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  He stepped closer, taking my hands and linking our fingers.

  “Look, I know I fucked up bad. I went overboard with the women and shit. But I can make it up to you if you let me. There’s no other woman I can picture living in that house with me besides you. I was young and immature when I got this deal and I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. But I’ve had time to think now and I want you with me, in your place beside me as my queen. This place has been vacant since you left and I was waiting because I knew I’d get you back, baby. Just give us a chance and I’ll show you how much I’ve changed and grown. No woman knows how to love like you, Lena; please.”

  The two of us looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. He seemed sincere and was desperate for me to say yes to him. I knew in my heart that I didn’t want Willis back. I was still in love with Jonathan despite what’d happened between us. If I accepted Willis, I’d be settling for less than I deserved judging from the way he’d treated me in the past. I didn’t want to tell him while I was a guest in his mother’s house that he had no hope in hell of getting back with me. He leaned down to kiss me and I turned my face away.

  “Willis, I think we should go downstairs,” I said freeing my hands and heading for the door.

  “I still wanna talk, Lena. I waited until I brought you here to my mother’s home to tell you all this. I’ve never brought another woman here except you.”

  “Yeah, but can we talk later?” I replied, thinking about Kendra who was downstairs and evidently in his mother’s house.

  He looked at me for a long moment. “Ok, bae. Let’s go.”

  After we got back to the gathering, we ate more of the food that’d been prepared and I spent some time talking to Ms. Green and helping her serve some of the guests. Her life had changed since Willis was drafted. She’d quit her job and was in community college doing a few courses.

  When I looked around after our chat to find Willis and get ready to leave the party, I found him nowhere in sight. Then a thought struck me. I looked around for Kendra and only found her two friends sitting with a small group of people. I just knew in my heart that the disappearance of both of them was linked. I went inside the house which was still completely empty since everyone was outside. I walked slowly and quietly upstairs. At first I couldn’t hear anything until I heard smacking and the faint sounds of a bed creaking in his brother’s bedroom.

  I opened the door and the scene that met me brought back old, nasty memories I’d rather forget. Kendra was on all fours on the bed completely nude. Behind her also naked with his jeans around his ankles was Willis, pounding her hard from behind. At first they didn’t notice my arrival until the door hit the wall. Willis was like a deer in headlights for a split second, his eyes wide open, then he pushed Kendra off his dick and she fell forwards on the bed.

  “Lena, please,” he begged, tripping towards me awkwardly. “It’s not what you think.”

  He was breathing heavily, sweat misting his brow and looked as though he thought I might run screaming from the room at the horrors I’d just seen. I looked at him up and down; his impressive, muscular body contrasting horribly with his struggling dick. It was a pathetic sight. His pee-pee was slick with moisture, no condom being used. Willis was fucking Kendra raw in his mother’s house, mere minutes after asking me to move in with him. I looked across at her and watched as she scrambled to get her clothes on as quickly as possible.

  “It’s okay, Willis,” I said looking him right in the eye.

  “What?” he said in total disbelief.

  “What she say?” asked Kendra from behind us.

  Willis swiftly turned around and faced her angrily. “Bitch, get out. Now.”

  Visibly frightened at his command, she ran out of the room, fully dressed holding her shoes and we heard her make her way downstairs. He clearly mistreated her and apparently she withstood it. He turned his attention back to me.

  “Lena, I’m sorry. Shit! Damn!” he cursed to himself, pulling on his pants.

  “Lena, please. I swear on my mother’s life it’s not what you think. I need to explain.”

  “Willis, calm down,” I said adjusting my purse strap. “I was coming to tell you I need to go home now. Are you able to take me or shall I call a cab?”

  He looked at me suspiciously. “Why are you being like this?”

  “Look, I’ll call a cab then,” I said heading out.

  “No!” he shouted after me, “I’ll take you. I’m coming down.”

  I calmly headed downstairs back to the patio. Kendra and her two friends were nowhere to be seen. I went around saying my goodbyes to everyone, ending with Ms. Green.

  “We hope we’ll be seeing you more often,” she said with a wink, oblivious to the shit that was going down in her house.

  I laughed. It was highly improbable, but I didn’t have the heart to tell her.

  “I look forward to it, Ms. Green,” I replied giving her a hug.

  Willis had come to stand beside me with an irritated expression on his face. The Escalade was missing so we headed to the Bentley and for the first time ever, he opened the door for me, before going around to jump into the drivers’ seat.

  We rode in silence for a while. I could sense him glancing at me occasionally, trying to figure me out.

  “Bae,” he finally sighed. “I need to do better. Please don’t give up on me.”

  Besides the initial shock, I felt nothing about what I’d seen. He hadn’t changed. I was grateful that I had changed and was handling things far differently than the old Lena.

  “Willis, sometimes you are who you are,” I said wistfully, feeling sorry for him.

  “No, bae. I don’t want to be like my father was,” he said firmly. “That just ain’t me. I want to be faithful to one woman; to you Lena.”

  “And what about Kendra?”

  He sat up suddenly. “How do you know her name?”

  “She introduced herself to me at the club last night.”

  “What that bitch say?” he demanded, becoming all hostile. “Did she say some shit to you? Don’t believe anything that comes out of her fucking mouth. She knows you’re who I want; she’s nothin’ to me.”

  “Willis, just chill, okay?” I said laughing. “It’s fine. I’m not with you so you can do what you like.”

  He looked at me as though I’d grown another head. “Lena, don’t you even care about me at all? Not even a tear or a plea for me to be faithful like you used to do? I miss how you used to love me, bae.”

  I began to shake my head slowly. If he thought I was still that lonely little person still in love with him, he would be schooled.

  I placed my hand on his arm. “It’s not that I don’t care, it’s just that I’ve moved on. I’m living my life right now and I’m done with all this. I cannot take you back, Willis.”

  He arrived at my home and cut his engine then leaned his head towards me.

  “Lena, do you remember when I used to make love to you? Remember how it was? You can’t tell me you don’t miss that.”

  I couldn’t conceal my look of repugnance. Sadly, that memory was the final nail in the coffin. Reminiscing about sex with Willis was the absolute worst thing he could have brought up. At first the sex was tolerable; I had no experience and didn’t know much about what I liked. Just him being satisfied was enough for me.

  But as his athletic prowess made him more famous, it was increasingly a one sided affair and I can count on two fingers the number of times he made me come during our entire relationship. It’s just that I loved him and he was great in other things, so I tolerated it. I’d tell him what I liked and he’d follow my requests once or twice then revert back to whatever made him satisfied, ignoring my pleasure. I’d adopted the practice of faking it just to boost his ego but he never really did it for me.

  After Jonathan, I just knew he wasn’t man enough for me. After all, I wasn’t enough for him either, right? It was time to end this charade.

  “Willis. I don’t think
we should talk any more about a reconciliation. I just don’t see things the same way you do. I don’t feel the same way. Goodbye, and thank you for inviting me today; I had a great time.”

  He looked straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel as I opened the door and stepped out.

  “Oh, and Willis,” I said peering inside the car at him. “Kendra sure looks pretty in the cheap jewelry you demanded back from me.”

  His eyes were fixed straight ahead as I shut the car door. Before I’d gotten to the front door, he revved his car and took off at high speed, disrupting the whole neighborhood with screeching tires.

  When I got inside the house, I felt completely calm and at peace as far as Willis was concerned. I’d surprised myself by not acting hysterically when dealing with him. I hadn’t believed his smooth lies about wanting me and no sooner than he’d said them, I discovered that nothing had changed.

  But even as I congratulated myself on a peaceful reaction to catching him buck naked nailing Kendra, I still couldn’t help thinking about my bad luck with men. What was the famous saying by Maya Angelou; ‘when people show you who they are, believe them’.

  Despite him sending me beautiful diamond earrings the following week delivered by a Cartier courier, there was nothing left to be said between me and Willis.

  I rejected the delivery; we were done and I finally had the closure I’d wanted for a long time.

  ****

  Over the next two weeks, I managed to secure three interviews for job openings. The first one with a large Finance firm was back as an analyst; a position I’d long since outgrown. The working environment seemed clinical and too rigid for me after the inclusive corporate culture of Strauss Carter.

  The second interview I had was with a similar firm to Strauss Carter, but starting in an entry level position that paid far less than I’d earned at my previous job. The description of the third job was more compatible with the work I’d been doing at Strauss Carter, except it would be with a newer firm that’d recently opened an office in Beverly Hills, not too far from our home in Westwood. I was intrigued and arranged to attend an interview as soon as possible.

  The interview was taking place at 4pm, in a building on an exclusive street in Beverly Hills. The building was a luxury hotel with residential condos in it. I’d no idea there were offices up there until I was called to this interview. I checked in with the front desk and after they’d called up to inform them of my arrival, I entered the elevator to the 12th floor.

  When I arrived, I knocked on the door firmly. Hearing no answer, I tried the door which was unlocked. I found myself in a spacious condo but couldn’t see anyone waiting to greet me. I looked around and noticed it was sparsely furnished with comfortable couches and had wood strip floors. I'd worn my highest heels and a power suit and I carried a small case with my résumé as I tiptoed further in carefully, to avoid damaging the highly polished floors. Seeing no one, I straightened myself out then cleared my throat.

  "Hello!" I called out politely looking around.

  "Hi, Lena."

  Chapter Twenty Six

  A chill ran through me; I recognized that voice. I turned around and found myself facing Jonathan Carter. He was looking irresistible in snug, dark jeans, white, V-neck T-shirt and white Nike classic sneakers; his hands halfway in his denim front pockets. His face had that designer stubble that gave him a dark, mysterious look. His hair was styled in the usual Ivy League haircut with it longer in the front, swept carelessly off his face. I stood there frozen, gaping in shock and a little confused.

  "Jonathan! What's going on? I'm here for an interview. Why are you here?"

  "This is my condo, Lena. I called you here," he answered carefully, walking towards me.

  What? I couldn't believe it. That was impossible.

  “So you are conducting the interview?”

  “I needed to see you, Lena.”

  It took a moment for this to register. So he’d called the agency on the pretext of offering me a job so he could see me? That was way down low; even for a liar like him.

  “How did you find me?”

  “I have my ways.”

  “Why didn’t you call first?”

  “Because you changed your number, Lena. Once I’d found your new one, I didn’t want to call you from all the way across the country and have you hang up on me before you’d heard what I had to say. This was the only way I could think of to see you.”

  "I just can't believe this," I snapped, walking back towards the front door; hoping my tears wouldn't fall before I’d escaped.

  In a few strides, he’d caught me around the waist, with my briefcase falling out of my hands. He shut the front door that I’d left open.

  "Let go, Jonathan," I demanded, fighting back the tears.

  "Never. I can't let you leave until you hear me out."

  “You lied to me. You’re engaged. Let go right now!" I screamed at him, trying to pry his hands away. He kept a firm grip and began to nuzzle my ear and neck, pleading with me.

  "I’m not engaged to anybody, Lena. Please, baby. Don't do this. I came all this way, just give me a chance. I love you."

  I stilled and stopped struggling. He wasn’t engaged? And did he say he loved me? He turned me around to face him.

  "I’m in love with you, Lena. Please stay and hear me out. Just to talk; nothing else."

  “Are you sure you’re not with Ashley? I can’t even talk to you if you belong to someone else.”

  “I’m not with her; I wouldn’t be here if I was. Please; just hear what I have to say.”

  His eyes were pleading and yet determined. I knew if I refused, he was prepared to make me stay and talk. I could see that undercurrent of desire already beginning to fill his eyes and he was blinking, trying to keep it at bay. I sensed a familiar pooling of irresistible attraction to him, that desire that always had me ready to open my legs wide for him. He leaned in for a tentative, exploratory kiss, then wiped my tears with his thumb. He kissed me again, deeper this time; twirling his tongue with mine and sucking gently on my bottom lip. In that moment, I knew we wouldn’t be able to resist one another. We’d been apart for six weeks and our lust for each other was uncontrollable.

  He opened the single button on my jacket with one hand, while maintaining a grip around my waist with the other, watching carefully for my reaction. It was as though he were afraid I'd flee from him at any moment. He fumbled with the tiny buttons of my blouse for a few seconds before just impatiently ripping it open, scattering all the buttons across the floor making me gasp. The last of my reservations melted away as my skirt was unzipped and dropped to my feet. The time apart had done nothing to quench our desire for one another. I was as desperate for him as he was for me.

  I pulled his white T-shirt over his head, exposing his well sculpted torso and tightly laced abs. He was leaner and more defined than I remembered, with slabs of muscle criss-crossing his body. His jeans were low on his waist, exposing the delectable V taper down towards his groin. I was standing there in my La Perla white bra and lacy panties, wearing my red heels, as he kissed me while his trembling hands roamed restlessly all over my body, skimming over my round butt. I could tell he was nervous and didn't want to leave any part of my body untouched. He quickly swung me up into his arms and carried me through the condo to a bedroom with beautiful views of Beverly Hills. He laid me on the bed and made quick work of my bra and panties; then stood up admiring the view of me laying there, waiting for him to come to me.

  "You are so beautiful,” he whispered. I bit my lip nervously, unable and unwilling to stop what was about to happen.

  Keep those heels on," he commanded as he stripped off his shoes and jeans. His cock was as beautiful as I remembered, stiff and thick. He straddled over me on the bed.

  "Did you miss this, baby?" He asked, stroking his cock up and down with one hand.

  "Yes." My voice was needy and frantic with excitement as I watched him pleasure himself. He lay back on the bed facing up,
his long, thick cock pointing upwards to his navel.

  "Come baby, sit on my face and suck me off," he commanded pulling me to him.

  His crude request sent erotic ripples through my core, heightening my need for him, and I carefully straddled his face making sure my heels didn’t spike him. Before I was into position he grabbed my ass forcefully and pulled my clit onto his waiting tongue. The sudden onslaught of his mouth and warm tongue had me crying out with pleasure. He was relentless in his assault, spearing my narrow opening, repeatedly then running his tongue back and forth over my swollen clit.

  "Baby, I've been dreaming about this large clit for weeks. You’ve denied me for so long." He was sucking and licking and eating at me with voraciousness and a hunger I’d never seen before; it was almost too much intensity for me to absorb. I looked down at him and watched while his pale lips ate at my dark lips with ruthless ferocity.

  "Please, Jonathan don't stop," I begged.

  He pushed my head down towards his throbbing cock. The tip was glistening with pre-cum and I quickly lapped it up enjoying his unique taste; I’d missed this. Gripping his cock with both hands, I took the large purple head into my mouth and began to lick and suck frantically. He was breathing in warm bursts on my sex while he paused to contain himself for a few moments. He spread my thighs wider, tongue fucking more deeply and then moving his tongue to the sensitive area between my sex and my ass then back to my clit, rolling and circling with his gifted tongue. I twisted my tongue gently into the tip of his cock and was rewarded with more pre-cum oozing for me to quickly lap up. I rolled his dick on my cheek enjoying the sheer size of it, rubbing it gently and rapidly on my tongue before swallowing it as far down my throat as I could manage. He thickened and swelled, then he began to fuck up into my mouth spurting long, thick, streams of cum down my throat.

  The sudden burst took me by surprise yet I kept swallowing hard and not a drop was wasted. He was groaning erotically, his entire mouth covering my sex, sending vibrations traveling down my thighs. His orgasm had me racing for mine and I began to move my hips in a circular motion, riding his tongue and changing angles to put pressure exactly where I wanted it. Suddenly he grabbed my ass and put constant suction directly on my clit and I felt a zap sending a jolt of electricity straight through my clit and into my core. He kept sucking until I'd stopped moving, the climax leaving me breathless and weak. I climbed off him onto the bed, trying desperately to catch my breath.