Chapter 17

May had arrived. Susan was still at Ray’s house and so was his brother which meant, I was still at the apartment.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning when I sat out on the balcony watching the waves crash against the shore when the sliding door opened and Ray joined me, “There you are beautiful,” he said as he reached for my hand.

I rose to my feet and looked into his eyes. His lips pressed onto mine. I felt his tongue slip past my teeth. His hand slipped into my semi-opened robe. After a few seconds, I was humming and moaning sweetly. I couldn’t stay mad at him. Hours before standing on that balcony with his fingers in my wet center, we had had a heated argument about him giving his brother a job at the restaurant where I worked.

He couldn’t understand why it made me so angry. And I couldn’t state the reason. I knew Jeremy only wanted to harass me.

I held on tightly to Ray’s strong shoulders and gasped as my pussy flooded his hand. He lifted my leg and pressed his fullness into me. I felt every ridge of the enlarged veins that ran along his shaft. “You still love me?” he asked as if he already knew the answer.

“Yes, Ray, I love you!” My voice cracked as it went up an octave.

As he stroked my pussy to sweet perfection, I was locked into his gaze. The sun’s magnificent rays hit his skin just right giving him an almost godlike glow. I realized at that moment there was no turning back. This man had me and not just sexually. I felt a connection to him spiritually. His essence was engraved into my soul. This was the kind of love my mother warned me about and the kind of love my grandma admired. Isn’t funny how two people can see and experience the same thing yet have different perspectives about it?

My head tilted back as I cussed. He pulled me even closer; we kissed as his throbbing cock unloaded so much cum that it leaked down my inner thigh.

The sheer look of satisfaction on my face and the kiss let him know that I wasn’t mad anymore. I only hoped Jeremy would leave me in peace. But something within me felt like he was going to be up to some she-fuckery and foolishness.

Ray pulled out and kissed me once more before heading inside the apartment.

Before Ray left, he confirmed that we’d be having drinks at Damian & Gracie’s place. Since we had such a great time the night of the grand opening, we made it a biweekly occurrence. As I lay in bed waiting, I heard the door open. Moments later, he arrived as he normally would.

Instantly, he came out of his clothes and joined me under the sheets. On our right sides, we lay. My hand touched the side of his handsome face as I looked back. This was our ritual at least three times a week. Even though I knew his uncle was onto our behavior, I could stop being with Derrick.

Jeremy had not confronted anyone but me with his anger. He admonished me at every chance he got. I often wondered if he was upset that I wouldn’t fuck him too. As handsome as he was, his disposition and mean spirit turned me off. It made my pussy dry up like the Sahara. I liked a man that was confident in his masculinity. A man that displayed his essence in a nontoxic unthreatening way.

As Derrick delighted in me and I in him, he said to me, “I miss you being at the house.”

“I know. I miss seeing you every day.”

Our lips pressed together. His tongue was sweet. I felt my center sloppy wet. Twice in one morning by both Foss men. It was a beautiful start to my day. Slowly I felt his cock shrinking in my pussy until my walls could no longer hold him within.

He smiled, “I love you, babe.”

We lay and chatted until it was time for me to get ready for work. Saturdays were typically busy. There was the lunch rush and the Saturday night live band. The place had turned into a hot spot.

After Derrick left, I was ready to head out. I liked the fact that I could be dressy and sexy at work. I wore a pair of coffee brown slacks a white halter with a sleeveless vest on top and my gold heels. I placed a pair of oversized glasses on my face and walked with purpose to my new car.

I had given Ray back the car he lent me and purchased a new car. He wanted to buy me a car but I wanted to prove to his annoying siblings that I wasn’t out for his money. I was a hardworking woman and I was with Ray because I wanted him.

I hit the button on the car to open the door to my black Nissan Murano. I opened the door and got behind the wheel. The engine started; the music played a nice romantic rhythm and blues. I sang along as I headed to work.

I was usually the first to arrive but that day, I saw Donovan’s car parked in the back where management typically parked. I entered through the rear door and walked to the office where I saw him on his laptop, “Good morning, Donovan,” I said as I strolled to my desk on the opposite side of the room.

He scanned me, “You look amazing as always. I’d like to think you come dressed up for me but I’m sure that’s not the case.”

I chuckled, “I like feeling powerful and sexy. I do appreciate the compliments, so keep ‘em coming,” I joked.

He smiled, “Yes ma’am. Donovan Douglas is on compliment duty from here on out.” He rose from his seat and stretched, “Ray said his brother was joining the team. What exactly is his background in restaurant management?”

“Ha, none. He worked as a used car salesman up until he came here for a visit.”

Jeremy Foss. The middle child. Divorced after twenty years of marriage, one son lived in California attending a performing arts school. Jeremy had attempted to attend school to become a doctor but abandoned the idea to go into a solar panel business with two people. The company folded after a year. Since then, he’d been selling cars at a dealership. But at the present moment, he was working on my last nerve.

Donovan shrugged, “Maybe we can put him in charge of supplies or—”

“I was thinking something more low key ... like managing the staff’s schedule.”