it Happened Last Wednesday (The Zelda Diaries Book 1)
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s vivid imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely a coincidence.
© 2017 Olivia Gaines, Cheryl Aaron Corbin
Copy Editor: Teri Thompson Blackwell
Cover: Koou Graphics
Olivia Gaines Make Up and Photograph by Latasla Gardner Photography
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First Davonshire House Publishing March 2017
DEDICATION
For Ceicie...thanks for making the journey. You inspired me.
“Easy reading is damn hard writing.”
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To all the fans, friends and supporters of the dream as well as the Facebook community of writers who keep me focused, inspired and moving forward.
Write On!
Also by Olivia Gaines
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The Basement of Mr. McGee
A New Mommy for Christmas
The Slivers of Love Series
The Cost to Play
Thursday in Savannah
Girl's Weekend
Beneath the Well of Dawn
Santa’s Big Helper
The Davonshire Series
Courting Guinevere
Loving Words
Vanity's Pleasure
The Blakemore Files
Being Mrs. Blakemore
Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore
Dancing with Mr. Blakemore
Cruising with the Blakemores
Dinner with the Blakemores
Loving the Czar
The Value of a Man Series
My Mail Order Wife
A Weekend with the Cromwell’s
Other Novellas
North to Alaska
The Brute & The Blogger
A Better Night in Vegas
Other Novels
A Menu for Loving
Turning the Page
This is Scott and Zelda
Chapter 1
Six a.m. came with no real hurry as the hotel staff milled about the conference center, preparing for the second day of attendees to the ventriloquist’s annual event. The world eased into the start of the day as Zelda Fitzsimmons stretched to her full five foot seven height, moaning as she turned over on the bed, feeling the pains from the soreness in her hips and lady parts. The culprit of her aches and pains lay next to her, the covers half around his waist as the hairy chest served as a reminder of the new rash on her breast from the coarse friction of their lovemaking.
Zelda knew the term lovemaking had been a bit of a stretch since the moment Scott Gerald Berger put his hands on her. His mouth touched her skin and it was full steam ahead with no holds barred as he claimed her body, half of her soul, and all of her reason. She smiled because it wasn’t lovemaking at all. The man fucked her so well she came, farted, squirted, came again, and then cried as she prayed to sweet black baby Jesus for redemption from her whorish actions. One eye cracked open as she watched him sleeping in the bed, sprawled out, sated, and feeling good about himself for what he’d done to her body last night.
He should feel good. Zelda did. She felt so good in fact that the sight of him naked and aroused dropped her to her knees in front of him to pull it all into her mouth just to taste something so thick and beautiful. This was so unlike her, especially considering Scott Berger was the worst kind of nerd. He was an unattractive nerd.
Even that was an understatement.
Zelda nearly refused to have sex with him when he took off his shirt. Scott was so hairy, she thought he was wearing a black undershirt. The hair on his chest was thick and dense like a curly black rug which tapered only slightly at his midsection and also covered his stomach. He had hair on his shoulders. He had hair on his back. The man had hair on his butt cheeks.
“Good Lord, what are you, an Italian Yeti?” She asked, grabbing her purse.
“I can’t do anything about it. If I shave it down, it grows back thicker,” he said, pushing the constantly slipping black framed glasses back up his nose.
Her hand was resting on the doorknob ready to leave the room when he softly called to Zelda. “Wait...,” he said to her.
Scott unfastened his pants, pulling them down to reveal Howdy Doody boxer shorts. The fabric straining to contain the huge bulge protruding inside the cloth, calling her name, beckoning her to come worship the majesty of its presence.
“Whoa,” Zelda said.
He pulled down the underwear and her vagina reacted as if it had just spotted a hit of crack cocaine and it had a sad, grossly overpowering addiction. All logic and reasoning left her at the sight of the thick, engorged, perfectly shaped instrument of love with an almost sculpted mushroom head. A tingling sensation that had departed her libido years ago was back and all she wanted was to be under him, feeling the power of Scott the Nerd over her, the strength of his body bringing her pleasure.
“I don’t know whether to get naked and let you have your way with me or suck that until you cry,” she said before she knew it.
“Why don’t we take it slow and allow me to get us both to a happy spot at the same time?” He offered her the option that she had no interest in taking. Zelda kicked off her shoes, unzipped her skirt, and yanked down her panties.
“I hope you won’t think poorly of me, but I need this. I want you so bad right now, I am aching,” she told him, dropping to her knees in front of his hairy body. Her hand gripped the shaft, stroking him, enjoying the warmth in her hand as she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue across the head. It had been a long time since she’d been this hot for any man, let alone one with bucked teeth, thick glasses, bad skin, and covered in a black coat of hair.
“If you keep that up, I’m not going to last very long,” he mumbled, enjoying the pleasure she gave him with her mouth.
“No worries, neither will I,” she said, pulling off her blouse and bra with his junk half hanging off her lips. Turning back the covers on the bed was a ridiculous idea because all she wanted was him inside of her. She got to her feet, pulling him with her by his erection until she reached the edge of the bed. Lying back on the bed, she gave him a view that made him suck back the saliva pooling around his bucked teeth.
“You are so beautiful,” he said to her. “Zelda, please tell me right now that there will be no regrets from this night?”
“I will take it slow, okay?” he tried to tell her. Zelda yanked the condom from his hand, ripped open the package, and rolled the latex over the shaft. Pulling him again by his penis onto the bed, she slid her hips to the edge, raising them to help him get started.
Scott didn’t need any help from her at all.
She’d underestimated the nerdy, voice throwing, professional dummy dealer, ventriloquist aficionado as he screwed her sixteen ways until Sunday. Face up, face down, half hanging off the bed, face buried in the pillow, face buried in his furry chest, she came undone at least four times before Scott even got off his first orgasm. Zelda truly expected that a fella so hairy was going to be an animal in bed with manners to go with it. She was wrong. He never raised his voice, screamed into her ear how he was going to tear her pussy in half or any of those foul terms which turned her off. Instead, he said nothing other than, “Amazing.” Afterward, he applied a cool cloth to her genitals, then cleaned her like she was an infant.
The surprises continued to overwhelm her as he buried his face between her thighs, allowing those buck teeth to work magic over her clit as she came again. Zelda laid herself out in the bed as if she had run the Boston Marathon. She slept like at dead man until around three in the morning after a brief nap, Scott woke her up with a gentle kiss on her shoulder as he filled her once more with a penis she swore grew a least two more inches the second time around.
Wanton.
Unrestrained.
Free.
He wasn't sleeping He laid next to her, thinking, hoping, dreaming of an alternate ending to this story. She’d given herself to him on the slight promise in his eye and the way he’d touched her on the dance floor. He held her body close to his as if she were a rare treasure that he was afraid would break. The other nerds at the convention envied him as he led her around the dance floor and bought her a drink, but didn’t hover as she interviewed several attendees. Thursday afternoon she was leaving. Tonight would be his only chance to be with a woman so beautiful.
Scott took the chance. Knowing he wasn’t much to look at, he’d make up for it by taking her to bed and showing her how a real man made love to a woman. If she gave him an opportunity, he would please her in so many ways that she would call him just for another possibility of being with him again.
That is how it played out in his head when he ran into Zelda earlier in the day and she told him they were having dinner. The whole thing played out like a wonderful fantasy in a well-written porn movie. Words he’d never been able to express to any woman in his life flowed from him into her ear on the dance floor.
He opened one eye, with the quiet understanding that the beautiful lady who’d given herself so freely last night had to get to work this morning. Hotel checkout was at noon and he remembered her flight was at two. Zelda Fitzsimmons would leave his hotel and probably only look back at their night as if it were just something she’d stumbled upon as she told her friends about the passion marks on her neck. He could almost hear her words when her judgmental friends asked a week later. Oh, it was nothing really. “It happened last Wednesday.”
Waking up next to her seemed surreal. I don’t want to be that guy. I want to be her guy.
“Good morning,” he said to her.
Zelda covered her mouth with her hand.
“Morning,” she responded.
“I can call down for someone to come up and draw you a bath, or if you want to soak for a while, I can order us breakfast,” he said.
“I like the breakfast option and I prefer a shower,” she said.
“Please, Zelda, take advantage of the large garden size Jacuzzi tub. It will help with some of the soreness. Besides, you have a very long day. Don’t forget, you still have to fly back to Texas this afternoon,” Scott said to her.
He was right.
That damned man was right about a lot of things.
“Okay,” she told him.
Groaning a bit, he pushed back the covers, swinging his powerful legs from the bed and standing up. Zelda could see his body on the ready for more of what he’d given her last night. “I’ll start your bath and if you need me to wash your back, let me know,” he said, moving over to the phone.
“You can wash anything on me you’d like, Scott Gerald Berger,” she said sitting up in the large bed.
He held the receiver to his ear as he watched her toss part of her long black hair over her shoulder. One side of it was smashed against her head, the top portion was sticking up in the air like a magnetic cowlick. Scott couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a woman look more beautiful.
“What?” she asked with her cute little nose crinkled.
“You are glowing,” he told her.
“Three rounds of attitude adjustment will do that to a girl,” she said, standing, her full breasts bouncing. The sight of her naked form made him harder than getting out of jail in Georgia just by looking at her.
“Yes, I’m here,” he said in the line as he ordered their breakfast. His eyes followed the tight backside to the water closet. Scott momentarily stunned, feeling cut off from her beauty when she closed the bathroom door.
Instead of standing in the middle of the floor like a naked hairy idiot, he went to the main bathroom to start the tubful of water. Scented bath salts were added as his fingers tested the waters, making sure it wasn’t too hot for her delicate skin. He spotted the rash on her breasts from the friction of his body hair against her skin last night. I will have to shave this off if I am to see her again.
It wasn’t a thought he’d ever had before. He was having several thoughts he’d never had before when it came to Zelda Fitzsimmons as he made his way to the second bathroom to relieve himself. From the other room, he could hear her groan as she lowered her sore body into the tub. He didn’t go back to her when he was done but instead opted for a shower.
His company was one of the oldest dealers in the country and a primary sponsor of the conference that ventriloquists from all over the world called The Vent. Each year, the conference executive director always booked him in a presidential-sized suite. Sometimes on Friday nights, he would entertain supplier. Hardly, if ever, did he entertain the opposite sex. The suite was nice because the second bathroom came in handy.
The shower was quick. With a thick white towel wrapped around his waist, he answered the door, collecting their breakfast from room service. The coffee opened his sleep-deprived eyes although, without his glasses, vision for him was limited. He poured two cups of coffee, adding cream to hers with no sugar before tapping on the bathroom door.
“I have coffee,” he said.
“Perfect, come in,” she called.
The suds were up around her neck as her breasts bobbed in the water. Scott handed her the cup of coffee as he pointed to the side of the tub, asking if he could have a seat. The glasses, sliding down his nose as he titled his head.
“Zelda...,” he started, but she held up her hand.
Scott grabbed it, sucking her fingers in his mouth, sending shivers of delight down her back. “You are stopping me before I can tell you I want to see you again. You’ve raised your hand to silence me from being able to share with you that I am willing to meet you halfway on your terms. Just don’t let this be our only night together,” he told her.
“I am on the road way too much for a relationship,” she said truthfully.
“As am I,” he said. “But I am in Texas next month. I have four stops to make and one of those is in Houston on the 17th.”
Her eyes searched his acne-scarred face. The thick eyeglasses gave him a cartoonish comical look and the buck teeth all worked against him The damp hair lay flat on his back and chest as she took him all in. I like him.
“Let me check my calendar when I get into the office in the morning and I will call you,” she said.
Disappointment covered his face and he tried to hide it. She’s not going to ever call me again
. The lady needed to get laid and I was the safest bet.
“I will call you either way,” she told him.
“Thanks,” he said, standing. He didn’t feel used as he’d been so many times before, but he was still feeling some kind of way. “Breakfast is getting cold.”
Zelda scratched her head as he walked away. Scott was a conundrum of a man with a dick game so strong she would probably call his ass tonight just to make sure he wasn’t giving that magic stick to some other chick. Suddenly a sense of possessiveness hit her hard about an odd man who spoke of his past heartbreaks in one breath then made love to her as if he wanted to be the last man to ever touch her body. Right now, she felt okay about that as well. How she’d gotten here in bed with him was confusing as hell to her. Yesterday, she’d met him at the bar, slapped him and his stupid dummy for being assholes and coming on to her. She’d accidentally broken the doll’s ceramic nose, which led Scott to send her boss a bill for twice the repair cost. Somehow, in less than twenty-four hours later, she was under him, calling his name like he owed her three months’ worth of rent and two payments on her car note.
“What in the hell, Zelda?” she asked herself as she pulled out the drain plug and stood. Breakfast would just have to get cold because before she left it was her intention to get at least another round with him to make sure that Scott Berger called her before her plane even landed in Texas this afternoon.
She hoped he would. Oh, I will be free on the 17th, you can believe that. I do want to see him again. “Me and a nerd,” she chuckled as she joined him for breakfast.
Last night almost didn’t happen. Her initial meeting with Scott Berger had not gone as planned. Heck, she had no idea who he was or the stupid little dummy he had at the bar.
She smiled over scrambled eggs, sexy innuendos and a hot final round as she recalled how they’d met.
Chapter 2
It was another month, another conference, another room full of weirdos, strange characters, and people who live for the once a year gathering of their like-minded kind. Tonight was the first night, followed by four more evenings of sideways conversations in the hotel bar, accompanied by themed nights and last minute hook-ups before conference goers headed home to lonely spouses. The conference circuit existed to give life to the lifeless and meaning to hobbyists and enthusiasts who saved up all year long to get here.