His Captive Bride
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“Of course he does Manny, don’t you know anything? He is Spaniard.”
“Let’s not go telling all of my secrets chiquitita.”
Suddenly she grabbed Drake’s neck and whined, “I don’t have to leave today, do I?”
“You don’t have to leave ever, if you don’t want to.”
“Don’t lie to me, Daddy Drake, she gets a check for me and she won’t let that go.”
“Baby girl, that is the last thing that you need to be worried about; I am not going to lie to you.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, as I realize how much alike that Precious and I are.
Forged in fire!
“Go with Margarita, baby.”
“Gracias, Margarita.” I smile at her—as I watch her leave carrying my heart—in the form of a little girl.
“Spit it out, ‘little girl lost.’”
“Nothing!” I hiss spit at him, as if he were some predator.
Well he is! He stalks me.
“Just fucking drop it!” I’m answering him defensively because I’m mad. I’m mad because he is getting too close.
I hate you, because you are going to make me love you.
He turns me over on my back, but this time gently.
The son of a bitch licks the tears from my face, as he slowly and methodically enters me. Watching—no—studying every single, minute detail, of my ever changing expressions, as he takes me to places that I have never, ever ventured.
I hate you…Because you’re going to make me love you…
I walk into Drake’s massive Alpha male office and meander around looking.
He turns the speaker phone on so I can listen.
“Well you just make sure that I get that check, Drake. Cause I get $600.00 a month for her and that is a lot of money for me.”
“And I’m giving you $1200. I’m not made of money you know.” He answers into the phone.
I turn around and mouth the word ‘Liar,’ as I giggle.
I know that he is just trying to make me feel better, by allowing me to listen in on their conversation.
I know he can’t let these parasites know who he really is, or they’ll try to milk him dry—or worse yet—I shudder, as the thought crosses my mind and I push it away. His office is full of pictures that he has taken with—and for celebrities.
I tune out their conversation as I explore my surroundings.
I hear Precious running down the hallway and I panic, as I turn to alert Drake. Drake is on top of his game and already has it off of speaker phone. He quickly tells her that he has to go and that her check is on its way.
“Manny, Manny, I love it here; I so happy with you.”
“I am so happy with you,” I correct her.
“Hey little bit, what about me?” Drake sniffles, and wipes fake tears away with the back of his hand.
“You are so silly Daddy Drake. It’s your house, of course I’m happy you are here.” She rolls her eyes at him like he just doesn’t get it.
“Your house too,” he states, never missing a beat.
Before I have time to feel left out he adds “And Mandy’s too.’
It is odd the way that Precious calls me: ‘Manny’ and Drake calls me ‘Mandy’ at times. I wonder about the times that he calls me ‘Little girl lost.’ How does he know so much about me? How did he find me and what intrigued him enough to start stalking me?
Oh well; trying to figure out why Drake does what he does is a lost cause, but my curiosity does get the best of me at times.
I turn around and smile, but my eyes still feel swollen and there is a sadness that surrounds me.
This whole Mommy thing sucks! I love Precious, but that bitch of a Mother of hers is dragging up a whole of lot emotions that I have had buried for a long time…
Chapter Ten
Rico sat listening as Rosa talked on the phone to the latest man that she was swindling. He couldn’t help but think that if he had $1200.00 a month to give a junkie for her unwanted kid, then there must be more where that came from. He had seen Drake around before and he knew that he had a reputation for being crazy. Drake had an ‘off the charts’ temper and he had witnessed him take down a man twice his size one night, when the man kept pestering him for change—for a drink. He wasn’t in a hurry to get into a confrontation with him, but hell, a bullet between the eyes could tame the craziest of people. He would be looking into this guy and seeing if there wasn’t more to him than meets the eye.
Mandissa
Oh my gosh the man is relentless!
“We need to have lunch together again Mandissa. If you are serious about branching out into a larger area, then lunch is not an unrealistic request. It is business Mandissa.”
I hate the way the way that he talks down to me. Like he is so far above me, like I should be grateful for his help. He isn’t fooling anyone and he sure isn’t fooling me. Richard is just another control freak.
“There really isn’t anything to talk about Richard. I don’t have ‘branch out’ money.”
Maybe it grows on trees for you asshole, but I have to work for mine.
“Well Mandissa, we can work something out.”
Just what the hell are you implying; this man is so going to make me ‘move my neck!’ I can’t stand him.
“Just what are you implying, Richard?”
“Don’t be so defensive. I’m just saying that it isn’t like I can’t pull some strings and work out a deal; a deal that can benefit the both of us.”
“This is the last time that we do lunch, Richard!”
“Mandissa, I would think that you would have more respect for your Boss.”
“Well Richard, if you were my Boss, I would.”
“Lunch Mandissa, be ready to leave at Noon.”
I watch as Richard spouts off like a petulant child. It’s nothing more than his way of trying to gain control of a conversation that isn’t going the way that he projected. I mean it isn’t like he is going to give up any time soon.
I roll my eyes and get up to leave. I refuse to lower myself to his level, by engaging in this conversation with him.
Drake
I stand across the street leaned against a telephone pole watching in clear view. This guy just doesn’t give up. Sometimes being right out in the open is the best way to stalk. She hasn’t even seen me. To be honest with you, I am so mad right now, that I could care less if she does see me.
Mandissa
“After thirty minutes of listening to Richard, I finally just get tired of it and spurt out: “I don’t want to expand the show right now, Richard. I have some personal things going on right now and I don’t need anything else on my plate.”
“Personal?”
“Yes Richard; personal! That is a nice way of saying that I don’t want to get into it right now.”
I rudely get up and grab my things, I can catch a cab. I don’t need this. This guy is really beginning to bug me!
I make my way to the street and look up to view Drake.
You have got to be kidding, seriously; is there no end? This day is not going well.
He trots across the street taking my arm and leading me down an alley. He then places me into his car that Muhammad is driving. We have no more taken off and he starts in on me.
Drake & Mandissa
Little bitch, you little bitch! I told you, now you’re going to get it!
“Do you think that I’m playing with you, Mandissa?” I calmly place my hand around her throat.
“Stop it, Drake you’re scaring me!”
“Stop it Drake, you’re scaring me,” I mock her.
I bury my head into her hair as my grip tightens, “Are you going to fuck him? Because that is what he wants.”
“No!” I scream out.
“Shut-up, Mandissa! As soon as this car pulls up and into that driveway, you had better have your ass in the Master suite!”
“Don’t you mean Master’s suite?”
“Damn straight, I do!”
As soon as the car pulls in I make a mad dash for the front door. I don’t want Precious to see us fighting. No one is around and I am assuming that the Nanny has her out playing with her.
I race to the Master suite and try and shut the door before he reaches it, but he is right on my heels and he easily palms it, slamming it open. I jump on the bed backing into the head board as if it will offer me protection.
He undoes his belt removing it so quickly that the swooshing noise cuts through the air.
No! He wouldn’t, would he?
“You better not hit me Drake; I swear to God that I will leave!”
By now he is seated on top of me and he has pinned my arms down with his knees. He grabs my wrists with one hand and slips the belt around them tightening and commanding to move my hands above my head.
“You better not hit me Drake; I swear to God that I will leave.” He taunts—mocking me.
He reaches under the dress that I’m wearing and tears off my g-string as if it were non-existent.
I bury my head in her hair, her smell intoxicates me. She smells all fruity and crisp, like mangos or something from the islands. All tropical and shit you know?
“Shut-up Mandy or I’m going to take these sodden panties of yours and stuff them between those pristine, perfectly lined lips of yours.” I rip her shirt open and watch her face as shock and disbelief spreads over it. She is so beautiful. My mouth begins its assault on her breasts and now her ‘demanding bitchiness’ is melting away.
“Are you going to let me tap that Mandy, huh? I wouldn’t want to do anything that wasn’t consensual, now would I? Let’s see what your body has to say. Oh yes, it does tell on you girl. It most certainly gives all of your secrets away. And right now it’s giving me permission to fuck your little brains out.”
Mandissa
I watch as he rises and makes certain the door is locked. He removes his pants and I view the piercing. I can’t help but wonder if it hurt getting it. The man is perfect. I jerk my head away and begin trying to squirm my way out of the belt.
“Stop it, Mandy!”
He mounts me, but not before he smacks my inner thigh and I jerk my legs back in a knee jerk reaction, literally.
He grabs both sides of my head by a fistful of hair on each side, burying his face into my mane. He pushes into me and then up, in one motion, insuring that the total girth of him lodges somewhere that feels like he slammed into my cervix. Between that and the piercing—I’m in paradise.
Drake
She feels like velvet and honey in a vice grip and I want to violate her, I’m going to violate her.
“Do you think that he can give you this? Nobody can work your body over like I can. It’s me that you cry out for. It’s me that you beg! You and I both know that you have never had a man that makes you feel like I do.”
She is raising her torso up and I’m listening to her cry out to me as I continue to pin her down with my weight.
Moaning and writhing beneath me, as she whines my name, but that isn’t good enough for me. I rise up and open her legs like a pair of scissors and I begin to slowly but firmly pound into her at a side angle.
She is so wet. I glare into her eyes and spit right down on her clit and begin rubbing it. She opens her mouth and I know that she is going to scream; so I pop those panties right in her mouth and snarl, “Cum Mandy!”
Mandissa
What is this man doing to me? I have never had anyone defile me to such an extent as to cram my own underwear in my mouth—to shut me up. What is wrong with me? Why are the things that he is doing to me turning me on?
I have no reservations. He is the most primal, animalistic, sexual being that I have ever met before. It just gets better and better in bed with him.
I hate you, because you are going to make me love you…
Drake
I have never come that close to making a woman pass out from climaxing. Watching her eyes roll back in her head, after I stuffed those panties in her mouth was absolutely delicious.
And the expression on her face when I spit on her; but oh man—watching her just about pass out when she cummed—now that was the highlight of the event.
I told her that by the time that I got through with her she would never want another man. I never counted on me never wanting another woman though…
Chapter Eleven
“Ahh, baby; I don know nuttin about that man.”
Rico watched Rosa’s head roll back and forth, while drool dribbled down her cheek. She disgusted him. He had gotten her as high as he could, without causing her to OD.
The last thing that he needed was some dead junkie on his hands. He knew if she was wasted she would get diarrhea of the mouth. She always ran her mouth about anything that she knew when she was high. It was the reason that he kept her out of his business.
“All I know is that he follows that woman on TV, all stalkerish and shit. What’s she got, I ain’t got Rico? She ain’t no better than nobody else wit her highfalutin ass.”
Now that got Rico’s attention!
“What TV program is that baby?” Rico asked, licking the end of a blunt that he had just finished packing and rolling up.
“Mandissa’s Midway, ain’t that sumpin?” She asked, as she over dramatized the swinging of her arm to make a point. She done gone and named a TV program after herself. Like she some great white hope. I hate that bitch!”
Rosa continued her onslaught on Mandissa’s character, but Rico wasn’t listening. Two things stood out to him: If Mandissa was what Drake cared about—then that was where he would launch an attack. The second matter at hand: just how much money could he get for a local celebrity?
Drake & Mandissa
Mandissa sat at the dinner table watching Drake as he held Precious and toyed with her hair. He softly curled a piece through his fingers. He had put her to sleep with the action of doing so for the last fifteen minutes.
“Do you love your daughter, Mandissa?” He spoke in a low sinister tone.
Oh shit, this is not good.
“That is a rhetorical question Mandy, not one in need of an answer. The way that I see it, I’m the one who holds the power here. I can’t very well have my daughter with a Mother who runs around dating other men, now can I?”
“She isn’t ours yet, Drake.” I spit the words out at him in anger.
He tilted his head; squinting his eyes at me.
Right now they didn’t appear to be eyes, just two black slits that held the promise of impending danger.
Once again he was scaring me. It wasn’t necessary for him to raise his voice, or a hand to me, in order to make his point. Drake was a dangerous man and I knew it, just how dangerous I wasn’t sure of, but I wasn’t in a hurry to find out either.
“Now mind you, I would never do anything to hurt my little Preciosa and that includes allowing her to be in the presence of someone that I deemed un-fit.”
“You know what Drake? I’m a brass tacks kind of gal, so why not just say it? If I don’t do what you want, then you will make sure that I don’t get to see her.”
“By George, I think that you have got it, Mandy!”
“You are a bastard Drake, a real bona-fide-bastard!”
“How sweet of you to insinuate that I’m the real deal, because you are right Mandy, there is no fraud, no deceit, just a real sincere bastard that means what he says, and says what he means. I’m glad to see that we have come to a mutual understanding. You know Mandy, communication is very important in a relationship, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Fuck you Drake, you are a one hundred percent bastard, a through and through bastard. Take whatever else that you are reading into it and shove it! You are just being a smart ass anyway.”
I watched his face contort, as a snarl formed on his mouth and I decided that I had said enough.
I slammed my clothe napkin down and got up. I didn’t need this, I knew that Precious was safe a
nd I could sleep at home. One thing was for sure, I would never be giving up control of my apt, no matter where this roller coaster ride ended up…
Chapter Twelve
I woke up the next morning grateful for the time alone. Between the self proclaimed ‘Boss’ and the self proclaimed ‘Owner’ I was sick of men.
I had grown up on my own and I didn’t need a man then, or now. Shrinking violet was not one of my personality traits. I knew that Precious was ok, but I still missed her. I hoped that Drake had enough sense to not let Precious know what was going on and put her in the middle of it.
I was concerned about Mr. Brandon though. I hadn’t checked on him in close to two weeks and I needed to make sure that he had groceries. I threw my hair into a ponytail and put on minimal make-up to go down and check on him.
I had my purse but I had forgotten my phone when I ran out of the house last night. I decided that it was better that I didn’t have one, that way I wouldn’t have deal with Drake.
I looked up and down the street as I backed out to make sure that Drake wasn’t stalking me, when I was satisfied that the coast was clear, I headed down to Midway…
Rico
Rico looked out the window and onto the street below and couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.”
He licked his lips, even though she didn’t have on the business clothing that he had heard everyone describe her as wearing, she looked good. The promise of money that surrounded her made her look even better. This was just too damn easy.
Mandissa
I clutched my purse in close to my body. It was awfully quiet around here today. Maybe everyone was still sleeping off the night before. It was still early by street standards, only 10:00am and most people slept until 1:00 or 2:00 in the afternoon around here.