“You’re falling quickly for her son,” B told her son on the drive to Fiona’s
“I love her Mom.” He admitted
“I can see that son, but be careful with her.”
“Awhh Mom, not you too.” he slurred.
“No, I’m pro-Fiona, it’s just I believe she has some demons of her son, and I don’t want you to get lost in the crossfire when she finally fights them out.” She told her son. Asher didn’t respond to her because he couldn’t. He honestly didn’t know if Fiona had demons or not. He honestly didn’t know Asher knew Fiona had apparently had some bad shit happen to her; he knew that’s why she was so closed off with him. They pulled up in front of the condos and Asher kissed his mother on her cheek and got out. He pulled his phone back out and saw Fiona lived in apartment E. He stumbled up the steps and then he found the intercom box. He pressed the button with E on it. After a few seconds, the door hissed and cracked slowly. Asher waved back at his mother, opened the door and walked through. He shut it back behind him and then it hissed when it locked back. Asher read the sign that said A-B 1st floor, C-D 2nd floor, and E-F 3rd floor. He went to elevator knowing he couldn’t take the stairs safely in his condition. The elevator door opened, and there was apartment E right across from it. The door was cracked open, and Asher could see a soft light coming from inside.
Chapter 5
Asher pushed the door open and then he shut and locked it behind him. He looked up at the soft lights, and there were three chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The chandeliers were dark the light came from the upper corners of the room. The light came from behind a panel of some sort. Asher looked the big room over; he stumbled back a little trying to take in the whole room. The floors were dark hardwood, and the furniture was beige and white. There were gold pillows tossed everywhere. They were on the sofa, chairs and there were two big ones and each side of the coffee table. Asher noticed a big white shag rug decorated most of the hardwood floor. There were expensive paintings on the walls and a few sculpture art pieces on bust throughout the apartment. There was a brown square table that sat 5 and it had a chandelier above it.
“Come here.” Asher heard Fiona’s soft voice call out to him. He looked towards the kitchen area, and he didn’t see her. He turned and scanned the room slowly. His eye caught a glimpse of something to his left. Fiona stood in a door frame; Asher focused on her, and he made his way to her. He stumbled out of his boots on the way. He tried to take off his t-shirt but had difficulty finding his way out. She caught his flagging arms and helped him escape from the t-shirt. When the t-shirt was defeated, Asher watched Fiona’s eyes.
“Your beautiful Fiona” He slurred out.
“You keep telling me that Asher,” She told him with a sigh.
“I mean it, Fiona, I love you, Baby.”
“Don’t say that and don’t call me that.” She told him with no venom in her tone now.
“I do love you, Fiona.” He told her.
“Tell me how you feel about me in the morning.” She told him patiently. She unbuttoned his jeans for him.
“Fi are you mad at me?” She looked puzzled and then she told him to step out of his jeans. Asher held on to Fiona and the doorframe for support.
“Why?” She asked him with a soothing tone. She told him to step again, and Asher stepped out of the second leg now.
“Cause I’m drunk.” She shook her head
“My mother was a drunk; you just drank too much that’s a big difference.” She assured him.
“I’m not an alcoholic.” He hiccupped
“I know that.” She told him soothingly.
“Did she hit you?” He asked her.
“Sometimes.” She told him in a small voice.
“I’d never hit you My Fiona” Fiona smiled at Asher.
“What is it?” He asked her as he tried to make it to her bed.
“You’ve never called me your Fiona before. I like it.” She told him
“You said I can’t call you Baby.” He told her pointing at her like he was trying to show her something. She helped him under the covers. Asher’s breathing was so hard now. He was tired from getting attacked by the shirt and taking off his jeans. Fiona turned heading for the kitchen. Asher grabbed her arm in the process.
“Hey, where you going?” He asked her with a crooked smile.
“I’m going to get some water.” She told him.
“When you get back in here, girl I’m going to wear you out,” Asher told her as he let her arm go and fell into a snoring sleep. His arms fell to the side of the bed. Fiona pulled his arms up to his chest and noticed his knuckles were scraped and bloody on the hand. She checked the other, and it was unscarred. Fiona went to the kitchen for a glass of water, antiseptic, and bandages. She sat the glass on his side of the nightstand. She sat down on his side of the bed; she cleaned his scrapes and bandaged him up. Asher looked so peaceful in his drunken coma. Fiona kissed the top of Asher’s head.
“Happy Birthday.” She whispered in his ear.
The next morning Asher woke with a fuzzy feeling in his head. He knew he had overdone it, but he didn’t feel bad just a little out of it. He reached over in the bed, and it was empty. Asher looked the room over. There were a dozen fashion posters in frames on the wall at the foot of the bed. It reminded Asher of a shrine; all the posters were of Fiona walking the runway in some fashion show. He looked down at odd row that looked like two were missing. There were three rows of 10 the first two rows were full, but the last row had 8. Asher recognized the swimsuit in the image. This was the show he had attended. Asher looked over towards the smaller wall, there was a fireplace with a T, V, mounted above it. The mantle had little-framed sayings all over it. Asher got up and walked to the fireplace. The little frames all had positive sayings in them. The first one read,
“You can do this,” the second read,
“Don’t give up you’re almost there” the third read,
“Keep an open mind and heart,” the fourth read,
“True Love doesn’t hurt.” There was almost a dozen of these little sayings on the mantle in frames. Asher turned and looked the room over the colors were deep oranges, pinks, and blues. This room was the total opposite to the front room he saw last night. Asher opened a door in seek of the bathroom, but it was a shoe closet. He tried another door, and it was full of purses and scarves. He tried another, and it was the bathroom. Asher saw another door, and he knew it was probably her real closet, and he didn’t even want to see it. He thought about it; Fiona was a fashion model, and he knew her closet would be monstrous. When he finished doing his business in the bathroom, he came out with a tray of food. The food tray was sitting on his side of the bed. Fiona sat on the other side of the bed eating a bowl of fruit and looking through a Vogue magazine. She had bare feet, and her legs crossed at the ankles; she wore a pair of black boy shorts with a white tank. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head, and she wore a pair of pink-rimmed glasses. Asher wanted to go to her and press his body against her, but something told him not to mess with her right now. He went back to his side and adjusted himself under the tray. He looked over at Fiona, and she waited for a beat then she looked over at him.
“Thank you for all of this.” He told her with a smile.
“You’re welcome.” She replied.
“Did I make a complete fool of myself last night? He asked her. She smiled at him and then she shook her head. Asher cut into his pancakes and filled his mouth.
“Well I didn’t piss myself or you so that’s good.” He garbled out with a full mouth, Fiona’s eyes widened. Asher watched her and then he swallowed hard. He wore a frantic look with an inch from horror on his face.
“Wait I didn’t piss on you, did I?” Fiona shook her head quickly at him. Asher sighed and took in another mouth full of food.
“No, and for future reference, I’m not into that shit.” She told him sternly
“Neither am I.” He laughed, and she smiled back at him.
“Since it’s technically still my birthday weekend can I have a morning kiss?”
“I have a strong feeling; you’re going to try and milk this as long as you can” She looked him over accusingly.
“Yes, ma’am I am.” He told her shamelessly. Fiona leaned into him with a straight face and Asher sat his fork down. He gripped the back of her head and pulled her closer to him. When their lips almost touched Asher bypassed her lips, and went to her ear.
“And I do love you Fi” He whispered into her ear. He pulled back, and she was staring up into his eyes with a blank stare. Fiona sucked in a quick breath and Asher pressed his lips against hers.
“God, I want you, but I’m starving.” He told her in a growl.
“Eat, you have all day and night to have me.”
“No, I have all day and night to eat you.”
“What?”
“You promised, you promised me, Fiona!” Asher sat up a little straighter ready to win this argument. Fiona rolled her eyes at him.
“Whatever.” She sighed.
“Yeah whatever my ass, I’m licking and sucking every single inch of you.” He told her with flared nostrils. When Fiona saw that Asher was almost done with his food, she went into her bathroom and laid out fresh towels and soap. When she went back into her bedroom, Asher was standing up stretching and rubbing his belly. Fiona quickly grabbed the foodless tray.
“Fresh towels and soap are on the counter. I’ll clean this up while you’re in the shower.” Asher looked at her with a glare.
“Fiona we’re doing this, you said we could” He accused her again.
“I know exactly what I said, and all I’m saying now is where the fresh towels and soap were.” She turned with the tray in her arms. Asher pulled at her and told her to sit the tray down. She sighed, and he took the tray from her arms.
“Asher.” She sighed. He pulled her closer to him and took her mouth with his. She turned and wrapped herself into him. He pulled away from her then he bent down to his knees. He tucked his fingers around her boy shorts and tugged them down to the floor. She stepped out them and just stood there wearing her tank only. Asher sat on the floor then scooted his back up to the bed. He laid his head back onto the mattress.
“Why are you fighting me on this?
“Because I never really cared for it.”
“Maybe he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. I assure you I do.
“I had it done one time before, and I just didn’t like it.”
“Well, my Fiona you never had my licking before my sticking.” Fiona giggled and then they both fell silent.
“Don’t get mad if I don’t like it.” Asher gave Fiona a shit eating grin and then he got serious.
“Come ride my face.” He told her in a whisper. Fiona swallowed and obeyed his commands. She bent down onto the bed, and Asher pulled her lips below to his. He licked and sucked so gently that Fiona imagined butterflies landing on her skin. He flicked his tongue inside of her, just like he would with his dick. Fiona went wild from the sensation.
“Asher” She yelled out, and this pleased him so much. He did more and more with a fast rhythm than an even faster one. Fiona was gasping and gripping the sheets.
“I want to taste you on my tongue Fi,” Asher told her and Fiona cried out to him with tears streaming down her face. Fiona had been in this compromising position once, and it did not feel like that. Lealand Meriweather did not know what the hell he was doing when he tried to do this to her. Asher was a pro and a perfectionist, Fiona screamed, yelled, and sighed his name now. She came on Asher’s tongue just like he had requested earlier. She couldn’t help herself, those fluttering swooshes he kept doing with his tongue made her insides quiver. Asher collapsed on the mattress after she came on Asher’s tongue but this didn’t stop him. He continued his eating, licking and sucking every inch of her vagina. Almost an hour later and three very hard orgasms from Fiona, she crawled slowly off the bed. Asher was still sucking on her clit when she finally reached the floor. She fell headfirst and then the rest of her body slumped against the side of the bed. Asher spread her open again and started back fucking her with his tongue.
“Asher,” Fiona screamed out another orgasm. She lay there awkwardly and panting.
“Fi?” Asher called out to her
“Fi-ona.” He breathed her name in that secret way she’s fallen in love with far too quickly.
“What?” she whined.
“Come here.” He told her.
“Just go get in the shower.” She moaned out. Fiona was feeling overwhelmed and didn’t want Asher to see her fall apart into pieces. She tried her best not to fall for a man like this, but she couldn’t help it. He stood and pulled the top sheet with him. He covered her with the top sheet and then he lay next to her on the floor. He pulled her close, and she melted into him. He knew she had been hurt, but he didn’t know how or why. Asher knew he had to give her some time, and he was willing to be a patient man with her. Asher whipped the tears falling from her face now. He kissed her forehead and traced her bare arm up and down. They lay there silent for a few long moments. Fiona lay on Asher’s chest; he stared up at her ceiling.
“What does this tattoo mean?” She asked him. She traced a tattoo right in the center of his heart. It was a black heart with a sword busting through and the heart dripped black blood from the wound.
“Let’s start with another one first.” He told her kissing her forehead. Fiona noticed another one that stood out; there was an angel dressed in all white, he or she was kneeling, and the angel was crying. They cried so hard that there was a puddle forming underneath he or she. Asher looked to the other shoulder, and that one had a red devil sitting in a wooden chair rolling a pair of dice in his hands. He wore a blank face but it still gave Fiona the chills.
“Tell me about the good vs. evil tatts.” She told him. Asher rubbed his face and then he took in a deep breath.
“I used to have a lot of trouble deciding which side to go.” He told her.
“And now?” She asked
“I try my best to be good, but he always seems to get in now and then.” Asher looked up at the ceiling and Fiona could tell he was far away.
“Hey.” He looked back down at her. He pulled one of her hands to his mouth, and he kissed it. He held her hand into his.
“I can’t imagine that.” Asher chuckled and then he found a tattoo on the opposite side Fiona rested her head. He points to a tattoo; it was a black skateboard with a devil tail, and a flame was riding the board.
“Hell, on wheels? Fiona asked him. Asher nodded, and they both laughed. Fiona found an old dead tree decaying but on one of the branches, a red heart was glowing and growing bright.
“What does this one mean?” He looked down. He dropped his head back again.
“It means I still have a heart,” He told her.
“Why wouldn’t I think you still have a heart?” She asked him confused. Asher thought for a minute, and then he tugged at Fiona for her to climb over to the other side of his chest. She did so and then he looked for a tattoo. He found it right next to his belly button. It was a tattoo that looked like a math problem without any number. There was a picture of a fist the plus sign was next to it, a bat with a plus sign next to it, a chain with a plus sign next to it, and then last there was a knife with an equal sign next to it. After the equal sign, there was a set of bars. The man behind the bars had his head down, but his arms were sticking out of the bars, and they had a pair of handcuffs on them. Fiona didn’t say anything else about that tatt. Asher watched her, but she just looked over his chest like she was reading a book. Down towards Asher’s Apollo’s Belt, where his torso meets his hips and goes down towards his groin. Fiona found an interesting tattoo. The tattoo was a line of words in Calligraphy writing. The words read, “God must love me because he gave me a second chance.” Under the words was a piece of barbed wire. Fiona frowned and looked up into Asher’s eyes. He pulled her hand he was holding and pulled down u
nder the words and where the barbed wire lay. Fiona felt a long scar underneath the barbed wire tatt. She gasped, and Asher pulled her head back down to his chest. Fiona finally decided to ask the questions she’s wanted to ask him since last night.
“What happened here?” she pointed to his bandaged hand. Asher looked up at the ceiling again.
“I got into a fight with a tree.”
“What?”
“Come shower with me,” He told her. She nodded, and he shifted underneath her. She got to her feet and stripped the bedding from the bed.
“I’ll be right there.” She told him with arms full of bedding. She started the washer and stood there for a long moment thinking. She heard the shower turn on and she breathed hard. She opened the green bottle detergent and poured in a cup. She opened the green bottle fabric softener, filled the fabric softener ball up and filled it up. She pushed the sheets in, the duvet and then the pillowcases. She closed the lid and pressed both of her hands down on the washer. She sucked in another breath and then she turned to see Asher staring at her from the laundry doorway. Fiona jerked a little from the fright of Asher standing there unannounced.
“Jesus, you scared me.” She told him with a giggle.
“Do you want me to leave?” Fiona looked at Asher and then she walked right up to him.
“I’m not afraid of your tattoos.” She assured him
“What about the man that carries them?” He asked her. Fiona stepped so close to Asher that everything touched, and there wasn’t even enough room for air to come between them.
“What about me makes you scared then? Because I can tell, you’re holding back from me. Fiona stared at the black heart tattoo and then she pointed at it.
“This.”
“It won’t hurt you.” He told her
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