Armani reserved comment as he casually scanned the restaurant. Charmayne's tantrum was causing a scene and he didn't want to add fuel to her inferno.
“You've changed! And I don't like it!” She yelled.
Armani's bodyguards quickly stood to attention poised to defuse the situation. He casually gave the signal for them to stand down.
“Ever since your accident you've been different! What happened did you see God when you almost died? What is it? You're different now and I don't like it!”
“Lower your voice you're creating a disturbance.” Armani calmly responded.
“What? What the fuck ever! I don't know these damn people!”
“But they know me! So lower your damn voice and watch your damn tone before my guards haul your ass out of here by your damn throat!” Armani snarled beneath his breath his anger quickly rising to the level of hers.
“I wish you fucking would give them the order to do that. You fucking coward!” Charmayne barked. “What? What are you going to do Harrison? Huh? You going to put your hands on me, because I’m embarrassing your damn boss?”
“See... You don't get it! I don't have to give them the order. You're a menacing threat to me right now. It's their damn job to take you out. I had to give them the order to stand down! They were about to come over here and put you on your damn back. So again, watch your fucking tone!” He growled.
Charmayne knew all too well what happens when the crown prince's life is threatened or in jeopardy. She'd witnessed firsthand his guard neutralize an overzealous paparazzi who was relentlessly stalking Armani. He got a little too pushy and a little too close and the next thing she knew the paparazzi was unconscious, lying on his back with his camera practically shoved up his ass. With that in mind she quickly checked her fury and changed her tactics.
“Armani, just be honest with me. Is there someone else? Don't you love me anymore?”
“The truth of the matter is no, there is no one else. I have been faithful to you as I pledged to be. Charmayne, I love you, but I'm not really sure if I'm in love with you anymore. Sad to say I really haven't felt much more than a sexual attraction for you since my recovery. I'm sorry.”
“What? Then why did you tell me to set a new wedding date?” Charmayne interrupted.
“Out of respect for our parents. They thought it would help me regain some sense of normalcy in my life and rekindle our fire. I thought they were right, but I was wrong. I don't feel the things for you that I know that I use to feel. I'm sorry, but I can't make my heart feel something my dick tells me it should feel. I just think that we should take a break and explore other options. I know you don't want to rush into a marriage that it is doomed to fail no more than I do.”
“So now you don't even want me... Like I said, you've changed Armani.”
“And you haven't Charmayne and that's why we are having this conversation. There are places that I'm trying to go in my life and my political career that you are simply not meant to be.”
“Fuck you Armani! Okay just fuck you! Why can't you just be a fucking man and tell me that you're in love with someone else?” Charmayne hissed through smiling teeth. “Do you think I'm fucking stupid?”
Armani studied the beautiful American for a long breath. He realized that she had every right to be upset with this news. He had strung her alone in hopes of recapturing a fraction of what they use to share. He should have set her free to find true love years ago. The wedding was postponed indefinitely after his accident while he recuperated. Even though Armani was still not quite himself under the persistent urges of their parents he allowed Charmayne to set a new date. Unfortunately, as the wedding date grew closer he had serious doubts and was forced to postpone again. Now a grand total of seven years later, reconciliation is hopeless and he is finally certain he no longer wants to marry her.
“You know what Armani? You don't have to be a man today... I'll be the man, okay? Fuck taking a break! The wedding is off and you and I are through!”
“Look Charmayne please don't act like this, calm down. I hoped that we could resolve this and remain friends. Please don't be this way?” He begged as he noticed people starting to whisper.
“Fuck That! I have enough damn friends! We are done! And just so you know... I've been having an affair for years! But you were too damn busy with your public duty, and your political aspirations and polishing your new found badge of honor that you didn't even fucking notice! Okay! So now! That's how you handle the situation like a man! Now what? Huh? Bitch Ass Bitch!”
Armani sighed deeply. He was fucking pissed to the Nth fucking power but he refused to let this Trick make him show his black ass in public. The waiter had quietly slipped his drink in front of him during the confrontation. He grabbed it and downed it in one big gulp. He swallowed hard as he eyed the furious woman before him. He said not a single word as he rose from the table, retrieved his wallet from his pants' pocket, tossed a one hundred dollar bill on the table and left, leaving Charmayne there, embarrassed, infuriated and alone.
Although Armani was upset that Charmayne betrayed his trust and secretly cheated on him for years he actually was relieved that he was finally free. Not only was he free he could walk away from Charmayne and all of her nonsense and drama with a guilt free conscience. More than ever, Armani was convinced that he would find and meet the woman who seduced him in his sleep. He was convinced that she was his soul mate and nothing or no one would stop him from making her his wife.
Chapter 9 EJ
Prissy kept her end of the bargain and returned from London with the proof. She had a shiny new seven total karats engagement ring a new fiancé' and a new house to prove it. Now it was time for EJ to pay up and shut the hell up.
“Prissy, I don't think this is a good idea. I need a little more time. I was supposed to help the girls with their science project tonight. You know... I think I will just call him and postpone. Yeah that's what I'll do. It's not too late is it? What do you think?” EJ babbled as she reached for her phone on the kitchen island.
“Touch that phone and I'll beat your little ass! That's what I think!” Prissy hissed beneath her breath so that the twins in the other room could not hear her, as she snatched the phone off the marble counter top before EJ could reach it. “You are going on this date! We had a deal. I kept my end of the bargain now you're going to keep yours.”
“But Prissy I just think that...”
“Shut up! It's been almost a month now. I don't give a damn what you think! Okay? You are going on this date, or so help me God I will make you marry Austin yourself! Okay you want to renege on our deal that's the consequences! You'll take this ring and you'll marry Austin and you'll move next door and cook his meals and wash his clothes and pack his lunch and suck his dick and make him a sandwich!”
EJ burst into laughter. “Oh my God! You know dam well you don't do any of that shit except suck his dick! I am too damn through with you! OMG! I can't believe you!”
“What? Yes I do! That's what a wife does, isn't it?”
“Yeah! If her name is Wilma Flintstone! Oh my God! No wonder you have been grouchy as hell lately.” EJ laughed harder. “Did Austin make you do all of that bullshit? I can't believe you went along with it! Hell! I can't believe you haven't ran from over there screaming! OMG! How long has this been going on?”
“Since we got engaged. Austin doesn't make me do. I try to do it because I want to make him happy and show him that I can be a good wife for him. It's just... EJ, I'm not good at any of that shit! Well, except sucking his dick.”
“What about making the sandwhiches? You're pretty good at making sandwiches.”
“Bitch Please! If I can still walk after Austin finishes fucking me then he hasn't done his damn job! Hell, he didn't earn a damn sandwich! Trust me... Austin makes the damn sandwiches in our house, not me! Okay! And for the record that man is a sandwich making fool! So you're going on this damn date, because I love my fiancé' with his Hero Sandwich making ass!” Prissy g
iggled as she gave EJ a high five. “I'm just trying to find somebody to make you a sandwich or two on the regular.”
EJ doubled over in laughter. “You know Austin is just playing you with that housewife bullshit right? He just wants to see how long it's going to take before you break.”
“Girl, I broke the first week. I hired a maid and a professional cook weeks ago. The only thing I do now is make sure his knob is slobbed every night, so I can get me a sandwich.” Prissy laughed with her.
“OMG! You are silly as hell!” EJ snickered, before taking a big breath and sighing deeply. “Okay! So how do I look? Do you think he's going to like me?”
Prissy admired EJ as she fixed a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of place. “You look gorgeous. Any man would be honored to call you his woman. Just remember no sex on the first date.”
“I know your trick ass didn't just say that! Not that I have any intentions of sucking anybody’s dick tonight, but can I ask you a question. Didn't you sleep with Austin on the first date?” EJ teased.
“Hey! Do what I say and not what I do! Besides get your facts straight. Austin and I had never been on a date! We met at one of his games and well you know the rest! So, again do as I say and not as I do. It might not turn out so well for you as it did for me.”
“Prissy, I'm nervous. How do you even know this guy? What if he's a mass murderer, a woman beater or God forbid a rapist?”
“Could you please try to be a little less dramatic? Matias is on Austin's soccer team. The man is a professional soccer player. He's a good guy. He's a Christian, he divorced and he has a daughter the same age as your girls. I've met several times and he's a very sweet guy. Okay? I wouldn't send you on a date with someone who'd hurt you, you know that.”
“I can say one thing he is fine as hell! All I can say is DAMN!” EJ giggled. “Still, I just don't... Priss can I tell you something?”
“Sure... You know that you can talk to me about anything. What's up?”
EJ hesitated before speaking. “I haven’t had sex with anyone except Paul. I don't even know how to have sex with anyone but Paul. I don't think I can be with another man except your brother.”
“First off... You really need to get laid. Second... You seriously need to get laid!” She teased. Gathering EJ into her arms she hugged her tight. “Thirdly I know and finally when the time is right you will. This is just a dinner date. No one is asking you to sleep with him. Okay? Just go get to know him and have some fun. Trust your body to tell you who and when to sleep with someone. Okay?”
“Okay.” EJ breathed a sigh of release as she held her best friend closer. “I can do this. Right?”
“Hell yeah you can!” Prissy assured her. “Okay, it's almost time for him to pick you up, so I'm going to take the girls next door to spend the night with us. Call me the second you get back. Okay?”
“Don't worry; I'm coming straight over to your house the moment I change my clothes.”
“Even better.” Prissy smiled as she kissed her friend's cheek. “Have fun and don't forget to relax and be yourself.
“Who else can I be, because EJ is nervous as hell right now?”
“Stop being cute! You know what I mean. Just relax and have some fun for once in your life. Okay? Can you do that?”
“Okay, yes I can do that.” EJ nervously replied. “And Prissy please tell me that Matias speaks English or at least French.”
“He was born in Argentina but educated in London, so yes he speaks fluent English. He also speaks French. Okay? Stop worrying everything will be fine.” Prissy assured her.
EJ nodded affirmatively. “Okay. You're right; everything is going to be fine.” She tried to convince herself, although she had her doubts. This was a huge step for her and she wanted the night to go as smooth as possible.
Chapter 10 Matias
Matias Arturo was mesmerized by the enchanting woman sitting across from him at the dinner table. She was breathtakingly stunning and he had to keep reminding himself to breathe. Sure he was a millionaire and dated beautiful women from around the globe. Still he had never met a woman as exquisite as Escape Jones. She had poise, she had class, she was educated, she was articulate and she was blessed with an onion booty! A booty so round, so juicy and so fine it made a grown man cry just thinking about sinking his teeth in it.
“Matias please stop. You're doing it again.” EJ pleaded as she continued to survey the dinner menu.
“I'm sorry.... I'm trying to hard not to stare, but I can't. Your blue eyes are haunting my spirit.”
“My blue eyes are just eyes, so please stop. You're making me self-conscious and I'm already nervous enough. So please just do me a favor and do anything, anything at all except stare at me. Because if you don't you're going to force me to get up and leave. Okay? So, just please stop it.” She begged as she folded her menu and returned it to the table.
“Okay! Okay! Don't leave... I'll try harder, but I can't make any promises. I guess you hear how beautiful you are all the time. I can imagine it gets old after a while. I apologize I won't compliment you on your looks ever again. In fact, I'll just pretend that you're a faceless troll. That should get my mind off how luscious and inviting your lips look.”
Escape giggled. “Enough! I can't even believe you! Stop or I swear I'm leaving.”
“I'm sorry Escape, but I'm attracted to you. I just want to jump across this table and suck your lips right off of your face. Is that so wrong? My God woman you are breathtaking! My breathing hasn't been regular since I picked you up. My heart is racing so I swear I wouldn't be surprised if it leaps out of my chest.”
EJ clasped her hands together and sighed deeply. She had heard enough. “So, I guess you want to make love to me right?”
“God yes! Is that so wrong?” He exhaled deeply as his hand trailed across the table to touch the silky smooth flesh of her arm. EJ allowed it. Tracing a fine line up her forearm he breathed, “I'm sorry but I can't think of anything else.”
“Matias I like you. In fact I like you a lot, but we're never going to have sex.”
“What?” He asked shocked.
“I said you and I will never have sex. Do you want to know why?” She calmly asked. His hand stopped abruptly and he quickly retracted it to his side of the table.
“Yes, I'd like to know why.” He exhaled, straightened his back and squared his jaw in preparation for the debilitating blow to his ego EJ was sure to deliver. “Please tell me.”
“We're not going to have sex, because we're not going to get pass the first date, because you will not stop gawking at me. My God you talk about me like I'm a damn prize winning pig or something. I'm pretty! I get that! I'm sexy I get that too! But honestly that's one of the main reasons that I don't date. Men are too tuned on by what I look like verses who I am.”
“Again, I'm so sorry! I promise I will control myself. Scout's Honor!”
“You're from Argentina; you were never a Boy Scout!”
Matias chuckled. His handsome face transformed by an easy smile that instantly warmed EJ's heart. “I know, but I didn't think you'd know. I guess there's a big brain behind that big booty... I mean beauty! Ah hell! I give up! Get your coat and I'll take you home.”
EJ laughed easy. They finally found a point where they could both relax and settle into the normal first date ritual. They talked about everything from American politics to raising children. EJ was instantly smitten by Matias and she smiled as he made plans for a second date.
“If you're not busy maybe you can come to one of my home games. Parisa is usually there cheering for Austin. Maybe one day you'd come along and cheer for me. It would be nice to hear you screaming my name. I mean at the game of course.”
A sexy bright magically lit her eyes and a bright smile illuminated her beautiful face. “Of course you did. Actually, I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.”
Matias sighed deeply and nodded like a broken Bobble Head Doll. “Good! I'd love to see you there. Maybe the four of us can
go out to celebrate afterwards.”
EJ snickered. “What if your team loses?”
“It doesn't matter win or lose we'll celebrate. Even if the Saints lose I'll win.”
“How so?” EJ asked confused.
“Win or lose I'll be celebrating the fact that you just agreed to go on a second date with me.”
EJ held up her glass of wine for a toast. “I'll drink to that.” She smiled as she eyed the handsome soccer player.
Matias's dark brown eyes cruised easily over her in a single glance as they clinked glasses. He nodded slightly as he mentally conceded that Escape Jones was a delicious, appetizing treat and he was officially hungry as hell.
Chapter 11 Austin
Saturday was Prissy's one and only day to sleep in. Her Monday through Friday work day started at five thirty in the morning with a brisk two mile jog. On Sunday they took the girls to early church service followed by Sunday school. Today was Saturday and Prissy was hell bent on getting in some extra sleep, well at least that was the plan.
Austin had been up for hours. He had gone to the gym, worked out, returned home and showered, while Prissy was still sleep. It was noon now and his half naked fiancé' sprawled across their king size bed had his nature high. He watched the beauteous woman as she slept and soon found his dick was as hard as the MCAT exam written in Ebonics.
Removing his towel and tossing it to the floor he gently rolled her from her side onto her back in hopes she'd wake up. Still sound asleep Austin carefully traced the thin line of hair on her manicured mound that lead directly to her clit. Her clit jutted proudly from between her tight pussy lips and admittedly was an inviting invitation to any man to taste its sweetness.
Under normal circumstances Austin wouldn't disturb the temperamental temptress when she was resting. This however was not a now situation. His dick was flying at full mask and it throbbed because it wanted her so badly. Continuing to gently play with the neatly cut hair on her pretty little kitty Austin couldn't help himself. Lowering his head ever so carefully, he gently ran his tongue along her tight slit as he slowly stroked and caressed his massive hard on. Prissy stirred a little but continued to sleep.
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