Chapter Seven

The day had come. It was time to see what Jefferson was all about. I wasn’t in the mood to be around a lot of people. So, I suggested that we meet where we first met, the Riverwalk. There were plenty of restaurants in the area where we could stop if we wanted.

I wore a fitted jean embroidered dress and some gladiator sandals because I knew we’d be walking or standing. “So, what do you do?” I asked.

“I’m a finance manager at a dealership,” he responded.

“And you work with my brother as an auditor. He tells me you’re like the go-to person.”

I smiled, “He’s too kind.”

“Modesty looks great on you.”

I blushed. I stopped and looked into his eyes, “Tell me, what exactly are you expecting out of this.”

He shrugged, “I mean…the same thing most nice guys expect.”

I nodded, “Sex or an actual relationship?”

He laughed, “I want a relationship. And you know sex when it comes to that.”

I sighed, “I don’t know. I just feel like, you haven’t thought about this all the way through.”

“About what, being with a beautiful woman, that’s smart and successful.”

“Look at me.”

“Okay.”

I shook my head, “Why do you think I asked to go someplace where there weren’t many people?”

“Your vitiligo doesn’t change how I feel.”

“You say that now. I just don’t want you to feel awkward when people look at me, like stare or make off comments, it can be a lot. Like, you’re such a nice guy—”

“Then let me prove myself to you. I like you, Elise.”

I sighed, “Can we just be friends for a few months, hang out, see how it goes, if you still think you want this, then I’ll let down my guard…a little,” I smiled.

“I can do that and I’m pretty sure nothing will change between now and then, but okay.”

“Can we get dessert?” I asked nicely.

“Oh, now you want desert,” he joked, “Come on, where you want to go?”

Honestly, I had a great time with Jefferson. I was finally at home ready to unwind when Onyx’s line rang. It was Ashton. I smiled, “Hola, how’s Puerto Rico?” I asked.

The last time we were together, supposedly, he was going to Puerto Rico to get married. So, I was surprised to hear from him so soon.

“Ay mami, I’m here and I want to see you.”

“Did you get married?”

He laughed. That poor girl. He had been stringing her along for almost a year, changing the date. “Let me guess, the date changed.”

“It wasn’t me this time, I swear.”

I laughed. It didn’t matter. I was in the mood. “I can be there in an hour.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

The call ended and I got ready.

I put on a black shirt dress with my red heels and headed out the door to meet him at his place, a cute rustic home off the beaten path. I loved going there because I could be as loud as I wanted and with him, getting loud was almost a given.

Ashton was this smooth caramel color, had this wavy black hair he kept cut short and even all over. His mother was Puerto Rican and his father was Jamaican and Indian. He spoke three languages and his sex game was fire.

He owned several body shops and car washes. He liked to give me jewelry. He kept my neck and wrist iced out.

When I got to his place, he opened the door and kissed my lips, “Hola mami.”

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in and kissed him more passionately. He smiled and turned me around, lifted my dress, and pressed his way inside, “Damn mami, you must have really missed me.”

I was already wet thinking about his cock on the drive over and he wasted no time penetrating. I was pressed against the wall.

“I did papi.”

He pulled me back and walked me over to the sofa. I held onto the back of it, while he gripped my hips.

He loved doing it from behind. He liked to watch his penis enter me repeatedly and smack my ass while talking shit, “Is it mine, mami?”

“Si papi, es tuyo,” I replied. He taught me some Spanish just so I could respond to him while having sex. He pulled out just so he could lick and kiss my ass.

He turned me around, lifted my leg, and entered again. He sucked my nipples. “I love your pussy mami.”

“You love it papi?”

“Si mami. So fucking good.”

My walls closed in on him and he said, “That’s it mami, squeeze that shit on my dick, yeah, yeah.”

By the end of the night, we both lay on the sofa, panting. We had fallen asleep for an hour or so. I woke up and moved. And I felt his arm pull me in closer to him, “Not yet mamita.”

He kissed my neck and said, “I don’t know when I’ll see you again.” He eased around and laid on top of me and looked down just before drizzling kisses all over me.

I felt as he penetrated and held steady, pushing deep, holding my right leg up, “Fuck papi,” I said.

Little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He started speaking in Spanish, “I wish you could be mine, only mine, forever.”

I wondered if he truly meant that. Would he mean it if I showed him, the real me? No. He only meant that about Onyx. Onyx got the men. They wanted her. She was confident, sexy, and brilliant.

I kissed him and smiled.