love to Jacob. She kissed his lips softly, she touched every one of his sweet spots, and she gave him her all. He was hers and she made sure that she fucked him like he would always be hers, just hers.
Beautiful Liar
Jacob and Annabelle spent 45 minutes devouring one another. After, they relaxed in bed as Jacob planned his exit. Leaving her wasn’t always easy, not that he thought it would ever be. Lost in his thoughts, Jacob didn’t hear Annabelle's question.
“Are you listening to me, Jacob?”
Snapped out of his thoughts, Jacob sat up. “What time is it?” Jacob asked as he slid off the bed. “They are going to kill me for taking such a long break.” As he got dressed, Jacob received a text. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened. He hurriedly got dressed as the text engulfed his brain causing him to tune Annabelle out.
“So, is that a yes?”
“Huh? Yes, whatever you want, babe. Look, I have to go, but text me. I love you.”
Annabelle didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Jacob hurried out of her room and out of her front door as soon as he got his clothes on. Normally, Annabelle would have given him hell, but her thoughts were on the night to come. It was rare that she got to spend time with Jacob at night. He was always working late or taking some client out for dinner. As soon as he left, she showered and started planning their night.
Liquor Store Revelations
Everything was ready. The steaks would not be cooked until Jacob arrived. The champagne was chilling, the lights were low, and Anita Baker played in the background. She was Jacob’s favorite and had grown on Annabelle. That’s one thing she could credit Jacob for. He took her out of a world that was filled with only rappers and introduced her to jazz, blues, and acid jazz. Her palate had evolved when it came to music and he was teaching her so much more. It was after seven. She told Jacob to be there by 6:30, but he was always late. Annabelle enjoyed another glass of red wine as she waited.
Once eight o’clock hit, she decided to text Jacob. “Where are you, boo? Dinner’s getting cold and so am I.” She waited… nothing. By 8:30, she was texting him every five minutes but still, no answer. She paced her living room floor wondering if something could have happened to him. He never said that he was coming and didn’t show up, he always called or at the very least, texted when he got caught up at work. Frustrated and in fear that Jacob may be laying on the side of the street somewhere, Annabelle turned off the fire under her food and headed out of the door. She went straight to Jacob’s work only to find that all of the lights were out and the building was locked. Again, she texted him, even tried to call him, still, nothing. FUCK IT, she thought. She was going to stop at his house. She thought that maybe he could have fallen asleep, but once she got there, no one answered the door.
Feeling lost and worried, Annabelle hopped in her car and just drove. All kinds of crazy thoughts littered her mind. Car crashes, robberies, murders, anything could have happened to her man. Where could he be? Could he have some side chick that she didn’t know about? Her insides burned at just the thought. He wouldn’t dare. She would kill him and he knew it, or he should know that she wouldn’t tolerate him having another woman. At a red light, Annabelle texted Jacob again. “What in the hell is going on, I’m worried. Call me ASAP!” As she drove, she checked her phone over and over, yet still, no text. She was going to need something stronger than the champagne she had on ice. She drove to her neighborhood liquor store and picked up a bottle of peach Ciroc . Annabelle exited the store, got in her car, and popped the bottle open. She knew that she shouldn’t drink and drive, but she just wanted a few swigs. Plus, she wasn’t too far from home. Thinking of Jacob with another woman was making
Beautiful Liar
Jacob and Annabelle spent 45 minutes devouring one another. After, they relaxed in bed as Jacob planned his exit. Leaving her wasn’t always easy, not that he thought it would ever be. Lost in his thoughts, Jacob didn’t hear Annabelle's question.
“Are you listening to me, Jacob?”
Snapped out of his thoughts, Jacob sat up. “What time is it?” Jacob asked as he slid off the bed. “They are going to kill me for taking such a long break.” As he got dressed, Jacob received a text. He picked up his phone and his eyes widened. He hurriedly got dressed as the text engulfed his brain causing him to tune Annabelle out.
“So, is that a yes?”
“Huh? Yes, whatever you want, babe. Look, I have to go, but text me. I love you.”
Annabelle didn’t get a chance to say anything else. Jacob hurried out of her room and out of her front door as soon as he got his clothes on. Normally, Annabelle would have given him hell, but her thoughts were on the night to come. It was rare that she got to spend time with Jacob at night. He was always working late or taking some client out for dinner. As soon as he left, she showered and started planning their night.
Liquor Store Revelations
Everything was ready. The steaks would not be cooked until Jacob arrived. The champagne was chilling, the lights were low, and Anita Baker played in the background. She was Jacob’s favorite and had grown on Annabelle. That’s one thing she could credit Jacob for. He took her out of a world that was filled with only rappers and introduced her to jazz, blues, and acid jazz. Her palate had evolved when it came to music and he was teaching her so much more. It was after seven. She told Jacob to be there by 6:30, but he was always late. Annabelle enjoyed another glass of red wine as she waited.
Once eight o’clock hit, she decided to text Jacob. “Where are you, boo? Dinner’s getting cold and so am I.” She waited… nothing. By 8:30, she was texting him every five minutes but still, no answer. She paced her living room floor wondering if something could have happened to him. He never said that he was coming and didn’t show up, he always called or at the very least, texted when he got caught up at work. Frustrated and in fear that Jacob may be laying on the side of the street somewhere, Annabelle turned off the fire under her food and headed out of the door. She went straight to Jacob’s work only to find that all of the lights were out and the building was locked. Again, she texted him, even tried to call him, still, nothing. FUCK IT, she thought. She was going to stop at his house. She thought that maybe he could have fallen asleep, but once she got there, no one answered the door.
Feeling lost and worried, Annabelle hopped in her car and just drove. All kinds of crazy thoughts littered her mind. Car crashes, robberies, murders, anything could have happened to her man. Where could he be? Could he have some side chick that she didn’t know about? Her insides burned at just the thought. He wouldn’t dare. She would kill him and he knew it, or he should know that she wouldn’t tolerate him having another woman. At a red light, Annabelle texted Jacob again. “What in the hell is going on, I’m worried. Call me ASAP!” As she drove, she checked her phone over and over, yet still, no text. She was going to need something stronger than the champagne she had on ice. She drove to her neighborhood liquor store and picked up a bottle of peach Ciroc . Annabelle exited the store, got in her car, and popped the bottle open. She knew that she shouldn’t drink and drive, but she just wanted a few swigs. Plus, she wasn’t too far from home. Thinking of Jacob with another woman was making
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