the company a marketing giant, but it is also the largest minority-owned corporation in America.”
“So your plan is to play the race card?” Elena said, shaking her head. “Miss Turner, if you haven’t noticed, G&L prides itself on diversity. So you’re a sister. So what? That doesn’t mean you’re qualified, and it surely doesn’t mean you’re going to get this job.”
