Youngin' Blues: The Story of Reed and RaKeem (20 page)

“Reed. You came back to me.” Keem whispered.

It wasn’t RaKeem’s kisses that woke Reed, but the moisture on her face had. Opening her eyes, she looked up to him with burning desire. He was still as handsome as she’d remembered him. his curls had grown out a bit more, and Reed adored the new look. Lifting her hand, she placed it on his pained face.

Wiping the few tears that had slipped out of his eyes, she said, “It would’ve been much easier for me to walk away… that’s why I chose to stay.” She smiled. She didn’t bother to stop the overflow of tears that soaked the pillow beneath her.

“Don’t cry.” Keem tried to catch every tear that fell from her eyes, but there was too many. “No. Don’t cry.” He pleaded with her.

“I love you, Keem.” Reed admitted, nodding her head. “Although it still hurts, I know that we can get through this.”

“You’re awesome Reed. Magical even. What did I do to deserve you?” Keem questioned. “I’m so sorry. I promise to never do it again, Reed. I beg of your forgiveness.” He lowered his head even further and kissed her tear stained cheeks. “I’m sorry that I hurt you. I promise to love and commit myself to you from this day forth, Reed. It’s only you. You have to believe me. I want this thing we have to last forever. Don’t ever leave me again. I won’t ever give you a reason to. Okay?”

“I won’t ever leave you!” Reed assured Keem.

“Stay right here. Please. Don’t move.”

RaKeem got off of the bed and hurried into his closet. Pulling out the top drawer to his dresser, he retrieved the small velvet box. Opening it, he was sure that Reed’s beautiful ring was still inside. Kissing it, he closed his eyes and said a quick prayer.

Keem was no fool, and there would be a lot of work, on his behalf, that needed to be done but he was willing. He’d do anything to secure his spot in Reed’s life. She meant the world to him, and he’d rather not be without her.

Walking back into the room, he was glad to see that Reed was still there. As disobedient as they came, of course she was no longer in bed, but that was just fine. In fact, she was turned with her back towards him as she wiped her eyes. Sneaking up behind her, RaKeem dropped to his knees and opened the small box.

“Reed Coleman, this wasn’t exactly how I planned this. Hell, I hadn’t planned it at all. But, I feel like there is no better time than now to express my deepest sincerest love for you. You complete me, girl. I knew it from the start, but with growth and separation it was confirmed. You’re the light of my life. I don’t know what the fuck I’d do without you by my side. I know I fucked up, and this is in no way an insult to your pain. I will fight my way back to the place in your heart that I belong. However, I just felt like the time was now. In celebration of our reuniting, I thought that it was the perfect time to commit. To you, Reed, I commit myself. All of me. I’m yours. If you’d have me… Reed, will you do me the please of being my wife?” Keem spoke from the heart. He’d thought of their engagement as a more romantic one. He’d wanted the entire world to see him propose in the beginning, but things never ever really worked out according to plan. Keem was appreciative of their moment alone, because it was perfect.

Reed had yet to face Keem, because she was a huge ball of emotions. She was filled with joy and sadness all in one. The love of her life was on bending knee, asking for her hand in marriage. He was the man she loved. But at the very same time, he was the man that had caused her more pain than anyone or anything in her entire time on this green earth. If he’d loved her just as much as it seemed, she didn’t understand how he’d been the source of so much pain. Turning towards Keem, Reed began. She could barely form a sentence as she tried to figure out exactly how to relieve herself of the words that would surely burn RaKeem’s soul.

“RaKeem Jones, this is a beautiful ring, but…”

“Please, Reed.” Keem didn’t dare let her finish. The but had broken his heart before the rest emitted from her vocals. His most valuable vessel had fell from his chest and landed on the the floor –near his bended knee.

“But I don’t want you to think that it’s as easy as proposing to get us back to where we need to be. I love you no less, but you hurt me. You really did, and I haven’t finished healing yet. It just pains me more to be away than to stay. SO, here I am. I’m accepting this ring.” Reed reached out and grabbed the box, admiring the beautiful jewelry. “Under one condition.”

“Whatever you want, Reed. Whatever you need.” He begged.

“You stop at nothing to get us to a place that we have never been before. Our love was great back before everything happened, but I think that we have the potential to surpass even that. I want you, all of you, to dedicate your time and attention to what we have. I’m not just some toy, Keem. You will not play with me. There wont be another chance. This is all you get. Right here. Right now. I’m giving you the only chance that you’ve got, so don’t fuck it up!”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Now get up here and kiss me.”

Lifting from his knee, Keem obeyed. Anything that Reed wanted, she would be granted. He owed her that much. “So, will y…”

“I’ll be your wife, RaKeem.” Reed smashed her lips into his.

The couple kissed for what seemed like an eternity, neither wanting to let go of the other. They’d been through a rough couple of months, but it felt good to come out on top. As it had been said before, their union was much to precious to be parted. They’d been brought back together, and RaKeem refused to tear them apart again. In his heart, and in Reed’s as well, they both knew that this was it. They’d marry and flourish as husband and wife. Both of them had so much to look forward to. Placing the past behind them was the only obstacle. Reed was still hurting, but Keem would grow to be her healing. She couldn’t see herself anywhere other than where she was at the very moment. Her heart was filled with compassion as she looked into Keem’s brown eyes. He was her everything, and vice versa. She couldn’t wait to prosper and grow old with her fiancé, even though he’d given her the Youngin’ Blues. When time permitted, they’d both heal and move as far away from their hurt as possible. Reed was anxious to feel even better than she felt all of those months ago. Without a doubt, she knew that Keem would make it happen.

“I love you RaKeem Jones.” She pulled away and stated.

“I love you, more… Reed Jone.”

The End…

Secrecy: The Story of KinZu Noble

April 2016

Prologue

              The aroma of Christian Dior was prominent, slicing through the air with each peddle that was taken. Routinely, every eye in the building was trained on the vicious vixen that swayed her way across the ballroom. The floor length mink had been imported just a day prior. It was compulsory that the Italian design arrived in time for the the big night, or else all hell would’ve broken loose. Not giving two shits about the extra $2,500 that was required for expressed delivery, the order was placed without hesitation. That was just the way that shit worked.

              Under the fire red mink was a custom gown, fitting for only a queen. The silk material hugged with little to no room to move. Black in color and unique in style, it was suitable for the grand event. The Manolo Blahnik Swan Embellished Swan Satin Pumps clicked and clacked on the marbled floor, causing a bit of a ruckus. Heads turned and bodies shifted to get a better view as the rare beauty strolled. 

              With grace and gumption, 26, year old KinZu Noble, glided across the sea of billionaires with the assistance of her counterpart. Tonight’s charity event had caused for her presence. Although she’d much rather be in the comfort of her very own mansion, curled up eating popcorn, she’d substituted her quality time to accompany the infamous Daniel Worthy. After all, the $100,000 that had been deposited into her account prior to her arrival had been enough persuasion to get her out of the jammies that she was in.

              “Sorry I’m late, darling.” KinZu spat. She’d gotten accustomed to lying. It came with the territory. “You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to correct my eyeliner. The artist never showed up. Maybe I should’ve rode with you as you suggested after all.”

              Daniel Worthy smiled as he pulled KinZu into his arms. “It’s quite alright.” He squeezed. “As long as you made it.”

              “I wouldn’t dare miss it for the world.” She pulled back.

Stepping closer into this space, she licked her index finger and cleaned the dried dressing that had crumbled above his lip. She could give a fuck less about the crust that was on his face, but her forged concerns were all apart of her act.

“Honey.” She chuckled, “What have you been eating?”

“A little of everything.” Daniel admitted.

“I see.” KinZu raised her brows.

“Sweetie, I’d like for you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Rec Southerland. This is my beautiful wife, KinZu Worthy.” He waved his hand back and forth as he made introductions. “Rec is the big guy that I’ve been telling you about. Mr. and Mrs. Southerland donated over a million dollars to A Worthy Cause this year alone.” Daniel placed his hands on KinZu’s waist and turned her to face the older gentleman and woman that were standing behind her.

Rather than roll her eyes into the top of her head as she’d wanted, KinZu smiled –bright eyed. “Oh my God, Danny has mentioned you several times. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. We are thankful for your hefty donations. I hope that you received the cards that the Mr. and I sent you two.” 

Of course Daniel wasn’t the Mr. and KinZu sure as hell wasn’t the Mrs., but it wasn’t for anyone else to know. Their status wasn’t up for discussion. Whatever was quoted to the associated was what it was. There wasn’t any debating. Daniel was a trusted businessman, and no one would ever peg him to be a liar. Besides, KinZu could be your part-time wife, children’s mother, mistress, partner, girlfriend, enemy or whatever other reasonable partnership that needed to be shammed for the public eye. There weren’t many regulations to her occupation, but there were some aspects she wouldn’t even attempt to embark on.

The highest paid escort in the city of Philly, she was proud to be. There wasn’t a single soul on the face of God’s green earth that could berate or denounce her profession of choice. KinZu was genius, never participating in even one day of dick sucking and was awarded the life that her naysayers could only dream of. Undoubtedly, she was that bitch, and hated to be mistaken for anything else.

“Yes. We did, dear. Thanks so much.”

“My pleasure.”

Daniel had forewarned KinZu on a few things that had taken place during the time that had lapsed between their previous event, and now. He’d seen her flash cards and emails keeping her up-to-date on his dealings and involvement with the community.
Being a wife is a little too complicated,
KinZu had concluded time and time again. Each week, she was receiving new information to store in her mental. It was one of the main reasons that Daniel’s tab was so high.

Besides the $100k that was paid to attend any function, Daniel also wired $5k along with the emails and notes that he sent weekly. This was a small fee that KinZu required to remember the data that was sent. She was one that often suffered from memory lost, so to keep the millions of events, charities, and functions that he was involved in was a task in itself. So for her inconvenience, she required compensation.

“We’re going to get going, nice meeting the Mrs.” Rec waved as he pushed his wife forward, probably going to get a drink of water because he seemed to be thirsty.

Lusting over Daniel’s wife had him ready to blow a gasket. The entire time they stood, he was focused on her. While he’d gathered himself to get the hell out of dodge due to his unholy acts, Mrs. Southerland couldn’t wait to get out of earshot so that she could ridicule KinZu’s choice of attire.

The plunging neckline barely covered her round, c-cup, teen-aged like tits. The nipple rings that KinZu adored could be seen through the silk fabric of choice. She could give a fuck what anyone at the event thought of her wardrobe. Daniel was infatuated with her sense of style, and that was all that mattered. Until they began paying KinZu to mouth their opinions, then they could stick them up their ass.

“Amazing. Fucking amazing.” Daniel pulled KinZu near, and whispered in her ear. Clenching her side with his manicured fingers, he continued, “I’m so glad that you could make it.”

KinZu burned on the inside. Six years of abstinence caused her to crave a man’s touch. When offered, she gladly accepted; however, it never went beyond slight rubs or copped feels. Daniel Worthy was, indeed, an eligible bachelor, but KinZu wasn’t in the business to become a wife. With her entire college years dedicated to just that, she felt the need to roam free for a few. She’d excelled in school since starting, and now that it wasn’t her priority. She wanted time for herself. Only when she hit thirty did she plan on dating with a purpose. For now, it was fun and funds.

Besides, Daniel was a fraud. He had established all that he had due to his conniving ways. As a woman who prided herself on authenticity, settling with a charlatan was unacceptable. Although her occupation contradicted her lifestyle, the truth was that she wasn’t the one to create the facades, her clients were. None of the goers that she’d met while on duty did she owe any lies or truths. Everything that poured from her lips were scripted. KinZu simply thought of herself as a well-paid actress. Nothing more, or less.

“I wouldn’t dare stand you up.” She blushed. “How could I?”

“It’s always a pleasure to see you.” Daniel kissed KinZu’s neck, causing her body to riddle with fire. “I’ve missed you.”

Chuckling, KinZu felt her cheeks as they became flustered. Leaning her neck to the side, she allowed him access to her hot spot. There was no harm in a little fun. Besides, Daniel knew that everyone was watching him and his “on-call” wife. He was a show off, and loved for all eyes to be upon him.

His attention seeking was the exact reason that KinZu had landed her first gig with him. Being that he was Caucasian, he’d purposely sought out a colored candidate. Quite the rebellion, KinZu’s discovery was awarding for him. Haitian descendant, sun-kissed, and beautiful, KinZu was the idea match. In fact, her beauty had blown Daniel. For weeks, he was geeked just to be in her presence. Although it was all an act, Daniel was indeed down with the swirl. He’d expressed it to KinZu several times before.

“You should consider my offer. I’d make you the happiest you’ve ever been. You know I’m well capable.” Daniel bit at her, causing KinZu to close her eyes.

Daniel had run the same dialogue by her time and time again
. I’d make you the happiest you’ve ever been
, and that may have been true. However, when KinZu decided to wed, her groom would need to make her
the happiest that she’d ever be
, versus the happiest she’d been
thus
far. It sounded good, but not good enough.  

“I need to go freshen up.” KinZu insisted.

Opening her eyes, she lifted her head in the upright position, and turned to kiss Daniel’s lips. Their lips lingered along a bit longer than expected, but it was all in a day’s work. Staring into his cold blue eyes, she saw the same emptiness that was displayed on their last encounter. During the time that they’d been acquainted, KinZu had gotten to know Daniel a little more than she’d like to. Truthfully, he needed a companion, but he was searching somewhere that he wouldn’t find one –inside of her.

Nodding his head, Daniel extended his arm to show her the direction of the restrooms. “Through the double doors to your right. I have a host of people that I’d like you to meet, so don’t get lost, love.” And just like that, he was back in business mode –the only way that KinZu liked him.

The thunderous sound of shoes tapping the marbled floors behind KinZu caused her to turn around. Before she could get a word out, she was shoved into a small closet that was just before the restroom’s entrance. The attempt to scream was muffled by a hand to the mouth. Boosted into the air, KinZu felt her dress being snatched above her head. Without any panties, her aggressor was granted access to her most prized possession.

One Caucasian hand roamed her body while the other concealed her pleas. KinZu hated to admit that the cheap feels, janitorial closet, and unconsented foreplay that she’d been subjected to had her stomach doing somersaults and back flips –in anticipation for more.

Just as the single hand left her lips, she made an effort to scream, but was silenced by a warm wet tongue to the clitoris. Her scream was replaced with a moan. Using her right hand, she placed it on her mugger’s head to intensify the invasion of her pussy. If she was consenting, at this point, then they had to do shit right. Being that she hadn’t directly agreed to this battering, it was necessary that they brought their a-game for inconveniencing the young asset.

“Fuck…” KinZu threw her head back to help alleviate some of the gruesome pleasure that she was exposed to. “Ummmm.”

Without a word, her assailant continued to thrash their vicious tongue across her pussy, silently begging her to rain down on their face. Gripping the short prickly hairs of the foe’s head, KinZu shoved it deeper into her pussy –gripping as much as she could. The slick follicles weren’t cooperating, causing KinZu’s hand to end in a fist.

Round.

Round.

Up.

Down.

The whipping that was being put on KinZu’s pussy caused her to cry out. Nearing her peak, she began to gyrate her hips, mushing her sopping pussy into their face, daring resistance. Quickly, the rolls were reversed and KinZu had taken complete control. The chanced encounter had her craving penetration, but she’d never surrender to the thought.

“AHHHHHH!” she gasped, cumming. “Don’t stop.” She warned. “Please don’t stop.” She begged.

A good listener, the invader continued to suck on her pussy until she could no longer take the pressure. Her sensitive bulb had been squeezed of it’s life. Nothing more remained. “Ummm…” KinZu found herself humping, imagining she was being rocked by the deep strokes that some unknown heavy weight dick pusher was placing on her.

Her imagination was short lived as she felt her body being lowered to the floor. Embarrassment quickly turned her dark cheeks purple. Face to face, she commenced to a stare down with Loe, Daniel’s personal assistant. Holding her hand out, KinZu was recompensed with a hefty $5k for her services. The same routine had been implemented time and time again.

Loe, the most beautiful Russian that KinZu had ever laid eyes on, was married with three children of her own and one stepchild. She’d been assisting Daniel for over seven years, and had no plans of resigning any time soon. Her job was one to be proud of.

Although she didn’t have to move a muscle, being that her husband was a rich associate of Daniel’s, she chose to make a living for herself. She often complained about the home life being too boring to commit to. Her job was the most excitement that she experienced in a day, being that her industrious husband was hardly ever home.

Loe was well aware of the forged marriage between Daniel and KinZu, but as a loyal assistant, she kept her mouth shut. Besides, when KinZu was attending events with Daniel, it was the only time that Loe had to live out her wildest fantasies. She’d been afraid to express her desires to KinZu in the beginning, but after the large amounts she was pouring into her account from Mr. Worthy, she realized that the young beauty was all about her coins.