Diary of A. . . (21 page)

I really couldn’t be sure when we fell
asleep last night. I wasn’t sure what time it was now. If someone
was looking for me, I wouldn’t know that either. But I did know it
was Saturday and that I had to get home, but …

I didn’t want to go.

Work was really the last thing I wanted to
do now. Despite the soreness, I still missed Theo’s presence and my
mind ordered my body to seek him out.

Wrapping the sheet around my body, I left
the bedroom and walked down the hall. I stopped in the bathroom to
freshen up before venturing out to the front of the house. Theo was
nowhere to be seen. I looked out the front window. His SUV was
still parked outside, but it looked as if he had moved it.

Still searching for Theo, I noticed that the
back door to the home was opened. I stepped out in my bare feet,
telling myself I was washable because the need to find Theo was now
becoming urgent. I heard noises coming from a boathouse out back
and followed the noise to where a small dock was.

Theo was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans.
The shirt was open wide, revealing his dark chocolate skin and
washboard stomach. The jeans were secured, emphasizing his strong
thighs. He looked so damn naturally sexy I wanted to just jump in
his arms again.

I trembled, yes, from the chill in the air,
but mostly from sexual need.

Noticing me, Theo smirked and took off his
shirt. “You shouldn’t be out here without any clothes on.”

I saw a tattoo on his back of a navy seal
insignia similar to what Lethal Heart had on his arm. Except this
one was bigger and engraved over it was the word, “WICKED.”

As he wrapped the shirt over my shoulders, I
casually asked, “You were in the army?”

He frowned and then looked over his
shoulder, realizing I had seen his tattoo. “The Navy Seals aren’t a
part of the army.”

“Okay, armed services?” I said, knowing he
was being a smart ass.

“Yes.”

“Do you know Lethal Heart?”

He looked away with this distrustful
expression upon his face. “Yes. How do you know him? Were you one
of his?”

“No.”

There was an instant look of relief. “Good.
Cause that would have been tough to compare to.”

Theo was actually intimidated by Lethal?
Damn!

“How do you know, Lee?” he asked.

The nickname immediately put me on alarm and
told me that Theo knew Lethal Heart personally. He was all too
familiar with Lethal, who looked like it would be tough as hell to
be his friend.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I
said.

“I’m a cousin of a cousin, you could say.
Our family never liked to speak of the Hearts.” Theo still wasn’t
looking at me. He was looking at the lake instead. One by one, he
threw rocks in it as far as he could. Which looked pretty damn far
to me.

“They were more or less the bad apple of the
bloodline you could say,” Theo continued. “But once I found out
that Lee was my cousin, hell, I said I could give a fuck what my
family thought.” He shrugged. “Hopefully, once I get this divorce
final, I can get what Lee has for me. But until then he said he
don’t feel comfortable letting me get my hands on shit until I get
that bitch out my life.”

“Meaning your wife.”

“Yeah, although I didn’t mean to call her a
bitch. She just makes me so damn mad.” He finally looked at me.
“Want to go out on the pond, Sheryl?”

I looked down at the small ass boat. I
couldn’t swim a damn lick, but that need to not be away from him
was still so strong. “Yes, Theo,” I said.

After I showered and dressed, pulling my
wild hair back in a ponytail, I grabbed a bacon and toast sandwich
he had made. Then I joined Theo back on the docks where he used his
own strength to row us in the middle of the pond.

It was a nice size pond, with a diving dock
in the middle. I had worn a summer dress and a sweater because it
was still rather cool outside. I wore the same panties from
yesterday because I couldn’t find anything else and because they
were better than nothing. Plus, I had no plans to do anything
considering how sore my pussy still was.

“My sister and I use to come here a lot to
help my stepfather relax. He had a bad heart and needed a lot of
peace and quiet. He said this was his favorite place to be,” Theo
confided, even though he looked like a man who rarely told people
his business.

“Why does it say Wicked on your back?” I
asked, taking advantage of his amenable mood.

He shrugged. “Just a nickname.”

I raised a curious brow. “A simple nickname
isn’t just put on your back.”

With a lot of caution in his eyes, he asked,
“Do you really want to know why? Because I never show just anyone
why women call me wicked. That nickname attached itself to me after
Lee heard my girl from college screaming it. After that, it just
stuck.”

A weird chill ran down my spine. I should
have been scared, but curiosity was killing me. “Sure.”

“You know curiosity killed the cat,” Theo
reminded me.

I quickly bantered back, lusciously, “And
satisfaction brought it back.”

Theo stopped rowing and put the oars aside.
Grabbing my thighs, he pulled up my dress while he moved to his
knees. Then he ripped off my underwear yet again. Before I could
take another breath to protest him tearing my panties for the
second time, his mouth dipped down and attached itself to my
womanhood.

Dear sweet Lawd!!!

I think I yelled that out several times,
because I could never believe that any man could do what Theo was
doing with his tongue. I just knew he had something else in his
mouth causing this illustrious sensation that had my eyes rolling
in the back of my head. I gripped the side of the boat to hold on
to something because I thought for sure the top of my body was
going to shoot to the moon.

Theo’s mouth savored my womanhood as if he
hadn’t eaten a meal in years. To take it to the next level, he
pushed my thighs up, moved lower and dipped his tongue deep into
me.

Maybe I was so turned on because I hadn’t
had my pussy eaten outside before. Or maybe it was just the passion
by which this man was going at it, making my thighs quiver
turbulently. Whatever it was, I could never compare being eaten out
like this before where watching the act itself was a damn turn on,
as well.

Orgasming twice, I wanted him all over
again. I didn’t care that I was sore and probably wouldn’t walk
straight for a month.

Theo didn’t stop there. His mouth moved
lower pressing my thighs higher. I knew I was speaking in tongues
as he lasciviously licked from my perineum to my rear inciting
lust-filled wantonness all over me.

I didn’t care what he did. I just knew I
needed some type of relief. The more erotic, the better.

So when Theo moved over me, I didn’t care
that he still pressed my thighs back. He had released his member
from his pants and I felt him press into me. But it wasn’t where I
thought he was going.

“Theo!” I gasped.

The top of my dress was pushed down. His
mouth suckled a breast as he pressed even deeper in my ass.

‘Oh shit!’ And it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Fuck!” I screamed, fighting the urge to
tense, but feeling so damn relaxed, I don’t think I could even if I
wanted to.

Theo cursed, too, because I was tight as
hell. I knew he had to do some serious work to get as far as he
did. I wasn’t scared. I loved every damn centimeter of our
connection as the boat’s motion helped him achieve half entry into
my anal passage.

My stimulation never ended and actually
increased as he, too, became excited. And for the first time, I
could feel my ass coming as he also made sure to press his groin
against my clitoris to give me a double orgasm.

If there were people around in a fifty-mile
area, I know they heard me screaming his name.

It felt sooooo.....damn wickedly good.

Now I understood his nickname.

Entry Thirty-Six

The entire weekend was thrilling after that
wonderfully wicked moment. That pretty much sums it up.

Theo was just like I had known him to be
from the first time. We found so much to laugh about and do. The
home provided little, but we enjoyed the proximity of each other
day after day. For a man who had nothing, I felt like he was giving
me everything.

On Sunday afternoon, when he finally said we
would have to head back into town, I felt heartbroken.

“What?” he asked, looking at the distraught
expression on my face.

“I just thought…” I knew I was crazy to even
ask if we could stay here another week, but I sure wanted to. Yet I
had to be realistic. Theo didn’t make enough money to just miss
work like that. And even though I probably could, I knew that to
ask that of him would be wrong.

“Never mind,” I continued. “You’re right, we
should go. I left everything at the office.”

Theo promised to drop me off there.

As I put on my rich clothes, I felt like a
different woman. So much had happened in so little time.

We drove in casual silence where it was just
nice to be around each other. Talk wasn’t necessary. When we came
close to my job, Theo said, “I’m sorry for kidnapping you.”

I teased, “I’ll think about not pressing
charges.”

Stopping in front of my workplace, he tugged
gently on my hand to make me lean into him. Then he kissed me
tenderly. “I know what you’re thinking, Sheryl.”

“What?” Cause I didn’t think he did.

“You’re thinking you can find out who she is
and then threaten her to give me the divorce.”

Shit! That had crossed my mind.

“You don’t want me to become involved?” I
guessed.

“No, I don’t.”

Dammit! Should I listen to him?

“I’ll call you tonight because I would love
to see you again tomorrow, but I want you to get your business done
first,” he said.

I thought that was so sweet of him to
understand the importance of my work. “Thank you, Theo.”

I let him kiss me, loving the feel of his
lips on mine, before getting out the car. In the back of my mind, I
thought, This Bitch is gonna do what she wants to do. Which meant I
was going to find out his wife’s name whether Theo liked it or
not.

Using my access key, I went up to my office
quietly really expecting Erin to be sitting at my desk. My office
was empty, so I went into my bathroom to change my clothes. I
always left an extra suit in there just in case I needed to change
for a lot of business meetings in one day.

Okay, I said to myself, having a serious
head talk. You know in your heart and soul you want to be with
Theo, but Mackeroy is not going to be pleased if you just dropped
him like a bad habit.

I could do it slow or, like other times, use
work as a way to get out of the relationship. Maybe I’d put him off
for a while and then say work just got me all tied up. That always
worked in the past when I didn’t want to just come right out and
say it was another guy.

Being too blunt would hurt Mackeroy’s
feelings and he’d been too nice to me to just do him like that.
Plus, we could lose his account.

Would it piss Erin the fuck off that my
personal life affected the company’s well-being? Oh hell yeah! That
hating bitch would find a way to point the finger at me and get me
fired. She’d love that.

Dammit, how I’d love to fire her ass for
something.

So maybe I should just keep Mackeroy holding
on in order to keep his account. Or at least keep him holding on
until Erin cooled her heels and didn’t care if we lost the account
or not. Though that would be a horrible thing to do to Mackeroy, I
wasn’t trying to look for another job right now.

As for Sroban, I didn’t think I should go to
Erin with what I knew. Maybe if I made copies of the information
that I had and did a blank envelope delivery to Earl, I bet his
eyes would be open to a possible saboteur right under his nose.
Maybe with all the changes he was doing lately, Earl already
suspected there was someone trying to bring his company down, but
just couldn’t point any fingers yet.

With this resolved in my head, I felt a
little better and decided to just get my stuff and go. But first I
had to do something with my hair.

Just as I was about to come out of the
bathroom to get a comb from my desk drawer, I heard voices in the
office. Or rather through my office door that I had left open
earlier.

Freezing at the doorway of the bathroom, I
recognized Mackeroy’s voice immediately. He seemed frustrated.

“I have tried everywhere! And I can’t find
her. That’s why I came here. Do you know her car is still in the
parking lot?”

Erin replied, “She’s not here. I’ve been
here all day and I’ve looked all over this office. I would have
seen her. She probably just left her car here to go somewhere. How
could you lose her? She isn’t that hard to keep up with. She’s
either working or at home.”

Why would Erin know my schedule? And why
would Mackeroy need to keep up with me?

“I didn’t lose her. I thought I would be
able to have dinner with her Friday –”

“You haven’t seen her since Friday?! Dammit!
Do you think she went to Florida and told Earl something?”

“Why would she do that? She doesn’t suspect
a thing. I’ve looked through all her things at her house and so I
know she doesn’t suspect a thing, Erin. You’re worried over
nothing. Just relax. She probably had to handle some shit
concerning her father. I remember her mentioning that she was
looking for him and that it was becoming consuming. I’ll find her
and keep her busy until you’ve wrestled away the rest of Earl’s
accounts. By the end of the year, he’ll be broke and you’ll be…” He
paused. “Rich.”

Erin giggled – a first I’ve ever heard from
her. Damn! She almost sounded human. “And I’ll buy out the rest of
his company, fire all these bitches – especially that bitch
Sheryl.”