Symóne was ecstatic and could not wait until Saturday, the day they would shop for her store space. Her outlook on life was growing positive even with all the terrorist texts she's received. It had gotten late and they both decided to head off to bed. Giving each other another long embrace, they parted ways for the night.
Lying in bed, Symóne battled with herself on whether she was getting in over her head with Trevor. Everything felt right, but her mind was constantly reminding her of how great Brent was to her until that one fateful day. She shivered at the memory and continued to look at all the differences between Brent and Trevor. Brent was a construction worker, who made a good living. He was always looking for the next hustle and ways to start his own remodeling business. Trevor, is already established with his own firm and is part owner of several other businesses that are all quite successful. One needed money to get a start, the other has more money than he knew what to do with. No, there was no reason for her to fear partnering up with Trevor. The only thing he wants from her, he has made abundantly clear, and that's to be with her.
Meanwhile in Trevor's bedroom, he was thinking of how much he wanted to make Symóne happy and protect her from this person that is causing her so much grief. His plate was full and he intended on distributing his responsibilities accordingly. Right now, all he wanted to do was go to sleep remembering her in his arms. He closed his eyes with that thought being the last thought and fell asleep.
Chapter 8
“Oh my goodness! Thank God it's Friday!” Faye chimed at the daylight seeping through her bedroom curtains.
She had one mission under her belt and now, she needed to find herself a man.
Flinging her comforter back, she stretched just before getting out of bed. She was still a bit tired from being online man surfing all night and her steps were weighted. Halfway through her morning routine of brushing her teeth, her mom entered her bathroom and wondered why was she up so early.
“I'm picking Symóne up today. We're car pooling and have some errands to run after work,” she explained after rinsing the foamy residue from her mouth.
It was the truth, but there was also another reason she and Symóne were car pooling.
“You girls need to make sure you're being careful out there. Being single isn't safe because there are way too many creeps in the world nowadays,” she warned her daughter.
“You have no idea,” Faye muttered under her breath as her mother walked away. She finally finished getting ready, then called her point of contact and checked to see if it was okay to pick Symóne up for work. She was assured that Symóne was indeed at her apartment, ready and waiting for her ride.
Once in the car, Faye asked her again. “So…did you get some of that yet?” she was serious. Symóne cracked a smile and shook her head.
“No. Why are you so interested in my love life?” she sneered with curiosity.
“Well I need some romance to hold on to, and since you're the only one of us with a man, you should be getting those coochie cobwebs dusted off. I have gone so long without getting any, I think my vagina has been condemned and needs reconstructive renovations,” said Faye.
Symóne choked on the saliva in the back of her throat and howled with laughter. She laughed so hard that it was hard for her to catch her breath. She was literally wiping away tears when Faye began to continuously plead for something romantic to hold on to.
“Whoo, okay. I'll tell you this,” she began, but rushed to finish their conversation before they got out of the car at work. “I don't believe that it's going to happen this soon, not that I don't want to, but it just feels better to wait. However…when he holds me, its nearly the same effect. I become excited and my body begins to react to him as though its more than an embrace. It feels like we're connecting intimately on all levels,” she finished just as Faye parked her car.
Faye took her key out of the ignition then looked at Symóne with envy. “You are such a lucky bitch. I am so happy for you and when the two of you do get it on, I want all the details,” she demanded.
“Faye! I'm not telling you a damn thing. Trevor may not want you to know his business,” she smirked and got out of the car. Security was waiting and escorted them to the coffee shop. As they both discreetly glanced around the Plaza for any sign of the watcher, neither of them saw him anywhere. Symóne stood in line behind one of her co-workers, with Faye standing beside her. They made it to the counter, placed their orders, then headed outside. On the way to their building, they were about to cross paths with Trevor, who was headed to the coffee shop himself. He glared at Symóne and Faye, and Symóne moved to the other side of Faye, not wanting to risk any possible physical contact with Trevor. The scowl on her face when they made eye contact was hateful. The girls continued inside their building and stepped inside the elevator early enough to be alone.
“That almost killed you didn't it?” Faye giggled.
“Hell yes. I miss him already,” she confessed. “I just wanted to run into his arms and taste his scrumptious lips,” Symóne whined, but their actions were necessary for now.
“That reminds me—how does Mr. Harrison kiss?” asked Faye.
Symóne shrugged. “I don't know. We haven't yet,” she looked down.
“What? . . .And may I ask why not?” Faye demanded.
“He hasn't tried to kiss me yet,” Symóne shrugged again.
“Girl, he may be afraid to kiss your cranky ass. The next time the two of you are alone, you'd better at least get some lip action. If you don't, I'm going to be the first one of us to kiss him and you know you don't want that. Cause once he gets a taste of these luscious puppies, he ain't going to want you any more,” Faye teased her best friend.
Symóne chuckled, then thought that Faye may be joking, but she would probably pretend to do something like that just to push them together. She shuttered the thought and made herself a promise. I'm going to surprise Trevor today with my own initiation of the next level and see how he really gets down. She thought to herself.
The elevator door opened and they got off on their floor and had their breakfast at Symóne's desk. They chatted until it was time to start working, careful to keep the conversation Trevor free.
A while later, it was lunch time and they had to keep up with the plan, but just like Symóne, Trevor was yearning for some time together. He sent Mike next door to Symóne's building with a little surprise. He found her and Faye at their usual table in front of the sandwich shop in the lobby and handed her a device. It had a note stuck to it that read, take me into the ladies room and press play. She smiled, knowing it had to be a message from Trevor, since he sent Mike over with it. She did get up and go inside the ladies room, checking all the stalls to make sure no one else was in there. Finding it clear, she pressed play.
It was a video that he'd recorded just moments before she received the device.
“Hello there. I just want you to know that I'm so happy right now. I miss you so much and I can't wait until its no longer necessary to sneak around. I can not wait until tomorrow when we're able to spend some real time together. I want to make the best of this weekend, since the trial starts on Monday. So, I want you to make some visible and audible plans with Faye so that we can hopefully have some time alone. Can't wait to see you tonight. Take care of yourself and thank Faye for me. She's being an awesome friend to you and to me. See you soon,” he ended the message with a wink. The message deleted itself once it was finished and Symóne walked back out and handed it back to Mike who said nothing, and walked away.
“From the look on your face, I'd say you just got a little treat of some very sexy eye candy,” Faye said on the sly. They were careful of what they said in public, not knowing who or when they would be watched.
The girls finished lunch and headed back upstairs to get back to work. Surprisingly, there were no incidences, unknown text messages, or infiltration of anyone's job, so things weren't as stressful as they had been. Still, they all needed to stick to the plan and
keep their guards up.
Symóne and Faye walked to her car and headed out to pick up a few necessities for their night out together for tomorrow. They hung out at Symóne's apartment and did what was usually normal for them. They were still under the watchful eye of security, so they felt at ease and continued to do their thing.
Later on, when it was time to part ways, Faye was escorted out to her car and followed home. Symóne packed a bag and waited for her escort. The stand-in for Symóne arrived ready to shower and watch television until late, and Symóne happily made her escape just like before. When she arrived at Trevor's condo, her heart began to pound out of her chest with excitement to see him. She opened the door and rushed inside to an empty condo. Her shoulders dropped with disappointment and she started for her bedroom to unpack when she heard the shower in Trevor's bathroom. The smile returned to her face and she rushed to put her things away.
It was comparable to waking up on Christmas morning, excited to open gifts, but the parents were moving too slow getting to the tree. She heard the water stop and rushed to stand in his doorway to wait for him to come out. Trevor began to whistle as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He partially blow dried his hair and started into his bedroom to get a pair of pajama bottoms out of his dresser drawer. Not noticing Symóne standing in the doorway with her Uh oh look, he opened the drawer and pull out a pair of cotton navy blue bottoms and dropped his towel to put them on. Her audible gasp startled him and he quickly hid himself behind the pajama pants in his hands. Symóne was in shock and frozen where she stood.
“I, I, I didn't see you there,” he backed toward the bathroom and when he was inside, he slipped on the pants and returned to his bedroom. She was gone and he rushed out to the living room to find her.
“Symóne? Symóne are you still here?” he called out. She wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, so he continued to her room.
She was sitting on the side of her bed facing the window, which was opposite the bedroom door. He knocked on the door frame and stepped inside.
“I'm sorry. I didn't…” he was interrupted.
“Don't be,” she said quietly.
“May I join you?” he checked while stepping closer.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” he paused, confused by her answer.
“No, you can't come near me…not unless…oh never mind,” she turned further away from his curious face as he continued his approach. She was red with embarrassment and didn't want to face him at the moment.
Trevor didn't understand, so he moved to stand in front of her, wearing only the bottoms to his pajamas and no shirt. His chest still moist from the shower and his hair was tousled in a messy but sexy way. He kneeled before her and placed his hand on her knee and gazed upon her, waiting to capture her eyes.
“Unless what, Symóne? I'm sorry if I offended you, I don't want you to be upset. How can I make it up to you?” he sounded so sweet to her, but she looked away. He pulled her to sit with both her legs off the side and moved in close. Her heart skipped three beats then began to pound again. When she looked at his face, all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around his wet body and kiss him the way she had imagined all day long.
“Oh what the hell,” she breathed and leaned toward him. He inhaled and met her half way. When their lips touched, her lips cradled his top lip and his lips cradled her bottom lip. They began to familiarize themselves with each others' motions and connected emotionally.
Suddenly, Trevor was getting to his feet, crawling over Symóne as she backed up to let him. His lips traced down her jaw to her neck and he began to nibble on the skin just above her shoulder. Symóne grabbed a hand full of his hair and pulled him back to her face and they began to suffocate each other, neither of them breathing until their lips parted long enough to.
Should we be doing this? He thought to himself, but she pulled him closer and he was now laying on top of her. He began to grind himself against her, then reached between them and began unbuttoning her blouse. She let him and he wasn't about to stop since she seemed to want him as badly as he wanted her. At the last button, one swift jerk of his hand, he tossed her shirt to the floor. He took the same hand and pulled the strap to her bra down her shoulder and kissed her chest, just above her breast.
I can't believe I'm doing this! Symóne thought to herself. I'm such a slut! She was scolding herself internally. Her self chastisement went ignored. She was rising as he reached under her to undo her bra and threw it to the floor as well. Before she realize what was coming next, he had slid down to her waist and undid her jeans and pulled them off of her. He was back on his knees and began to kiss hers as he moved up to her thighs, his tongue chasing every muscle until he reached her peak. The touch of his warm breath caused her to moan loudly. He kissed and kissed, then whirled his tongue all over her, sending her into violent tremors. To keep her from backing across the bed, he pulled her legs up and rested them on his shoulders and cupped his hands around her thighs. Her screams were ignored as the more she screamed the more he intended to gratify her. It had been so long since she had been pleasured, that it didn't take long before she progressed into convulsions and reached for his hair again, pulling him on top of her. She didn't know how he'd done it, but when he rested on top of her, his bottoms were gone.
His lips were at her ear when he whispered, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Oh my God, Trevor…please, just give it to me already!” she moaned breathlessly.
He let his nature seek hers out. Once it was there, her opening was steaming with moisture, but tight from abstinence. He gently worked his way in until she opened, then began to massage her walls with gentle strokes at first. She kept pulling him toward her when there was already no air between them. This meant she wanted more, the rest of him he held back from her. He began to thrust deeply, rocking their bodies together, desperately refraining from early eruption before he made her cum once more. Again, he didn't have to wait long. She passionately called his name loudly and he kissed her to muffle her cries. They still had to be cautious of listening ears. Not to mention, security was right outside the door. She dug her nails into his back and he thrust even harder. He could no longer hold back and released as she released and they gripped each other until it was over. He relaxed, then pulled himself from her, rolling onto his side while pulling her to face him. Trevor caressed her face with the back of his fingers and gazed into her eyes.
“I feel so much better,” she smiled and he chuckled.
“So do I,” he admitted.
He leaned forward and kissed her lips, then leaned back to get a look at her naked body.
“Trevor? Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Anything,” he agreed confidently.
“If you were waiting to get your career started to pursue someone, why does it seem like you've done this before?”
He inhaled deeply, then breathed the truth.
“Because I have. I had a girlfriend my Junior and Senior year of high school. We were close and I was a horny teenage boy. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but I learned to pay attention to the way her body reacted to certain things. It became experimental for me as time progressed. However, when the time came for me to go to college and she went off as well in the opposite direction, we grew apart. I was busy and just didn't have time to keep up with a relationship so I decided not to bother. It's amazing how it's just like riding a bike. It's been twelve years since the last time I was intimate with anyone,” he explained.
Symóne frowned then had to say something.
“Well damn Trevor, if you can get down like that after twelve years of abstinence, I can only imagine what you're capable of on a regular basis,” she smiled.
He leaned in for another kiss and made his way back over her. He had a thirst for her and if she was willing, he would quench it as much as she would allow. Her motion was welcoming and he gave her more satisfaction than before. Finally exhausted to th
e point they had nothing left to give one another, they ended up in his insanely large shower afterwards to clean up. Since her bed was completely destroyed, they both crawled into his and lay in each others' arms silently until they both fell asleep.
Chapter 9
The next morning, Symóne awakened to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, pancakes, scrambled eggs and turkey bacon. The curtains were slightly pulled apart just enough for the sun to kiss her eyes awake. She inhaled a deep breath and sat up to stretch. She smiled at how masculine, yet inviting Trevor's bedroom appeared, especially in the morning. She got up and happily pranced into the bathroom to freshen up and brush her teeth, then fingered through her short hair. The short style was meant to be messy, so there was no need to make a fuss. She was good.
Tip toeing into the kitchen, Symóne took a seat at the counter without being noticed, watching Trevor whistling again as he placed food onto two plates, then poured two glasses of orange juice and placed them and the two plates on a bed tray.
“Ahem,” Symóne cleared her throat, startling Trevor. He turned to face her with a smile and left the tray to come kiss her.
“I hope you're hungry?” he said with hope.
“Well, I did work up an appetite last night. I'm pretty hungry,” she smirked.
He turned to retrieve the tray and brought it to the counter and placed Symóne's plate and juice in front of her. He then placed his plate and juice beside hers and walked around the counter to stand behind her. Moving in close to her, he rested his body against hers as he cradled his arms around her. He leaned in and kissed her behind her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine.
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