“Oh, Lizzy, I am so damn glad you made it. I never got a reply text from you, so I assumed you wouldn’t make it tonight. Great!” Brad addressed Lizzy as if he’d known her forever.
“Oh, you two know one another already?” Drake seemed surprised.
“Old chap, we not only know each other, we are about to blow this joint! You must excuse me, Lizzy and I have some, uh, well you know, we have to go take care of some...you know.” Brad allowed a cunning smile to overtake his face. He made a secret little thrusting arm motion that only he and Drake could see and sent a wink to Lizzy.
“If you will excuse me...I’ll text you later, love, thanks for being my lesbian lover!” Lizzy then winked at Hannah, stood from her stool, and pounded down the last of her Mai Tai. She swooped in, wrapped her arms around Hannah, and whispered, ‘good luck’, into her ears.
Brad and Lizzy capered off into the late evening, leaving Drake standing in front of a ghostly looking Hannah.
This was awkward...
“So, your lover of two years just left you for a big headed Brad? If you really are so sapphic, it seems to me that you are one hot date short now!” Drake had a humorous twinkle floating in his eyes. The small creases and folds that showed on his face gave hints that he smiled often. Hannah could see why. His smile was heart melting. She could not believe her cover had been blown just like that.
Hannah could only smile back, that eye thing was happening again. She felt as though she may have fallen right out of her barstool and melted into the floor. The cat was now out of the bag. She had to come clean. If he only wasn’t wearing such a tremendous smile.
“How about you let me buy you another round, and we can talk all about it? I want to make up for my approach earlier, if you’d give me the chance?” Drake couldn’t pull his eyes out of Hannah’s beautiful face.
“Fine. But you better watch your tone, it’d be a shame for our acquaintance to end before it properly has the chance to begin.” Hannah spoke with a collected coolness with an equal amount of humor. Just five hours ago, she would have never even allowed Drake to be a fly in her thoughts. However, by this point, the alcohol was pulling its fabled deceptions out of a tall, black top hat. She couldn’t turn him down. Her great buzz added to the pure passion that flowed from his eyes to hers, and back again, kept her beyond an emotion of glee. Half of her thought it absolutely repulsive, but that was most definitely the crumbling half.
“Pretending to be a lesbian! Ha, I’ve never thought that in my life!”
“Well it most definitely beat the hell out of the alternative…”
“Oh, but here you are seated, by me, at the bar, drinking a rum cocktail,” Drake chuckled at the funny antics of this dream woman.
“You are lucky today, that is all I can say.”
They ordered round after round, and the more they drank, the closer they inched to one another. They had some of the best conversation that either had had in many years. The bar area began to fill with more and more people. They stood around, elbow to asshole, and flooded the entire room. It was becoming hot and stuffy, and so loud Drake nor Hannah could scarcely hear the other any more.
“What do you say we blow this joint?” Drake, slightly intoxicated, shouted the offer over the racket of the crowded bar, “I can hardly breathe in here! I’ll grab a bottle of wine to go!”
Hannah had all but allowed the dramatic events of the morning to slip her mind. She pondered upon Drakes offer for a single moment. There was something in his eyes that she could no longer avoid. It pulled her in like the sirens of Odysseus’s wild world. She nodded in confirmation that she would ditch this hole with him.
The two hit the streets laughing hard. As it turned out, they both quite enjoyed watching the funny monkey business that went on a late night in bars when a ton of money baggers gathered. Drake had procured a delicious bottle of champagne from the restaurant, and the two were strolling down the streets of Atlanta as merrily as Mrs. Poppins herself. That’s the precise moment a brilliant idea came over Hannah.
“Hey, we are only a few blocks from the youth rec center! Would you want to walk to it, I can show you what it’s all about? Well, what it was all about.” There seemed to be no hard feelings in Hannah’s demeanor.
“Let’s go!” At this very moment, Drake would have followed this beautiful woman to the ends of the world. He was completely smitten.
As they continued, block after block, they chattered away like two high school crushes that have only just learned what love is. They talked about everything under the sun and moon. Drake also confessed his love for soccer as they made their way to the center.
“No way! That has been my favorite sport since I was a child!” Hannah exuded with excitement as they made the final turn and arrived at the rec center. She key opened the lock on one the outer gates, and they walked over to the double-sized soccer field. There was a lone, black and white soccer ball lying in the soft, lush grass. The two stared into one another’s eyes for a long moment.
They grabbed each other’s hands and began to play like two children. Neither has felt the way they were feeling now, as they had both been forced by life to grow up faster than most children do. They kicked the soccer ball and ran and played in the big open fields of the youth center. They were drunk and having some of the best times of their lives. The feeling could not even be appointed a name. It was simply magical. Drake only now realized how phenomenal the youth recreational center really was. He simply could not get enough. He felt just like a kid again. It fell far beyond the grips of amazing.
“Come on,” Hannah was nearly breathless from the playtime, “I’ll show you my office!”
“This place is magnificent! I can’t get enough. I have not felt this free since...well, since forever!”
They walked the grounds to Hannah’s office. The night was perfectly warm, and the full moon lit their way thoroughly from above. The love in their eyes shone brighter than ever before. Hannah’s office was slightly smallish, her desk covered neatly with pens, pencils, notebooks and stacks of paperwork.
“These are my foster parents…” Hannah could hardly get the words out as Drake gently grabbed her by the waste. She wrapped her arms around his neck. They stared into each other’s souls momentarily. Drake then brought his hand around the back of Hannah’s head, his fingers became lost in the deep waves of her dark hair. He pulled her in, and they planted lips for the first time. All breath and life seemed to lift from their bodies. They inhaled one another.
Drake, madly in love, whispered into the crevices of Hannah’s ears that he would do whatever he could in order to stop the mall plans. It had washed over him that the local children really needed this place.
He then swiped the entire desk clear with one stroke of his massive arm and picked Hannah up, gently setting her down on the empty desk. Hannah untucked Drake’s shirt and started to slowly unbutton it from the bottom up, leaving a trail up kisses up from his navel to his neck. She could feel the outline of his cock as it grew between his leg and his pants. She began to stroke and caress it as it’s shape extended. He softly pushed her back down flat on the desk. With a delicate touch, he swiftly pulled her stunning dress up and over her head with ease. She had been wearing no bra under the dress and her plump breasts fell out. Drake softly took a nipple between his teeth and sucked at it gently. With a free hand, he massaged the other breast, slightly squeezing the nipple between his forefinger and his thumb. He went back and forth between breasts for a moment before leading his tongue in a circular path down her flat stomach.
Drake pulled Hannah’s black thong from around her waist and led it up the long, full length of her legs. He kept her legs up in the air with his muscular arms as he knelt to the ground. He could feel the heat from her steamy, succulent vagina. Drake kissed her lower lips, then slipped his entire tongue into her hot, wet hole. Hannah moaned, uncontrollably, as she lost all sense of control. Her legs quivered with earthquake force.<
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He climbed back to his feet after a bit of suckling and licking and quickly undid his pants. Hannah sat up and assisted him in unbuttoning them. She pulled them down and his fully erect cock sprang up and out. She instantly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down the length of his schlong; she could feel every single throbbing vein. His member was massive and slightly gagged her as she took it in.
Drake picked her up off of the desk abruptly and carried her in his arms over to a black couch that was tucked against the right office wall. He laid her down gently and climbed on top. He pulled a condom out of his pants pocket from the floor and unrolled it onto his dick. Slowly, he slid himself into her dripping wet hole. As he glided in and out, she let out muffled moans of pure ecstasy. Her entire body began to quiver. Her pink painted toes began to spread and curl with each stroke. Drake gained momentum and speed as the moment built up. Neither Drake nor Hannah could hardly breathe as their groaning turned to howls. Hannah, legs quivering, pushed back on Drake’s chest, and flipped herself on top of him. She slid his cock back into her now gushing vagina. She rode him as hard as she could, clapping her ass down on his thighs as she took him all the way in. She could feel every curve and straight of him deep inside of her. Drake laid back, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He had never felt anything as pleasurable as what he was feeling right then. Hannah was now riding him at a warped speed, his cock penetrated her deep.
“I’m coming!” Hannah screamed the words.
Drake could not reply, as he too was starting to come. The two came together, their bodies shaking and quivering with each wave of an apex.
They came together, hard.
Neither could breathe as Hannah laid her head down on Drake’s chest.
It was the best either had ever experienced.
They were in love. Madly. It could be no other way.
Hannah fell asleep on the black leather couch while softly rubbing hands with Drake. He held her head in his lap, and gently brushed her hair, running his fingers through her locks. He could still not believe how he was feeling toward her. How his stomach was tied up in knots. How perfect she was in every way. He’s never felt this way towards a woman before in his life.
Drake suddenly flashed back, once again, to the dark, depressed, usually buried, thoughts of his parents. The thought of love haunted him. That had been the demise and cause of death for his parents. His father had loved his mother so much he wouldn’t have allowed those burglars to have laid a finger on his wife. They were both shot to death. All because of ‘love’ in Drake’s eyes. He decided to slip out before Hannah woke up. He slipped out of the office building in the quiet hours of Atlanta’s wee morning. He knew he’d regret it, but couldn’t stop himself.
Chapter 5
Hannah awoke in the morning to the office phone ringing so loudly it nearly jostled off the hook. Her head was throbbing and the rays of sun that crept through the shadeless window split her head in two. Drake was nowhere to be seen. Nor were his pants or his fancy dress shirt. She was simply heartbroken. She could not believe how naive she had been. First, she had practically allowed him to take the youth center right from her hands, then, in a drunken daze, she allowed him to screw her over, in the most literal sense of the word. She now realized how idiotic she had been. Now she was worse off than ever before.
Hannah had no choice but to continue living on in her quickly dissolving world.
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Two days after the ‘episode’ (still no contact from Drake), Richard’s turkey neck partner, from the commissioner meeting, pulled into the youth center parking lot. He clambered out of his wanna-be sporty BMW grinning from ear to ear, waving a letter of foreclosure in the air like a child. Hannah nearly fell to her knees. A very small piece of her heart ached from the complete let down by Drake. A tiny, minute slice of her heart felt but a twinge of intuition that Drake would surprise her. Once again, she thought, how she could have been so naive... She had placed her trust, her gut feelings, in someone when she knew better. She supposed the fault was her own, deep down, she really did know better. It was a hard pill to swallow. Losing her entire life’s work to the corporations of society. And the effects the supermall would have on the community would be detrimental.
“Good afternoon…” Turkey neck muttered...
Suddenly a slick Lexus LFA came roaring into the parking lot. The tires let out a chilling shriek as it slid to a halt. The door flew open, and out sprang Drake. Even as he clambered out of the car, his eyes were locked onto the most beautiful target he’d ever scoped.
Drake left the car running as he came sprinting to the side of Sir Turkey neck. As quickly as he came screeching to a stop, caddy cornered in the parking lot, he grabbed the paperwork from the state aide’s hand and began to shred it to bits. He then pulled out his own documentation on the matter of the land and shredded it. All the while staring into the eyes of Hannah.
“I adore and desire you! I cherish you with no ounce of doubt. You are a prize that I have a failing weakness for. I want to worship you, savor you. I want to let you in. I want you to let me in. I want nothing more than to know you! Really know you.” Their eyes never unlocked as tiny square shreds of paper danced upon the breeze. They fluttered and twirled and swirled this way and that, landing softly as snow on the plush grass. “I want to tell you everything.”
Hannah couldn’t stop her next move, as it seemed to be an out of body type experience. She jumped into his open arms. She locked her lips to his as he picked her up, and thrust her into the air.
“Uhm, sir, excuse m…”
“Fuck off…” moaned Drake through tooth, claw, and nail. “It’s all taken care of! We will be updating the Youth Recreational Center!”
Hannah jumped back from Drake, “We will be what?!” Her excitement couldn’t be stifled. Her eyes filled with tears, the happiest tears her eyes had ever shed. Drake gently raked them away with the edge of his pinky. The tear rolled down the cold gold of his pinky ring, causing it to shimmer in the warm sun rays.
THE END
Billionaire’s Fate
GLORIA
I hated waiting outside of interviews; I hated waiting outside of closed doors in general. I reminded myself to use my smile. I had worked at a diner in Cincinnati growing up and knew how to turn on the charm at the drop of a hat.
I’ve got this. It’s already in the bag.
I pressed down on my leg to stop it from shaking. I already worked for the charity department at Eco-Farming Enterprises in New York City but was seeking a promotion. The charity department hosted an annual fundraising dinner at a high-end dining hall in Manhattan to support children in Africa. I had been the Assistant Coordinator for two years. With only two weeks until this year’s annual event, Luise, the Head Coordinator, fell sick and I wanted his position.
I could hear Darek, a bald-headed, nerdy-type from Public Relations, laughing as he interviewed someone inside the room. What are they, old college roommates? They’d been in there for almost a half hour already. I was ideal to head the charity because I was half Irish-American and half Ghanaian; the country in Africa where the charity focused its support. My mixed ethnicity used to make me feel different, but now I appreciate the blue eyes and full bosom I got from my mom and the light skin complexion I got from my dad. Ultimately, my mom taught me to be strong and just be myself; a regular, small-town girl.
Getting this promotion was important for me. A year ago, my fiancé left me a month before our wedding because his ex-girlfriend “was actually his true love.” With the help of my favorite Joni Mitchell songs from her “Blue” album, I got over it. I’ve focused on my career and paying off my school loans ever since. But now I was 26 years-old and my position and salary had become stagnant.
I heard Darek give a high five to the interviewee. What is going on? There was no explanation for an interview going this long. I took a deep breath and wondered why the hot, 32-year-old billionaire a
nd CEO of the company, Aiden Ford, didn’t attend these interviews. The charity was supposedly an important part of his company. He was a mysterious man who shut himself off from the company but ran it like a well-oiled machine. Most of what I knew about him was from the tabloids; he liked to date a lot of models.
I heard some chairs pull out and the door knob turn. I stood up as Darek walked out, shaking hands with the interviewee. “Great, Jake. I’ll email you in the next few hours so you can get started.” Jake walked off, smiling. “Thanks for the position. I’m looking forward to it!”
I approached Darek, concerned. “Excuse me, Darek. Are we still doing my interview?”
He glanced at his clipboard, crossing out some names. “I’m sorry, Gloria. The position has already been filled.”
I interrupted him. “Yes, I can see that. But I didn’t get a chance to even interview.”
He lowered his clipboard. “Jake is the most qualified candidate and we have to move fast; the event is the week after next.”
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