Afterward, he didn’t rush to get me in bed or attempt to get intimate with me. We actually cuddled on the cozy bed and talked. With my head on his stomach, I learned quite a bit about his upbringing.
He had been given a lot on a silver platter. Don’t get me wrong. He worked hard for everything he received, but his parents owned a sports apparel manufacturing plant in Los Angeles. Money wasn’t an issue for him. He grew up with his mother, father, one sister, and a brother. He attended private schools, excelled academically and in sports, and dated girls from affluent families. His family even owned a summer home. After graduating from college and working for the family-owned business for a few years, he wanted to branch out on his own for a change. Be his own man. Test his wings. He had heard so much about Atlanta that it was his first choice.
Literally, as the sun was rising over the city, we made the most delicious, sweetest love. Slow and easy. I felt Drake down to my soul. He made me understand and appreciate the meaning of feeling like a woman. With every touch, I grew to crave him. He made love to my entire body, mind, and soul. Drake didn’t rush; he reveled in loving and caressing every inch of me. He asked what felt good. He watched to gauge my reaction to things he did to me. Drake wanted to possess me. I wanted him to love me. And love and possession don’t mix….
By Saturday morning we were so tired that we slept, wrapped in each other’s arms, until almost noon. I never imagined being so safe and protected. After I woke up to tender kisses, we made love two more times, took our showers, and had a light lunch in one of the restaurants downstairs. The salmon salad with iced tea was excellent. After checkout, we weren’t ready to part company, so we rode out to Lenox Mall and shopped for a couple of hours. We giggled, held hands, and French kissed like two teenagers. Drake bought me a gorgeous Coach bag. It didn’t matter that the price tag was almost $2,000; he didn’t bat an eye at the price. When he declared that he had to have his woman dressed to the nines, I beamed because I knew he was claiming me as his woman. He had already claimed and tamed my pussy.
Yeah, that was the best date ever. It was perfect. Unfortunately, Drake wasn’t. Not by a long shot. However, it took months for me to discover that tidbit of information. That revelation would have saved me so much heartache and pain. Looking back, the signs were there. Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Chapter 13
“Hey, I’m in the lobby. Come on down, girl. I’m starving,” Taylor screamed into the phone, hanging up before I could manage more than a simple greeting.
“I’ll be right down,” I said to a dead line.
Today was Valentine’s Day, and I almost didn’t come to work. I seriously contemplated calling in sick. I didn’t feel like seeing my coworkers’ cubicles overflowing with beautiful red roses and cards, or hearing them boast about what their boyfriends or husbands were doing for them, or where they were taking them for Valentine’s Day.
It seemed everyone was in a relationship or had that special someone in their life to love them, but me. I had no one. I was all alone. Drake was history after what happened that night.
Even Taylor, who went through men like ruined and discarded stockings, had been dating this one guy on a regular basis. Regular for Taylor meant for more than a month. I have to admit, I was more than a bit jealous. Sometimes, I wished I were more like her. Taylor was outgoing, chipper, and gorgeous. I don’t think she ever met anyone who wasn’t a friend. She was the type of person who would strike up a conversation in an elevator with a complete stranger, while most of us would be staring at the ceiling or the doors and waiting for them to open. Taylor would walk off the elevator with a business card and plans to hook up later at happy hour.
After making it down to the lobby, stepping off the
He had been given a lot on a silver platter. Don’t get me wrong. He worked hard for everything he received, but his parents owned a sports apparel manufacturing plant in Los Angeles. Money wasn’t an issue for him. He grew up with his mother, father, one sister, and a brother. He attended private schools, excelled academically and in sports, and dated girls from affluent families. His family even owned a summer home. After graduating from college and working for the family-owned business for a few years, he wanted to branch out on his own for a change. Be his own man. Test his wings. He had heard so much about Atlanta that it was his first choice.
Literally, as the sun was rising over the city, we made the most delicious, sweetest love. Slow and easy. I felt Drake down to my soul. He made me understand and appreciate the meaning of feeling like a woman. With every touch, I grew to crave him. He made love to my entire body, mind, and soul. Drake didn’t rush; he reveled in loving and caressing every inch of me. He asked what felt good. He watched to gauge my reaction to things he did to me. Drake wanted to possess me. I wanted him to love me. And love and possession don’t mix….
By Saturday morning we were so tired that we slept, wrapped in each other’s arms, until almost noon. I never imagined being so safe and protected. After I woke up to tender kisses, we made love two more times, took our showers, and had a light lunch in one of the restaurants downstairs. The salmon salad with iced tea was excellent. After checkout, we weren’t ready to part company, so we rode out to Lenox Mall and shopped for a couple of hours. We giggled, held hands, and French kissed like two teenagers. Drake bought me a gorgeous Coach bag. It didn’t matter that the price tag was almost $2,000; he didn’t bat an eye at the price. When he declared that he had to have his woman dressed to the nines, I beamed because I knew he was claiming me as his woman. He had already claimed and tamed my pussy.
Yeah, that was the best date ever. It was perfect. Unfortunately, Drake wasn’t. Not by a long shot. However, it took months for me to discover that tidbit of information. That revelation would have saved me so much heartache and pain. Looking back, the signs were there. Hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Chapter 13
“Hey, I’m in the lobby. Come on down, girl. I’m starving,” Taylor screamed into the phone, hanging up before I could manage more than a simple greeting.
“I’ll be right down,” I said to a dead line.
Today was Valentine’s Day, and I almost didn’t come to work. I seriously contemplated calling in sick. I didn’t feel like seeing my coworkers’ cubicles overflowing with beautiful red roses and cards, or hearing them boast about what their boyfriends or husbands were doing for them, or where they were taking them for Valentine’s Day.
It seemed everyone was in a relationship or had that special someone in their life to love them, but me. I had no one. I was all alone. Drake was history after what happened that night.
Even Taylor, who went through men like ruined and discarded stockings, had been dating this one guy on a regular basis. Regular for Taylor meant for more than a month. I have to admit, I was more than a bit jealous. Sometimes, I wished I were more like her. Taylor was outgoing, chipper, and gorgeous. I don’t think she ever met anyone who wasn’t a friend. She was the type of person who would strike up a conversation in an elevator with a complete stranger, while most of us would be staring at the ceiling or the doors and waiting for them to open. Taylor would walk off the elevator with a business card and plans to hook up later at happy hour.
After making it down to the lobby, stepping off the
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