Escape to Paris With Love

by Lee, Brenda Stokes

  “This fucker must think that I am one of those silly ass bitches that he normally fucks!” She hissed beneath her breath as she heard Hunter getting out the shower.

  Putting everything back exactly where she found it Kalli left the bedroom and returned to her study. She was pissed. Her mind raced as she thought of what she would say when she confronted him. Then it hit, why confront him when he’d only deny it? She need concrete proof if she wanted to prove to her parents that Hunter was a lying, cheating sack of maggot shit.

  Moments later Hunter entered her study. “I see you’re hard at work again. Tell my cousins they’re going to find someone else to handle their PR work once we’re married. I want you home with me, barefoot and pregnant once we get married.”

  It took every ounce of control that Kalli owned to keep her from slapping the dog shit out of him. Instead, she smiled and kissed his cheating lips. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”

  “I’m serious Kalli. You know I want a big family. Armani and Fabian work you to hard. I have more than enough money to support you. I want you to resign as soon as possible. Let somebody else spin their bullshit and make it look like cotton candy.”

  Kalli laughed. “Actually… Armani and Fabian have both been coloring with in the lines lately. So, can I say the same about my handsome prince?”

  Hunter chuckled, “Now you know you don’t even have to ask that question.”

  “So look, I got to run. I have a meeting in less than an hour. Can we meet for dinner and perhaps a movie tonight? ”

  Hunter sampled her lips and hugged her close as he allowed his hands to slip down her back and caress her round ass. “I’d like that. It’s been awhile since we’ve been out on a date.”

  “Don’t even start! No sex until after the wedding, remember?” Kalli giggled.

  “How could I forget? I haven’t been able to think about anything else since the moment I allowed you to brow beat me into agreeing to this torture.” Hunter responded as he covered Kalli’s mouth with a playful kiss. “Go ahead! Get out of here before I rip this damn dress off of you and bend you over this desk.”

  “Yeah… See, that’s not going to happen. So, yeah… I think I’d better go.” Kalli, playfully smacked Hunter’s hand, which was slowly creeping up the bottom of her dress. “Got to go! I’ll meet you tonight at seven at Le Meurice.”

  “Do you need me to have Takara make reservations? She’s on her way.”

  “Takara’s working today? I thought she was off on Saturdays?”

  “No… I mean… Yeah… We’re a little behind on that project I have her working on. So, she agreed to put in some overtime.” Hunter fumbled over his words as he scrambled for an answer.

  “Okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ve already taken care of reservations. I have something special planned.” Kalli responded as she headed for the door.

  Not knowing when to shut the hell up, Hunter sealed his fate and hammered the final nail in his coffin. “No wonder he doesn’t cruise Paris chasing ass. He fucking his assistant and I am going to bust his ass today.” Kalli snorted. “Got you Bitch!”

  ~*~*~

  Kalli drove a half a block away and waited for Takara to show up at their home. Hunter’s dick was as hard as a diamond blade and she knew that he was anxious for some pussy. She knew that he would waste no time getting Takara in a compromising position and she planned to be right there with her iPhone camera in hand.

  Moments later Takara pulled into their drive way and headed into the house. Kalli gave them ten minutes and then she returned home. Not completely sure what she would discovered she mentally prepared herself for any and everything. Parking her car around back she entered through the back entrance undetected. She could hear voices in the distance and identified one of those voices as Hunter’s.

  Following the voices she made her way upstairs to their bedroom. Camera in hand she listened outside her bedroom door to what sounded like bad porn. Takara was whimpering and begging and Hunter was screaming, “You like this cock? Huh, tell me how much you enjoy my big white cock in your hot wet pussy.”

  “Yes! Yes! I love it!” Takara responded.

  “Then say it! Tell me that you like how my big cock makes your wet pussy feel!” He demanded as the obvious sounds of fucking trailed from the room.

  “Yes, Prince Bazile! I love how your big cock makes my wet pussy feel!”

  Now, to Kalli’s surprise the bedroom door was ajar. Switching to video, she prepared to film her first homegrown porn scene. Pushing the door open slightly she quietly moved closer to the doorway. Getting on all fours she crawled to the entrance and aimed her iPhone camera towards the big king size bed. Monitoring the screen she held her cellphone in place while it filmed everything.

  Hunter was riding Takara’s ass like she was a prize winning thoroughbred and he was about to win the damn Triple Crown. Pulling her head back by her long hair weave Hunter thrust his tongue down her throat while he hammered her hard with his dick. Caught up in the moment they never realized that Kalli was there.

  Kalli could tell by the pattern of grunts and growls and curses that filled the room that Hunter was close to coming. Daring to catch the big finish on digital tape she hung in there to the very end. She wanted and needed every second of footage she could get.

  Screaming like a pervert whose dick was being ripped off by a pair of rusty pliers Hunter screamed loudly like a frightened bitch! “Baby, I’m coming… I’m coming… I’m fucking coming!” He yelled.

  “Rub my clit! Rub it! Rub it hard Prince Bazile! Make me come to! God I want to!” Takara screamed out in response.

  “Fuck that! I can do better than that!” Hunter snorted. “I’m going to make you come so hard your pussy is going to explode!”

  Pulling his wet dick out Hunter grabbed Takara by the waist, flipped her onto her back, wish-boned her legs and buried his face between her thighs. He growled and snarled like a ravenous wolf as he attacked Takara’s pussy.

  “Fuck! That’s it! That’s it! Eat that fucking pussy! Eat that fucking dirty pussy Prince Bazile!” Takara commanded as she grabbed a fist of Hunter’s hair and humped his face.

  Kalli watched the screen as this all unfolded. She knew she had enough footage but she couldn’t tear herself away without capturing the big finish. Then it happened.

  “Ah fuck yeah! This some good fucking pussy right here! You coming baby? You coming… Because I’m about to come again!” Hunter yelled. “Fuck my face, baby! Fuck my face! Spread that cream all over my face! That’s it! Fuck my face and make both of us coming!”

  “OHHHH SHIT! That’s it… That’s it! Rip that fucking clit off and chew it and then spit it in my fucking face! Oh eat that fucking pussy good! ” Takara screamed as her body shook violently! She was coming and she was coming hard.

  Jumping to his knees Hunter jumped on her face and slammed his dick in her mouth. Grabbing two fists full of her hair he fucked her mouth like she was a fucking blow up doll. Ten humps lately he choked her with his hot load. Spitting, coughing and gurgling Takara fought to keep from choking to death as Hunter continued to fuck the hell out of her face.

  Easing backwards from the room, still on all fours Kalli exited the doorway unnoticed. Tiptoeing down the hallway and down the stairs she left the house the same way she came in, through the back door, completely undetected.

  Driving a few miles away she pulled over and checked her footage. It was crystal clear. “Oh hell yeah! I love my damn iPhone!” She giggled as she watched her fiancé fuck his personal assistant in her fucking bed. “Somebody ass is cold fucking busted! Got your bitch ass now Hunter! You cheating mother fucker! Let me see my father plead your case and explain this shit!”

  Quickly punching a few keys on her phone, Kalli uploaded the footage to a popular video porn website. Labeling the video as, “This Prince is Royally Fucked,” she knew it would go viral in a matter of minutes and it did. Finally she was free of Prince Hunter Fabre′ Bazile and all o
f his monkey ass bullshit.

  Chapter 25 Fabian

  It had been almost a week since she allowed him to hold her in his arms and drown in her sex. It was so unexpected, but Fabian found himself head over ass in love with this incredible woman. He couldn’t think about anything except making her his.

  Holding her nude frame in his arms after perfect sex he slowly traced the elegant lines of her long arms and graceful shoulders as he softly kissed her flawless skin.

  She lay quietly as she slowly regained her senses. She had come so hard she felt her heart stop. Fabian was an incredible lover and over the last several months he had proved to be a devoted one as well. She knew he called off his engagement to be free to be with her. She only hoped her delay in doing the same had not caused her to lose his heart.

  “Fabian do you really love me, or am I just another piece of ass to you?” She cautiously asked.

  “Kalli, you know how I really feel about you. Why would you ask me something like that?”

  “Because I need to know for sure… After what I just witnessed I need to know that what’s going on between us is not just a random fuck.”

  “What Happened? What did you see?” Fabian asked as he rolled her on her back so he could look at her face.

  Kalli sighed. Hold on I can show you better than I can explain it.”

  Kalli got up from Fabian’s bed and retrieved her cell phone from her purse. Pushing a few buttons on her iPhone she cued up the video of Hunter and Takara on the porn site. “Here watch this.” She said as she gave Fabian her phone.

  “Porn? Are you serious? Why?” He asked a little confused.

  “Just watch and you’ll see.”

  “Kalli I hope you know what you are in for when I’m done watching this right? I’m going to wear your ass out!” Fabian chuckled as he pressed the play button.

  Fabian eyes narrowed as he tried to get a good look at the video. The voice was oddly familiar but he couldn’t quite identify the tanned, white ass that was fucking the hell out of this sista. “Who the fuck is this and why do I know him? This guy’s voice is so damn familiar, but I can’t place it.”

  Kalli giggled. “It should sound familiar, he’s your cousin.”

  “Hunter! Oh shit! Yes it is! Who’s he fucking? Oh hell no! That’s Takara! Hunter’s fucking Takara in your fucking bedroom no less! Oh fucking hell nah!” Fabian chuckled. “Is this shit real?”

  Kalli simply nodded yes. “It sure is. I finally caught the bastard with his hands in the chocolate chip cookie jar.”

  “When was this filmed? Better yet, who filmed it and how the hell did it get on this porn site.” Fabian asked, shocked as he continued to watch?

  “I filmed it right before I came. I needed undisputable evidence that he was a major dick so I uploaded it to the web. It’s gone viral and is now on every major porn hub on the internet.”

  “Out fucking standing! Good for you!”

  “You know what this means right?” Kalli asked Fabian.

  “Yeah! It means that Hunter has finally been exposed as the supercilious little prick that he actually is! Wait until my grandparents get a look at their golden boy in action.”

  Kalli kneeled at Fabian’s knees. Taking the phone from him she tossed it on the bed. “You’ve seen enough.”

  “Hold up! I was still watching that!” Fabian protested as he tried to retrieve it.

  “Marry me!”

  “What did you say?”

  “I said marry me! If you love me like you say you do then prove it! Marry me!”

  “Kalli, are you serious? Fabian asked as he looked down at the stunningly beautiful woman who captured his heart and ruined him for all other women.

  “Yes. Marry me!”

  Fabian said not a word. He pulled her from her knees and sat her on the edge of his bed. Pulling on his boxers, his jeans and his tee shirt he prepared to leave the room.

  “Fabian, where are you going?” She asked confused.

  “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”

  “Look… You don’t have to answer that… I just thought… Come back to bed. Fabian please don’t leave.”

  “I’m not going anywhere. It’s my house, remember! Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

  Tears quickly filled Kalli’s eyes. She had no clue where Fabian went. She expected to hear the sounds of screeching tires peeling off any second now. He was gone for less than five minutes but it felt like an eternity to Kalli. Naked, frightened and confused she waited for her prince to return.

  Fabian’s eyes met her as he walked back in the room. His eyes were red as if he had been crying. Kalli arched her back to strengthen and straighten her posture. Holding her head high she squared her shoulders and waited for him to say no.

  Dropping to one knee Fabian took her left hand and kissed it gently. His eyes engaged hers. “Ask me again.”

  “What?”

  “Ask me again.”

  “Prince Fabian Fabre′ will you marry me?” She managed as she choked on her emotions.

  “Yes! Nothing in this world would make me happier. Except…” He hesitated.

  “Except what?”

  Fabian slipped a humongous 10 karat, flawless princess cut diamond ring on Kalli’s ring finger. “Except if you would accept this ring and marry me. Marry me Kalli!”

  “Oh Fabian… It’s so beautiful! Where did you get this?”

  “From my safe downstairs! I bought it for you the day I called off my engagement to Shannon. I knew you were the one the first time we made love. I just had to convince you that I was the one for you. So, answer my question. Kalli Gentile will you please be my wife?”

  “How can I possibly say no? After all, I just humiliated myself by asking you to marry me. Butt ass naked, I might add. So, yes! Yes I will marry you Prince Fabian.”

  Armani grinned from ear to ear before smothering her mouth with a breath stealing kiss. They kissed for what seemed like forever until their embrace was interrupted by a call from Hunter no less. Kalli excused herself to send him a text.

  The text read, “Kiss my ass Hunter the wedding is off!” Naturally the text included a link to his viral homegrown porn video of course.

  Kalli returned to the arms of her handsome prince and they celebrated their engagement by making love until they were exhausted. She moved in with Fabian that night and returned Hunters ring via FedEx. She never spoke to him again.

  Chapter 26 EJ

  EJ was as nervous as a hooker turning tricks in line on judgment day. She hadn’t had sex since the last night she spent with Paul. Honestly, she thought she’d never have the desire or the courage to give herself to another man. Yet here she stood, alone with Armani in the luxurious stateroom of his yacht.

  Armani was so charmingly debonair that he took EJ completely by storm. From the moment his car crashed into hers EJ was swept up into a fantasy world of romance. A world where a sexy, handsome prince wooed an average working class, African American woman and showered her with love, affection, gifts and good intent.

  Sure EJ could hardly be considered working class. By all rights EJ and her daughters were set for life, Teddy saw to that by establishing a living trust of ten million dollars in honor of Paul for EJ and the girls. She also owned an extremely successful investment business with Prissy. Even still, she would still be considered financially challenged compared to the insane number of zeroes behind Prince Armani Fabre′s name.

  Actually, none of that mattered to the happy couple who had dated exclusively for a month now. Though economically and socially worlds apart they were perfectly matched. Armani had loved the mythical version of EJ in his dreams for years. He could not have fathomed that the real version could be ten times more exquisite than he could have ever imagined. Her beauty, her wit and her charm stunned the handsome prince, but her giving, loving heart blew him away. He was hers for the taking from the second she spoke.

  EJ soon came to realize that her reoccurring dreams of Paul stopped ins
tantly the day that Armani crashed into her life. Without fail she had dreamed of making love to Paul every single night since he passed only to awake alone and hurt. Although sweet, those dreams crippled her with regret and almost destroyed her. Now they were gone and EJ was free to love and be loved.

  Tonight would be the turning point in her new existence. Tonight EJ would make love to an incredibly awesome man who loved and worshipped her and she would not wake up alone. For the first time in over seven years EJ was truly happy. Actually, she had no concept how happy she was about to be.

  Armani had been more than a gentleman, patiently courting the Atlanta beauty for almost a full four weeks without making a move past second base. He sensed that EJ wanted him but something beyond her control was holding her back and keeping her out of his bed. Armani was playing for keeps. He realized that they were locked in an intriguing game of chess and not a front porch game of checkers. EJ was an exceptionally woman, as complex as she was beautiful. Armani knew he had to strategically calculate and weigh his every move, including this one.

  Until now, they had dated in and around Paris and EJ always had the luxury of returning home at the end of the date. Subliminal offers to spend the night with the handsome prince were offered, but EJ never once took the bait. So, Armani realized that they had to get away so that they could be alone and EJ couldn’t go home even if she wanted to.

  A short, romantic voyage on Armani’s two hundred and fifty foot super yacht would present the perfect opportunity for him to both romance and seduce the woman of his dreams. Inviting EJ on a weekend cruise on his yacht was a well calculated move that was about to pay off big. Armani found himself waiting in bed as the stunning, half naked EJ made her way to the bed to join him.

  “You look amazing. Please come to me.” His sultry, baritone voice beckoned.

  A slow nervous smile spread across EJ’s face as she moved slowly towards him. Every fiber of her being wanted to give itself to this deliciously intoxicating man. Prince Armani Fabre′ was nothing less than hot sex covered in flesh and EJ could not believe that he was her man. For seven years she was celibate, although she didn’t share this fact with Armani. It seemed too weird and she was already nervous enough.