[kaleidoscopejoe]

Spoiled Fruit

[kaleidoscopejoe]

Ten minutes? Ten minutes?! This was a clear indication Beck was ditching her uppity friends to come and be with him.

This was good.

What wasn’t good, was the fact that he’d recently been going through his box of perverse treasures. When he couldn’t have Beck, he had the second best thing. He brought down the box daily since their fight, mostly so the memory wouldn’t fade. One inhale of her panty fabric, and Joe could recall other things that were fuzzy. Her scent. The way her hair looked when she woke up. How she fumbled over her words when nervous. Beck was a masterpiece of perfection, taste in friends aside. Friends which she apparently wasn’t listening to anymore. Which made her even more irresistible. He knew she had it in her. He just needed her to see who really cared about her. Not some vapid social connection for esteem, but someone who saw her for who she really was. Imperfect, and perfect because of that.

He scrambled to stow the forbidden collection back into its box, jarred by the sudden ring of his phone. Cradling the phone between his ear and shoulder, he answered and his smile immediately grew. And when she mentioned the sex.. well, his mind was totally blank now.

“Oh, I owe you? I thought maybe you might owe me since you listened to a fruit’s opinion about me,” he jested, though his voice was tinged with seductive energy. “What is taking you so long?” he all but purred into the phone before a perfect pair of knuckles rapped his door.

He forgot everything. Including the fact that he still held the box in his hands as she knocked on his door. He ran to the other end of the apartment, carefully placing it back in its hidden space in the bathroom ceiling. He flung open the door, pulling the bubbly blonde into the apartment and flush against him, one hand on the small of her back. His lips urgently crushed against hers, an audible “mmmm” escaping from his mouth.

“I missed you SO much….” he whispered in her ear as he began trailing kisses from it and down her jawline.

[simplybeck-blog1]

Beck smiled at his response, hearing her heels click behind her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t give you the chance to explain yourself.” She said finally, looking both ways as she crossed the street as she finally appeared in front of Joe’s apartment. Hanging up the phone as she hurried to his door step, the blonde knocked three times before the door was opened and she was pulled into Joe’s arms even quicker. Once their lips were connected, any suspicion of him completely left her mind.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she returned his kiss by deepening it a bit as a smile came across her lips. “I missed you too.” She whispered back to him, eagerly pulling his face to hers to their lips could be connected again. Letting her purse fall from her arm, Beck pulled Joe by his shirt to his bed as they two fell back not breaking a single kiss. Pulling back for a moment she looked at him, smiling some as she kisses him softly. “I really am sorry...” she said softly, studying his face.

[kaleidoscopejoe]

Spoiled Fruit

 It had been exactly two weeks, four days, seven hours, and fifty minutes since the last time he’d spoken to Beck. She’d gone quiet on most of her social media platforms – a notion which drove Joe to partake in twice nightly walks in front of her place.

He knew Peach would be a problem. Frankly, he was baffled Beck couldn’t see the very poisonous intentions of the rotten girl. Perhaps she was blinded by some unconditional duty to her, no doubt due to the copious amounts of financial assistance the debutante threw at Beck. Shamelessly, as if Beck were a high class stripper on a chrome pole. Still, she danced to the beat and metaphorically shook her ass eagerly. Of course, his mind immediately went to the nefarious activities Beck could find herself in. This was another reason for his late night strolls. So far, there was no Benji replacement that he’d spotted. But there were nights she came home later than usual, which pricked his suspicion. One thing was for certain. If and when Beck came back to him, nothing would stand in their way this time. He would make certain of it. No matter what fruit would need to be plucked in the process.

He put his phone down for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Longing to message the object of both his happiness and anguish. But he couldn’t. She had been the one to request space, and the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize her reaching out to him. As if on cue, his phone dinged from its cradle between the comforter and sheet on his bed. He picked it up, his heart jumping in his throat. It was as if his thoughts called her to him. See, this… was meant to be. And he would stop at nothing to see it through.

[simplybeck-blog1]

The decision to break things off with Joe was the last thing Beck wanted out of what she thought would be a civil conversation. But, instead it turned into a complete shit show. The facts where there. Peach would never steer her wrong about a guy. In reality, all the points she was making were completely accurate and all the rest of her friends were noticing and even agreeing. But, if Peach was right about Joe, why did the space suck so bad?

After two weeks of the cold shoulder and the talk about Joe stopped, Beck decided it would be okay to finally talk to him and see how much damage had really been done. Naturally she met up with her girlfriends for lunch and listened to their conversations as she pulled her phone out of her purse. Of course, she nodded and added a few words in to make it seem like she was still listening as she scrolled to find Joe’s name in her phone. “At lunch. Can you meet after? Sorry about the last time we talked..” she typed and hit send before even thinking. Once the message was sent she dropped her phone on the table and held her breath feeling a sense of fear over her body as Peach’s voice snapped her back into reality

[kaleidoscopejoe]

Joe emitted an audible gasp at Beck’s admission. This showed hope. It showed that Beck had the ability to make her own choices, sans Peach. And still, the doubt coursed through this momentary victory. This latest fight meant Joe had a long way to go to win Beck’s unbiased affection. Was he up for the challenge?

Beck had questionable taste in friends, there was no doubt about that. As with most negative things that came up regarding Beck, he shook the thought and recalled a memory of their last intimate time together. She looked angelic, sleeping in the same spot where he often dreamed of her. Beck commandeered his side of the bed the first time they hooked up. That was Beck: her presence commanded bending toward her will. And he was the lovesick rag doll, held between her teeth. He’d dutifully swallowed down any suspicion toward Peach, knowing he needed to play nice. Yet Beck jumped at the chance to believe anything negative about him. Did she have belief in seeing any of this through?

“Already forgotten. It’s a date. Should I come to you, or you to me?” He mentally facepalmed the agreeable response. His undying support for the objects of his desire was often his undoing. Take Candace, for instance. Maybe if he hadn’t tried so hard to be the perfect boyfriend, he may have given the fiery redhead enough stimulation. And then of course, she fucked another guy. But Joe was more than eager to fall on his sword at any cost. Learning from his mistakes wasn’t his strong suit where love was concerned.

He paced around his apartment, the very thought of seeing Beck enough to doubt his connection the ground. He was in the clouds, jumping ten steps toward to the eventual space he and Beck would share forever. Away from anyone who would get in their way.

[simplybeck-blog1]

Grabbing her phone instantly at the feeling of vibration, Beck opened Joe’s message with a half smile as her friends voices began to drown out. “I can come to you. See you in 10 minutes?” She replied quickly before anyone noticed she was smiling like a moron at her phone. Placing her phone down on the table, she now needed a way out of this awful lunch date. Beck’s eyes began to wonder the buildings around them trying to find a believable excuse.

“Oh shit!” She finally said interrupting Peach and her very dramatic story. “I’m sorry guys. I totally forgot. I have to be back at my apartment like...” she stopped to look at her phone. “Now.” She got up quickly and began to give everyone a kiss on the cheek. And of course Peach started to question her about where she had to be. “They are doing this inspection thing and I have to be there. I’ll call you. Love you!” She said walking swiftly away from the restaurant. Once she was about a block away she pulled out her phone and dialed Joe’s number, chewing on her lip as the line started to ring. Hearing his voice on the line she smiled as she turned another block to see his apartment building. “I’m almost to your door. I think you owe me some great makeup sex. Don’t you think?”

[kaleidoscopejoe]

Spoiled Fruit

 It had been exactly two weeks, four days, seven hours, and fifty minutes since the last time he’d spoken to Beck. She’d gone quiet on most of her social media platforms – a notion which drove Joe to partake in twice nightly walks in front of her place.

He knew Peach would be a problem. Frankly, he was baffled Beck couldn’t see the very poisonous intentions of the rotten girl. Perhaps she was blinded by some unconditional duty to her, no doubt due to the copious amounts of financial assistance the debutante threw at Beck. Shamelessly, as if Beck were a high class stripper on a chrome pole. Still, she danced to the beat and metaphorically shook her ass eagerly. Of course, his mind immediately went to the nefarious activities Beck could find herself in. This was another reason for his late night strolls. So far, there was no Benji replacement that he’d spotted. But there were nights she came home later than usual, which pricked his suspicion. One thing was for certain. If and when Beck came back to him, nothing would stand in their way this time. He would make certain of it. No matter what fruit would need to be plucked in the process.

He put his phone down for what felt like the thousandth time that morning. Longing to message the object of both his happiness and anguish. But he couldn’t. She had been the one to request space, and the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize her reaching out to him. As if on cue, his phone dinged from its cradle between the comforter and sheet on his bed. He picked it up, his heart jumping in his throat. It was as if his thoughts called her to him. See, this… was meant to be. And he would stop at nothing to see it through.

[simplybeck-blog1]

The decision to break things off with Joe was the last thing Beck wanted out of what she thought would be a civil conversation. But, instead it turned into a complete shit show. The facts where there. Peach would never steer her wrong about a guy. In reality, all the points she was making were completely accurate and all the rest of her friends were noticing and even agreeing. But, if Peach was right about Joe, why did the space suck so bad?

After two weeks of the cold shoulder and the talk about Joe stopped, Beck decided it would be okay to finally talk to him and see how much damage had really been done. Naturally she met up with her girlfriends for lunch and listened to their conversations as she pulled her phone out of her purse. Of course, she nodded and added a few words in to make it seem like she was still listening as she scrolled to find Joe’s name in her phone. “At lunch. Can you meet after? Sorry about the last time we talked..” she typed and hit send before even thinking. Once the message was sent she dropped her phone on the table and held her breath feeling a sense of fear over her body as Peach’s voice snapped her back into reality