Blissfully In Love

Nearly two weeks had passed since our confession of love to one another in Orlando. And I had avoided having the conversation with Richard. It wasn’t as if he had called me every day. He was a busy man, but he had called a couple of times to ask me when I wanted to visit him in Boston.

The truth of the matter was Mario had changed his mind about me ending my little romance with Richard in person. He was already protective of me before Orlando, but after that trip, he was even more protective. Not in a bad way, he just wanted to protect his interest.

I sighed as I sat at my desk on October 25th staring at pictures of fabric and designs. This was a conversation that needed to happen. Yet I felt conflicted about having it. I didn’t want to hurt Richard. He had been sweet to me.

My cellphone sounded, it was my girl Jade, “Hey sis, what’s up?” she asked as she looked at me through her screen.

“Nothing much, how are you?”

She chuckled, “Um, heifer, what’s wrong?”

“Mario told me he loved me.”

“That’s a good thing, right?”

“Yes. But—”

“Richard?”

“What do I do about Richard?”

“Girl, Richard will be okay. Besides—”

“What?”

She looked around. I could see her walking to another area of her office, “Bill is under the impression that his mom and dad are trying to work things out?”

My face scrunched, “Wait, what?” I responded. I didn’t understand that part. How was he asking me to visit him in Boston if he was fucking with his ex-wife? I was a little salty.

“Well, at least you have Mario and he’s better for you anyway.”

“Um,” I replied. I wasn’t hearing that bull shit. I was still salty. “Well, I guess that’s that.”

“Are you disappointed?”

I sighed. Part of me was. I wanted to think I was something special not just some side chick he was fucking while he figured things out with his ex-wife. “Nah, I’m fine. You’re right. It’s probably better this way.”

My work phone sounded. “I have to call you back.”

“Okay boo, talk to you later.”

I ended the call with Jade and answered my work phone, “Decadent Designs, Lelani speaking.”

I heard a chuckle that sounded oh too familiar, “Lelani Carter,” I heard the rich tone of the bass in his voice. I shook my head because it both annoyed me, yet turned me the fuck on.

“How did you get this number?”

“Come on Lelani, it’s 2021, I can Google just about anything on anyone.”

“Okay. But why are you calling sir?” I asked with an attitude. It was Dr. Gregory St. James my former professor also known as the married man I fucked in college.

He chuckled, “I was calling because I’m moving to the bay area and I need someone to help with decorating my new home.”

“Seriously, there are dozens of interior designers in the bay area. Call one of them.”

“That’s rude of you. I’m only seeking professional services.”

I laughed, “Um professional services. Um, I don’t know.”

“Is it because you’re still attracted to me?”

“Sir, please.”

“Then accept my offer. I close on the property on November 5th. I’ll send you the address and you can tell me what ideas you have for my new place.”

I rolled my eyes so hard, but it was a job. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ll see you then around 4:00 pm.”

The call ended. My lips were stuck out. I didn’t want to see him. Why was he moving to the bay area? Geesh, I was happy when I thought I left him in Orlando. I grunted.

My cellphone sounded. I saw Richard’s name. I answered, “Hi there.” I was prepping myself for the whole, “it’s not you, it’s me…” speech.

“Hi beautiful, how are you?”

“I’m well,” I said as I toyed with a pen on my desk, “About me visiting you—”

“That’s precisely why I called, things will be a little crazy here, but I was hoping that I could see you the first week in December.”

I scratched my head. What in the world, “Richard—”

“Listen, I have to run. I have a meeting in five minutes. I’ll call you later.”

I sat baffled. What the hell was trying to do? I hope he didn’t think I was about to be his side chick. I never thought of myself as a side chick material. Besides…I had unknowingly done that in college and it was not a good feeling. Constantly waiting on Greg to devote stolen morsels of time to me.

This was insane, I thought. I heard a tap on my office door and moments later it opened. Mario’s fine ass stood there with a bag of food, “I brought you some lunch.”

I watched as he walked over to set the food on my desk, “Why are you looking at me like that,” he asked with a huge grin.

I stood and walked over to him and kissed him, “Because you look so fucking sexy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, did you lock the door?”

He grinned. He would come to deliver me lunch most days and every time, I’d end up eating it at my desk after he left.

Our lips locked and our tongues danced. His hands rubbed and grabbed all over me. I reached inside and pulled out his full cock. He picked me up and sat me on the desk, moved the panties to the side, and plunged inside, “Oh god yes, papi.”

One leg over his shoulder, the other dandled and his cock thrusting inside of me. I loved the faces he made as he fucked my tight little cunt. He meant business. I often wondered if the nearby business owners heard as we carried on. I would try my best to be as quiet as I could, but my man had some good dick and he loved to hear me.

“Yes, fuck yes, papi.”

“Si mami, si.”

I played with my clit and even though I had reached my peak twice, he kept going. He picked me up. One foot touched the floor, the other still on his shoulder. Our eyes were locked. It was an amazing intense feeling. He was all I needed and wanted. I kissed him, “Ahhhhhhhh, ummmm,” I uttered. It was done. He had filled me with his substance. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you happy mami?”

“Yes, papi.” I was so happy. I had finally found my mate. In a year if things worked out, I could be Mrs. Perez. I could have a child may be twins, a girl, and a boy, and be done. My mind was already on decorating our home and what kind of family vacations we’d take.

He pulled out of my dripping cunt, “I love having lunch with you.”

I smiled. I was getting used to our lunch dates. “One of these days, we’ll eat lunch.”

He laughed, “One day.”

After we cleaned up, he left. I sat at my desk and ate the jerk chicken wings and rice and peas he brought me from the Jamaican restaurant I loved. I had the most amazing feeling inside. If there was a way to bottle that feeling and sell it…lord knows I would have made a killing.