Chapter 9

Chelsea: Meeting The Rest of the Crew

As I showered myself quickly, guilt fell on my shoulders and made me hunch over. Two dicks in less than twenty-four hours. What on earth was I doing? I thought. I had to get myself together. Then my cellphone rang. I didn’t answer of course. I saw a call from one of my girlfriends Lisa.

She left a message. I listened, “Hey sis, how are you? I was just checking on you because someone said they saw some chick leaving your apartment last night, call me.”

My neck got hot. So, he didn’t give a fuck. He was already doing other women in the apartment. Shit, he was doing that before I left. I don’t know why I was surprised. The guilt I felt quickly vanished. A sly grin appeared on my face. Okay, sir, you have your fun and I’ll have mine, I thought.

I got dressed into a pair of black and gray tie-die high-waisted leggings with a red sports bra and some white sneakers. I slicked my hair back to show off my amazing high cheekbones and smile. I stepped outside and saw Stefano.

He was so fucking hot. His skin had this dark tint to it. He had these deep-set blue eyes and jet-black hair. He told me his mother was Greek and his father was Italian. He was all kinds of fine with muscles everywhere and he was blessed.

I approached him. We walked and chatted as we headed to the main house down the path and through the woods.

The house was beautiful. It looked so, Auntie Nina. With beautiful large windows, the décor outside was fun and festive with palm trees, colorful flowers, tiki torches, fire pits, and multiple seating areas. Stefano opened the door, “After you,” he said.

We walked inside. It was quiet. The main room looked like a movie theater. “This is where we have movie nights. The next room looked more like a living room with a sofa and some recliners. The kitchen was to the left with the patio door that led to another sitting area before the deck with a pool.

He walked to the huge double-door stainless steel refrigerator, opened it, and pulled out eggs, sausage, fruit, veggies, and pancake mix. “You can cut the fruit and veggies. I’ll make the eggs with sausage and potatoes. We can both do the pancakes.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I replied as I washed off the fruit he gave me to cut to make fruit salad. I had successfully placed my beautiful fruit salad with two options. The first was the melon medley which was a mixture of cantaloupe, watermelon, and honeydew and there was the citrus delight which was strawberry, pineapple, and kiwi.

I placed them on the island countertop, set out some plates, utensils, cups, fresh water, and juice and the coffee was brewing.

The kitchen smelled wonderful as the aroma of the eggs and sausage filled the room. I helped make the pancakes. He mixed the ingredients and I poured the batter onto the griddle. He touched my nose playfully placing batter on it. I wiped it off.

“I see you’ve met Stefano,” a familiar voice sounded.

I looked up and saw Justin wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. I suddenly had a flashback of us together. I blushed. He smiled, “Good morning, Chelsea,” he said as he kissed my cheek.

“Good morning. I was helping Stefano.”

He smiled. “Did you join Stefano for a run?”

I blushed, “yeah.”

Stefano nudged me, “She asked me to be her trainer. I’ll be working her out every morning.” He grinned.

Justin chuckled, “It’s fine. When she’s done working out with you if she needs more, she knows where to find me.”

“She won’t need you,” he pushed him playfully, “once she’s with me.”

He laughed.