Friday, December 22, 2006
9:10am
Almost two weeks have gone by since mine and Victor’s bathroom sexcapade, and I’ve been ignoring and avoiding him well. Although he’s kept me turned on from every aspect, I like the mental game I’m playing with him much better. That’ll teach his egotistical ass. I find it humorous how every time I ignore him; he shows up at my office, and when he does, I make it my business to be on my way out. Most of the time, I’m not going anywhere, but I find somewhere to go. He’s been texting my phone like crazy and I must admit that I like it. I guess I am irresistible.
It’s three days before Christmas and I have done none of my shopping, so instead of scheduling myself for any work this week, I shop. I even gave my new assistant, Savannah, the week off. The week off at the office, that is. She’s so good in the office that I’ve hired her to be my personal assistant. Fernando didn’t like that idea. Savannah doesn’t invade my space the way Fernando does, or did. I’m glad Felicia moved him closer to her and gave him his own little mini office. This way, when Victor pop’s up, he’s unaware. Knowing him, he probably knows.
Lucia loves Savannah and mother tries to use her for herself. My clientele has picked up so much over the past week that I need her more so now than I did when I initially hired her two weeks ago. Mother didn’t realize how much personal assistants came in handy until she saw how much easier and organized Savannah has made my life. She also keeps my schedule busy—upon my request — to keep my mind occupied so that my thoughts don’t consume of Carmen or Victor. I know, I know; I vowed to not think about Carmen at all, but I’m only human.
Mother has said nothing about her test results to neither me nor Lucia, but we know she got them because Raven called me and told me she told her and the doc she’s been aware of her disease for many years. She hasn’t been acting any differently either. It makes me question if anything will ever change her, which is sad. You would think if an individual was going through something so life-threatening, it would make them want to do right. Not my mother, though. The only person she’s been nice to, is Sam. I don’t get it. The one person who treats her like shit is the one person she treats with the utmost respect. That confirms she doesn’t have much respect for herself, let alone me or Lucia. We try not to get in her way because we want nothing to set her off. Our annual New Year’s Eve All White Party is approaching, and I can only imagine how it will go since he’s moved in. He’ll probably invite all of his friends and brag on how he did everything, knowing good and damn well he will do nothing. I can’t stand to hear his name some times… most of the time. I only respect him because I respect my mother, no matter how much she doesn’t respect me, and he’s her boyfriend. And the respect I have for her is dwindling because I see now how she doesn’t respect herself.
“Breakfast ready, Serenity,” I hear Lucia say over the intercom. I close my journal and make my way to the main house. When I get there, at the kitchen table is Savannah, my mother, Sam, and Victor. VICTOR! What the fuck! I can’t let him see me like this! No wonder Lucia referred to me by name instead of baby or darling. I spin to go back to the pool house, but I get noticed before I make it all the way out the door.
“Serenity, darling,” my mother calls out.
I turn around slowly to find all eyes, except for Lucia’s, on me. “Yes, Mother.”
“Come eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
Embarrassed, I walk to the table and take the only empty seat that has plating on it, which is next to Victor. I slide down in the chair with my yellow and white pajama pants and tank top on. “Good morning, everyone,” I say out of respect and in a low tone.
“You remember Victor, don’t you?” my mother asks.
“She does. She’s my personal banker,” he answers for me.
“Oh! You didn’t tell me that,” my mother teases.
“Yes, Mother,” I say in frustration. I don’t recall telling you too much of anything now a day, I think to myself as Lucia sits my plate of favorites in front of me: bacon, eggs, rice, potatoes, and a bagel.
I eat slowly and in silence as my mother, Sam, and Victor talk about their recent business venture. Once I’m done, I excuse myself, letting Savannah know I’ll be dressed in about an hour and we can then leave for our day of shopping.
“Why don’t you let Savannah have the week off and you and I do some shopping together?” my mother asks.
“Because that’ll prevent me from getting the gifts I have for you, Mother.”
“I can take you shopping,” Victor chimes in.
“That’ll be a magnificent idea,” my mother says, clapping her hands. “Then maybe I can borrow Savannah for the day.”
“No, I’m fine. You can borrow Savannah and I can go shopping alone.” I’d rather go alone than go with Victor. Who knows what he has up his sleeve since I’ve been ignoring him.
“Nonsense! I will not have you out there alone doing any shopping. You know how crazy these fools get around the holidays. Victor will go with you and Savannah will help me for the day.” She then looks at Lucia and requests that she calls a driver to pull around front.
“I can drive us, Mrs. Moore. No need to call for one of your drivers.” Victor turns and winks.
He gets in his 2007 all white Range Rover and asks, “Where to?”
“Aventura Mall,” I tell him.
“Aventura it is.”
“Thanks,” I mutter under my breath.
“Pleasure is all mine.”
He gives his radio a little volume as we pull out the gate. “Good Life” by Kanye West flows through the speakers and I bob my head to the beat.
“What do you know about this music?” he chuckles.
“Who, Kanye? This is my jam!” I say as I sing some lyrics, “The good life, it feel like Atlanta, it feels like L.A., it feel like Miami, it feel like N.Y., summertime Chi, ah, Now throw your hands up in the sky.” I throw both hands up and Victor watches me, giggling. “What’s so funny?” I ask him.
“You.”
I put my hands down and stop singing. “Why are you laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you, per se.”
“Then what are you laughing at?”
“Nothing. I just think it’s rather cute how a suburban girl knows this song and sounds good singing slash rapping it,” he tells me. I turn to look out the window to hide my blush.
“Care to tell me why you’ve been ignoring me?” He turns the radio down.
“I haven’t been ignoring you, I’ve been busy. If I were to ignore you, you wouldn’t have your numbers. Right?”
“Well, I guess you have a valid point there. You know what I mean, though. Why have you been ignoring me on a personal level, not a business level?”
“I’ve been busy keeping your business intact,” I answer.
“Let that be the reason.”
“I will.” I reach to turn the volume back up.
Victor reaches and turns the radio off completely and asks, “Why did you leave me hanging like that?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I fib.
“I’m sure you do.”
I chuckle and then turn the radio back on. We ride the rest of the way with the music playing only. I wonder what he’s thinking. We reach the mall and it’s packed with last-minute shoppers. The first stop is the Louis Vuitton store. Victor browses while I try on two dresses for New Year’s Eve. I catch him watching me a few times, and my body becomes weak with the memory of the events from the bathroom stall two weeks ago. How does he have this effect on me? I ask myself as moisture forms between my legs.
Browsing through the dresses, Victor approaches me with one that’s extraordinarily beautiful. He presses up against me so closely that I can feel his erection and taste the sweetness of his breath. “Try this on for me,” he insists in a soft, sensual, deep, demanding voice. The dress is long-sleeved, long and white, with the entire back that drapes low and has a short tail. I take his pick, along with my two choices, and make my way to the dressing room. Victor follows behind, watching every stride.
I try my picks on first and eliminate them both, and then Victor’s pick. The jersey material clings to every curve of my body, showing my flawless shape. I turn to look at the back of the dress in the mirror and he has excellent taste. I contemplate showing him when I hear him say, “What’s taking you so long, woman? I want to see too.” His mouth drops to the floor when I step out the dressing room. Silent, he walks up to me, lifts me up off my feet, and takes me back in the changing room. My back presses against the warm wall. He places me on my feet and caress my face gently with his long, soft, slim fingers. He moves in closer and closer, and his erection has grown. He kisses my lips so gently that it causes me to let out a soft whine. Thank God it’s only us two in this fitting area. I resist his kisses because I want him to beg. The words that follow confirms that he read my mind, “I don’t beg for what I want, but I will beg for what I need.” He then turns me around and runs his fingers down my spine, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand, and then he stops at my waist. He bends my body and brings my butt into him. He grinds on me and my knees go weak. He leans me back up, kisses the back of my neck, and tells me to take the dress off. I undress slowly and seductively, allowing my breasts to fall freely. He stands against the wall observing and suddenly demands that I get dressed. He gathers the dress from my feet, says he’ll take it to the cashier, and leaves the changing room.
“What the fuck!” I say to myself, standing in nothing but my G-string.
Once I’m dressed, I leave the changing room and go to the cashier to purchase the gown. As I’m approaching the register, she’s bagging the dress. “How much do I owe you?” I ask her.
“Your total is two thousand five hundred dollars and twenty-eight cents. How will you be paying for this, Ms. Moore?”
“You can put it on my platinum account,” I tell her.
“Ma’am, it appears they have already paid the dress. A… Mr. White. Mr. Victor White.” She looks at the screen on the register again and confirms the purchase with her manager. My eyes search the store for Victor. He’s walking towards me. I turn to the cashier, get the garment bag, and turn to leave. Victor’s body stops me like a brick wall.
“Come with me,” he says as he places his hand on the small of my back—just like he did in my dream—and leads me out of the store. Instead of going to another store or him even asking if I needed to go to another store, he leads me to the parking garage.
“Are we leaving?” I inquire.
“Live a little.”
“Live a little? Well, have you know, living is what I do daily.”
“If that’s the case, stop asking so many damn questions and loosen up,” he whispers in my ear.
We get to the garage and he leads me back to his Range Rover. He takes the bag from me and hangs it in the back seat on the driver’s side. He then takes my hand and opens the back passenger door. “Get in,” he says. I obey his order. “Scoot over,” he demands. I do so, and he climbs in with me, and when he pulls his pants down, the size of his erection startles me. “Don’t be afraid, I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says as he kisses my lips after each word. He then picks me up and places me on his lap while still kissing me fervently. Once on top of him, he pulls my skirt up to my waist and moves my G-string to the side. He massages my button with his thumb while penetrating me with his two fingers. He stops and pulls me close to him so I can feel his manhood against my cookie. “Is this what you want?” he asks me. I don’t respond. He asks again and I don’t respond. I want him to beg. I attempt to move from on top of him and he grabs my hips, holding me in place. I’m getting turned on by my teasing him and seeing him so adamant to have me. “I want you, Serenity. Please don’t make me beg.”
“No,” I say to him in between me, trying to catch my breath.
“Are you telling me no?”
“No,” is all I say.
Victor lifts me up and slowly place me on his Mandingo, easing it in inch-by-inch, second-by-second. I don’t move. I allow him to do everything. Once he’s all the way in me, my body stiffens as my cookie forms perfectly around his manhood. He holds me close while kissing my neck, then down to my collarbone. Each time I purposely tighten my muscles, he moans. My muscles tighten again. “Please don’t do that,” he begs. Both our hearts speed up. While squeezing my muscles, my body moves back and forth not allowing an inch of him to escape. “Oh, my God. This is better than my dream, he says. Please, Serenity,” he whispers in my ear. He takes his hands and raises my shirt. Victor removes my bra and licks my nipples as if they’re ice cream cones. My body is weakening and I can no longer hold my strength together. I release, and he grips each of my butt cheeks and slowly moves me up and down. “Oh, Ms. Moore,” he moans. Both of our bodies move in sync and he speeds up. His kisses are becoming more passionate by the minute and my tendons tighten without intent.
“Please don’t stop,” I plead with him.
“Why not?” he asks in my mouth.
“Because I’m going to cum.”
“Tell me before you do.”
“I’m about to.” As soon as I say the words, the unthinkable happens. He stops, lifts me off him, pulls his pants up, and gets out the vehicle. His erection plunges through his pants. Son of a bitch! What the fuck? Is this supposed to be payback for me leaving him hanging in the bathroom?
He stands holding the door open and inquires, “Where to next?”