Kismet (Beyond the Bedroom Series) (17 page)

I could see the driver watching us more than the road. Something about the driver watching turned me on even more, so I pulled my titties out so he could have something to look at. I laid back and let him eat my pussy all the way back to the hotel. He didn’t even attempt to fuck me. When the limo stopped, he licked his lips and drank the champagne straight from the bottle.

He hadn’t even washed his face. “You are not riding around Las Vegas with my pussy all over your face!” He jumped in the cab then said, “Watch me!”

I shook my head and said, “Seafood.”

The cab driver took us to this nice little crab shack that also served lobsters. The food was great. After we had eaten, we called it a night to rest for Saturday night. I thought Ant would be mad when he saw me headed to the other bedroom and not the one he was already occupying. Instead, he yelled “I’ll get your ass tomorrow.”

I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t wake up until almost two in the afternoon Saturday. When I came out the bedroom of our two-bedroom suite, Ant was on the floor working out.

“You know there is a gym here, right?” He stopped his crunches. “I was there all morning, sleepy head, go back to sleep if you going to start talking shit. As a matter fact, I’m ordering us some room service. You can’t talk with your mouth full.”

He thought he was so funny, so I ate in silence. I didn’t say anything to him for two hours; it was almost five when I opened my mouth.

“It’s our last day here and I want to enjoy it. Can we start drinking now and have a late dinner if we get hungry?” I tried hard to sound ticked off.

Ant walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out another bottle of champagne. “Let’s do it, baby.” We killed that bottle and ordered two more that had the same fate as the first. I was sloppy drunk and more horny than drunk.

“So, is that how you do Ant; eat a woman’s pussy then leave her fiending for the dick?” He stood over me.

“I showed you what my mouth was about, how about giving me a sample of yours?”

I wasn’t totally out of it, but I remembered that I had setup the video camera in my room in the closet and had it set on zoom facing the bed when we first arrived.

“I’m going to suck your dick in here right now, but when we done, I want to you to take me in my bedroom and you fuck the shit out of me doggy style. Can you handle that?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I can handle that. Get your drunken ass in the bed now. This liquor got me and I need to pee. When I get in there, have that ass in the air.”

My plan seemed to work like clockwork. I went and hit record and before he made it to the room, I was at the head of the bed with my ass in the air, waiting on him to come and pound me.

He rested his dick on my back while he opened the condom. At first, I thought it was his hand because it was heavy but just as I thought, everything on his body was big.

When he slid his dick inside of me, he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and started pounding me. There weren’t any feelings behind it, either. When I started telling him he was in too deep, he went deeper.

“Shut yo’ ass up and take this dick. This how you wanted it, didn’t you?”

I screamed out, “YES.” Ant let my breasts go and gripped a hand full of my hair dead in the center of my head and forced me to look in his direction.

He kissed me while he stroked, which made his dick slide into a less painful position. “Bite my lip, Savannah.” I sucked his bottom lip until the majority was in my mouth and bit down on it.

He pulled his lip away and pushed my face into the pillow and held his hand over my head so I couldn’t lift it up and went deeply all over again.

I felt the cum slide down my legs. “Damn, this pussy good, girl; I knew it was going to be.” Ant tucked his arms under my armpits until his arms wrapped over my shoulders and laid me down backward on his dick.

I screamed out, “ANT,” because his dick felt like it was in my guts.

“You on top now, baby, show me how much dick you want in you.”

I went down on the dick to the halfway point, came back up, and then went down on it again. “Savannah you can take more dick than that.” He moved me off of him and flipped me over. This big nigga moved fast.

He placed my legs in the air and, with one hand, held both of my feet together and started fucking me slightly sideways. I came again.

“I can’t wait ‘til you’re my girl so I can take this condom off. That pussy getting wet as hell; I know it’s some killer.”

He closed his eyes and turned his head up to the ceiling. The grand finale was just seconds away and I wanted to egg him on. I started moaning louder until it was in full words.

“Fuck me, Ant, fuck me. FUCK ME, make me cum daddy, Ant fuck me !” It was working like a charm.

He put his head back down and started looking at me in my eyes; I licked my lips, bit my bottom one, and heard the words I had wanted to hear. “Oh, shit, Savannah, I’m about to nut,” and his river came flowing.

It was hard as hell to get myself dressed to impress after getting some good dick like that and I was still drunk. I did my best, though. I put on an all-white, tie around the neck dress that stopped three inches under my butt.

I put the stilettos I brought to wear with the dress back in the box and put on my back up all white pumps. I went over the layers in my hair with my flatiron, applied a little lipstick and was ready to go.

There must have been a memo sent out because Ant walked out of the room in all white, too, and boy, was he looking good. I ran back in the room and used a feminine wipe to absorb the new wetness looking at him brought on. That nigga could dress.

When I came out the room, he was posing for me. “You can say it, baby, a nigga look good, don’t I?”

Not wanting to pump his head up, I replied, “You straight, slightly above average.”

He took my hand and said, “That’s cool, you can hate. Your pussy already told me what was up.” Then we headed for a night on the town.

We fell into some club in a new casino on the strip. It was packed and jumping. The bouncer recognized who he was at the door, let us in free, and then lead us to the VIP section. The place was filled with celebrities.

Surprisingly, he didn’t seem excited when he saw who our company was, instead he acted the same way everyone else did.

I didn’t want to be under him the whole night so after an hour or so, I went to mingle with the non-VIP club goers. I danced with about five different men before making my way to the bar. When I looked at the VIP section, Ant was covered with women. I didn’t want to look like a hater, so I got comfortable.

“What is a pretty thing like you doing sitting at the bar and not dancing with me?” The voice was deep like Barry White’s and him whispering in my ear sent chills down my spine. Standing in front of me was this heap of black beauty. His aura was of a Greek God or African war hero. If it weren’t for the flashing lights and his cream colored suit, I wouldn’t have been able to see him. Brother was black. He smelled of cocoa butter and Blue Magic hair grease.

I couldn’t make out his features completely, but he was fine enough to dance with. We danced for three songs straight which all seemed to be neo soul songs.

After the dance, he took me back to where he found me at the bar, took a seat next to me and bought us both a drink. We talked about our careers and life for almost an hour before Ant came and asked me to dance with him.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Savannah?”

With my head on his chest, I shook my head yes. “I was watching you dance with color purple over there, that’s when I realized I came here with the prettiest woman in Nevada tonight.” The flower man came by and offered me a flower for Ant to buy. I turned down the offer.

“No, ma’am, the guy at the bar just brought it for you.” I turned to face the bar, but there was no one there. Ant, the flower man and I searched through the club trying to see who bought it for me. Finally, the flower man pointed to the door and there was a man leaving with dreads. Was that Dre?

Suddenly, I snapped at the flower man. “What did he look like? Did he have a tattoo on his face? Huh? Answer me! Did he have a southern accent? Could you make out his eye color?”

The flower man seemed scared. “I couldn’t see his face, ma’am, and he didn’t sound like he had an accent.” Ant stood in front of me.

“What’s wrong, Savannah? Are you okay? Who do you think that was?”

I wasn’t sure who that was or if it was Dre. After five drinks at the club and the champagne at the hotel, there was nothing I could say to Ant except, “You want to smoke?” and then headed out the club to go vomit on Las Vegas’ beautiful strip. Happy third birthday, Sade.

Chapter 11: The New Intern

After all the visions of Dre, I decided to speed up my acts of revenge. The weekend after my trip to Las Vegas with Big Ant was when Tyrone showed me he was the weakest link in his crew. It had been almost two weeks since that disappointing sexual encounter.

I was back to work and focused. I had fucked all the “Hoe Crew’s” men or should I say, babies daddies and would let stage two of my plans hold off until I found out if my company was really going to open an office in Seattle, WA. If they did, I would be moving there, which would be closer to Sade and far away from the drama I’m about to cause in California.

When I made it to work, Stephanie told me there was a certified letter waiting for me on my desk. Whenever I heard letter, I automatically thought it had something to do with Dre. This time it didn’t.

The letter was from Dr. Davis reminding me to have my ovarian cysts looked at and informing me of her moving her practice to Memphis, TN. I hadn’t thought about those little circles they found on my ultrasound since the doctor brought it to my attention. She said that cysts were common in African American women and didn’t really push the issue for me to have them checked out, so I didn’t. I will also put that on my things to do list, right next to Will’s handsome ass.

Ever since Tyrone called himself talking shit to me after his three minutes of nothing, I’ve wanted to fuck his best friend. That would be the cherry on top of my ice cream of revenge.

I didn’t have time to setup any appointments right now, not to see my doctor in Memphis, TN or Will. I had two interns who had started almost two weeks ago that I had never met. So, I decided to be the best boss of the year and treat them both to a two hour lunch in Hollywood at Universal City walk’s Hard Rock Café.

When I arrived, they were already seated at a table enjoying the live band. When I introduced myself, they both stood and the relaxed look they had on their faces while I was walking to the table seemed to disappear. They were business people. I loved it.

“There are two things I don’t play about and that is my business and my past. Since this lunch has nothing to do with either, you both can relax. I want to get to know you and your personalities.”

Neither one of them sat down until I took my seat. I felt like a judge. “Well, let’s start this off with a round of drinks. I want to congratulate you both on making it this far in college. Of course, after our lunch, I will be sending you home with full credit for today. I can’t have you feeling like happy hour on the job.”

There was something about Erika that looked familiar. I didn’t want to keep looking her way, but I really wanted to know where I had known her from. It wasn’t a negative feeling when I looked at her, but I couldn’t place a positive one there, either. She was too young to have played basketball with or against me as a teenager; maybe it was her college look that made me feel like I knew her. I don’t know, but I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable while I tried to find out.

Once we ate and said goodbye, I headed back to the office to start working on the new contract for our Seattle location.

The opening of a location in Washington and not Chicago was my idea, so I headed this deal. We had grossed Strax Industries more money than previously estimated. As a show of appreciation, not only did we receive bonuses, but they brought in new business. We decided to dedicate the majority of the Los Angeles location to them and work other accounts at a new facility.

“Stephanie, when you’re done, I need you for a second.” Stephanie had become my personal partner. She had even decided to make the move to Washington with me.

She said, “What would you do in Washington without me, Savannah? Count me in!”

I would go crazy without her and she knew it. “Yes, Savannah, what’s up?” All this California sunshine was doing Stephanie some good.

She had started dating a Los Angeles firefighter and I could tell he was fucking the shit out of her. She even had a new walk.