“Please, take a seat,” he said as he closed the door behind me.
I walked over to the white loveseat and did as I was told.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked as he poured a glass of champagne, “its Cristal,” he shook the bottle, “very fruity!”
Fucking yes! I smiled, “Water will be fine.”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “suit yourself, you smell good by the way.”
My face flushed at his words, if only he knew that he was driving me crazy and I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to control it.
He grabbed another glass and poured water into it.
“So, why didn’t I see you at the new store today if you’re so interested in my company?” He handed me the glass of water and sat beside me. He laid back onto the couch, crossed his legs and sipped from his glass. I had to focus really hard on the glass of water that I held in front of me to keep from pouncing on him. “Chantel Wilson, you are professional. You are here for a job, so that you can follow your dreams, and reach your goals.” I reminded myself.
“Well,” I choked out, “I was planning on going by tomorrow and applying.”
“Tomorrow isn’t promised Miss. Wilson,” He interrupted me, “If you had the chance to meet the CEO or work as a cashier, which would you choose?”
My heart fell to my stomach. I was always talking about opportunity, but never getting up to grab it.
“I hadn’t planned on being a cashier,” I mumbled. Why the hell did I just say that? My mind scolded me. I looked at Mr. DeVito.
He smirked and took another sip of his drink before sitting up on the edge of the couch and setting his glass on the coffee table in front of us. He grabbed my glass and set it beside his.
“Stand up,” he ordered, and I replied by standing up.
“Walk to the door.” He was kicking me out, I completely understood, I deserved it. My smart ass mouth was always getting me into trouble. Shut the hell up sometimes Chantel, maybe then you wouldn’t be in Newark for the rest of your damn life.
I slowly began to walk toward the door and with my first step I could feel his eyes burning into my ass. I bit my lip to keep my mind at ease as the room began to get hotter. When I finally got to the door I turned to face him, with the hopes that he wouldn’t tell me to open it and let myself out. Sure enough, there he was staring at my every move.
“Did you pick out this outfit?”
“Uh, I did actually. Although it’s not meant for any kind of interview.”
“Why not?”
“It’s way too casual.”
“Even for a cashier?”
I paused, I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not, he didn’t smirk, he simply waited for a reply, “I have no interest in being a cashier, unless that cashier makes as much as you.”
He stood up and the clear lump in his sweats made it obvious that he was not wearing any kind of underwear. At that moment I felt the first real surge of arousal shoot through my body. In an instant, the thought of seeing him without the sweat pants too, shifted me from interested in him to gluttonously horny. I tried really hard not to make it obvious that I was lusting over my future boss, and by the way his eyes were ripping away my clothes, I could tell he was trying too.
“Miss. Wilson, do you mind bringing me a glass of water from over there?”
I quickly turned to the refrigerator and grabbed the pitcher of water. As long as he wasn’t kicking me out, I was okay with doing anything for that man. I poured the water into a glass and presented it to him within the minute. He thanked me, took a long sip, and set the glass down with the other two.
“Are you on the pill Miss. Wilson?” He interrupted the silence.
I choked and looked into his dark gaze, “On the… excuse me?”
“Are you on the pill,” he repeated just as calm, “have you not been thinking of me in the way that I’ve been thinking of you?” He eyeballed my body up and down.
Hell the fuck yes I have, now strip me, my inner voice whined! “Well, Mr. DeVito, I was pretty sure this whole get together was for a job.”
He stepped closer to me and I looked away to keep with my morals of not turning into a Jersey hoe. He placed his strong but soft hand on my chin and redirected my eyes to his. Without any words he gripped my top lip in between his. I responded immediately by kissing him back and falling under the spell of Andrew DeVito. His hand left my chin and ran up the side of my face. His mouth moved to my bottom lip and he bit down lightly, sending a tingling sensation through my body. So many thoughts went rushing through my baffled mind, but the one that stood out the most was “whatever it takes” and I let his strong body take over me.
He pulled away from my lips and reached for the hem of my shirt. Chill bumps poked through my skin as his soft lips grazed my neck and he dragged my shirt over my head. My black bra wrapped breasts popped out and jiggled a bit before he cupped them in his palms. He squeezed my breasts and planted kisses all over my chest before pulling the cups of my bra down to reveal my pearl like nipples. I didn’t want anything more in that moment than for him to bite down on them and to my surprise he did just that. I gasped at the touch of his teeth and gripped his shirt.
He growled into my chest and it lit my clitoris on fire. I couldn’t take his teasing anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair and led his head up to mine. I pulled my bra all the way off and let it fall down next to my shirt. I managed to get Mr. DeVito’s shirt over his strong shoulders and I jerked his sweats down to reveal his rock hard lower member. Knowing that I could make someone so powerful, this excited provoked me to push him back onto the couch and slowly slide my ass out of my pants, because I knew that it would make his stomach drop.
Now that we were both completely naked, aside from things that didn’t matter like socks and a necklace, I took my opportunity. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. I grabbed his hands and placed them on my ass while I slowly moved my hips in a circular motion letting his shaft throb in between my cheeks. I leaned in to him and let my lips part his. I rested my elbows on the couch behind him and intertwined my fingers with his hair, then touched my tongue against his. Mr. DeVito’s heart began to pound against my erect nipples and I continued to make him mine. Our tongues danced as he smacked and jiggled my bottom.
I could feel the head of his crotch getting wet against my honey glazed vagina walls. I retracted my lips from his mouth and cradled his head in my bosom and he did not hesitate to pop them in his mouth. Heavy breathing escaped my body from the touch of his hands leading my hips in a grinding motion against his. I held him close to me as he gently slid all the way inside of me. Close like you would if it were cold, and you were trying to keep the heat from escaping. A loud, simultaneous moan filled the room, and it didn’t seem so big anymore. He filled me up, like I had never been filled before. I was becoming one with Mr. DeVito, and I loved every minute of it. His delicate motions were becoming harder and faster. He felt amazing inside of me. He started to thrust against my hips, and with a few quick ones, he had me begging for more of his vivacious body. I framed his head with my arms, and I rode him as hard and as fast as I could. He was filling a space that I didn’t know was empty and it stimulated me. I tightened up around him and slowed down taking in every inch of what was mine.
“Fuck!” He growled into my neck. It excited me, and sent me over my peak. I bit down into the pillow behind Mr. DeVito and keeled over with arousal as he thrusted his hips once more inside of me and his cream filled me up.
Beads of sweat fell down our bodies as we recovered and I slid off top of him to his side. I was on a high that I didn’t want to come down from, but the silence in the room was killing me. I looked over to Mr. DeVito. He looked so calm, at peace. His eyes were closed and he was laying back on the couch. I wanted to cuddle up with him, but I didn’t know if I should, I was not planning on staying here all night. His body was getting me hot, but I knew I should leave soon. I felt like I shou
ld anyway. I laid there next to him for a little bit longer until his phone began to buzz.
“Hello darling,” he answered.
Shit. I knew he had a wife, and for some reason I didn’t think about it. I’d seen her on his arm all the time on T.V.
“Well some things came up, and I had to make a few business decisions,” He lied as he stared at me. My nipples stung against my chest and my clitoris bulged through my labia.
I draped my right leg across his and I began to play with myself. I was still hot and wet from moments before when a billionaire was inside of me. His sentences became short and choppy, and his crotch began to throb against my thigh.
“Yea Hun, I’m fine,” he lied again. I smiled, and licked my fingers. I checked my phone and it was past time to go. I got up from the couch and grabbed my clothes. I put my joggers and my tank top over my naked body, then stuffed my underwear into my pocket. I grabbed my phone and my keys and blew him a kiss on my way out the door.
Kenneth was standing there just as tall and strong as he was before.
“Miss. Wilson,” he began, “Would you like me to walk you to your car?” He glanced down at my chest and blushed before quickly looking up into my eyes again. It probably wasn’t a great idea to let my double D sand bags hang around like that after a “professional meeting”. I smiled at the thought and agreed to let him walk me out.
We got to my car and he asked if there was anything else he could do. I thanked him, declined his offers and he sent me on my way with wishes of good luck with the job and safe travels home.
Chapter 6
I got home and all I could think about was how dreamlike my night had been. I couldn’t wipe that goofy ass grin off my face. I got in the shower and washed the smell of sex off of my body. I threw on a big t shirt, got into my bed, and instantly fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing in my ear.
Come back? Today at noon.
I couldn’t tell if Mr. DeVito was asking me for sex again or if he was really interested in my eye for fashion. I decided to take the conservative approach and replied,
I’ll be there, should I bring anything?
Not underwear.
I could hardly control my urge to run over to him in what I was wearing, but if I didn’t learn anything else in high school, I learned what a booty call was, and I was not about to give in. If he wanted to tease, I could too.
I got up and threw some bacon in the oven. While it was cooking I showered and sleeked my hair back into a high bun, leaving no strand un-gelled. I lotioned and perfumed my body down, then made my way over to my dresser to pick out an outfit for Mr. Andrew DeVito.
***
That day we fucked. It wasn’t slow intimate sex like the night before. It was dirty, wet, hot fucking. He wasted no time getting me out of the tight blue dress I had chosen. My original intentions were to tease the hell out of him and make him want me working in his office everyday so that he could get a good little hard on, but that is not what he was thinking.
As soon as I walked into the door he stuck his tongue down my throat, and I completely dissolved at his touch. After that we just started fucking. There is never really a clear beginning or end to sex. Is it when you get naked? Or maybe it’s when he’s inside you and you’re on a different type of high. Mr. DeVito took me places that day that I didn’t know existed. We started with me bent over the counter, and ended cuddled together in the Jacuzzi, sipping the Cristal he had offered the night before. I could definitely get used to a life like that. I wanted to get used to a life like that.
Chapter 7
Every day since then has been the exact same as it was before I met Mr. Andrew DeVito. I never went to Divine Design because I assumed I had gotten in well with the CEO. We texted back and forth for a few days after that, he explained that he would get paper work sent over to my email and as soon as I filled them out and sent them back he would have my starting date.
Every day I woke up at 4pm, checked my email on my phone, ate something, read the paper or listened to the radio, cleaned my body, and went to work. I had Mondays and Tuesdays off, but I usually spent them in Rasheed’s office, researching the company on his computer. He never did ask me about that night with Mr. DeVito, and I didn’t bring it up. I’d tried calling Mr. DeVito’s office countless times after two weeks of no communication, but it was always busy, or he was out of the office.
So I decided to forget about it. If it wasn’t meant to be, it wasn’t meant to be. Before my mama died she always said that some people are born eating from a silver spoon, and those of us who aren’t do whatever it takes to try and get one. I guess she forgot to mention that some of us had to work a little harder than others for theirs. Everyone I hung out with in high school went to some of the top colleges around the state and even in New York, and I was stuck waitressing at a bar and never fulfilling my dreams.
I must admit though. Every night since then wasn’t completely boring. Rasheed was doing some remodeling at the bar, changing some colors, menu items, and even some employees. Rasheed knew that I didn’t talk to any of my co-workers and he wanted to change that, so he sent me and Tracey out to a club to socialize. I didn’t want to go, but I was getting paid for it, and I loved my money. So I agreed to go and Tracey met me at my apartment.
Tracey was a bit older than me. She was twenty-nine. She was thin, but she filled out that blue waitress uniform perfectly. Her skin was the color of sand, but it was clear and vibrant. She was from the rich side of New, Jersey, but she was here because her parents didn’t think she could handle living on her own a few years back. When she proved it to them, they gave her a lump of cash, and let her be. I’m not really sure why she stayed there after that, but I think she was fucking Rasheed.
“Damn mama, you look good,” Tracey exclaimed as I hopped into her Chevy Impala. I was wearing a low-cut gold halter dress that stopped right underneath my ass and the cleavage cut was all the way down to my belly-button.
“Thanks girl,” I replied, “What are we gettin’ into?”
“I don’t know,” she said pulling off, “I guess we’ll figure it out.”
She drove us around for a bit and at around ten o clock pm, she pulled up behind a place called Ardeago’s. I had never been there before. I heard that it was way too rich for my blood and when we got out of the car and got in, I was sure. Upon entering through the large glass doors, there was a mini foyer and a small set of stairs that lead to a hallway to the main dance floor. The walls were crystal all over the building and everything was a beautiful silver color. There were black bar counters and drapes over the windows. The place made me feel kind of wealthy and we partied like we were wealthy. We danced all over the floor and drank the night away. We even got a few numbers, I never used any of mine, but it was nice to know that someone liked my face enough to want to see it again. That night after the club we went to a diner and grabbed some food, then I spent the night at her place. She has a nice little home and her roommate has the hottest boyfriend. I couldn’t really sleep that night so I spent it on her couch watching movies and stuffing my face. It was probably one of the greatest nights I’ve had just chilling since my mom died.
Aside from that, I was just really moody after not hearing from Mr. DeVito. I remember very clearly, the 8th of October, exactly two months after my night with him, I woke up vomiting. I had felt sick the entire week before and took the week off, but that day was the tipping point when I smelt something terrible seeping through the vents in my apartment. I had no idea what it could be, but it sent me over my edge and I barely made it to the bathroom before I hurled. I decided I needed to go to the Emergency Room, but I couldn’t drive myself. So I called Rasheed.
“The hospital? Are you sure mama?” he asked.
“Yes. Can you take me?”
“I’m on my way, sit tight, and try to get some fresh air.”
Rasheed was at my house within the next 20 minutes. He brought me to the hospital
and asked if I wanted him to stay with me. I did, however, I knew he was a busy man and I told him I’d call when I was finished. I checked in, then sat in the waiting room for about an hour reading a magazine and checking my phone.
“Chantel Wilson?”
I looked up from the magazine I was reading.
“Who’s asking?” I asked with my full attention on the good looking man that stood in front of me.
“Baby doll? You really don’t remember my fine self?” He rubbed his right nipple in a circular motion.
The only person that ever called me baby doll was Brenton Montgomery. Brenton was my best friend in high school. We did literally everything together, we told each other our deepest secrets, and we even lost our virginities to each other. Everyone thought we dated, but we didn’t, he was just the only person I could trust. Brenton Montgomery and I were a friendly couple. We didn’t date, but we did things as a couple. I didn’t like him in a more than a friend type of way.
Before we graduated we decided to visit each other often, at least once a month. With him going to NYU and me going to Rutgers, it wouldn’t be hard with the schools only being forty five minutes away. The plan was perfect, except I stopped texting him a few weeks after he left. He was starting with a few summer classes, and I was getting one last summer vacation at home because my mom was sick. My mom died right before my enrollment deposit was due. I was on my own. I thought of calling him or his mom, but I never did, I never went to college, and I never lived my dreams. I stayed in the house for a while after the funeral. He came over a lot, but I never answered the door; he sent me letters, and text messages, he had food delivered and called almost every day. I never responded, and one day, he stopped feeding into it. I don’t know why I stopped talking to him exactly. The only thing I could think of was that I met him through my mother, and he would remind me of her, but I met Rasheed through my mother as well, so that couldn’t be the reason.
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