Abraham

by Terra Wolf

  “By playing off of ‘someone else’s’ secrecy. Hmm. That’s actually not a bad idea. Maybe I’ll throw a masquerade party and give out dildos to use on each other while everyone’s there drinking.”

  “Well, now you’ve ruined the surprise and I’ll know it’s you.”

  I smirked before I turned on my music and continued running. Honestly? It was probably just an area of the building that was rented out for parties. I didn’t know about the whole secrecy thing--billionaires weren’t really afforded that type of lifestyle-- but it did make sense in a way. I couldn’t think too much on it, though, because I was about to be late for work.

  I finished up my run before I showered and changed. I got to work just in time for another dumbass last-minute boardroom meeting, but this time they hit me with something I wanted direct input on.

  “We either have to negotiate better with the tenants or kick them out.”

  “Run that by me again, Dan,” I said.

  “Would you just call the man by his name, Mr. Johnson?” someone asked.

  “When he earns it, sure,” I said. “What’s going on with the tenants?”

  “They’re wanting prices too low for what we can afford to renovate for. We either have to renegotiate with them or we have to kick them out and sell their property for what it’s worth.”

  “Right now, it’s not worth shit. And the idea of lowering prices was my thing,” I said. “If they’re gonna purchase from us, it gives us advertising mouths to use. People who are already living there who can attest to enjoying it and the amenities we will be installing. Think of it as an investment in the overall financial future of the building.”

  “It’s highway robbery and we won’t even break even on the renovations,” Daniel said.

  “That’s why it’s an investment in the advertisement. Pull the excess from the advertising budget to make it even, then go from there,” I said.

  “I’ve already pulled the money from the budget to work on commercials as well as advertising fees for real estate agents. There won’t be enough,” Daniel said.

  “Well, Daniel, that’s not my problem. Again, one of those things you should’ve run by me before you executed anything.”

  “You went and changed the rules without even consulting this board about them.”

  “Because you didn’t say that was something I needed to consult about. You said any interior changes I wanted to make I had to bring to this board. You said nothing about price, Djembe.”

  “Holy fuck, It’s ‘Daniel’!”

  “I made an executive decision and I’m sticking to it. If you end up overdrawing the budget, that looks bad on you, not me. I’ve already shaken these people’s hands and gotten their prices and wants together. I told them we might not be able to deliver on all of them, but that we would take what they wanted into consideration.”

  “You should’ve come to this board, Abraham. We know what you’re trying to do,” someone said.

  “It’s ‘Mr. Johnson’ when we’re in this room, and since when did this board get to boss me around? Did any of you people pull this shit with my father and mother?”

  The room fell silent and that was all the answer I needed.

  “We can’t afford to take that type of monetary hit,” Daniel said. “Just take a quick look at the numbers. You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

  He slid a piece of paper over to me and the first couple of lines told me everything I needed to know. Between all I wanted to upgrade, the amenities in the building I wanted to add, and the cost of the construction companies and interior design experts, we wouldn’t just be losing a couple thousand dollars on each room.

  We’d be losing close to fifty thousand.

  “Shit,” I groaned.

  “We gotta renegotiate, drop down the materials we use in their condos, or find better tenants willing to pay the price.”

  “What if we just rented those renovated condos out to them? By those numbers and a few quick calculations, it would only up their rent by two-- three hundred dollars at the most. It would provide us with a monthly revenue, though-”

  “It would be negligible at that point. It’d take us years in order to recoup that money if we did it that way.”

  “There’s gotta be some way-”

  “Mr. Johnson, just go back and talk with the tenants. Take the numbers if you want to. Give them some options to decrease, like renovating what’s already there or downgrading the materials we use and see how they react. But, you’ve backed yourself in a corner and you have to own up to that.”

  I raked my hand through my hair before I picked up the piece of paper. I walked out of the room without even dismissing the board, but I didn’t care what they did. I didn’t wanna take on this fucking project from the start, and now they were talking about how I was ruining it. Maybe they should bring me better projects! Maybe they shouldn’t make fucking decisions without me being there!

  “Maybe I just need a new fucking project manager,” I murmured as I entered my office.

  My bear was growling in anger knowing exactly what was coming next. Summer.

  If I had to renegotiate, that meant going back to see Summer. I’d have to tell her what was happening and I’d have to watch the disappointed look on her face form. I didn’t want to compromise all that was happening between the two of us. I couldn’t fucking get her off my mind and I wanted to ask her out again. I wanted to take her out for dinner and play with that beautiful pussy underneath the tablecloth. I wanted to take her to the symphony and run my fingertips up her leg in the box seat. I wanted to sink my dick into her body and feel her legs draw me closer before she begged me to pound into her.

  Fuck her stupid.

  Ruin her body for any other man to come.

  But, I knew if I doubled the price she wouldn’t have the money. Even with the better money she was making at The Wild, that place wouldn’t pay her near enough what she would need in order to buy her home back. She’d have to move and I’d get the brunt of her anger. She’d probably blame me and accuse me of wielding my prominence just to sleep with her.

  And that wasn’t the case. Not by a long shot.

  I didn’t know how I could make this work for her, but part of me didn’t understand why I wanted it to. The numbers simply didn’t allow me to do what I wanted to do. So what? It wasn’t personal. It wasn’t like I was fucking her in exchange for leaving her home or anything like that. I fucked her because I could. Because I wanted those lips and that pussy, and that body pressed against mine. With a little romance and a few easy compliments, she melded into me just like any other woman did. But for some reason my fucking bear wouldn’t shut up about her. For some reason she had a different effect on us than the other women I’d ever been with.

  Before I could take a breath and settle down, an unsettling thought popped into my mind.

  I guess I could buy her condo for her.

  Hell, I could buy her whatever condo I wanted.

  What the fuck was I thinking? I’d only taken her out to lunch. Her skin was soft, yes. Her lips were sweet, yes. Her juices were intoxicating, sure. And holy fuck, her sounds. But buying her a condo? What kind of voodoo-deep-end bullshit had this woman thrown me into? What spell had she cast over my mind?

  And yet, I found myself turning over the idea before another realization hit me.

  She wasn’t the only person I was going to have to inform of this change. I had the signatures and layout guidelines of fourteen other tenants that had declared intent to purchase their renovated condo back.

  What was I going to do about them?

  10

  SUMMER

  Since I’d planned to purchase my renovated condo, I decided to keep my job waitressing for now. It would give me some extra money to put back towards furnishing it, and I knew there would probably be a couple of price jumps between now and the finished product. That’s just how things like this worked out, and I wanted to be ready for any and every monetary thing I
would possibly encounter.

  I was excited about the prospect of a shiny new condo. It’s a place I’d always wanted to live in. A two-bedroom, two-bathroom home with a beautiful view and a jet tub I could sink myself into after my long performances on stage. Sleeping in my beautiful king-sized bed with my labradoodle curled up next to me. Cooking breakfast in my shining new kitchen with all-new stainless-steel appliances. Air conditioning that fucking worked.

  Oh, my gosh. It brought tears to my eyes just thinking about it.

  “Miss, could I get some more coffee?”

  “Miss, my pancakes are cold.”

  “Ma’am is there any way I could get more ketchup?”

  I rushed around and serviced the people that kept being seated in my area, and the more I stuffed tips into my apron the more excited I got. I knew I was going to burn the candle at both ends working here and singing weekly at the club, but it was going to be worth it in the end. I’d work hard, have the money to pay for the home I knew I deserved, then I’d put in my two-weeks’ notice here and do what I’d longed to do since the day I moved to Charleston.

  I’d be a beloved performer.

  I mindlessly took people’s orders as my thoughts drifted to Abraham. I could still taste his cum on the tip of my tongue. I could still feel the meat of his thighs pulsing underneath my fingernails. I closed my eyes on my bathroom break and saw his strong shoulders propped underneath the crooks of my arms.

  I almost orgasmed right there on the toilet thinking about all the salacious things that man’s tongue did to my body.

  Never in my life had I ever cum that hard. Never in my life had I been so willing and eager to suck a man’s dick down my throat. His dark brown eyes set back into his tanned skin churned something in the pit of my pelvis that I didn’t understand. I went over to the sink and washed my hands before splashing some cool water in my face.

  It wouldn’t be very professional if I walked back out into the restaurant with my tits hard as a rock.

  All day, I rushed around and worked. I brought people their food and fixed what was wrong. I took the brunt of the anger for unsatisfied customers before bringing the issues to my manager, and all the while I saw him in everything I did. Every time I delivered someone a salad, I thought about the decadent flavors on top of the one I’d ordered during my lunch with him. If someone sat down with dark brown eyes, I couldn’t help but think about his stare on my body. If someone raked their hands through a mat of light blonde hair, all I could think about was how my hands curled into his, so I could pull his face closer into my pussy.

  “Ma’am? Ma’am, you there?”

  “Oh, yes. I’m so sorry, it’s been a long day. What can I get for you this evening?” I asked.

  “I asked for a diet coke. My waitress brought me a regular one. I was just wondering if you could change it out for me.”

  “Not only that, I’ll remove the drink from your tab. It’s the least we can do for the mix up,” I said. “Be right back.”

  I changed out the man’s drink before flagging his waitress down. She was a new girl who had just been thrown into the thick of it, and I told her to remove his drink before taking it over to him. She apologized profusely, and at any other point in time I would’ve reprimanded her for it. We might not be an upscale restaurant, but that didn’t mean we didn’t have standards.

  But, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom.

  “I’m so sorry, Summer. Really. I swear I thought he said ‘diet’,” she said.

  “It’s alright. Take a deep breath, pay attention, and if you need some caffeine we always keep a pot of coffee going just for us in the back. Take it to him and apologize, then go get yourself some,” I said.

  I watched her set off before I scurried into the bathroom. I splashed more water in my face and took a deep breath, and I slowly started to feel better. As my eyes panned back up to the mirror I caught a glimpse of my red lipstick.

  And all I could think about was the imprint of my lips left on his skin when I sucked his cock down my throat.

  “Summer? You in there?”

  A knock came at the door as my boss’s voice ripped me from my trance.

  “What is it, Mike?”

  “You’ve been here all damn day. Go home and get some rest. I’ll need you tomorrow morning,” he said.

  “Thanks. Got it. I’ll cash out in a sec.” I knew I was going to be taking home bank today after the double shift I’d just worked. I dried off my face and cashed myself out before I shoved the wad of cash in my purse. On nights like this when I was heading home by myself, I always made sure I had my mace in my hand in case someone tried to rob me. Usually, I was fine. But, this had been a very lucrative day for me, and the cash alone in my bag would furnish my new bedroom.

  I wasn’t willing to give that up just because someone wanted to be greedy.

  11

  SUMMER

  I’m sending a car to get you. I’ll be meeting you in my office. Should this be to your liking, simply get ready and go down to meet the car in 30 minutes. If not, let me know.

  I had no idea how to respond to the text message. Did he know I was still at work? Did he know where I worked? How could he know any of this about me?

  I’m at work, Abraham. I don’t get off for another hour.

  I sent him the message and felt a pang of disappointment. I couldn’t stop thinking about him since our last encounter and had this been any other point during the week I would’ve been ecstatic.

  But, I’d just pulled another double shift and I was gross. I was sweating, I smelled of stale burgers and I was exhausted.

  Then the car will be sitting out there waiting for you. See you in an hour.

  I watched the clock on the wall while the last minutes of my shift ticked down. I thought about sneaking to the bathroom and using the soap to wash down my body quickly. A bit underneath my armpits, some soap between my legs. Anything to make me feel better about going and seeing him.

  I was excited to see him, but I wouldn’t be looking my best.

  When I was finally let off my shift, there was a car sitting out front. The lights were on and flashed when I exited the restaurant. I climbed in back before a kind old man smiled in my direction, then he proceeded to back out of the parking space and head towards Abraham’s office. I raked through my purse, spritzing on a bit of perfume before I touched up my red lipstick.

  But honestly? That was all I could do, and it made me nervous.

  The car stopped in front of a towering office and I couldn’t bring myself to open the door. If I went home now, he would never have to see me like this. I wouldn’t ruin the beautiful moment we shared at lunch with the sweaty mess that was my body in my current state. I felt my body beginning to shake with nervousness, and that’s when the old man spoke up from the front seat.

  “He’s on the top floor. And don’t worry. You look beautiful.”

  I took a deep breath before I opened the door, then I walked into the building. I took the elevator to the top floor where a kind secretary was there to greet me. She shook my hand without a word exchanged between the two of us, then she turned and began to talk. I followed her to an office in the middle of the floor, then she turned to me and held out her hand.

  “Mr. Johnson’s expecting you,” she said.

  Everyone had gone home for the day and the entire building was silent. I walked into the room before the secretary shut the door behind me, and a voice I recognized instantly piped up from the shadows of the office.

  “You look incredible, Miss Summer.”

  I felt my body shiver in anticipation, the reservations soon melting away. My hair was piled on top my head and my waitressing uniform was stained with food, but somehow that seemed to only pull him closer to me. I felt him walking towards me as his towering body slowly peeled from the shadows, and the moment he got to me I felt his lips on the shell of my ear.

  “And you smell divine.”

  I felt a shiver ricochet up my sp
ine as he slowly undid the straps of my apron. The fabric fell to the floor, my tip money spilling out of the front pockets. I wanted to pipe up and say something. I wanted to unstick my voice from my throat. But, the moment I felt his fingertips unzipping my uniform I could only stand there and try to keep my knees from buckling.

  “You are a beautiful creature, Summer,” he said as the zipper bottomed out. “The first time was simply an honor. But this time, it will be a pleasure.”

  His hands slowly slipped my uniform from my shoulders before it piled at my feet on the floor. He wrapped his arm around my waist, picking me up as if I was nothing so I could kick it off my feet. I toed off my shoes while his nose ran along the expanse of my shoulders, then he set me back on my feet before slowly unhooking my bra.

  “Abraham,” I whispered.

  His movements stopped, no doubt waiting to see if I would say anything. He was completely in tune with every single thing my body was communicating, so all I did was lean back into his hands. My bra fluttered to the ground, my breasts bouncing lightly against my body. His fingertips played with my nipples, ripping a moan from my throat before he robbed me of his touch.

  I whimpered at the loss of him before I heard a shuffling sound.

  Soon, a piece of cloth descended over my eyes. My hands flew to the material, dancing lightly along it while he tied a knot at the back of my head. He picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere in his office, then he set me back down onto my feet and bent me over. My stomach pressed into the cool surface of his desk before he slid his fingers down my back, and I could feel myself growing wet for him.

  Without another word uttered between the two of us, he pressed small kisses up my spine. His fingers parted my pussy folds, my juices spilling out onto his hand while his fingers worked lightly along my clit. My legs trembled, and my clit began to swell underneath his ministrations and I could feel him smiling into my skin. My hips bucked back into him, chasing a high I wanted to experience with him again just before his lips found my ear again.