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177 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Sat Aug 29, 2009 11:37 am
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179 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Tue Sep 01, 2009 3:08 pm
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They waited until we were through the door before driving off, and I turned the locks and set the alarm.
Just then, his two-way beeped and he slid it open, shaking his head at the message. “This woman is crazy.”
“Who?” I asked.
“My Mom.”
“Oh. Did you tell her?” I questioned, unzipping his hoodie.
He pried his eyes from the screen, “tell her what?”
“About Raven and Diamond.”
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “naw.”
I looked at him, “what?”
“I didn’t have the time.”
“Spec, you had two weeks,” I spat.
He didn’t respond.
“I can’t believe you.”
He ran his hand over his braids and sighed, “look, I’ll tell them, aite?”
“When?” I questioned.
“When I find the damn time,” he bellowed. “Shit, Kiery. It’s not the easiest thing to just come out and say.”
“So how do you think it was for me to tell my parents, Spec?” I countered.
“My parents are completely different from yours. They don’t take Shit like this lightly.”
“No parent takes Shit like this lightly!” He walked around me as the words left my mouth and I turned to face him. “You’re just afraid to tell them.”
He turned around, “I know how they’re going to react. I know my parents, you don’t.”
“Either way,” I started. “What’s done is done. Raven didn’t climb on top of herself and make that fuckin’ baby. We took responsibility, now all y’all need to do the same.”
He sighed, exasperated. “I’m not arguing about this, kiery.”
“There’s nothing to argue about. Your brother very well and willingly took part in it.”
“And if your sister had just chosen to remain a virgin instead of spreading her fuckin’ legs, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks and I stood there in disbelief.
His expression changed as he realized what he had said and he moved towards me. I threw his sweater on the back of the sofa and maneuvered out of his way.
“Kiery.”
I ascended the stairs, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Kiery, baby I didn’t me-”
“Goodnight Spectacular,” I spat cutting him off.
I got upstairs and walked right into the master bathroom. Stepping out of my White Leather, Steve Madden
pumps.
I brushed my teeth, then wrapped my hair.
I turned on the shower and let it run for a while, peeling off my Black and White, Dior dress. I stepped in and slid the large, glass shower doors shut, letting the warm water run over my body. I washed off the bodily fluids from the nights previous events, and closed my eyes as I scrubbed my body with the Loofah sponge.
The shower doors opened and Spec’s muscular, six feet form, stepped in behind me. I turned around and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry,” he spoke. His voice was soft. “I shouldn’t have said that about, Raven.”
I turned around and continued to shower, “the second shower head is over there.”
Instead of moving toward it, he moved behind me. “I’m sorry, Kiery. I was out of line for saying that. I didn’t mean it.”
“Whatever, Spec.”
“I didn’t mean it,” he repeated, turning me around to face him. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I shook my head. “I just want this baby to be born into a welcoming family.”
“I know, I know,” he replied, kissing my lips. “I know.”
I turned around and he buried his face in the crook of my neck and traced my arm with his finger.
He was still on edge.
I knew this, because he always gave subtle signs. Like the ones he was giving now.
He wasn’t aware of them, but I took notice.
Wrapping his arms around me, he exhaled, “Shit.”
“What?” I asked.
“I left my Mom on the line.”
“Then go talk to her.”
“No.” He shook his head, his face still buried in my neck. “I don’t want to.”
“Then why did you call her?” I questioned.
“I didn’t, she called me.”
He inhaled and caressed my stomach, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts.
“No, Spec. I just got clean,” I spoke refusing to give into him.
“Then we’ll just get you cleaned again.”
“What? No.” I turned off the shower and moved away from him. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.”
He pulled me back and held onto my waist, whispering dirty anecdotes with his lips directly against my ear. I giggled and he wrapped his arms around me.
“What about your Mom?”
“What about her?” he asked.
“She’s still on the line.”
He cupped my breasts and kissed my shoulder. “That’s okay.”
“Spec, seriou-” I stopped talking as he kissed my neck and licked across my collarbone. I moaned softly and he turned me around to face him. His erect manhood poked my thigh.
He slid his hand in between my thighs and rubbed my clit slowly, watching as I bit down on my bottom lip. He took the clip from my hair and licked his lips as the wet curls cascaded around my face. I don’t know why, but he loved my hair in it’s natural form. I, on the other hand, preferred it straight.
He kissed my lips and I heard the faint sound of his BlackBerry ringing. It was, in no doubt, his Mother calling back.
I pulled back from his lips and he moved forward and eyed me lustfully, “let it ring.” His eyes were now glazed over and the look he had was of pure passion.
To make him wait any longer, would be torture.
I reached lower and wrapped my hand around his Dick, tugging it softly. He grunted lowly and braced his hand against the shower wall, watching me stroke him. He licked his lips and kissed my neck and I looked down and saw the pre-cum drip out of his Dick. He lifted me up and placed me against the wall, “you ready?” “Mhmm …” I placed my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around him as he smoothly inserted all of him into my slippery confines.
He groaned lowly at the tightness that was me vertically, and kissed my ear. Holding my thighs as I spread them further. The slow, strategically placed strokes of his massive organ got me going, and I dug my nails into his back. “fuck,” I muttered softly.
He reached up and palmed my breasts as he pumped all the way in then brought it back out, barely leaving the head in. He pushed himself deeper and I tilted my head back, “Mmm … right there.”
Rolling his hips, he made perfect figure eights inside of me, hitting all of my spots as I latched onto him tightly. “Spec … oh my God,” I whispered into the air.
His thrusts quickened and he breathed heavily along the crook of my neck. He bit into my skin softly and I felt the pressure start to build in my stomach. “Shit … I’m about to cum!”
He slowed his strokes and moved his face from my neck, locking his eyes with mine. “Cum for me.” His lips touched mine and as he exhaled, I inhaled his breath. He probed deeper, disappearing inside of me and I clutched at the muscles in his back, “Spec!”
He went even deeper, tapping my g-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He slowed his strokes even more and stopped. Embedded deep inside me. “Spec, please …” I muttered in a whimper.
“Shh …” he cooed, his forehead slightly touching mine. “Lemme’ take you there.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I pushed my head back and moaned, folding my lips in pure ecstasy.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
He kissed my chin and slowly brought his organ out, looking at me the entire time. “damn, you feel so good.” He pushed back in and I held him tighter.
I was so close, I could taste it.
He took my nipple in between his teeth and bit down on it gently, kissing my lips as his strokes began to speed up. The pressure in my stomach continued to build, and I began to scream his name at the top of my lungs.
“Shit,” he hissed.
The ball of heat grew, and within seconds, erupted. “Shit!” I screamed as the orgasm took over me. My body shook violently as I gripped the shower walls and he smiled as my muscles contracted around him, bringing the juices in me out.
Harder and more powerfully, he delivered more thrusts. Until my blood began to boil again.
“damn,” he growled as his Dick slid in and out of me rapidly.
My breasts bounced repeatedly upon my chest and I fastened my legs around his waist. I slid my tongue into his mouth and massaged the intoxicating ball. “fuck,” he muttered into my mouth.
The word coming from his lips made all the vulgarity about it vanish. And at times like this, I had never heard the word sound so sweet.
I released his tongue and he pumped into me aggressively, focused on making me reach my peak again.
“You see this?” he brought his hand to my stomach and pressed down on my pelvic area. He lowered my g-spot before meticulously slamming into it.
“Oh, God!” I screamed as my mind took on a series of convulsions. He pressed his soft lips against mine and bit down on my tongue - which heightened my orgasm - and I screamed into his mouth. He continued to slide in and out of me as I climaxed all over his rigid member. Leaving it covered in the frothy juices that leaked from my vaginal walls.
I kissed and sucked on his neck, trailing my tongue from his earlobe to his collarbone.
“Don’t do that Shit,” he growled huskily. “You ‘bout to make me cum.”
I smiled against his cheek as his thrusts deepened and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it. He groaned, aggravated that he was reaching his peak. “Kiery … s-stop that Shit.”
He had a concentrated look etched upon his face and I knew he was focusing on his climax, and how much he could prolong it.
As much as he enjoyed reaching his peak, he enjoyed taking me to mine even more.
Giving me multiple orgasms was his thing.
He brought his Dick all the way out and without giving me much time to figure things out, he slammed it into me. Watching as my slender, manicured hands, gripped the walls of the shower. “O!”
He reached down and grabbed my ass, pushing himself even deeper. I bit erotically into the center of my bottom lip and pulled it up and into my mouth. My eyes closed as he slowly grinded into me, and I purposely breathed slow and soft. Trying to prevent myself from releasing an ear piercing scream when I reached my peak yet again.
“Take me there,” I whispered hugging him with my head hung back towards the wall.
His hands entangled themselves into the curls of my dark brown hair and pulled softly, “you gon’ cum for me?”
“Uh huh …” I let out, licking my lips.
His fingertips grazed my scalp as he gathered a handful of my locks and he pulled harder, causing me to leak down his thighs.
“Mmm,” he groaned. “damn, Kiery.” It was taking everything in him not to cum right with me.
I flexed my vaginal muscles as my walls clamped down tightly around him and he closed his eyes. “Ahh.”
He shook his head, he was focusing on not Cumming. Taking me to my fourth orgasm was all he had on his mind.
I smiled.
Not if I could help it. I enjoyed pushing him over the edge.
I enclosed my walls even tighter around his shaft and began to bounce on him. He tightly grabbed my waist in an attempt to make me stop, and I brought his hands up to my breasts and moaned in his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe.
“Shit,” he groaned.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly slid up, still clenching my walls tightly around him. He drew in a quick breath and I released as I slid back down. I kissed his lips, “don’t fight it.”
Contracting my walls on all twelve inches, I felt his Dick pulse, and he braced his palms on the shower wall and grunted roughly as he exploded inside of me. “fuck,” he hissed as his hips bucked and pressed me against the wall. I held onto him for dear life.
His tongue found mine as his warm fluids shot through my tunnel and I released my grip on him and my legs and slid down from his waist.
He caught his breath and looked at me, shaking his head. “I swear your ass is trained how to take me there.”
Kissing him, I laughed and turned on the shower.
The faint ring of his BlackBerry seeped through the bathroom door and he sucked his teeth. It was his Mother calling, yet again.
I guess she had something important to tell him.
We got ourselves cleaned, and in the next hour and a half exited the bathroom.
I tightened the towel around my frame and sat on the bed and massaged my thighs, which were now sore. He came in with his boxers on and frowned as the device rang for what had to be the umpteenth time. “God damn, ma, I’m coming.”
He picked up and spoke into the receiving end. “I was taking care of something important.”
He smiled over at me and I shook my head and walked into my closet. “Lyin’ ass.”
I stopped as I saw the Blue gift bag in the middle of the floor, and frowned. “I know that wasn’t there when I left.”
I walked over and took the bag into my hands, peering inside. My eyes widened as it came upon a Blue, rectangular box, marked Tiffany & Co, and I got anxious -- it’s just one of those feelings a girl gets when she sees something from Tiffany.
I thought about opening the box but decided against it, and instead, brought it to Spec attention.
He hung up with his Mom and smiled at me, “open it.”
I did as I was told and sat at the edge of the bed in amazement.
The box contained a set of earrings and matching bracelets from Tiffany’s exclusive collection of Jean Schlumberger designs. With round diamonds and a platinum setting.
They were absolutely beautiful …
The bed dipped as he moved behind me and kissed my neck, “happy Thanksgiving.”
I smiled and stared down at the stunning jewelry, “nobody gives Thanksgiving presents.”
“I do.” … “Beautiful jewelry for my beautiful girl.”
As the last words escaped his lips, my smile faded and I closed the box and put it down. His brows furrowed against my neck. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t take it.”
Just then, his two-way beeped and he slid it open, shaking his head at the message. “This woman is crazy.”
“Who?” I asked.
“My Mom.”
“Oh. Did you tell her?” I questioned, unzipping his hoodie.
He pried his eyes from the screen, “tell her what?”
“About Raven and Diamond.”
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “naw.”
I looked at him, “what?”
“I didn’t have the time.”
“Spec, you had two weeks,” I spat.
He didn’t respond.
“I can’t believe you.”
He ran his hand over his braids and sighed, “look, I’ll tell them, aite?”
“When?” I questioned.
“When I find the damn time,” he bellowed. “Shit, Kiery. It’s not the easiest thing to just come out and say.”
“So how do you think it was for me to tell my parents, Spec?” I countered.
“My parents are completely different from yours. They don’t take Shit like this lightly.”
“No parent takes Shit like this lightly!” He walked around me as the words left my mouth and I turned to face him. “You’re just afraid to tell them.”
He turned around, “I know how they’re going to react. I know my parents, you don’t.”
“Either way,” I started. “What’s done is done. Raven didn’t climb on top of herself and make that fuckin’ baby. We took responsibility, now all y’all need to do the same.”
He sighed, exasperated. “I’m not arguing about this, kiery.”
“There’s nothing to argue about. Your brother very well and willingly took part in it.”
“And if your sister had just chosen to remain a virgin instead of spreading her fuckin’ legs, we wouldn’t be in this situation!”
His words hit me like a ton of bricks and I stood there in disbelief.
His expression changed as he realized what he had said and he moved towards me. I threw his sweater on the back of the sofa and maneuvered out of his way.
“Kiery.”
I ascended the stairs, “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Kiery, baby I didn’t me-”
“Goodnight Spectacular,” I spat cutting him off.
I got upstairs and walked right into the master bathroom. Stepping out of my White Leather, Steve Madden
pumps. I brushed my teeth, then wrapped my hair.
I turned on the shower and let it run for a while, peeling off my Black and White, Dior
dress. I stepped in and slid the large, glass shower doors shut, letting the warm water run over my body. I washed off the bodily fluids from the nights previous events, and closed my eyes as I scrubbed my body with the Loofah sponge.The shower doors opened and Spec’s muscular, six feet form, stepped in behind me. I turned around and frowned. “What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry,” he spoke. His voice was soft. “I shouldn’t have said that about, Raven.”
I turned around and continued to shower, “the second shower head is over there.”
Instead of moving toward it, he moved behind me. “I’m sorry, Kiery. I was out of line for saying that. I didn’t mean it.”
“Whatever, Spec.”
“I didn’t mean it,” he repeated, turning me around to face him. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
I shook my head. “I just want this baby to be born into a welcoming family.”
“I know, I know,” he replied, kissing my lips. “I know.”
I turned around and he buried his face in the crook of my neck and traced my arm with his finger.
He was still on edge.
I knew this, because he always gave subtle signs. Like the ones he was giving now.
He wasn’t aware of them, but I took notice.
Wrapping his arms around me, he exhaled, “Shit.”
“What?” I asked.
“I left my Mom on the line.”
“Then go talk to her.”
“No.” He shook his head, his face still buried in my neck. “I don’t want to.”
“Then why did you call her?” I questioned.
“I didn’t, she called me.”
He inhaled and caressed my stomach, bringing his hands up to cup my breasts.
“No, Spec. I just got clean,” I spoke refusing to give into him.
“Then we’ll just get you cleaned again.”
“What? No.” I turned off the shower and moved away from him. “I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.”
He pulled me back and held onto my waist, whispering dirty anecdotes with his lips directly against my ear. I giggled and he wrapped his arms around me.
“What about your Mom?”
“What about her?” he asked.
“She’s still on the line.”
He cupped my breasts and kissed my shoulder. “That’s okay.”
“Spec, seriou-” I stopped talking as he kissed my neck and licked across my collarbone. I moaned softly and he turned me around to face him. His erect manhood poked my thigh.
He slid his hand in between my thighs and rubbed my clit slowly, watching as I bit down on my bottom lip. He took the clip from my hair and licked his lips as the wet curls cascaded around my face. I don’t know why, but he loved my hair in it’s natural form. I, on the other hand, preferred it straight.
He kissed my lips and I heard the faint sound of his BlackBerry ringing. It was, in no doubt, his Mother calling back.
I pulled back from his lips and he moved forward and eyed me lustfully, “let it ring.” His eyes were now glazed over and the look he had was of pure passion.
To make him wait any longer, would be torture.
I reached lower and wrapped my hand around his Dick, tugging it softly. He grunted lowly and braced his hand against the shower wall, watching me stroke him. He licked his lips and kissed my neck and I looked down and saw the pre-cum drip out of his Dick. He lifted me up and placed me against the wall, “you ready?” “Mhmm …” I placed my arms around his neck, and wrapped my legs around him as he smoothly inserted all of him into my slippery confines.
He groaned lowly at the tightness that was me vertically, and kissed my ear. Holding my thighs as I spread them further. The slow, strategically placed strokes of his massive organ got me going, and I dug my nails into his back. “fuck,” I muttered softly.
He reached up and palmed my breasts as he pumped all the way in then brought it back out, barely leaving the head in. He pushed himself deeper and I tilted my head back, “Mmm … right there.”
Rolling his hips, he made perfect figure eights inside of me, hitting all of my spots as I latched onto him tightly. “Spec … oh my God,” I whispered into the air.
His thrusts quickened and he breathed heavily along the crook of my neck. He bit into my skin softly and I felt the pressure start to build in my stomach. “Shit … I’m about to cum!”
He slowed his strokes and moved his face from my neck, locking his eyes with mine. “Cum for me.” His lips touched mine and as he exhaled, I inhaled his breath. He probed deeper, disappearing inside of me and I clutched at the muscles in his back, “Spec!”
He went even deeper, tapping my g-spot, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He slowed his strokes even more and stopped. Embedded deep inside me. “Spec, please …” I muttered in a whimper.
“Shh …” he cooed, his forehead slightly touching mine. “Lemme’ take you there.”
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. I pushed my head back and moaned, folding my lips in pure ecstasy.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
He kissed my chin and slowly brought his organ out, looking at me the entire time. “damn, you feel so good.” He pushed back in and I held him tighter.
I was so close, I could taste it.
He took my nipple in between his teeth and bit down on it gently, kissing my lips as his strokes began to speed up. The pressure in my stomach continued to build, and I began to scream his name at the top of my lungs.
“Shit,” he hissed.
The ball of heat grew, and within seconds, erupted. “Shit!” I screamed as the orgasm took over me. My body shook violently as I gripped the shower walls and he smiled as my muscles contracted around him, bringing the juices in me out.
Harder and more powerfully, he delivered more thrusts. Until my blood began to boil again.
“damn,” he growled as his Dick slid in and out of me rapidly.
My breasts bounced repeatedly upon my chest and I fastened my legs around his waist. I slid my tongue into his mouth and massaged the intoxicating ball. “fuck,” he muttered into my mouth.
The word coming from his lips made all the vulgarity about it vanish. And at times like this, I had never heard the word sound so sweet.
I released his tongue and he pumped into me aggressively, focused on making me reach my peak again.
“You see this?” he brought his hand to my stomach and pressed down on my pelvic area. He lowered my g-spot before meticulously slamming into it.
“Oh, God!” I screamed as my mind took on a series of convulsions. He pressed his soft lips against mine and bit down on my tongue - which heightened my orgasm - and I screamed into his mouth. He continued to slide in and out of me as I climaxed all over his rigid member. Leaving it covered in the frothy juices that leaked from my vaginal walls.
I kissed and sucked on his neck, trailing my tongue from his earlobe to his collarbone.
“Don’t do that Shit,” he growled huskily. “You ‘bout to make me cum.”
I smiled against his cheek as his thrusts deepened and sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it. He groaned, aggravated that he was reaching his peak. “Kiery … s-stop that Shit.”
He had a concentrated look etched upon his face and I knew he was focusing on his climax, and how much he could prolong it.
As much as he enjoyed reaching his peak, he enjoyed taking me to mine even more.
Giving me multiple orgasms was his thing.
He brought his Dick all the way out and without giving me much time to figure things out, he slammed it into me. Watching as my slender, manicured hands, gripped the walls of the shower. “O!”
He reached down and grabbed my ass, pushing himself even deeper. I bit erotically into the center of my bottom lip and pulled it up and into my mouth. My eyes closed as he slowly grinded into me, and I purposely breathed slow and soft. Trying to prevent myself from releasing an ear piercing scream when I reached my peak yet again.
“Take me there,” I whispered hugging him with my head hung back towards the wall.
His hands entangled themselves into the curls of my dark brown hair and pulled softly, “you gon’ cum for me?”
“Uh huh …” I let out, licking my lips.
His fingertips grazed my scalp as he gathered a handful of my locks and he pulled harder, causing me to leak down his thighs.
“Mmm,” he groaned. “damn, Kiery.” It was taking everything in him not to cum right with me.
I flexed my vaginal muscles as my walls clamped down tightly around him and he closed his eyes. “Ahh.”
He shook his head, he was focusing on not Cumming. Taking me to my fourth orgasm was all he had on his mind.
I smiled.
Not if I could help it. I enjoyed pushing him over the edge.
I enclosed my walls even tighter around his shaft and began to bounce on him. He tightly grabbed my waist in an attempt to make me stop, and I brought his hands up to my breasts and moaned in his ear. Nibbling on his earlobe.
“Shit,” he groaned.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly slid up, still clenching my walls tightly around him. He drew in a quick breath and I released as I slid back down. I kissed his lips, “don’t fight it.”
Contracting my walls on all twelve inches, I felt his Dick pulse, and he braced his palms on the shower wall and grunted roughly as he exploded inside of me. “fuck,” he hissed as his hips bucked and pressed me against the wall. I held onto him for dear life.
His tongue found mine as his warm fluids shot through my tunnel and I released my grip on him and my legs and slid down from his waist.
He caught his breath and looked at me, shaking his head. “I swear your ass is trained how to take me there.”
Kissing him, I laughed and turned on the shower.
The faint ring of his BlackBerry seeped through the bathroom door and he sucked his teeth. It was his Mother calling, yet again.
I guess she had something important to tell him.
We got ourselves cleaned, and in the next hour and a half exited the bathroom.
I tightened the towel around my frame and sat on the bed and massaged my thighs, which were now sore. He came in with his boxers on and frowned as the device rang for what had to be the umpteenth time. “God damn, ma, I’m coming.”
He picked up and spoke into the receiving end. “I was taking care of something important.”
He smiled over at me and I shook my head and walked into my closet. “Lyin’ ass.”
I stopped as I saw the Blue gift bag in the middle of the floor, and frowned. “I know that wasn’t there when I left.”
I walked over and took the bag into my hands, peering inside. My eyes widened as it came upon a Blue, rectangular box, marked Tiffany & Co
, and I got anxious -- it’s just one of those feelings a girl gets when she sees something from Tiffany. I thought about opening the box but decided against it, and instead, brought it to Spec attention.
He hung up with his Mom and smiled at me, “open it.”
I did as I was told and sat at the edge of the bed in amazement.
The box contained a set of earrings and matching bracelets from Tiffany’s exclusive collection of Jean Schlumberger
designs. With round diamonds and a platinum setting.They were absolutely beautiful …
The bed dipped as he moved behind me and kissed my neck, “happy Thanksgiving.”
I smiled and stared down at the stunning jewelry, “nobody gives Thanksgiving presents.”
“I do.” … “Beautiful jewelry for my beautiful girl.”
As the last words escaped his lips, my smile faded and I closed the box and put it down. His brows furrowed against my neck. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t take it.”
181 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Tue Sep 01, 2009 4:33 pm
heatRAE!
He looked at me, “what? Why?”
“Because, this isn’t why I got with you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t decide to be in this relationship so you could feel obligated and feel like you had to shower me with gifts.”
“Who says that’s how I feel?” he asked.
“You don’t have to say it, you show it. And I don’t want us to be that couple. I don’t want you to continuously give me gifts because of your status. Because you feel like that’s what you need to do.”
“I don’t feel like that’s what I need to do, Kiery. I do it because that’s what I want to do.” He rubbed his temple and sighed. “I don’t understand why you always make a big deal out of this. Carey came by with the book and I looked through it and saw them. I thought about you, and decided to order them.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I took a deep interest in the carpeted floor.
“Everything I do, I do it because I want to, Kiery.” … “All the clothes, the shoes, the trips overseas … I do it because I want to do it. Not because I feel obligated to.”
“How much were they?” I asked.
“The jewelry?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed, “does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. How much, Spec?”
He looked at me. “Thirty-two.”
“Hundred?”
“Thousand,” he muttered.
“What!” I yelled
He sucked his teeth. “See, that’s the Shit I’m talkin’ about. Should it even matter how much they cost?”
“Are you listening to yourself?” I asked, my question rhetorical. “Thirty-two thousand for some earrings and matching bracelets? Are you kidding me?”
“So what?”
“You don’t see the problem with that?” I questioned.
“Naw.”
I sighed and ran my hands over my face. “Fine, I do. Send them back.”
Now it was his turn to yell. “What!”
“Send them back,” I repeated.
“I’m not returning a damn thing,” he bellowed. “I got them for you. If you don’t wanna wear them, put them up. But I’m not returning them, and neither are you.” … “damn it, KIery. Every time I buy you something it’s the same Shit. So what if I wanna spend a couple g’s on you?”
“Thirty-two thousand is not a ‘couple’ g’s. Two thousand, is a ‘couple’ g’s.”
“You and I are two different people, Kiery. If I see something that I know you’ve been wanting, or that I wanna get for you, I’m going to get it regardless. I can’t help it.”
“You don’t try,” I countered.
He sighed and looked at me. “It’s not that I don’t try, it’s just who I am when I’m with you. You bring out the best in me. And sometimes I really can’t help myself.” He cupped my chin, “I wanna buy you nice things, Kiery.” … “I wanna buy you nice jewelry that make your eyes light up when you see it. Just like how they lit up when you saw these.” … “I wanna buy you expensive, designer clothes that fit your every curve, and beautiful shoes with four inch heels that don’t hurt like hell.”
I laughed, and he smiled. “I wanna give you the finer things in life. I wanna be that person … I wanna be the one to take you all over the world and make you see and do things that you’ve never imagined. I wanna take care of you, Kiery.”
I smiled. “I’m a big girl, Spec. I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” he replied. “I know you’re independent and all that. You turn your own key and push your own wheels, and provide more than enough for Mj … I know. But I still wanna be there for you and take care of you.” He kissed my lips. “Can you let me do that? Can you let me do me?”
I looked at him for a while and a smile crept onto my face.
Everything about this man was amazing.
“Fine.”
He kissed my hand and I shook my head at him. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Yeah. I’m crazy about you.”
*******
That night, I went to sleep with a Tiffany box by my bed, a smile on my face, and Spec’s arms around my waist. Not knowing that this was the beginning of something new … different … and dangerous, all in one.
This was how Spectacular Blue Smith became a part of my every waking thought.
This was how he became impossible to escape.
This was how he became impossible to forget …
“Because, this isn’t why I got with you.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I didn’t decide to be in this relationship so you could feel obligated and feel like you had to shower me with gifts.”
“Who says that’s how I feel?” he asked.
“You don’t have to say it, you show it. And I don’t want us to be that couple. I don’t want you to continuously give me gifts because of your status. Because you feel like that’s what you need to do.”
“I don’t feel like that’s what I need to do, Kiery. I do it because that’s what I want to do.” He rubbed his temple and sighed. “I don’t understand why you always make a big deal out of this. Carey came by with the book and I looked through it and saw them. I thought about you, and decided to order them.”
I didn’t respond. Instead, I took a deep interest in the carpeted floor.
“Everything I do, I do it because I want to, Kiery.” … “All the clothes, the shoes, the trips overseas … I do it because I want to do it. Not because I feel obligated to.”
“How much were they?” I asked.
“The jewelry?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed, “does it matter?”
“Yes, it does. How much, Spec?”
He looked at me. “Thirty-two.”
“Hundred?”
“Thousand,” he muttered.
“What!” I yelled
He sucked his teeth. “See, that’s the Shit I’m talkin’ about. Should it even matter how much they cost?”
“Are you listening to yourself?” I asked, my question rhetorical. “Thirty-two thousand for some earrings and matching bracelets? Are you kidding me?”
“So what?”
“You don’t see the problem with that?” I questioned.
“Naw.”
I sighed and ran my hands over my face. “Fine, I do. Send them back.”
Now it was his turn to yell. “What!”
“Send them back,” I repeated.
“I’m not returning a damn thing,” he bellowed. “I got them for you. If you don’t wanna wear them, put them up. But I’m not returning them, and neither are you.” … “damn it, KIery. Every time I buy you something it’s the same Shit. So what if I wanna spend a couple g’s on you?”
“Thirty-two thousand is not a ‘couple’ g’s. Two thousand, is a ‘couple’ g’s.”
“You and I are two different people, Kiery. If I see something that I know you’ve been wanting, or that I wanna get for you, I’m going to get it regardless. I can’t help it.”
“You don’t try,” I countered.
He sighed and looked at me. “It’s not that I don’t try, it’s just who I am when I’m with you. You bring out the best in me. And sometimes I really can’t help myself.” He cupped my chin, “I wanna buy you nice things, Kiery.” … “I wanna buy you nice jewelry that make your eyes light up when you see it. Just like how they lit up when you saw these.” … “I wanna buy you expensive, designer clothes that fit your every curve, and beautiful shoes with four inch heels that don’t hurt like hell.”
I laughed, and he smiled. “I wanna give you the finer things in life. I wanna be that person … I wanna be the one to take you all over the world and make you see and do things that you’ve never imagined. I wanna take care of you, Kiery.”
I smiled. “I’m a big girl, Spec. I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” he replied. “I know you’re independent and all that. You turn your own key and push your own wheels, and provide more than enough for Mj … I know. But I still wanna be there for you and take care of you.” He kissed my lips. “Can you let me do that? Can you let me do me?”
I looked at him for a while and a smile crept onto my face.
Everything about this man was amazing.
“Fine.”
He kissed my hand and I shook my head at him. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
“Yeah. I’m crazy about you.”
*******
That night, I went to sleep with a Tiffany box by my bed, a smile on my face, and Spec’s arms around my waist. Not knowing that this was the beginning of something new … different … and dangerous, all in one.
This was how Spectacular Blue Smith became a part of my every waking thought.
This was how he became impossible to escape.
This was how he became impossible to forget …
185 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Tue Sep 01, 2009 11:49 pm
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186 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Wed Sep 02, 2009 2:35 pm
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aww thank you for the comments
i will add either today or tomrrw fasho
i will add either today or tomrrw fasho
189 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Wed Sep 02, 2009 4:55 pm
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[.] Chapter Fifteen [.]
[.] Confession [.]
[.] A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt; An admission of misdeeds or faults. [.]
{.. KIERY ..}
I exited the large, corporate building, and pinned the wireless device between my left ear and shoulder. Smiling broadly.
“You’re a brave one,” Breanna assured me over the phone. “I wouldn’t have done it.”
“I was about to just forget the entire thing too, but I did it.” I nodded. “His Dad is good, but she’s the same assHole.”
“I swear it’s in the Mom genetics. Just-assHole-DNA,” she cracked as I shared in on the joke. Laughing along with her.
“Ain’t it the truth? Anyway, I get there to tell them about Ravens baby shower, ‘cause Diamond asked me to do it, and she basically ignored me the entire time.”
“Not even a, hello?” she asked in disbelief.
“Not even. I got one cold ass statement and that was it.” I paused as I opened the door to my Dodge Challenger. “Not like I wanted anything from her ass anyway.”
“Well be happy, I wouldn’t know how to carry a conversation with a woman like her.”
“It would take too many years of practice.” I yawned shortly and started the engine. “What time are you getting off?”
“Hell, I should’ve been off. Hold on, next line.” She clicked over and returned quickly, sucking her teeth. “I hate these Bitches, always tryna’ be calling people leaving messages. I done told that woman that my boss was gone for the week three times already. You would think she would get the picture and figure out that her blood test is going to be taken by someone else on staff.”
“Or yourself,” I spoke.
“My what? Please, I ain’t doin’ Shit. I already have four patients working the hell out of my nerves, I ain’t got time for that.”
“Bre, you’re an intern,” I laughed. “That’s what you do. You need to be grateful you’re even getting paid with all this personal conversation you hold during work hours.”
“Whatever, this hospital needs me okay?” She kissed her teeth. “And you need to stop fronting like it’s not you I spend all this time talking to. Step off me,” she joked.
“See, this is why you ain’t never gon’ make Intern of the Month.”
“What I’ma do with Intern of the Month? Do I look like some White woman named Sarah?”
I didn’t respond and she laughed out loud. “fuck you, Kiery.”
“That depends on the time you get off work,” I giggled.
“Ooh, wait a minute. Mr. Montana ‘bout to walk through here. I’ll call you back,” she told me in a hurry.
The other line clicked and I put the air system on blast. “Aite, bye.” I clicked over. “Hello?”
I exhaled slowly as the coolness kicked in.
“What are you doing?” he asked instinctively.
“Nothing.” I sat back and allowed the cool air to rush over my skin, waiting for further reason to speak.
“You just got off work?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, letting the words slip from my lips. “If you didn’t disrespect me by with-holding information on your whereabouts, you would’ve known.”
“You didn’t ask. Plus, I thought you didn’t care about where I was,” he chuckled, teasing me.
“So did I.” I pulled the phone from my left ear and pressed it against my right. “I’ll think about letting you in on where I am the next time.”
“How kind of you,” he said sarcastically.
“Keep up the attitude and you won’t even get an answered phone call,” I retorted.
“You gotta answer my calls regardless, Kiery, but whatever. Did I leave my earrings on your nightstand the other night? When I came to pick up Mj?”
“Two weeks ago?” I questioned.
“Yeah.”
“No, not that I know of.” I flipped the sun visor down and applied gloss to my lips, feeling the cold rocks sitting in each ear hole.
He kissed his teeth, “I know you’re lying; bet you’re wearing them right now.”
“Prove it,” I challenged, fingering the diamond studs.
“I don’t need to. Are you comin’ over?”
“Yeah,” I told him simply, leaning back against the head rest.
“Aite, I’ll get his bags packed.” An airy silence cut into the call, and he mumbled. “... cheap ass reception … I need those earrings back though, you’re wearing ten thousand dollars in each ear.”
“Does Usher know you been in his stash?” I asked, amazed at the price.
“Not anymore than Hov does,” he replied, laughing. “On the real though, I need ‘em back, Kiery.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He kissed his teeth and sighed lowly.
“And even then, how careless can one be to forget twenty thousand dollars?”
“I ain’t got time for this, I’m about to go grab something to eat. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He ignored my previous comment.
“You can buy earrings for twenty thousand dollars, but you can’t fix Rachelle’s phone?” I questioned, referring to his younger sister.
Again, he ignored my comment. “What do you wanna eat? You’re killing my minutes, Kiery.”
“Nigga, you called me,” I stated.
“To find out if you’re coming to pick him up, and if you’ve seen my jewelry. Not have a conversation about all this bullShit. Now, you want somethin’ or not?”
“Umm …” I stopped purposely to ponder.
“Fifteen seconds.”
“Uh …”
“Twelve,” he stated.
I laughed. “A taco salad and a sweet tea wit extra sauce from that place down the street.”
“That’s it?”
“No, wait …” I paused once more, grinning from ear to ear.
“Five seconds,” he spoke into the phone.
I giggled, “yeah, that’s it.”
“Aite, I’ll see you when you get here. Later.”
“Bye, Marcus.”
We hung up and I smiled. What a confusing relationship the two of us shared. One would think that by now, I was used to it. But I wasn’t.
I gathered my thoughts and checked the time, 11:33 a.m. I pulled out of the company parking lot and ten minutes of lunch rush traffic, a highway traffic accident, and a half hour later, I found myself parked outside of the house I once lived in. Unsure if I should go in. The crisp, cool air of the central air condition system breezed through my curls as I looked around -- just being on this street alone reminded me of the two years I spent living here. The first real fight I had with my brother, Mj’s first birthday bash, the good and the bad, Marcus ...
I laughed to myself, amazed that this was how good I turned out.
Drumming a beat on the cold steering wheel, I decided that I should go in. If even to give a simple, Happy Thanksgiving. But before I released the seatbelt clip, I looked up to see Marcus’s Mother already on her way out - looking as sexy as ever. I hopped out of my Gold Challenger across the street, and walked quickly up the driveway before she could get into the car.
“Hey, Monica.” I gave a slight wave before zipping my blazer half-way down.
“Oh, baby!” She smiled broadly and hurried towards me. “How are you honey? You look great … Marcus, Kiery is here!”
“Thanks, Happy Thanksgiving.” I hugged her warmly, “how are you?”
“You’re two weeks late for that.” His tall, well built figure moved towards me, holding a bag filled with food containers up. And, spotting the huge diamonds in my ears, he shook his head. “I thought you didn’t see my earrings?”
I smiled and retrieved the bag from his hands. “Thank you.”
“Not welcome.”
“Never mind him,” his Mother assured me. “He’s just happy to see you.”
“I know. Where’s the boss?” I asked referring to his Father and using my fingers to make quotations.
“He’s out and about,” she laughed. “You know him. He asked about you the other day, saying that you two have some unfinished business.”
I chuckled, “if he’s still on that wedding thing, then …”
“He is, you know he is,” she replied, smiling from ear to ear. “I am too. I swear, we’ll stay planning you and Marcus’s wedding.”
My eyes shifted between her, and Marcus. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he exited the house, except for when he shook his head to comment about his jewelry.
“You know, he got rid of that Jazmine girl. And it’s about time.”
“Ma, not now.”
“What?” she asked. “I never liked that girl.”
“Mommy!” I turned around as Mj squealed, and watched him scurry down the steps towards me. “You’re here!”
I laughed as he rushed into me, almost knocking me over. “Hey, baby, how are you?”
“Fine.” He latched his arms around my leg tightly. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom. Dad and Grandma and me had lots and lots of fun.”
“Really?” I looked up at Marcus and he smiled, shrugging slightly. “What kind of fun?”
“We went go carting, horseback riding, skating, shopping …” He paused to think, “we went to the zoo, we went to Disney Land, and we even went to the picture theatre.”
“The picture theatre?” I looked back up at Marcus.
“The Kodak Theatre. I took him to the Award show.”
I looked down at Mj, amazed. “Wow, all of that in two weeks? Sounds like you had way more fun than I did.”
He laughed and I picked him up, kissing his forehead. “The next time you visit you should spend more than two weeks, since you had so much fun,” I voiced.
He nodded, “yeah. And you know what would be even more fun?”
“What?” I asked him, wiping something from his face.
“If you come too.” He beamed. “Dad won’t mind.”
I looked over at Marcus and found him still staring right at me. He shifted his weight, without breaking eye contact, and stuck his hands into his pocket. “Naw, lil’ man. Mommy’s got a lotta’ things to do, she doesn’t have the time.”
“No, that really does sound like fun,” I interjected. “We really should do that sometime, just the three of us.”
Mj clapped happily as Marcus Mother looked at me incredulously. Those words were music to her ears.
I didn’t even know what made me say them in the first place. But then again ... I did.
“Okay, we ready to go?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“Yeah,” Mj answered.
“Alright, well, say goodbye to Dad and Grandma.”
“I’ll take his bags to the car,” Marcus stated.
“Thanks.” I turned to his Mother. “Sorry I can’t stay, but you just stay healthy, and un-stressed.”
“Okay, sweetie. Thanks for stopping by.” She gave me a hug and squeezed my fingers in her own. “Can we talk sometime? Not mother-daughter … just talk.”
“Sure,” I agreed. I always enjoyed that.
She smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ma, c’mon.” He opened the passenger door for her. “It’s hot out here and I don’t want you gettin’ sunburned.”
She shook her head and I smiled, “I’ll call.”
She nodded, kissed Mj, and shut the door as she got in, waving goodbye as we approached my car. I strapped Mj into his booster seat while Marcus loaded his bags into the trunk, walking around to the driver’s side. “His appointment is still tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
He shrugged. “Just wanted to see him before I leave.”
“You had him for two weeks,” I reminded.
“I can never see too much of my son, Kiery.”
“But don’t use him as an excuse.”
He chuckled. “Aite. I’ll call you later, lil’ man.”
“Bye, Dad.”
Marcus turned his attention back to me and his eyes dropped to the plump doubles that were seated upon my chest. He reached in and zipped my blazer all the way up, kissing my cheek in the process. “I’ll call you later, sexy.”
“Yeah, bye.” He stepped back and watched me pull into the street before disappearing around the corner.
I shook my head. Something about this man always had me coming back for more. Marcus was like a bad habit that I couldn’t break and a gut feeling I just couldn’t shake. He was the root of all my problems, yet the solution at the same time.
He was my addiction …
My place of solace …
But worst off ... he was my secret.
[.] Confession [.]
[.] A written or oral statement acknowledging guilt; An admission of misdeeds or faults. [.]
{.. KIERY ..}
I exited the large, corporate building, and pinned the wireless device between my left ear and shoulder. Smiling broadly.
“You’re a brave one,” Breanna assured me over the phone. “I wouldn’t have done it.”
“I was about to just forget the entire thing too, but I did it.” I nodded. “His Dad is good, but she’s the same assHole.”
“I swear it’s in the Mom genetics. Just-assHole-DNA,” she cracked as I shared in on the joke. Laughing along with her.
“Ain’t it the truth? Anyway, I get there to tell them about Ravens baby shower, ‘cause Diamond asked me to do it, and she basically ignored me the entire time.”
“Not even a, hello?” she asked in disbelief.
“Not even. I got one cold ass statement and that was it.” I paused as I opened the door to my Dodge Challenger. “Not like I wanted anything from her ass anyway.”
“Well be happy, I wouldn’t know how to carry a conversation with a woman like her.”
“It would take too many years of practice.” I yawned shortly and started the engine. “What time are you getting off?”
“Hell, I should’ve been off. Hold on, next line.” She clicked over and returned quickly, sucking her teeth. “I hate these Bitches, always tryna’ be calling people leaving messages. I done told that woman that my boss was gone for the week three times already. You would think she would get the picture and figure out that her blood test is going to be taken by someone else on staff.”
“Or yourself,” I spoke.
“My what? Please, I ain’t doin’ Shit. I already have four patients working the hell out of my nerves, I ain’t got time for that.”
“Bre, you’re an intern,” I laughed. “That’s what you do. You need to be grateful you’re even getting paid with all this personal conversation you hold during work hours.”
“Whatever, this hospital needs me okay?” She kissed her teeth. “And you need to stop fronting like it’s not you I spend all this time talking to. Step off me,” she joked.
“See, this is why you ain’t never gon’ make Intern of the Month.”
“What I’ma do with Intern of the Month? Do I look like some White woman named Sarah?”
I didn’t respond and she laughed out loud. “fuck you, Kiery.”
“That depends on the time you get off work,” I giggled.
“Ooh, wait a minute. Mr. Montana ‘bout to walk through here. I’ll call you back,” she told me in a hurry.
The other line clicked and I put the air system on blast. “Aite, bye.” I clicked over. “Hello?”
I exhaled slowly as the coolness kicked in.
“What are you doing?” he asked instinctively.
“Nothing.” I sat back and allowed the cool air to rush over my skin, waiting for further reason to speak.
“You just got off work?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged, letting the words slip from my lips. “If you didn’t disrespect me by with-holding information on your whereabouts, you would’ve known.”
“You didn’t ask. Plus, I thought you didn’t care about where I was,” he chuckled, teasing me.
“So did I.” I pulled the phone from my left ear and pressed it against my right. “I’ll think about letting you in on where I am the next time.”
“How kind of you,” he said sarcastically.
“Keep up the attitude and you won’t even get an answered phone call,” I retorted.
“You gotta answer my calls regardless, Kiery, but whatever. Did I leave my earrings on your nightstand the other night? When I came to pick up Mj?”
“Two weeks ago?” I questioned.
“Yeah.”
“No, not that I know of.” I flipped the sun visor down and applied gloss to my lips, feeling the cold rocks sitting in each ear hole.
He kissed his teeth, “I know you’re lying; bet you’re wearing them right now.”
“Prove it,” I challenged, fingering the diamond studs.
“I don’t need to. Are you comin’ over?”
“Yeah,” I told him simply, leaning back against the head rest.
“Aite, I’ll get his bags packed.” An airy silence cut into the call, and he mumbled. “... cheap ass reception … I need those earrings back though, you’re wearing ten thousand dollars in each ear.”
“Does Usher know you been in his stash?” I asked, amazed at the price.
“Not anymore than Hov does,” he replied, laughing. “On the real though, I need ‘em back, Kiery.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He kissed his teeth and sighed lowly.
“And even then, how careless can one be to forget twenty thousand dollars?”
“I ain’t got time for this, I’m about to go grab something to eat. Do you want anything while I’m out?” He ignored my previous comment.
“You can buy earrings for twenty thousand dollars, but you can’t fix Rachelle’s phone?” I questioned, referring to his younger sister.
Again, he ignored my comment. “What do you wanna eat? You’re killing my minutes, Kiery.”
“Nigga, you called me,” I stated.
“To find out if you’re coming to pick him up, and if you’ve seen my jewelry. Not have a conversation about all this bullShit. Now, you want somethin’ or not?”
“Umm …” I stopped purposely to ponder.
“Fifteen seconds.”
“Uh …”
“Twelve,” he stated.
I laughed. “A taco salad and a sweet tea wit extra sauce from that place down the street.”
“That’s it?”
“No, wait …” I paused once more, grinning from ear to ear.
“Five seconds,” he spoke into the phone.
I giggled, “yeah, that’s it.”
“Aite, I’ll see you when you get here. Later.”
“Bye, Marcus.”
We hung up and I smiled. What a confusing relationship the two of us shared. One would think that by now, I was used to it. But I wasn’t.
I gathered my thoughts and checked the time, 11:33 a.m. I pulled out of the company parking lot and ten minutes of lunch rush traffic, a highway traffic accident, and a half hour later, I found myself parked outside of the house I once lived in. Unsure if I should go in. The crisp, cool air of the central air condition system breezed through my curls as I looked around -- just being on this street alone reminded me of the two years I spent living here. The first real fight I had with my brother, Mj’s first birthday bash, the good and the bad, Marcus ...
I laughed to myself, amazed that this was how good I turned out.
Drumming a beat on the cold steering wheel, I decided that I should go in. If even to give a simple, Happy Thanksgiving. But before I released the seatbelt clip, I looked up to see Marcus’s Mother already on her way out - looking as sexy as ever. I hopped out of my Gold Challenger across the street, and walked quickly up the driveway before she could get into the car.
“Hey, Monica.” I gave a slight wave before zipping my blazer half-way down.
“Oh, baby!” She smiled broadly and hurried towards me. “How are you honey? You look great … Marcus, Kiery is here!”
“Thanks, Happy Thanksgiving.” I hugged her warmly, “how are you?”
“You’re two weeks late for that.” His tall, well built figure moved towards me, holding a bag filled with food containers up. And, spotting the huge diamonds in my ears, he shook his head. “I thought you didn’t see my earrings?”
I smiled and retrieved the bag from his hands. “Thank you.”
“Not welcome.”
“Never mind him,” his Mother assured me. “He’s just happy to see you.”
“I know. Where’s the boss?” I asked referring to his Father and using my fingers to make quotations.
“He’s out and about,” she laughed. “You know him. He asked about you the other day, saying that you two have some unfinished business.”
I chuckled, “if he’s still on that wedding thing, then …”
“He is, you know he is,” she replied, smiling from ear to ear. “I am too. I swear, we’ll stay planning you and Marcus’s wedding.”
My eyes shifted between her, and Marcus. He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he exited the house, except for when he shook his head to comment about his jewelry.
“You know, he got rid of that Jazmine girl. And it’s about time.”
“Ma, not now.”
“What?” she asked. “I never liked that girl.”
“Mommy!” I turned around as Mj squealed, and watched him scurry down the steps towards me. “You’re here!”
I laughed as he rushed into me, almost knocking me over. “Hey, baby, how are you?”
“Fine.” He latched his arms around my leg tightly. “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom. Dad and Grandma and me had lots and lots of fun.”
“Really?” I looked up at Marcus and he smiled, shrugging slightly. “What kind of fun?”
“We went go carting, horseback riding, skating, shopping …” He paused to think, “we went to the zoo, we went to Disney Land, and we even went to the picture theatre.”
“The picture theatre?” I looked back up at Marcus.
“The Kodak Theatre. I took him to the Award show.”
I looked down at Mj, amazed. “Wow, all of that in two weeks? Sounds like you had way more fun than I did.”
He laughed and I picked him up, kissing his forehead. “The next time you visit you should spend more than two weeks, since you had so much fun,” I voiced.
He nodded, “yeah. And you know what would be even more fun?”
“What?” I asked him, wiping something from his face.
“If you come too.” He beamed. “Dad won’t mind.”
I looked over at Marcus and found him still staring right at me. He shifted his weight, without breaking eye contact, and stuck his hands into his pocket. “Naw, lil’ man. Mommy’s got a lotta’ things to do, she doesn’t have the time.”
“No, that really does sound like fun,” I interjected. “We really should do that sometime, just the three of us.”
Mj clapped happily as Marcus Mother looked at me incredulously. Those words were music to her ears.
I didn’t even know what made me say them in the first place. But then again ... I did.
“Okay, we ready to go?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence.
“Yeah,” Mj answered.
“Alright, well, say goodbye to Dad and Grandma.”
“I’ll take his bags to the car,” Marcus stated.
“Thanks.” I turned to his Mother. “Sorry I can’t stay, but you just stay healthy, and un-stressed.”
“Okay, sweetie. Thanks for stopping by.” She gave me a hug and squeezed my fingers in her own. “Can we talk sometime? Not mother-daughter … just talk.”
“Sure,” I agreed. I always enjoyed that.
She smiled. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ma, c’mon.” He opened the passenger door for her. “It’s hot out here and I don’t want you gettin’ sunburned.”
She shook her head and I smiled, “I’ll call.”
She nodded, kissed Mj, and shut the door as she got in, waving goodbye as we approached my car. I strapped Mj into his booster seat while Marcus loaded his bags into the trunk, walking around to the driver’s side. “His appointment is still tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
He shrugged. “Just wanted to see him before I leave.”
“You had him for two weeks,” I reminded.
“I can never see too much of my son, Kiery.”
“But don’t use him as an excuse.”
He chuckled. “Aite. I’ll call you later, lil’ man.”
“Bye, Dad.”
Marcus turned his attention back to me and his eyes dropped to the plump doubles that were seated upon my chest. He reached in and zipped my blazer all the way up, kissing my cheek in the process. “I’ll call you later, sexy.”
“Yeah, bye.” He stepped back and watched me pull into the street before disappearing around the corner.
I shook my head. Something about this man always had me coming back for more. Marcus was like a bad habit that I couldn’t break and a gut feeling I just couldn’t shake. He was the root of all my problems, yet the solution at the same time.
He was my addiction …
My place of solace …
But worst off ... he was my secret.
190 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Wed Sep 02, 2009 4:57 pm
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SPECIAL THANKS TO MY HOMIE BRE FOR HELPIN ME WRITE THIS IN 4th PERIOD AT SCHOoL lol
192 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Thu Sep 03, 2009 6:20 am
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Great add!!!
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Next!!!
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193 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Thu Sep 03, 2009 2:45 pm
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ADDIN TMRW IT WILL BE A HUGE ADD COMING SOON STAY ON THE LOK OUT
196 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:55 pm
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197 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Fri Sep 04, 2009 2:55 pm
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i have decided to give yall an add that is action filled instead of just boring lol
lol addin now
i have decided to give yall an add that is action filled instead of just boring lol
198 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:12 pm
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[.] Chapter Sixteen [.]
[.] Realization [.] - [.] Coming to understand something clearly and distinctly. [.]
{.. KIERY ..}
= = = =
“Get the fuck outta my face!” She pushed his head away with her palm. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me, just leave me the hell alone!”
“Get the fuck outta your face? Leave you alone?” He snapped his neck back, and regained his balance much quicker than we expected. “You’re standing in my house, and you’re raising your voice at me? Don’t walk away from me, Tiffany!”
“Our house, and I’m twenty-one years old, if I want to walk away, I’ll do it!” she yelled at him adamantly. “Don’t follow me!”
“Then don’t walk away!” He grabbed her arm and spun her around before she could make it to the kitchen.
We stood to our feet immediately.
“Let go of me, now!” she scowled at him. “You’re hurting me, Larry.”
“Where the fuck are you coming from this time of the night?” he yelled back at her with enraged eyes. “Answer me!”
“Let me go, Larry!” She winced, no doubt feeling the pressure from his grip sink into her bones.
“Let her go,” I bellowed rushing to her side.
“Larry, let go!” Jessy yelled, gripping his arms.
“Where are you coming from, Tiffany!” he repeated, ignoring her yell and ours.
“You’re drunk, Larry, let her go!” Jessy screamed.
Once again, he ignored her, and his grip got tighter. Tiffany screamed and kicked his leg.
He fell to the floor in pain, gasping out a strong breath of vodka into our nostrils. Our faces bunched up, and she rubbed her left arm and walked away from him.
They fought most of the time, and I’ve seen this fight plenty in the past, but I was still a little shook because he had never held onto her arm so tight.
“Are you okay, Tiff?” I questioned, moving in her direction.
“Yeah,” she answered. She glowered at his figure on the floor and sucked her teeth. “damn lunatic.” She took a seat on one of the bar stools and ran her hands through her hair; and before she could come out of her Black, leather, BabyPhat jacket, he jumped angrily to his feet and limped towards her.
“You gon’ kick me, Tiffany?” He took off his ring, and threw it atop the counter. Before it could land, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her body off the stool and onto the floor.
Jessy and I froze in shock. It had never gone this far before.
“Stop it!” she coughed after struggling to catch her breath; having had most of the wind knocked out of her. “Larry, stop!”
I stood there, not being able to move. It was as if my feet were stapled to the floor.
I watched in horror as she kicked, and slapped frantically at his arm while he pulled her out into the living room. “Stop, Larry, you hurt me! Let me go!”
“You gon’ tell me where you’re coming from at two in the morning!” he snarled.
“No I won’t! You walk up in here at all hours and I don’t say Shit, fuck you nigga!”
That did it.
He snapped.
“So you the head Bitch, huh?” He stopped dragging her and leaned over, pulling her body towards him.
SLAP!
Her face whipped to the right and I jerked in shock, stumbling backwards.
What the fuck just happened?
He flung his hand at her face again.
SLAP! SLAP!
She fell back and I rushed forward, shoving him away from her. She crawled away to the wall, trying to cling to it and my eyes watered - nothing felt real to me at that moment … he didn’t just hit her.
I fell to my knees by her side and wrapped my arms around her, along with Jessy. She held her face and started sobbing uncontrollably and my mind started screaming. I felt deaf. I looked in his direction, and could only see his lips moving as he slowly approached us; with sympathy written all over his face.
I rose to my feet and charged at him, lifting my leg before slamming my foot into his chest. He stumbled backward and landed into the wall, causing the framed portrait to shatter on his head. I watched as he slowly slid to the floor and turned to Tiffany -- who was still being comforted by Jessy. “This is it, Tiffany. This Shit has got to end.”
“He’s never done this before, Kiery, I swear. I don’t know what got into him.”
“Vodka. That’s what the fuck got into him,” Jessy bellowed. “I have a mind to report his ass.”
“No, Jess, don’t. Please. The last people we need are the police.”
“Well, you can’t stay here, Tiffany. This Shit is only gonna’ get worse.”
“And where the hell am I supposed to go, Jessy?” she spat. “This is my house too, remember?”
“Well, she’s right, you can’t stay here. And if not for the fact that you two are always fighting, then for the fact that you might get killed the next time around,” I informed.
She looked at me for a while; as if processing the words I just let out, and buried her face into her hands. She was in pain. And not so much physically … but emotionally.
Tiffany Ranee Ford, was a close friend of mine, and had been married to Larry Ford for the past three years. She was a Ford Model, and he was the C.E.O. Or at least, since his father died, and it’s been nothing but drama ever since.
He considered her his property because he - and I quote - “discovered” her. And, apparently, if it wasn’t for him, she would be nothing.
However, if you ask me, and everyone else that knew Tiffany before he came along; she had it going on. She was on top of her game and was never deprived of anything. But being born into a wealthy family, that came as a ‘no brainer’.
The saying goes: “Money can’t buy you happiness.” But in Tiffany’s case, it could buy her a yacht that she could place right next to it.
Though, that wasn’t the case anymore … not since she moved out of her parents’ estate, and into the penthouse she co-owned with Lamarr. They disowned her, and she saw no problem with it. Lamarr was her everything. And now she had to do something that was way past due. She had to leave him. And in reality, she had nowhere to go.
“Oh, God. What am I going to do?”
“You could always try to make amends with your folks,” Jessy opted.
She shook her head. “I can’t go home, they won’t let me back.”
“Well, you could tell Banks, or go stay with him.” Jessy was really trying to better the situation.
“I can’t tell Lloyd,” she spoke, shaking her head once more. “He’d go crazy and do something we’d all regret.” She paused and looked over at Larry’s body passed out on the floor. “He’s sorry, I know he is. He didn’t mean to, it was an accident. Plus, you said it, Jessy, he’s drunk.” She spoke desperately. “What am I going to do without him? He’s taking care of my sad, ungrateful, ass. All I had to do was tell him I was out clubbin’. It was the truth, but look what I made happen.”
I stared at her. “You must be on some fuckin’ dog food,” I spat. “Talking all that crazy Shit in my hearing range. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I have nowhere else to fuckin go, Kiery.” … “This is exactly what my Mother warned me about, everything she predicted would happen it fuckin happened. And now the only place I have left to go, is with Denali.”
“Oh, hell to the no. You ain’t staying with Denali,” Jessy spoke sternly.
“For real, you must be out your mind if you think we’re gonna’ let you stay with that prostitute.”
“She’s the only one I have left, Kiery.”
“Then who the hell are we?” Jessy questioned.
She sighed. “That’s not what I meant, Jess.”
I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed my temple. “You can come stay with me, if you want.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I couldn’t do that. Not again.”
“It’s cool, Tiffany, trust me. You had my back through worse Shit than this, it’s only fair.”
She hesitated; as if contemplating, and smiled weakly, holding her face. “Thanks.”
[.] Realization [.] - [.] Coming to understand something clearly and distinctly. [.]
{.. KIERY ..}
= = = =
“Get the fuck outta my face!” She pushed his head away with her palm. “Don’t fuckin’ talk to me, just leave me the hell alone!”
“Get the fuck outta your face? Leave you alone?” He snapped his neck back, and regained his balance much quicker than we expected. “You’re standing in my house, and you’re raising your voice at me? Don’t walk away from me, Tiffany!”
“Our house, and I’m twenty-one years old, if I want to walk away, I’ll do it!” she yelled at him adamantly. “Don’t follow me!”
“Then don’t walk away!” He grabbed her arm and spun her around before she could make it to the kitchen.
We stood to our feet immediately.
“Let go of me, now!” she scowled at him. “You’re hurting me, Larry.”
“Where the fuck are you coming from this time of the night?” he yelled back at her with enraged eyes. “Answer me!”
“Let me go, Larry!” She winced, no doubt feeling the pressure from his grip sink into her bones.
“Let her go,” I bellowed rushing to her side.
“Larry, let go!” Jessy yelled, gripping his arms.
“Where are you coming from, Tiffany!” he repeated, ignoring her yell and ours.
“You’re drunk, Larry, let her go!” Jessy screamed.
Once again, he ignored her, and his grip got tighter. Tiffany screamed and kicked his leg.
He fell to the floor in pain, gasping out a strong breath of vodka into our nostrils. Our faces bunched up, and she rubbed her left arm and walked away from him.
They fought most of the time, and I’ve seen this fight plenty in the past, but I was still a little shook because he had never held onto her arm so tight.
“Are you okay, Tiff?” I questioned, moving in her direction.
“Yeah,” she answered. She glowered at his figure on the floor and sucked her teeth. “damn lunatic.” She took a seat on one of the bar stools and ran her hands through her hair; and before she could come out of her Black, leather, BabyPhat
jacket, he jumped angrily to his feet and limped towards her.“You gon’ kick me, Tiffany?” He took off his ring, and threw it atop the counter. Before it could land, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her body off the stool and onto the floor.
Jessy and I froze in shock. It had never gone this far before.
“Stop it!” she coughed after struggling to catch her breath; having had most of the wind knocked out of her. “Larry, stop!”
I stood there, not being able to move. It was as if my feet were stapled to the floor.
I watched in horror as she kicked, and slapped frantically at his arm while he pulled her out into the living room. “Stop, Larry, you hurt me! Let me go!”
“You gon’ tell me where you’re coming from at two in the morning!” he snarled.
“No I won’t! You walk up in here at all hours and I don’t say Shit, fuck you nigga!”
That did it.
He snapped.
“So you the head Bitch, huh?” He stopped dragging her and leaned over, pulling her body towards him.
SLAP!
Her face whipped to the right and I jerked in shock, stumbling backwards.
What the fuck just happened?
He flung his hand at her face again.
SLAP! SLAP!
She fell back and I rushed forward, shoving him away from her. She crawled away to the wall, trying to cling to it and my eyes watered - nothing felt real to me at that moment … he didn’t just hit her.
I fell to my knees by her side and wrapped my arms around her, along with Jessy. She held her face and started sobbing uncontrollably and my mind started screaming. I felt deaf. I looked in his direction, and could only see his lips moving as he slowly approached us; with sympathy written all over his face.
I rose to my feet and charged at him, lifting my leg before slamming my foot into his chest. He stumbled backward and landed into the wall, causing the framed portrait to shatter on his head. I watched as he slowly slid to the floor and turned to Tiffany -- who was still being comforted by Jessy. “This is it, Tiffany. This Shit has got to end.”
“He’s never done this before, Kiery, I swear. I don’t know what got into him.”
“Vodka. That’s what the fuck got into him,” Jessy bellowed. “I have a mind to report his ass.”
“No, Jess, don’t. Please. The last people we need are the police.”
“Well, you can’t stay here, Tiffany. This Shit is only gonna’ get worse.”
“And where the hell am I supposed to go, Jessy?” she spat. “This is my house too, remember?”
“Well, she’s right, you can’t stay here. And if not for the fact that you two are always fighting, then for the fact that you might get killed the next time around,” I informed.
She looked at me for a while; as if processing the words I just let out, and buried her face into her hands. She was in pain. And not so much physically … but emotionally.
Tiffany Ranee Ford, was a close friend of mine, and had been married to Larry Ford for the past three years. She was a Ford Model, and he was the C.E.O. Or at least, since his father died, and it’s been nothing but drama ever since.
He considered her his property because he - and I quote - “discovered” her. And, apparently, if it wasn’t for him, she would be nothing.
However, if you ask me, and everyone else that knew Tiffany before he came along; she had it going on. She was on top of her game and was never deprived of anything. But being born into a wealthy family, that came as a ‘no brainer’.
The saying goes: “Money can’t buy you happiness.” But in Tiffany’s case, it could buy her a yacht that she could place right next to it.
Though, that wasn’t the case anymore … not since she moved out of her parents’ estate, and into the penthouse she co-owned with Lamarr. They disowned her, and she saw no problem with it. Lamarr was her everything. And now she had to do something that was way past due. She had to leave him. And in reality, she had nowhere to go.
“Oh, God. What am I going to do?”
“You could always try to make amends with your folks,” Jessy opted.
She shook her head. “I can’t go home, they won’t let me back.”
“Well, you could tell Banks, or go stay with him.” Jessy was really trying to better the situation.
“I can’t tell Lloyd,” she spoke, shaking her head once more. “He’d go crazy and do something we’d all regret.” She paused and looked over at Larry’s body passed out on the floor. “He’s sorry, I know he is. He didn’t mean to, it was an accident. Plus, you said it, Jessy, he’s drunk.” She spoke desperately. “What am I going to do without him? He’s taking care of my sad, ungrateful, ass. All I had to do was tell him I was out clubbin’. It was the truth, but look what I made happen.”
I stared at her. “You must be on some fuckin’ dog food,” I spat. “Talking all that crazy Shit in my hearing range. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I have nowhere else to fuckin go, Kiery.” … “This is exactly what my Mother warned me about, everything she predicted would happen it fuckin happened. And now the only place I have left to go, is with Denali.”
“Oh, hell to the no. You ain’t staying with Denali,” Jessy spoke sternly.
“For real, you must be out your mind if you think we’re gonna’ let you stay with that prostitute.”
“She’s the only one I have left, Kiery.”
“Then who the hell are we?” Jessy questioned.
She sighed. “That’s not what I meant, Jess.”
I ran my hand through my hair and rubbed my temple. “You can come stay with me, if you want.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I couldn’t do that. Not again.”
“It’s cool, Tiffany, trust me. You had my back through worse Shit than this, it’s only fair.”
She hesitated; as if contemplating, and smiled weakly, holding her face. “Thanks.”
199 Re: The Storm(2009) (COMPLETED) Fri Sep 04, 2009 3:15 pm
heatRAE!
changed title ....i lik the catch to it lol
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