Chapter 13

It was hump day. Jess called me first thing in the morning as I sat in the hospital waiting for Nana to finish her treatment. Her voice shrieked through the phone, “Did they call you?” she asked.

“Who,” I asked as I stood and went to an area where I could speak without disturbing anyone.

“I got the job. I start next week.”

My phone rang with a number, “Someone is calling me now, maybe it’s them. Let me answer,” I said. I placed her on hold and answered. It was the company offering me a job in their accounting department.

They asked me when I could start. I told them in April. At first, they were hesitant but stated it was fine. I explained I was scheduled to be out of town at the end of March. Finally, I was welcomed into their company and informed more information would follow in the days to come.

I went back to Jess and we both beamed with joy. She could finally help with paying her half of the bills staying with Donovan. Since he was divorced, he had to get a place of his own and wanted a roommate to help give him a little wiggle room with paying bills.

And I had backup just in case my services would no longer be needed. I was enjoying living in the moment but with each day that passed, reality set in and I had to think about the future.

It was hard to leave Nana behind but she was in excellent hands. Nurses, doctors, staff, and a long-time family friend that was like a sister to Raymond watched over his mother and had instructions to contact him if anything happened.

We arrived on the private island which had a limited amount of beach homes, a resort, and some restaurants and places to shop. Raymond said he hired a chef that would cook for us while we were there.

The apartment was to die for. It had direct access to the beach via the patio which also had a pool and a nice sitting area. The main bedroom had a balcony where we could sit and enjoy the view and other things. He smiled when he saw me standing on the balcony, “I thought you might like this part of the house.”

I grinned and kissed his mouth, “It’s my favorite part.” He turned and pressed me against the wall. His hand went under my floral print dress. The tip of his finger danced across my gem as he gave me the gaze. Tiny circles made my knees weak. I didn’t grab his hand although I wanted to. I wanted to control my orgasm but he was so good at getting me off.

It was as if the minute his hand touched me my body became overly excited and was ready to go into automatic vibrations. I slowed my breath and closed my eyes. I imagined the beautiful sea ahead. I could see its turquoise hue as it sparkled from the sun’s glorious rays. I was on my toes, my calves flexed, my heart raced, and there was no way I could hold it any longer.

My eyes popped open and I saw him smiling as my pussy flooded his hand. His lips pressed against mine, my right leg lifted and he penetrated my pleasure spot and fucked me fast until he erupted. “I have a surprise for you tonight,” he said to me sweetly before pulling out of my messy cunt.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, “Really?”

He smiled, “You’ll love it.”

I smiled, “I’m sure I will.”

Lunch was on the patio, and the conch salad was light and refreshing. The rum was chilled. We got drunk off a whole bottle. We stumbled down the stairs which lead through a series of trees along a path to the beach.

We played in the water like teenagers in love. He lifted me with ease and walked me out waist-deep in the crystal-clear water. He baptized me and then himself. His hands touched my face, “I could stay here forever with you like this,” he confessed.

It was a lovely idea. One I welcomed but one we both knew was not realistic. We kissed as the sun’s rays kissed our skin.

After enjoying a day on the beach, Ray wanted to head back to the beach house for a nap. So, we walked back. we both took a shower and he fell asleep.

Once I heard his soft snore, I left the bed and went to the beach house where Derrick was waiting for me. I was glad he could come for a few days. He planned to stay Friday through Monday morning.

As soon as I knocked on the door, he pulled me inside and kissed me. He spun me around and lifted the dress I wore and pressed his way inside. His hand was on my neck gently as he stroked from behind. My left hand touched his head. He spoke to me sweetly, “I love you, Ashanti.”

“I love you too babe.”

He worked quickly. My center was throbbing. It quaked. It pulsated and then it creamed, “Ughhhh,” I gasped. He pulled out and I turned to him. He lifted me in his arms and bounced me on his magnificent cock until he exploded inside of me.

We were humming in delight as he held me pumping me full of his DNA. I felt my feet touching the floor. “I hate that I have to let you leave so soon.”

I touched his face, “I know. I wish I could stay but I have to leave.” I kissed his mouth and left.

I made it back to the room before Ray woke up. I was in the kitchen speaking with the chef Damian when Ray walked in. He kissed the back of my neck and said, “it smells wonderful in here.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Damian as he poured Ray a drink called a “gully.” I was already halfway finished when he topped me off.

Ray sipped it and smiled, “That’s good stuff.” He looked at me, “Did you enjoy your walk?”

My heart thumped, “Uh yes.”

“I woke up to use the restroom and didn’t see you earlier. I assumed you went exploring.

I nodded, “Yes, you know me so well.”

He kissed my mouth and said, “I hope you don’t mind; Damian will be joining us this evening for dinner.”

“Of course not, the more the merrier.”

He moved back a ringlet of hair so he could better see my face, “Damian this woman has done wonders for my spirit. If I could bottle up this feeling and sell it, I’d make millions.”

I blushed, “You’re sweet.”

“I mean it.”

The three of us headed outside and had dinner on the patio. There was some music playing outdoors from the locals on the beach having a good time. Damian smiled, “I love my island but I can’t wait to go to the states in a few months.”

“That’s nice, is it for vacation?” I asked.

“I was offered a job, the best one yet. Head chef at a restaurant in a new shopping center where I can cook all the Bahamian-style food I love.”

“That’s amazing.”

“Yes, thanks to Raymond, here, he’s giving me a chance to do something great.”

I tapped Ray’s thigh, “That’s great, babe. So nice of you.”

“Damian and I have been friends for years. My late wife and I met him years ago when we first visited Nassau. I took one bite of his food and knew I had to get him out of that little spot he was in. I had a friend that was buying property here and needed a private chef to work this island, I passed on Damian’s information and the rest, as they say, is history.”