Waking up, I rolled out of the arms of Jermiane embrace. I carefully tiptoed to the bathroom and did a quick hygiene check. I noticed he laid out an electric toothbrush for me, and I was thankful being I used the same, just different color. After brushing my teeth, and washing my face off. I saw my hair was messy and my mind immediately drifted to last night activities and I smiled broodily.
I remember the ecstasy of it, and his lips…God, those damn lips. Last night hints of his dominate side came out, especially when he wanted me to reposition myself. So much happen in the past 20 minutes of that time I couldn’t rap my mid around everything.
Taking my hair tie lose, I retied my hair into a curly bun and tighten the tie around it. When I finish, I noticed my clothing and smiled. I couldn’t find any of my other clothes, and at the moment I didn’t feel comfortable enough to do.
Walking back into the bedroom, I notice Jermaine had cleared up the bed and laid out a fresh pair of Jeans and a Polo shirt, underneath was a pair of lace panties and a bra. I looked around for evidence of it being new, by a bag or a receipt or something, but there was nothing. I knew Jermaine wouldn’t pass down old Sub undergarments, but who knows? Taking the panties, I did the unexplainable and sniffled. They didn’t have an odor at all, but I couldn’t trust that.
“The entire set is new, I had Samantha go out and get everything. I wouldn’t ask you to wear something that was on another woman.” Jermiane stated, bring me out my spy treatment.
Turning around I seen him wrapped in a blushed towel with droplets of water dripping from her face to his chest. Once it land on his chest, I slowly traveled down to the top of the towel. I followed several water droplets into I was brought out of the thought with Jermaine hands.
His finger locked down on the water and he swiftly wipe it away. Looking up, I noticed him smiling seductively at me. He strolled towards me, grabbing my hips instantly when we became in each other reach. My arms went around his neck and I could only like the “normalness” of this situation. I wasn’t tied to a bed and spanked for speaking out of content, but I felt like he wanted and needed me, just I needed and wanted him.
“Goodmonring LaToya, did you sleep well?” Jermaine asked, burying his face in my neck. I felt his lips teasing my skin and the hair from his goatee only ticked me.
“Yes, Jermaine I did. Thanks for letting me sleep over.” I said, trying my hardest not to laugh at the ticking sensations.
“No problem, if I remember correctly, we both got something out of it.” I didn’t know what he meant by that so I only smiled and let him finished his teasing.
Once he came up, he looked totally different. He looked like he was young and free.
“I have a meeting to attend in 45 minutes, but if you want you can stay here for a while.” Jermaine said taking his hands off me. He walked towards his closet and heard him shuffling around looking for what I assume would be the prefect attire to his meeting.
While he did that, I moved around looking for any of my things. Slipping on my panties, I took off Jermaine t-shirt and tossed it beside the clothes lying on his bed.
“LaToya, did you hear me?”
“Yeah, I’m going home.” Suddenly it felt like everything stopped and I only heard him stomping towards me. Once we were face to chest, he looked to me…very pissed.
“What’s wrong with you staying here?”
“I don’t think I need to, plus I left without saying anything to Nic- my best friend and I’m sure she has been trying to contact me.” I said, taking a step back. I quickly got my bra once I recognize I was bra-less. Jermaine eyes moved towards my breast and I tried my hardest to attach my bra. His eyes became heavy and he licked his lips.
“LaToya, do what you want.” He said walking away from me.
Forgetting his attitude, I finished getting dressed and found my shoes and phone, next to the stand by his bedroom door. I figured that his housekeeper was the reason for doing that and I actually liked her. Last night we had an cool conversation.
I wanted to go and tell him goodbye, but I assume that he would only brush me off and mumble a quick okay, so I just left. I walked down the hallway and noticed that his penthouse was silent and quite. The enormous clock on his wall directly in front of me, read 6:15 and I could tell how we were in the middle of the sunrise. I could stand here and fantasize about the house, but I needed to leave…now!
Walking the steps, I couldn’t help but feel like I was slipping away from Jermaine’s grip. Taking the last step, I walked to the kitchen and looked to see if he had any bottle waters or juice. Luckily he did and a grabbed a FIJI natural water, I would keep these and Perrier Mineral waters. As I walked out, I seen Jermaine quickly coming down the stairs, our eyes met for a second but I couldn’t hold on. Quickly walking, I gripped the water harder, and took bigger steps. Pressing the call button, I seen it didn’t light up and I could tell from the way he stood he had something to do with it.
“LaToya, that’s your only way out, but unfortunately I control it. If I don’t want to leave my house, you won’t. Now you can go, I’m not holding you back-” Suddenly he started taking steps toward me, and the closer he got the further back I would go. Once I was backed against the wall, he trapped me in one swift movement.
“You can leave, but you will NOT leave without saying goodbye, then you had the nerve to look directly at me and not even motion to leave. I will let you go, but I will see you tonight.” Jermaine suddenly took a step back and allowed me to leave.
“You don’t seem like you want to leave now.” Jermiane said, smiling toward the elevator. He pulled his phone out his pocket, only this one was a Blackberry. Pressing a couple buttons, the elevator started to “power” up and the doors open.
“Goodbye Jermaine.” I said taking a step onto the elevator, I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t.
I don’t know why, but I felt the need to leave. I had already slept the night here and receive amazing oral pleasure; I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
Walking into the elevator, I signaled to the lobby and kept my head down. Looking up to meet his eyes would only pull me out of the transaction. Soon, the doors were closing and I could look up. Jermiane had long gone, I guess my decision to leave wound more than myself.
Walking into my bedroom, I stripped completely down and took an hour shower and also took a minute to soak my body in strawberry and vanilla scented bubbles. I dressed in a pair of blue pajama shorts and a lion cotton t-shirt and my polo socks did the perfect job at keeping my feet soft.
Within 30 minutes of my chill time, my phone begins ranging and for a spilt second I wanted to leave it along and ignore. Did it hit that I hadn’t spoken to Nicole all night, and morning. When I got back she was gone or has never shown back up.
Usually we only texted each other, but I guessed it were something important and couldn’t want for cellular towers and boasters to be responded.
“Well, what happens to you last night, last I remember is dinner; I come home and guess what Williams…nobody is there. That’s at 5 o’clock in the morning. I hope this man you are seeing is able to please you any and every way.” Her comeback wasn’t hurtful, but it wasn’t completely playful either.
“I know Nicole I was planning on calling you, but I got…caught up with some things. I’m sorry, Nikki.” I responded trying my hardest to relax her. For some reasons we felt obligated to protect each other, fortunately now wasn’t time for that. I could handle Jermaine; at least I hope it could.
“Yeah I know, what are doing Toya? Today is the senior last meeting and some kind of Class Night. Some of the seniors voted for a second one, because they couldn’t make it. I decided me and you could go and enjoy some of our school friends.” Surprising it worked and we started entirely different conversation.
“I mean we can, if you want. Where are you now?”
“Leaving my parents, and I actually do. In 4 days we will be graduating and ending this journey in our lives. I hope to enjoy these next couple days in my young life.” I laugh at how she made it seem like we going to be so old walking across the stage.
“Well hurry, because I would like to ride there together. I’m going to get dressed.” I said, getting off the couch. I threw away my chip bag and water, before I walked in my room. Going into my closet, I tried my hardest to find something great for tonight. I wanted to be comfortable but sexy and stylish.
“I will be there in 15 minutes, and I’m picking up something for us to eat. My mom wants us to stay tonight at their place for some kind of lunching tomorrow morning. Oh, and tonight leading lady is your newest rival. Love you babes.” And with that Nicole hung up the phone. I didn’t know what she meant by tonight, but I guessed she tell me when she got here. Dropping my phone on the island in my closet while I pulled out different jeans, and tops.
Finally, I choose a pair of high waist jeans, a crop jean shirt, my black Christian Louboutin Lady Daf heels, a denim shirt, and gold diamond jewelry. I made the decision that I could flat iron my curly hair and put it up a bun. Now, I just needed to start, even though Nicole never did tell me a time. I figured it wasn’t any time soon because she was bring food home. Shrugging everything off, I was thankful I had already shower not an hour ago. I wrapped my house-rob around my body as I sat in my bathroom and flatiron and pinned up my hair. I let my Chinese bangs stay out and I put my hoops on.
Next, were my jeans and the shirt. I buckled my ankle heels and added my watch to the attire. I didn’t put on my denim shirt on and once Nicole finally walked in the house to smell of Chipotle followed her all the way into my room. I assume she dressed at her parents because of what she wore. She was dressed in a lace crop top with a black bra under it, and also a pair of high waist jeans. Only she had Jordan 11s Concords.
I notice we were both eyeing eachother from head to toe, and once we stop…we laughed. It was always part of our “thing”.
“I wished you stayed out of my mental closet Williams.” Nicole said walking out my room.
Following behind her I seen two Chipotle bags and I was thankful because my stomach was touching my bag. As she put everything out, I realized I haven’t eaten anything since dinner last night. When I got to Jermiane we had little snacks, but that was soon forgotten about when we went to his bedroom.
His bedroom. The thought along made me sick and miss him.
I wanted to feel that again and more if not. I needed his tongue, his fingers, his lips, and his lower half. Last night I got a feeling of it just from how he was poking, and I felt when he poured out. He had continue eating on my body as if he didn’t notice, but seen it spill out like that under his shorts is what drew me over the edge.
“LaToya where were you last night?” Nicole suddenly asked bringing me out my naughty thoughts about Jermaine and me.
“I went out, and I left a note telling you that Nikki. God” I was tired at this point. I thought I got over this when we ended our phone conversation. Just to have it brought back up aggravated the hell out me.
I noticed me swearing a lot more lately…I need more self-control.
“I read it, but it was a lie. Rashad was got with his little fling last night with me and my guy. So answer me Williams?” Ugh! Got caught slipping.
I didn’t answer, I only started back eating. I peeked up in time to see Nicole getting up from the table. She wrapped her food up and grabbed her keys. Before she walked out she yelled out; “It starts in 30 minutes, at the baseball field. See you there.”
Shrugging it off, I continued eating the rest of bowl and after I finished, brushed my teeth. I got my keys, bag, and denim shirt. I put the shirt on, made sure all my essentials before I rushed out the door. I wasn’t in the best mood at this point. And because Nicole was pissed at me, I guessed tonight I would socialize with however came with a good conversation.
Inside the auditorium I saw the recent class pictures and the past ones, all in our signature purple gowns. I walked through and seen that our classmates that put this together had decorated nicely. There were signs signaling for us to go certain directions and even though Nicole had told me it would be on the baseball field, it wasn’t. We were spaced nicely through the building with tables full of refreshments, pictures, and videos from remembrance.
I spotted Nicole sitting with Roger and another girl was right with him. I wanted to walk over and say hello, but I couldn’t. Right now Nicole and I wasn’t seeing eye to eye. She wanted me to tell her something that I couldn’t explain to my own self. I wasn’t even able to explain it to myself, how could I tell her?
Taking a seat at the end table, I placed my bag on the table and retrieve my vibrating phone. Nicole surely wasn’t calling me, so it was only one person possibly.
“LaToya, how are you babygirl?” God that pet name he gave!
“I’m good Jermaine. How about yourself?” I asked trying my hardest not to be heard from anyone.
“I’m good sweetie, but I would like to speak to you. If that is okay with you?” At the point, yes it was.
“If you do as you’re told, maybe a recap of last night.” His voice was husky and filled of sex. I couldn’t help but want to be in his presence for some strange reason.
“Meet me at my house, I’m leaving work. I’m sure I will make it there before you since you’re at your Senior Night function.” How could he possibly know that?
“I’m one of the executive heads at your school, actually me and Evan are. We don’t deal with academics, but we deal with your University Life. He and I are executives to Safety, Health, and Wellness.” Wow! Such a small world, but big city.
“How long Mr. Cole?” I was more intersected in this conversation now.
“Come to my house and I’ll explain. Not over the phone!” I learned from our short time together, he didn’t like intense conversations over the phone.
I hung up with that. I didn’t say goodbye, but I didn’t stay at the event either. Nicole wasn’t speaking to me and I couldn’t socialize with many of the people here because…I don’t even know.
Walking out, I spotted a black Jaguar pulling up, but it was Kristen Stevens who step out that surprise me. She was at one point a good friend of mine, but one thing I learned is everyone you meet that first year in college, aren’t going to be there throughout the entire time. She and I had a fallen out that escaladed to me, cutting her off all together.
Walking pass, it final clicked what Nikki meant back at home. Kristen was driving a car with Queen of the Night, posted on the side. It was stylish but also just too much.
She was one of the leading speakers for tonight. Thankfully I was leaving.
Getting out my car in front of Jermaine house, the doorman immediately opened the door and welcomed me with a head nod. The receptionist at the downstairs desk motioned for the young man at the elevator to let me up and I guess Jermaine had informed the entire team down here.
“Good afternoon.” I said politely getting on the elevator.
When I walked through the elevators, the silence in the house was warming. The house smelled of the Polo cologne Jermiane wore. Going up the stairs to the main entrance of his house I could hear the sizzling of food being cooked. Samantha was cooking and she offered me a glass of Orange Juice, Sparkling Water, and Strawberry mixed drink, as she noticed I walked into the room.
“Hey LaToya, how are you doing?” Surprisingly it was still early and this glass of wine felt amazing going down my throat. So what did that tell you?
“It’s been a stressful day, but this glass of wine will help and thank you for asking. How are you doing?” I asked being polite but also wanting to honesty know.
“I’m doing good, thank you.”
Nodding, I watched as she moved gracefully through the kitchen. I was just about to ask if she need help, but the scent of my Dom came into reach.
As he came out of his office I noticed him wearing sweats and a white polo shirt. He always looked good, no matter what he had on and right now was no different.
“Miss. Williams, come with me.” Jermiane voice was incredibly soft, but his eyes read an entire different story and pained as he took a good look at me.
Getting up, I didn’t want to put up any fights with him in front of his housekeeper. Walking hand-in-hand to his office, he let me take a sit in front of desk. Jermaine took one behind his desk, pulling out files and random paperwork. It seem every time we had a conversation over the phone that was intense in some matter, he drop paperwork to smooth it out.
“Jermaine, why didn’t you tell me before you were working at NYU?” I asked not wanting to look and read anything else.
“I didn’t want that to affect us. There are boundaries I can’t cross-”
“Last night…what the hell Jermiane Cole?”
“Last night won’t affect us. You’re a senior now; nothing is playing in the way. Your tests have been taken, your pictures have been taken, and now you’re done.” He was trying to justify his reasoning.
God, can this day get any better!
“Jermaine, have you ever dealt with anyone else at my school?” I was scared of the way this conversation was going, but it was coming.
“No answer my question.” I was slowly getting pissed with everyone, today. Well maybe not Samantha.
“Kristen Stevens.” What the hell?!?
