My son and I left the condo and headed straight to Taste on Melrose so I could meet up with Star.
I met her a while ago at Best Buy when I went to purchase my camera and her a laptop. After following one another on Instagram, we’d become pretty cool, liking one another’s photos and replying to each other’s stories here and there. She’d even purchased products from me.
So since we both weren’t busy this evening, she invited me out to an early dinner. We both had sons, hers three years old though, so it worked out perfectly since I was bringing Houston.
“Hey. Wow, you look so good!” Star got up to hug me after I set Houston’s carrier in the free chair.
“Thank you. You too.”
Star was a fitness guru. She posted a lot about working out and eating healthy. She was one of the last of these fitness girls to not have a head start with surgery and only working out to keep it up or improve upon it.
“Wow, he looks just like Wacko. He’s way too handsome for his own good.”
“Don’t remind me.” I shook my head, laughing. “So this is Timothy, huh?” I smiled at her son.
“It is. Say hi.” She nudged him as he looked me over suspiciously. He was so cute.
“Hi.” He spoke very softly before looking up at his mother for approval. When she half smiled at him, he got back to drawing in his small coloring book.
The waitress came right over to take our drink and appetizer orders. I wanted a cocktail so badly but chose otherwise. Thankfully though, this place had mocktails so that I could still feel like a grown up.
Star and I caught up while waiting, and soon enough, something for us to snack on arrived with our drinks, and we were ready to order. We both got the salmon before sending the waitress on her way.
“So when can I get a facial?”
“I wish I could do one, but I don’t have that job anymore. I only sell my products as you know.”
As I talked, I thought about why I didn’t have a space to do facials. I guess I saw having something like that as too out of my reach.
I’d mentioned renting a spot to bring clients too, but I’d been so busy coming up with new things and scents, then working with Pea Distributions had me all tied up. On the bright side, having a company help me with producing more product had surely increased my income now that I could keep stock… most of the time.
“I do, but I see people commenting about missing your facials, so I’m interested in getting one.”
“I can hook you up.” I winked.
Our food came, thank God, and after praying, she and I both dug in.
I didn’t really like making new friends ever since Isis had burned me, but I was happy to say that this was nice. I was also happy to see Star order dessert, because I really wanted some but wasn’t trying to look like a complete fat ass in front of a fitness person like her.
It was darker now that the sun had set, giving the restaurant a nice moody setting.
“Sorry to interrupt, ladies, but this came for you.” Our waitress stood by our table holding a large bouquet of red roses.
“Me?” I frowned since she was looking right at me.
“Yep.” She set the humungous flower arrangement in the empty chair on the other side of me.
“Girl, what the hell?” Star laughed as I searched for a card.
I finally found a small white one, so I opened it as quickly as I could.
Pack a bag and be at the Montage Hotel tonight. Keep it light. - T.W.
I felt a fuzziness cover my skin as I read the note multiple times. I was in a trance until I heard Star asking what it said. Without a word, I handed it to her for her to read as I inhaled the scent of the roses.
“What’s the Montage?” I inquired.
“Fly ass hotel in Beverly Hills. Your man did this?” Star looked surprised.
“That’s what it says, but let me double check.” I took the note back from her, snapped a picture of it, and asked him if this was legit through text. When he replied ‘yes’, a grin spread across my face. “Yeah, he did.”
“Dang, the tattoo of your name and now this? He’s on his grand gesture shit.”
“I know!” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I remember when my man was like that. Now, he only does something nice if I complain.”
“Really? Maybe you should point that out to him.”
“I have, and he swears it’s not true. It’s crazy how men will go overboard to get you, then change once they lock you down with either a baby or marriage or both.”
Star looked a little sad, so I wanted to be careful in what I said. She never displayed her man outright. She only posted things they did sometimes or funny things he said.
“I know. So true.”
“This man chased me, girl, and for four years before I finally gave him my number. Now look at him.” She huffed.
“How long have y’all been together?”
“A little over six years.”
“Wow.”
“He’s just been really focused on his career over this last year, so he hasn’t been doing what he needs to do in his personal life. But I’m hoping that now since he’s starting to see more results, he’ll go back to how he used to be.”
“Yeah, I will be praying for you two. I can tell you love him a lot.”
“I do.” She smiled. “Thank you, Camarih. You have a very calming spirit; makes you nice to talk to.”
“Really? That’s probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
I finished my dessert and kept talking with Star, until my baby started to get restless. She paid for the meal, which I thought was nice of her, and then we said our goodbyes.
I had to feed my son in the parking lot, so thank God for my tinted windows, and when he passed out, I hurried home to pack. I couldn’t wait to get to that damn hotel.
Tony wasn’t exactly the romantic type, but he had his moments. I used to think I wanted a man who was mushy all the time, but I liked the balance that Tony provided. It kept me on my toes, there was never a dull moment, and because he was so aggressive, when he was sweet, it hit so much differently and harder.
I got home pretty quickly and packed some stuff for my baby and me. I bathed and dressed my son, then left right back out, allowing my iPhone to direct me to the Montage. I parked with valet, and when I walked in, pushing the stroller, I saw an old Black man holding a virtual sign with my name on it.
“Hi, are you looking for me?” I inquired.
“I am. How are you this evening, Miss Marlon?”
“Good, thank you.” I couldn’t stop cheesing, and it was so annoying. I could hear Tony calling me corny.
“Great. Right this way.” The old man directed me to the check in counter, giving the young White woman a nod.
She greeted me, checked my I.D., made a phone call, and then handed me a room key.
I was escorted by the Black man to a suite, and once inside, I couldn’t pick my jaw up for anything. It was like a luxury apartment, with a bedroom, living area that had a grand piano in it, a beautiful terrace that overlooked the city, a kitchen, and a decked-out bathroom.
In the bedroom, I found a tray of chocolate covered strawberries and nonalcoholic champagne. I guess this was what the white woman had told someone to deliver over the phone while she was checking me in.
I parked the stroller next to the big bed and sat down to taste one of the strawberries. There was a single rose with a white card attached to it, so I opened it.
Enjoy the room. See you tonight, Buttascotch. — T.W.
“Look what Daddy got me. He’s so sweet to Mommy, huh?” I smiled at Houston, who was now slightly awake. He’d be knocked back out soon though.
As I ate the strawberries, I cuddled and played with my baby until he passed out, which only took about fifteen minutes. I laid him in his portable crib that we bought for instances such as this, then ran a hot bath, enjoying the champagne and all the bub
bles. When I got out, I brushed my teeth.
That made me tired, so even though I attempted to stay awake, I ended up passing out in the big comfy bed.
Middle of the night…
I felt the bed dip some, and when I opened my eyes, I spotted Tony. His scent traveled up my nose, and I smiled at the pleasant aroma.
“Hi,” I said as he climbed on top of me.
“Hi.” He spoke very quickly in response before slipping his tongue into my mouth.
I’d been horny for him since he sent those flowers, so when he got right to removing my nightdress, I allowed him. I helped him get my underwear off, feeling his hardening dick against my thigh. My juices had already begun to seep from my body in anticipation, as Tony’s lips moved from mine, down to my neck, collarbone, and eventually my nipples.
“Baby,” I cooed. I was burning up.
He sucked them gently but hungrily, turning me on more than I already was.
When fulfilled, he came back up to tongue me down, before feeling between my legs. My body froze upon feeling his fingers slip inside of me, gliding in and out as he continued to attack my lips, neck, and nipples in a seamless motion.
He started with just one before adding another finger, making me cum almost immediately upon its entrance. I held his strong arms tightly, which felt like iron under my fingertips, as he fucked me with his fingers, forcing me to cry out.
“These are perfect.” He admired my breasts before kissing them without slowing up his motions between my hips.
I came again, and my legs trembled against his frame as he groped my sweaty body, kissing all over me. He trailed his lips back down, licking and sucking my stomach.
Breathing heavily as I watched him, I said, “I can’t wait until that pudge is gone. I know you can’t either.”
The lower part of my stomach had been so hard to get rid of, but it was slowly going away, and I could almost fit all my old jeans. However, it still wasn’t to where I was gonna be in a damn two-piece like the old Camarih.
“I kind of fuck with it.”
“What?” I chuckled, surprised by his response.
“The shit is there because you had my son, which is still crazy as fuck to a nigga. Shows you a real woman. That shit is sexy.” He sucked my hip then kept doing so up my stomach until he was under my breasts.
“You’re just saying that.” I grinned, caressing his head. I didn’t think I could get any wetter than I was.
“I’m really not. I don’t sugarcoat a muthafuckin thing. But you fine as fuck. Only finer now that I don’ seen you create a whole ass human and for me.”
Before I could say anything, he manhandled me, putting my thighs over his shoulders before sucking my clit. I tried to rub his head, but it felt too good, making me release in under a minute it felt like, as I grabbed his kinky hair.
I tried to keep quiet for the sake of my baby, but after a while, I couldn’t help it. The way Tony was sucking my bud, sometimes sliding his tongue into my opening, while lapping up my juices, had me feeling like I was going into cardiac arrest.
I was soaking wet, but me leaking didn’t deter him from sucking my pussy like it was his last meal. His big hands grabbled at my body, eventually holding me in place as he attacked my sopping center, making my moans become unbalanced and thighs tremble.
By my fourth orgasm, my body was shaking, but he gave me no breaks, pushing his dick right inside of me and filling me up after licking and sucking all over my stomach and nipples. I was paralyzed for the moment as he put my legs over his shoulders, beating it up with no mercy. I was whimpering at times and completely speechless at others as I exploded back to back.
“Mmm, ahh.” I sniveled, watching Tony’s fine ass bite down on his bottom lip as he hammered me.
“Damn, you so fucking wet.” He slowed down, letting my shaking legs fall to his side as he suckled my bottom lip.
When he pulled out completely, his dick was glistening.
He waved for me to sit up and suck it, which I did, allowing him to hit the back of my throat for a little while. He put my hair in a ponytail, using his hand as he fucked my face. I blissfully took every stroke.
I noticed I was way nastier with Tony, and I think it was 50 percent because I loved him so much, and then the other 50 percent was because of how sexy he found me. His compliments made me more confident, so that transferred to the bedroom.
He moaned softly and subtly, before turning me around, spreading my cheeks, and sliding inside.
He kept a good grip on my ass as he pounded me, before allowing one hand to grab my hair. I knew how he liked it, so I began throwing it back. His groans got a little louder, and so did my cries as our skin clapped together, while my nectar soaked my inner thighs.
His large hands roamed my body for a little bit, before he spanked me hard as fuck, gripped my ass roughly, and fucked me so hard I couldn’t give it back to him. I froze as he beat it up doggy-style, forcing me to cry out loudly enough to compete with our slapping skin.
I creamed all over his shaft heavily as I damn near screamed out, just before he came right inside of me.
“Houston.” I sniffled his name as he kissed, licked, and sucked all over me from behind, while his hands wandered everywhere.
“I love you.” He craned his neck around my shoulder, holding my chin and kissing me deeply.
After a while, we took a shower and then put on the big ass white robes in the room. Well it was big on me, not so much on him.
“No!” I screeched when he picked me up to carry me from the bathroom.
“Be quiet ’fore you wake up Baby Cuz.”
I laughed, even though I didn’t want to, at that nickname.
“Don’t call my baby that.”
We went to the big living room after Tony grabbed the baby monitor on the way, and he sat down on the couch with me still straddling him. Our bodies were warm from the hot shower.
After placing down the monitor, he popped open another nonalcoholic champagne, and we took turns drinking from it.
“I meant what I said before I ate yo’ pussy.”
He was so vulgar at times.
“Good to know you have no complaints.”
“Nah, not with yo’ ass. Told you the first time I seen you I thought you was the finest bitch in LA.”
“Thought?”
“Yeah. Now I know fasho. And now that you don’ had my baby, I got a newfound respect for women; women meaning you and you only. All these other females is still hoes.”
I giggled while he kept a serious face… because he was serious.
“Thank you for all of this. It was really nice. I’ve never had anyone do romantic things for me until I met you.”
“Like I always say…”
“It’s ’cause I wasn’t for them; I was for you.”
“Exactly.” He drank some of the ‘wine’ before handing it back to me. “This is just part one though, so I hope yo’ ass is free tomorrow.”
“Part one? What else can be done?”
“You ’bout to see.” He put the bottle to the side before slipping his hands in my robe to feel on my naked body.
Before I knew it, we were back to fucking right on the living room floor.
The next morning…
I woke up to my man and baby dressed for the day, as well as a big ass grand breakfast including four types of freshly squeezed juices, pancakes, French toast, waffles, eggs, sausage, bacon, fresh fruit, pastries, and my favorite breakfast dish, huevos rancheros.
Tony said I could just pick out what I wanted since I obviously couldn’t and wouldn’t put all of this away.
I brushed my teeth first and then joined Tony and our baby on the terrace to eat the breakfast. Honestly, this experience was already overwhelming, in a good way, so I wasn’t sure what else was going to happen.
“Don’t take him to the studio, Houston.”
“Aye, chill with all that bullshit. Me and Baby Cuz finna roll out like some real niggas. Right?�
�� He cuddled him with one hand and kissed his round cheek. “You cute as shit.”
We both laughed at his last statement.
“Isn’t he?”
“He gotta hurry up and grow out of this cute shit so I can stop babying his ass.”
“Nooo.” I smiled.
After we ate, I said goodbye to my little Pooh Bear, once his father explained that I needed to be dressed in comfortable clothes and ready for the day by 10 a.m. It was already 8:30a.m., so I rushed a little bit, getting in the shower as soon as the two left.
I was dressed by 9:45 a.m., since I didn’t have to do my makeup as directed by Tony. When I got downstairs and outside of the hotel, I saw the same Black man who greeted me in the lobby, standing near a Rolls Royce. I didn’t know much about those cars, but I recognized the emblem sticking out of the top of the hood.
“Good morning, Miss Marlon.” He pulled the weird door open. It came open on the right side instead of the left.
“Good morning, and thank you!”
I slid into the back seat, and the man got in on the driver’s side before pulling off. About thirty minutes later, we arrived at a plush spa, where I was introduced to a bunch of ladies before getting a massage, a facial, and then my feet and nails done.
The nail lady was so dope, making it worth me cheating on Grace. She did a beautiful lavender jelly unicorn design and put Tony’s name like I asked. I had Tony on the four nails of my left hand, and Wacko on all five of my right hand.
Even though I feared Grace would see, I posted my nails on my page because they were just so beautiful. The nail artist, Sheri, took the picture for me in her studio, since she had such pretty backgrounds.
“This is for you.” The lady who’d done my facial handed me another rose.
I read the card, which told me to collect my things from the hotel and then come back down to the car. The older Black man, whose name I found out was Jerry, drove me back, and I quickly got all my shit. Tony had taken all our baby’s stuff earlier, so I didn’t have to worry about that.
I hurried back down to the car, and after another half an hour ride, we ended up at what looked like a small airport. I was escorted out to the runway, where I saw Tony waiting for me on the stairs of a private jet.
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