The Truth Behind The Lies (21 page)

Oh my yes. He began to slowly roll around inside me. Just a little to the left and then a little the right. Then he mixed it up and hit my walls in sensual zigzags.

I moaned all kinds of incoherent shit. My body was responding to his every move. He wasn’t fucking me now. He was making love to me. He wrapped his hands under my body and his fingers rubbed over my clit. His body weight was pressed into my back. He was slowly moving inside me and hitting every available wet spot.

Bash had magically started chipping away at the brick and mortar I had built around my heart. This was becoming too damn emotional for me. I felt tears pool in my eyes although they were closed shut. I couldn’t hold in my tears. They seeped out the corners of my eyes. I was silently crying and I was so glad Bash couldn’t see my face.

I’m officially dick whipped. He has me.

“Aghhhhh!!!” Sighs just kept pouring out of me. I could barely hear Bash over myself. He was grunting lowly and he even said fuck a few times.

I was so close to orgasm when Bash decided to flip me over. He lowered himself back inside me. My legs raised and locked to his waist. He lowered his face to kiss me on the lips.

“This feels nice.” He smiled.

“Yes.” A handshake feels nice. This feels like heaven.

Bash smoothed my wet and matted hair with his hand. “You are so beautiful.” He said.

What a thing to say with ones gigantic penis inside me. I squeezed my muscles together and gripped my lover’s pole.

“Umm!!!” He moaned. “You want more.”

“Yes Bash. Give me more.” What a damn tease this man is.

Bash gave me a quick peck on my lips. “Here you go babe.” He eyes got hooded. He pulled out to the head and slammed down deep inside me.

He started pounding me hard and fast. So fast in fact I couldn’t keep up. I gave up on trying. His workouts must be intense. I felt like I was losing pounds with all the work he was putting in.

I was being tossed around like a sex slave. I liked it a lot. Straight up loved it. I didn’t have to think about it. It was just happening to me without my verbal consent but with my silent stamp of approval. I was use to men pulling out all their sex tricks the first time but Bash was pulling tricks out of foreign countries. I loss count of how many sexual positions he put me in. These were positions I had never tried before. He was good at making love. He was so great at fucking. Damn he was really great at fucking. Who would have known? Now I do.

This guy right here. He has me all shook up.

I hate him. I can’t believe this cock and bullshit.

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TUESDAY
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I woke up a little after Bash in his huge bedroom. He had removed himself from between my legs, showered and dressed for work. My eyes adjusted to him looking dapper and well put together. I’m sure I look a hot mess. My fresh perm got sweated out last night.

“Good morning.” Bash was standing before me with a cup of coffee.

I took the cup. “Morning.” I took a sip from the coffee mug to distract from my feelings of looking terrible. I pulled the sheet up to cover my nude body. I wasn’t wearing any damn thing.

Bash bent and reached for my chin. He tried to kiss me but I placed my palm over his lips.

“What?” He backed away.

“Morning breath and coffee. No way. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I brushed mine. That should cancel you out.”

“Nope.” That’s stupid.

“You are so adorable.”

No I’m not. I can taste my own breath and I’m not pleased.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked.

“I know you were tired. I was going to wake you in ten minutes.”

“How long have you been up?”

“Just two hours.”

“Jesus.” I took another gulp from the coffee mug and then sat it on the bedside table.

“I needed to work out. Hey, I didn’t hurt you yesterday did I?”

Which time? The first time you had me right after work. Or the second time you had me after dinner? Or the third time you woke me up at two in the morning and fucked me until I was numb, sore and than numb again.

The way he took his time made me feel special. The way he savored every inch of me made me feel treasured.

“Nina, did I hurt you?”

“No.”

“You sure? You could barely move the last time I --.”

“I was tired. I didn’t know you would be so virile.”

“I let my enthusiasm get the better of me. I’m sorry if I was too much.”

“It was fine, better than fine.”

“Look babe, I have to get to work. There’s a crisis that only I can handle. You can just maneuver around the house. Take your time. I will see you back here after work, right?”

“Yes.” Your dick didn’t scare me away Mr. Vandervol.

“If you arrive before me just come in and do whatever you like.”

“I will just ring the bell.”

He chuckled. “The door is never locked. Just come in and make yourself at home. Your name is at the security gate. Your plates are recorded. You can come and go as you please. The gate security knows you have been granted unlimited access.”

That sounds elitist. “Okay.” I didn’t have much to say after that.

“There’s food in the kitchen. There’s more coffee in the kitchen. I will see you in a few hours.”

“Okay.”

Bash walked over to me. I watched him carefully. I was completely unaware of what he was going to do. He pushed both of my shoulders back with his palms moving me flat on my back. He climbed on top of me and leered down at me.

Oh! He kissed my dirty stinking mouth. He straight tongued me down. He groped my breast hard and kneaded my soft flesh. I had to kiss him back and I did. His mouth tasted minty fresh while I was sure mine tasted like coffee and hot garbage. No matter, he was playing with my tongue and I loved every second of it.

He eventually pulled away and smiled at me. “I will see you later.” He stood up completely.

“Yes.”

“You need to brush your teeth.” His lips curled into a devious smile.

Ugh! I sat up, grabbed a pillow off the bed and hurled it at him. He moved to the side and the pillow missed him. He sure can move them hips. Memories.

“You’re dangerous.” Bash grabbed the pillow from the floor. He tossed it on the bed beside me. “Later.”

He turned and left me alone in his bedroom, in his house. There is a level of trust we have now. Oddly I think it was there from the moment he took my hand and led me to the coffee shop. I have never felt so, I don’t know, happy.

I got up and my limbs felt like jelly. Bash’s enthusiasm made me lethargic. I could sleep for another eight hours. Technically I didn’t sleep for eight hours last night. He woke me up at around two with his dick.

Falling asleep nude made it easy for him to just stick it in when he felt like it. I have never felt so wanted. I wonder if it will last. Things always start off hot and steamy. Only time will reveal how he really feels about me.

I took a hot shower and got dressed in the clean clothes I bought over. I did my hair and makeup and I was glad Bash had left before me. I could take my time and not worry about him seeing my miraculous transformation.

I hated when men said dumb shit like, why you putting on makeup? Or, why you always curling your hair? I always have to smile and suppress my true thoughts. I really want to say, the same reason yo’ mama wears them five dollar synthetic Wheezy Jefferson wigs. But I don’t say that. I just get tired of men trying to judge, guide or dictate my grooming standards, my fashion sense or my money. I just can’t. I hope Bash isn’t like that. He claims he won’t judge me but I soon will see. He did kiss my rancid mouth. He gets two points for that ratchetness.

I grabbed my purse and bag and I ventured downstairs. I had my empty coffee mug and I planned on returning to the kitchen. I also wanted to get another look around. I walked into the kitchen. I debated whether I should get another cup of coffee. I decided against it and put my mug into the sink.

“Who are you?” I heard a man’s voice behind me. I thought it was Bash. I turned to see a younger version of Bash. He had the same eyes, cheekbones, chin and flaxen hair. Ohhhh! The son. He’s so adorable. He’s so tall.

“I’m your dad’s friend Nina.”

He did that long pause thing just like his father. He approached me with his extended hand. Oh my, he has manners.

I took his hand and we shook. “Nina, I’m Jax.” He let go of my hand and took a step back. “I didn’t know my father had a girlfriend.”

“Friend, we’re friends.”

“Sleepover friends.” He chuckled just like his father. “It’s cool. I guess you’re trying to figure things out.”

“I guess.”

“Where’s my old man?”

“He left for work already.”

“Any coffee left?”

“Yes.” I moved to the side. I was blocking the coffee pot.

“Great.”

“It was nice to meet you Jax but I have to go to work too.”

“You have a job?”

I smiled. “Yeah.” I started heading for the hall.

“That’s what’s up, Nina, friend of my father. Have a great day.”

“Yes, Jax son of Bash. You too.”

He grinned just like Bash. “Hey my father is a little fragile. So please, I implore you, try not to break his heart.”

“I would never, ever do that.” I stressed the never and the ever. I was really being really honest and truthful. Hurting Bash was not something I could even visualize. These twelve days with him were the best I ever had with any man. Ever.

“Cool.” He flashed his dimples.

I left Bash’s doppelgänger alone in the kitchen pouring coffee. Doppelgänger probably the only German word I know.

***

I made it to work but I was a little late. I wasn’t in a rush. I was trying to preserve my enjoyment. I didn’t punch a clock so it really didn’t matter. I daydreamed the day away mostly. I thought about the sex and Bash and more sex and Bash. I was still tired but sated in a way I had never felt in my life. I even got moist thinking about Bash and the sex. Thank god for pantyliners. I needed to stop off at home and grab more clothes. I had to be over at Bash’s place. I guess I didn’t have to be but it was where I wanted to be.

I drove home after work and pulled into my garage. I was only going to take a few minutes to gather my things. The plan was to run right back out and head over to Cedar Creek Estates. I stepped out the driver’s side and reached in for my bags.

“You changed the locks.”

His voice startled me. My heart hammered in my chest. David. He must have ducked under my garage door when it was going down. I didn’t even notice him.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to contain my budding fear.

“I’m talking to you.” He was right in my face. He abruptly pinned me up against my car.

“Goddamn David. I have an order of protection.”

“I don’t care.”

I was holding my cell in my palm. I raised it to dial the police when David quickly knocked the cell from my hand. It went skidding somewhere under my car. My heartbeat lurched. What was he going to do?

“You didn’t come home last night.”

“I was with Tangie.” I lied to get out of the situation.

“Are you sure you weren’t with that white motherfucker.”

“What white motherfucker?” Play dumb. It works ninety percent of the time.

“Dude with the Porsche.”

“I was with Tangie.”

“I want you back. I’m tired of playing these stupid games. I said I was sorry. I’m tired of you playing hard.”

I’m not even playing. “David you better get your damn hands off me.”

“What you gonna do?”

I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. I didn’t wait for him to fall to his knees. I ran to the door that led into the condo complex. I had my keys in my hand and I got up to my apartment and called the police. He was gone before they arrived but I had a record of his harassment. I didn’t have any witnesses. What the fuck was he thinking?

I was really a little shaken up. He ruffed me up a bit. He had never put his hands on me. This was desperate and fucked up, even for him.

The police advised me to stay somewhere else for the night if I didn’t feel safe. I really didn’t feel safe. I grabbed my clothes and packed my things while cop one and cop two waited in my living room. I was already going over to Bash’s but now I had a good reason.

I called Tangie on the way to Bash’s to fill her in on my psycho exes antics. She was just as surprised as I was. Damn, this is really abnormal behavior for David. He’s so confident and self-assured. This behavior is pathetic. Is he really chasing me? He has money. He could easily just get another version of me, a younger more agreeable version. He could even make her Hispanic or Latino. They’re in style now.

I watched my back after that, every single day after that.