My alarm scares me out of my sleep early Monday morning. I smack the snooze button. Fifteen minutes later, it goes off again, but this time, instead of hitting snooze, I turn it off. Lying still and mentally getting dressed causes me to drift for another five minutes. The alarm rings on my phone. I turn it off and jump up and go to the shower.
Afterwards, my body is fully refreshed and wide awake. My bathrobe clings to my smooth skin as I make my way to the closet. The meeting with Victor is today, so I plan to wear something as less sexy as possible. There’s no need in him getting any bright ideas.
Standing in the walk-in closet, I skim the many pants suits until the white double breasted, slim fit Express suit catches my eye. I pull a hot pink blouse out to add a splash of color, along with my most comfortable pair of shoes; a black pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps.
Once dressed, I go into the main house for breakfast. Upon my arrival, my mother and Sam are finishing up their food. I place my purse and briefcase in a chair at the table and make myself a plate of food. Lucia has cooked eggs, waffles, bacon, sausage, grits, fresh fruit, and oatmeal. A piece of bacon, some eggs, and fruit is all my stomach needs to make it until lunch.
Taking a seat, my mother looks me up and down a few times and says, “You look nice. Simple, but classy and nice.” I thank her and ask Lucia if she could call and have a car pulled out front for me. I continue eating eat my breakfast without uttering another word.
“So you’re driving yourself today, huh?” my mother asks as she cleans her and Sam’s plates from the table.
“Yes. I know where I’m going, so no need in being lazy.” My reply is sarcastic.
Lucia adds her input from the other side of the kitchen. “Well, make sure you careful,”
“Always.” We glance at each other and both wink.
“Here you two go.” My mother rolls her eyes in the back of her head. “I promise you two make me wonder. Well, we already know about you, Serenity,” she adds.
She has some nerve. How dare she judge me with all the secrets she has in her closet? And not only that, but she isn’t and apparently hasn’t been being careful while doing it. She may be in her prime and want to have fun, but whatever happened to using precautions while doing so.
Bravery comes over me after my thoughts, and before I know it, I open my mouth and allow the truth to come out, “Well, at least she’s the only—”
“Car ready, Serenity.” Lucia interrupts. She knew I was about to tear my mother a new asshole.
My mother comes so close it makes me uncomfortable. “What is it you were about to say?”
My immediate instinct is to ignore her as I pop a grape in my mouth, pick up my briefcase and purse, and make my way out of the kitchen. My shoulder brushes against her. “Have a wonderful day, Mother.”
Her and her ignorance will not drain all of my pleasant mood this early in the morning. She’s not worth it because she’ll end up with hurt feelings. On my way out, Lucia stops me and hands me a lunch bag and kisses me on the cheek, just like she did when I would leave for school as an adolescent girl. The black 2006 Mercedes-Benz e320 awaits me when I exit the front door. The driver’s seat embraces me, and my purse, briefcase, and lunch bag fill the front passenger seat.
The morning has gone by quickly and I’ve lost track of time. A knock at the door forces me to look up. It’s Fernando, standing with Victor behind him. “Did you forget about your one o’clock meeting, Serenity?” Fernando asks.
“Um, no. Come in, Victor.” I say standing and still writing. Once I complete my notes, I close my planner and walk to the door.
“Thanks, Fernando,” Victor tells him as he enters my office. “Afternoon, Serenity.” Fernando stands in the doorway being nosy as usual. I’ve learned in just a few days to never tell him any business I don’t want anyone else to know.
“Thank you, Fernando.” Irony is used to shoo him off. I greet Victor, extending my hand. “Mr. White.”
“Serenity.” His handshake is firm and embracive.
“It’s Mel—” I stop myself, remembering that he knows me by Serenity and not Melody, and take my seat.
“It’s what?” Victor takes a seat across from me in his casual pants, V-neck t-shirt, and blazer.
“Um. Never mind.”
“Never mind then. Have you looked over my accounts?” He gets right to business.
I’m upset I lost track of time because I’m starving and my stomach is speaking for me. I slide his file in front of me, open it and reply, “Yes, I have. After reviewing everything, I see you only have one investment, and that’s with Sam’s so-called business. Invest in a couple more companies for security. You always want to have options in everything you do, especially with finances. You should give a retirement plan some thought. Our bank offers—”
“Wow! You are good!”
His interruption confuses me. “Excuse me?”
“Felicia said you would be a good banker for me. She said you would be more attentive to my needs… as it relates to my accounts. Very impressive so far,” he informs me.
“Why, thank you. I’m only doing my job. May I finish now?”
“Oh yes! I’m sorry. Finish.” Before I can say another word verbally, my stomach speaks again. “Hungry?” he asks.
I reply, “No, I’m fine.” My stomach growls again.
“Are you sure?”
Giving in, I respond by saying, “I lost track of time and didn’t have time to eat my lunch. I’ll grab a bite once we’re done here.”
“I could use a bite myself. You want to postpone this meeting for about an hour and we finish it over lunch? I won’t hurt you. We can go get food and I’ll bring you right back.”
I am starving. “Food would be nice as long as you promise to keep it professional.” I slide the file in the inside pocket of my briefcase. I’m only going because I’m starving and I don’t want the leftovers Lucia packed. I know that’s what they are, my thoughts convince me. A headache suddenly comes over me and I take it as a sign that I need food.
I stand and walk to my closet to retrieve my purse and he stands, “I always keep my meetings professional. Nice Manolo’s,” he points out.
What does he know about Manolo? “Thank you. I see someone knows their fashion.”
“Well, when you have women that get with you for what you have, you learn quickly,” he retorts back.
“Must be nice.” His eyes follow my every stride as I walk to the door.
“Ladies first.”
As I pass him, I become captured by his scent. His sexiness is more revealing now than previous times. He’s fine and sexy, and I did not understand. He stands about five to six inches over me and that alone is a turn on. Victor has jet black silky hair with big curls, and his skin is dark and flawless. They tapered his hair on the sides and back, and his sideburns connect to his goatee and mustache. His eyes are hypnotizing The color of them sucks you in like the watering of a rosebush.
A wave of electricity hits me. One that is familiar, but five times stronger. I flinch and damn near drop everything I have in my hands.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he places his hand on the small of my back to make sure I don’t fall.
“I am. I think I shocked myself.” We continue to the elevator.
He finally removes his hand from my back and pushes the down button. As we stand waiting, nosy ass Fernando suddenly appears. “Going somewhere, Serenity?”
“Yes, Fernando. I’m going to discuss Mr. White’s accounts over lunch. Would you like to join us?” My question is serious, but only to test him, hoping he declines the invite.
“No, not today. Lucky for me I’ve eaten already,” he says. He then continues with, “Keep your paws off her, Victor. You know you’re known to have a reputation around here.” Just as the elevator arrives, Fernando twirls on his heels and disappears.
Victor allows me to get on the elevator first before he joins me. He reaches across me to press the “L” button and his scent captures me again, taking me away like Calgon. The ride down is silent. It seems as if the elevator is stopping at every floor. Other workers get on, but then get off two floors after, leaving Victor and me alone, mostly. Finally, I think to myself as we reach the lobby. Victor, being the gentlemen he portrays to be, holds the open button to allow me off first. As we walk through the lobby of the bank, all eyes are on us. Noticing how some tellers are whispering to each other and then looking at us makes my stride sexier than normal. Since they want to talk, I’ll give them something to talk about.
We reach the valet, and Victor’s parked car sits ready and waiting. “Here are your keys, Mr. White. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Thanks, my man! Did you take care of my number one girl?” Victor says to the youthful man that works for the valet.
“I did as best I could, Sir,” he replies in a playful tone as Victor gives him a high five, passing him his tip.
He opens my door and I sit like a lady, and swing my legs around in the jet black Porsche, with leather interior and wood-grain dashboard. You can tell they have customized it to fit him because his long legs have the perfect amount of space between them and the stirring wheel. “Nice car,” I say to him as stretches in on his side, turn the ignition, give it a little gas, brake, then hits the gas so hard, I jerk. He pulls from the front of the building onto 3rd Avenue. I reach for my seatbelt.
“Thank you. She’s my favorite of all the vehicles I own.” He switches into second gear.
“How many do you own,” I inquire out of curiosity.
“Two sports cars, one sedan, one boat, and two motorcycles.”
“Wow!” I’m amazed.
“Enough about me. What do you have a taste for?”
“I’ll allow you to pick, as long as it’s not sushi.”
“Cool! Care for some music?”
“Sure! What do you have?”
“Just a little mixed CD one of my DJ buddies made for me.” Victor presses play on his CD player. “Umbrella” by Rihanna seeps through the speakers, not too loud and not too low, but just right.
“Wonderful choice,” I tell him and then mumble along with the lyrics. As we ride, my thoughts wonder… I sure hope he doesn’t start asking questions about why I’ve rejected him so many times and keep this lunch date professional like he promised. He’s fine and successful and to be honest, I don’t know why I rejected both times. I’d already told myself that I needed a safe-haven from Carmen, and he would be the perfect heaven, I mean haven. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. I must remember that my focus should be on me and not a piece of meat, because that’s all he would be good for. But my goodness, is he a fine piece of meat!
We turn onto Lincoln Road and he pulls up at one of my favorite Italian restaurants; Quattro. “Good pick.” I tell him.
“Are you referring to yourself or the restaurant?” I’m flattered by his flirting.
“Professional,” I remind him.
“Indeed.” He steps out the car, comes to my side, and opens the door.
“Thank you, Mr. White.”
“Please, call me Victor. I think we’re at that point since you’ve already dismissed me twice and not returned my phone calls or text messages.”
“Professional, Victor,” I remind him again.
We walk in and the host seats us immediately, which is a first for this high profile restaurant. They seat us at a square table close to the window, pour our waters, and fill our wine glasses with an expensive merlot: Graf de la Toure, Villa Russiz. I’m not a fan of merlot because of its bitterness, but I won’t mention that to him. I ask the waitress for my usual glass of water with no ice and lemons, and she immediately returns with it.
“Have you been here before?” he asks me.
“Yes, it’s my favorite Italian restaurant. My family used to come here often.”
“So, you know what you want?”
“That I do. What about you?” The waitress remains and is ready to take our order.
Victor looks up from the menu, “I’ll have the Inslata Di Bianco Di Pollo E Pomodorini Pachino Al Balsamico—oven roasted, diced chicken breast and mesolum greens, with cherry tomatoes, shaved parmesan and balsamic vinaigrette.”
“I’ll have the Insalata Di Granchio Mais Pomodorini Pachino E Soncino—jumbo lump crabmeat salad with corn, diced tomatoes and mocha greens—light on the corn please, and last, can you bring some balsamic vinaigrette and fresh torn basil on the side?” Victor’s glare is making me hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July. The waitress takes our menus and leave.
While waiting for our food, we review his accounts and some other possible legitimate companies for investment. He pays close attention and compliments me in between phrases. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t make me feel some way—it may turn me on—but I’m trying my best to not make it so obvious. The only way I’ll get some breathable air, and not his air, is to excuse myself to the restroom. I place his files back in my briefcase and slide it under the table. He comes around and pulls my chair out as I pick up my purse and walk off, trying not to look back to see if he’s watching.
I go in the restroom and handle my business. Victor is leaning on the sink when I exit the stall. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’ve been on my mind since the day I saw you at the airport and you know what they say, ‘Good things come in threes.’ Seeing you in Felicia’s office was the third time you’d crossed my path. I refuse to let you continuously walk out of my life.”
“Professional,” I remind him for the third time as I wash my hands at the sink next to him.
“You know you want me, Serenity,” he says with a little more confidence than I like. He shouldn’t be so bold.
“Let’s not forget who the irresistible one is here, Victor,” I respond with just as much confidence. “It’s something I get from others often. The compliment of being irresistible that is.”
He’s now standing behind me and I can feel his penis pulsating through his pants. He feels so good; it paralyzes my body. He cups my breast, one in each hand, and caresses them aggressively. Aggression is not my thing, but I’m turned on by his. He then gently kisses the back of my neck and drifts to my ear. “Professional,” I whisper out of breath. My heart rate speeds up and my knees buckle. He turns me around, takes my blazer off, undoes my shirt, then pants, and pulls them down. Victor sits me on the sink and falls to his knees like a lion as my cookie becomes his prey. His thick, wet tongue moves in and out, around and around, then in and out again. I moan, “Professional,” as he continues to lick me down low. He grips my clit in between his lips and takes his forefinger and gently slides it into my now wet vagina. As he slowly penetrates me with his finger, my muscles tighten up in my stomach. I move to the beat of his drum and beg him not to stop. My body speeds up and just as I’m ready to cum, he stops. He slowly stands to his feet and sucks the finger he penetrated me with.
“Mm. Damn you taste good. Better than I expected,” he tells me as he places that same finger in my mouth. “Taste,” he says.
His finger feels my mouth with a sweet taste and I’m now turned on more. He undoes his pants and teases my button with the head of his penis. My eyes fall to his manhood… Holy fuck! Where does he think he’s about to put that thing! It hangs beneath him like a horse’s penis and I know I can’t take all that! He must read my mind because I hear him say, “Relax, I won’t hurt you.” He teases me with the head again, making my cookie wetter than I can ever recall. No one has made me feel the way this man is making me feel, not even Carmen. He continues teasing me as he barely places the head in my vagina. He kisses me slow and passionate. His words are comforting as he pulls me to the edge of the sink. My body relaxes and he slowly and gently pushes his Mandingo inside me. I let out a moan so loud, I scare myself. “Relax,” he says. My mind and body both relax. He stands straight up, still inside me, not moving, just staring into my eyes. “Gosh, you’re so beautiful. You feel so good, I don’t want to move.”
“Please move,” I beg.
“You want me to remove him or move him?” he teases.
“I want you to move him.” I move my hips slowly back and forth. “Please move,” I beg some more.
His movement matches my slow rhythm. He pulls my hips closer to him and leans my upper body back so that my head is resting on the mirror. My fingers run through his hair. It feels so good. “Stop moving,” he says as he pulls all the way out slowly and then pushes all the way in even slower. With every complete entrance, his manhood reaches my stomach and causes me to let out a wail. It’s not a painful feeling, but more like a pleasurable feeling. I can’t help but move after he does that three times and he begs, “PLEEAASSEE. Don’t move.” Disobeying his plea, my hips rotate in circular motions when he pushes all the way in. “Please stop. You will make me want to fuck you,” he breathes in my ear.
“Fuck me, Victor,” I whisper back.
“You’re too beautiful to get fucked. Plus, I want to enjoy every second of this.”
“Please fuck me.” My body matches my plea as I pick up the pace.
“Please be still Serenity.” I’m driving him crazy as he grips my hips trying to hold me still.
“Mr. White,” I mumble in his mouth as he kisses me.
“Yes, Ms. Moore?”
“Please fuck me right… now.”
Victor then pulls all the way out, stops kissing me, stares at me while holding my hips in place, and then thrusts inside of me, catching me off guard and causing me to scream. He does it again… and again… and again until I beg him to stop. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck you?” He does it repeatedly. This time, when he does it, he stays inside of me and moves my hips back and forth in a fast pace while he remains still. My body tenses and then releases as I cum all around his Mandingo. He lets out a soft scream and says, “Damn, you can’t be clinching my dick like that, woman. I’m not ready to cum yet.” No sooner as he says that, there’s a knock at the bathroom door. He pulls out and says, “Professional.”
BOMP! BOMP! BOMP! My alarm buzzes so loud, not only does it wake me, but causes me to damn near pee my panties… or cum. I then realize it was only a dream. Why am I dreaming about him when I know nothing about him, except he’s a fine piece of art with lots of money?