Next thing Robyn knows is waking up in her bed in the stock house. She looks to her left but there’s nobody there. No Michael, no good morning with a smile, no arm she’s laying on. She feels… nothing. There’s only numbness. She gets up, takes a shower and puts some clothes on before going downstairs. The others are already up, or maybe still. Chris is standing in front of a table filled with money.
“What’s up, everything alright?”
“Yeah. We took a lot of cash yesterday. And a lot of fucking expensive diamonds.” his voice is weird.
“Are you okay?” She asks raising her eyebrow.
“Remember when I told you about that orange saphir?”
“Yeah, the big one?”
“Yep. It’s not here. I remember J took it but he doesn’t have it either. And it’s not in your bag. That fucking stone is worth 27 fucking dollars we need to find it…”
“Damn… where did J put it you can’t just forget where you put a 27 million diamond?!”
“Yep. He says he gave it to you. But it’s not in your pocket, and you didn't put it anywhere else either?” he asks looking at her intensively.
“I… no, he didn’t give me shit. What the fuck, now it’s my fault the thing is lost?”
“No I didn’t say that calm down, but we searched everywhere in his stuff and told me crying he doesn’t have it and he doesn’t want to die.”
Robyn can’t believe what she just heard. Why the fuck did he pull her into this, this pussy ass fucking bitch.
“Well that’s his problem?! Why are you giving me this look?” she already knows what’s next.
“Robyn we need to…”
“No fucking way! You don’t trust me enough to believe my word if I tell you I don’t have anything?” she’s shaking her head at him.
“We have to! We searched everybody else too and if you don’t have it it’s gone!”
“Well then it’s gone I won’t let you search my shit.” She says holding up the key to her room and putting it into her jeans. She feels betrayed, realizing he actually doesn’t have and trust in her at all.
“Give me that shit..” he says as he grabs her arm violently and takes the key out of her pocket.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she follows him as he walks past her, up the stairs.
“Hold her...” Chris says as he’s opening the door and two guys grab her from behind preventing her from following Chris. She doesn’t understand nothing anymore.
“You won’t find shit in there! I hope you’re happy, fucking won’t ever trust your fake ass again…” she shouts hoping he’d hear it.
“Shut the fuck up…” the guy on her left says, making her spit into his face.
“Fuck off you dumb shit I won’t go up there… I’ll sit down over here…”
He doesn’t say anything and takes off. They all too dumb to actually start a fight with her. She sits down on a couch. 5 minutes later J sits down next to her. She looks over with a deadly look, just to see him smirk. Then it hits her.
“What the fuck have you done?!” she says suddenly starting to feel again. It’s fear. Just in that moment Chris comes walking out her room with her jeans in his one hand, the orange shining saphir in his other.
“Explain.” he says with a cold look. Before she could even say a word she feels someone knock her out.
Darkness.
Thin air.
Her hands are hurting.
“Where am I?” she hears herself whisper, realizing she’s tied to a chair somewhere. She’s fucked. Suddenly she hears a door open and footsteps coming towards her. Someone takes off the paper bag that’s been put over her face. It’s Chris.
“Chris what the…”
“Shut the fuck up. I won’t hear it.”
“I didn’t take the diamond, I swear! I don’t know how…” before she can even finish the sentence Chris throws his fist into her face.
“I talk. Games are over, you understand me?” Robyn just nods with tears in her eyes.
“J told me about your plans with Michael. You wanted to leave huh? Wanted to fucking screw us over? One thing I can tell you, you’re gonna meet your lover soon enough. After you told us where the money of the first coup is. I know J didn’t take it now. He’s too dumb. You’re smart, you made us think you’re one of us but you ain’t. I started to trust you, to like you.” he says looking to the ground.
“Chris please believe me, he’s lying, please…” she whispers, trying to hold back her tears.
“That shit doesn’t work with me. I won’t hurt you Robyn, cause I can’t. Someone else will. He won’t listen either. Just tell me now where the money is and I’ll end this fast. No pain.”
“Chris can’t you see he’s fooling you! I don’t know nothing about…”
“Fuck you!! I warned you! Have fun with him…” Chris screams into her face before getting up again, storming out of the room right as one of the guys that robbed the bank with them enters. With a smile. He calmly walks up close, sitting down on a chair right in front of her.
“Sweetie where’s the money? Huh?” he’s slowly caressing her cheek before punching her with all his strength. “See, I’m not playing.”
“I don’t know!” Robyn cries out but he doesn’t hear.
“Where’s the money.” he says with a cold voice, hitting her again. And again.
One hour later she’s close to passing out and exhausted by the pain on the level of wanting to die. He hit her, spit in her face, touched her everywhere, made her feel like a piece of shit.
“I…” She can’t even get out a sentence anymore. He comes close.
“I’ll give you a break. I’ll be back in a few hours and until then you have time to remember you fucking whore…” his voice is getting more and more aggressive and as he backs up again he pulls out his gun, holds it against her arm and pulls the trigger. Just like that. “This will help you think.” He says as he leaves her behind, screaming loudly because of the pain.
"FUCK, FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU WILL ALL ROT IN FUCKING HELL..."
The screaming doesn’t stop until she passes out about an hour later. The hours that she’s gone feel like an eternity to her. As if she’s trapped in this dream world, waking up every now and then for a short moment moaning from the pain, passing out again for what feels like a hundred times. But suddenly something wakes her up. She tries to lift her head but it’s so heavy. She looks down to her blood drained arm, moves it to see how bad it is.
“Ah fuck this shit…”
She throws her head back and lets out a sound that’s a mixture of pain and anger. While she’s trying to somehow free her hands which are tied behind her back, she suddenly hears noise from outside the door. She holds her breath, trying to hear what’s going on. Someone is having a fight. It’s getting louder, they are starting to scream at each other. All of a sudden there is a gun noise and police sirens appear from afar.
“What the…” She doesn’t understand. “…fuck I need to get out of this fucking room…” she says to herself as she desperately continues her attempts to get rid of the ties. The shouting noises get louder and louder, there are more sounds of guns. What the fuck is going on. The next moment she hears someone fall or stumble against the door, rattling the knob. Then the door opens, it’s J. He comes stumbling in, falls to the ground holding his bleeding shoulder, gets up again and lands just before Robyn. As he looks at her he sees a different person. She looks so cold it almost makes him shiver. Blood everywhere, no emotions in her face. She doesn’t say a word as she watches him crawl to the back of the chair and untie her with a knife, cutting off all the vessels.
“Help me…” he groans as he’s done. She get’s off the chair, for a short moment playing with the thought of just leaving him there. Her arm hurts, fuck. All his fault. But not like this. He deserves something else than this. Still not saying a word she roughly turns him to the side, grabbing the knife out his hand, cutting off a piece of the jacket he’s wearing. She puts it around her wound from the shot, pulling it tight. Then she takes another piece of his jacket, drying the blood on his shoulder and binding it as tight as possible.
“You got a gun?”
“Yeah…” he grabs into his pants, pulling out a glock.
“Okay, here we go. Stay behind me…” she says with a cold voice and helps him up roughly before walking towards the door. Now she knows where they are, right under the room where she slept in. Which means they have to get to the hall and somehow reach the back door.
“Okay as soon as we reach the door you run and get any car. If you leave me here I will find and kill you. You will drive up to the door again and pick me up, I’ll try to get some bag so we at least get money out of this crap…” she’s not joking around nomore. He nods and they get going. They almost reached the corner as the guy that tortured Robyn the whole night suddenly stands right in front of them. He looks at Robyn, at the gun, at J and just in that moment without thinking for a milisecond, she blows a bullet through his head, making him fall to the ground like a doll. She’s shocked for a moment, looking at the dead face of him. Then she remembers what he did to her and they get going. She stops again. There’s a body, leaning against the couch right in front of them. Covered in holes from a gun. Its Chris. The guy she just shot shot him. He’s not dead yet so they run up to him. Robyn tries to stop the blood, she doesn’t even know why, he broke her trust and let her get tortured. He looks at her as if he wanted to tell her he’s sorry.
“What?” He looks as if he wanted to say something. Robyn gets close so she can hear.
“Red… Chevvie…” and with those words the last breath leaves his body. If she felt something maybe a tear would’ve run down her cheek but she doesn’t. She’s numb.
“Let’s go!” They run towards the door, as they hear someone shout.
“Down!! To the ground!” Fuck what now, they try to hide behind the next wall and suddenly theres someone shooting again. The only thing she sees is the two police officers falling to the ground, lifeless. She turns around and sees someone hold a gun against J’s head. Without thinking she fires shot after shot until her magazine is empty. The two guys fall to the ground without even making a single move. J looks at her in shock.
“GO!” she shouts, making him continue to run towards the door. Again gun shots behind them, again new police sirens appearing. But there it is. The red Chevrolet pickup. Its open, and as they reach it she notices the bags on it’s backseat. J gets in still dealing with his wounded arm.
“Fuck I think I’m dying!” he whines. She doesn’t even react, starts the car and sprints away off the terrain. They race through a piece of desert until they reach the street again, but there’s already police cars waiting. Damn what happened? Okay, back through the desert towards the beach and the woods there. They need to get rid of the police or they’re fucked.
It’s dark. Nobody makes a sound. Robyn is in the car with Chris, Brandon and two others. They’ve been here since about an hour now, waiting for the others to return. Right about now they should be done with the hole. They had to use a special driller, as quiet and strong as possible. This is the fourth day in Phoenix. The first few days they searched for inside connections, bribed a security guy and nervously sat around waiting for news. Now the day has come. Suddenly they hear the walkie-talkie make a sound.
“…me? Hello? Do you hear me? Chris?” It’s one of the guys inside the building.
“I, yes I’m here how’s it going?” he asks nervously. You can tell this coup is his biggest one yet.
“Yeah we’re coming out now.” Everybody lets out a sigh, Brandon light-honks the car in front of them with J inside to tell them the first step was successful.
“Okay now be careful getting out of there, make sure nobody will notice the hole.”
“Got it.” he said and the walkie-talkie went off again.
“Your turn…” Robyn says looking at Brandon. He nods and takes a deep breath. Normally he’s always calm never showing a single emotion but you can tell he’s nervous. He closes his black hoodie and get’s out the car. His part will be shutting down the power in this whole area. He has to go two blocks towards east, there’s a building site. It’s already dark so there are no more workers. All he has to do is climb down there, drill a small hole into the right spot, link his tablet, and manipulate the power supply. Sounds easier if you say it just like that but really nobody else could do this. Brandon is a genius when it comes to stuff like that. His dark silhouette disappears as he turns into the side street two blocks away. Just a few moments later four dark silhouettes quietly get into the car behind them. They’re back. Robyn takes Brandon’s seat and starts the van, driving up next to J’s car. He and two others get out and into the van. They drive around the block, to the main entry of the bank building, waiting for the power to turn off. Every now and then Robyn takes a look into the back mirror, J sitting right in her view. She can’t stand his dumb face anymore.
“What is he doing god damnit” Chris mumbles as 15 minutes have passed and the power is still on.
“He will make it, calm down. I know he will.” Robyn says looking at Chris. She’s never seen him like this, it’s all or nothing today.
“What if…” J starts but in that very moment the lights turn off. They all look at the entry. If they didn’t succeed with turning off the emergency generator it should turn on one minute after the general power went out.
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The power stays out. Without a word everybody takes their bags, puts on their masks and gets out of the car. J is getting out too, he took Michael’s spot. If Michael was still here J would just be driving the car, and everything would have went differently.
“Go go go!” Chris says as he stands besides the entry waiting for everybody to go inside. Two of the others go in first, then Robyn, then J, then Chris. It all goes so fast, the big safe is in the basement. The two guys make sure everybody who’s still in the building stays on the ground and doesn’t call for any help. Chris, J and Robyn go downstairs, taking out every security that gets in their way with electro shocks, although J looks like he would have gladly shot every one of them, with them the shift boss who has the code to open it. He refuses to obey first, but after a few convincing hits by Chris he opens the door. The most important thing now: the diamonds. There are several kinds of them in this safe, one more expensive than the other. Robyn gets the small bags and Chris and J take as much money as they can get. Just as they head to the door again J trips and stumbles against Robyn making them both fall to the ground.
“Fuck, sorry.”
“Fucking watch out you prick!” Robyn shouts, punching him as she gets up again.
J still lies on the ground with that weird look and as Chris walks past him he pulls him up and pushes him to the door.
“What are you doing, go go go!”
All three packed with full bags run back upstairs towards the entry. As they reach the door, the two other guys still waiting, Robyn almost gets a heart attack. Blue lights everywhere, they’re fucked.
“SHIT!” Chris shouts. “Fuck this shit what do we do now? Fuck!”
“Calm down there has to be a way to get us o…”
“This is the police. Please come out of the building with your hands up, you’re surrounded. It’s over.” they hear one of the officers say through the speaker of one of their cars. No way this is just gonna end like that. It’s still dark so they can’t see inside the building which is good. This gives them a little more time.
“We’re going up.” Robyn suddenly says.
“What?” Chris looks at her with a confused face, this is the only way out.
“We’re going to the top of this building. And we’re going to climb to this one.” She points out the window at the building across the alley. The other’s look at each other for a moment, nod and start running. One last look back at the people they put inside the small office room so they would not cause any trouble. One of them snitched, but there’s no time to find out who now. Obviously the elevators aren’t working so they have to run up the stairs all 19 floors. It feels like forever. As they reach the top, all three stumble out of the door on the roof.
“Where?!” J asks with a desperate face.
“Shut the fuck up.” Robyn snaps back, walking towards the edge of the building to get an oversight.
“Where are you?” suddenly the walkie-talkie goes off. It’s Brandon.
“Hey! We went to the top of the building, where are you?”
“I managed to get away before the police arrived. Are you trying to jump over to the other building?”
“We are.” Chris says looking over at the others. “We don’t have much of a choice anymore.”
“Do it! The police already went inside they will notice soon that you must have gotten out somehow. Hurry! I’m in the alley on the other side of the building, there’s a door right next to me. The others already drove to our meeting point. Good luck!”
And without even saying a word, Chris grabs his bag tight, takes a few steps back and sprints towards the edge. The two guys right behind him, jumping as if there weren’t 50 meters of nothing beneath them. Robyn and J just watch them, mouth and eyes wide open as they push themselves away from the building, landing on the other side. That looked easy! So J does the same, and lands just behind the stone wall that separates them from the 19 floors beneath them. Robyn swallows nervously, she’s always kind of been scared of heights. She doesn’t look down, that would terrify her too much. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and starts running. Chris and J are standing right at the edge, ready to catch her. She jumps off the tiny wall and flies over to them, landing on the wall, slowly tilting backwards towards the chasm. Her eyes grow wide and she feels like she’s already falling, but the two men grab each one arm of hers and pull her onto the building.
“Oh my fucking god…” she groans as they get back up again.
“You okay?” Chris shakes her shoulders and looks into her eyes to see if she somehow hurt herself or is in a shock.
“Yeah let’s get going…” she mumbles and they run towards the door that leads to the staircase. Thank god it’s not locked. 19 floors later they reach the ground and spot the door that leads towards the alley where Brandon is waiting. He’s still there.
“Get in!” And just as they jump into the van he accelerates with screeching tires. He backs up, does an action movie like turn and races off to the next street.
“Fuck!” Brandon shouts as they spot the police cars parking at the side of the road as they race past them.
“Fuck they saw us…” and he hits the gas pedal even more. He turns block after block to somehow get rid of them but they always stay close.
“There!” Robyn says as she spots a dark building site. They drive in there, turn off the lights and hide behind the big crane. Blue lights everywhere. They can’t just drive out there again, the police would recognize their van.
“Shit what do we do now?” Chris whispers as if the police could hear him if he talked any louder. They all look at Brandon as he grins.
“I’m prepared for this. You know where I got this van and what I did to it?” They don’t get what he’s trying to say so he gets out.
“B, get back in for fucks sake!” one of the other guys whispers as Brandon starts to do something on the front of the car. They all look at each other and get out too.
“I got this van from an old hippie couple. Cause I couldn’t just go to a car dealer. And I let a friend of mine paint it black. But this is no regular paint. It’s actually a film…”
as he talks he grabs under the car body and pulls of the film. What it exposes is brightly colored flowers and drawings of stickmen. What a genius.
“No fucking way…” Robyn says as she gets to the back of the car and starts pulling from under the body too. Slowly they’re bringing back the van’s old hippie shine as they remove every inch of the black film from it.
“Damn that couple was crazy…” J says as he pulls off the last piece on the hood, exposing the drawing of a couple making love. “… who would drive around in a car with this on its front hood…”
“You can bet no bank robber would ever consider that shit… hold up…” Robyn walks off towards the small square of green behind the crane and picks a few of the daisies that grow there. She opens her hair and looks at Brandon.
“No.” he just says looking at her with a very serious face.
“Yes…” she says as she takes his glasses, pokes the glasses out and gives them back to him. “… I’ll just need the frame.” she says with a wink. Brandon sighs and gets into the back of the car, as well as the others. Robyn and her new hippie look get into the front seat and start off the car again. This has to work.
“Okay let’s do this…”
“Do you know the way?” Chris whispers as Robyn slowly drives onto the street again.
“I do…”
And half an hour, dozens of police cars that didn’t give two fucks about the hippie van and a lot of fear sweat later they reach the meeting point on the highway, an old abandoned fuel station. As they arrive the others are already jumping up and down, they really made it.
“Come on! Follow the hippie car!” Chris shouts as he jumps out the van to switch places with Robyn. All she wants to do is sleep, she’ll probably have nightmares about that jump. And the drive. The moments when police cars drove right past them and her heart beat so fast she felt as if she was about to faint.
„What’s up?“ Robyn throws herself next to J on the couch. He blinks, still half asleep.
“I… not much obviously…”
“This couch is comfortable as fuck to be honest…” she says pushing her hands into the cushion.
“Yeah? Let’s switch. I take the bed, you take the couch.”
“Yeah… no. Not really. Get your ass up now.” She gets up again and grabs his hand to pull him up.
“Would you please stop this? You’re annoying as fuck let me fucking wake up first. No wonder you wouldn’t ever leave your room with your new toyboy. Did y’all have fun the past weeks?” he says pushing her back to the couch, starting to walk away.
“What the… calm your ass down, damn. That’s none of your business, small dicked pussy…” Robyn calls after him, causing several laughters from all over the building. What is his problem? He seems really weird lately, she thinks to herself.
She looks up and sees her toyboy Michael walk out of her room, stretching his arms and lifting his shirt, exposing his perfect stomach.
“Totally worth it…” she mumbles as she watches him walk towards her.
“Yo what’s up, you good?” he asks with a yawn. She nods with a smirk.
“Could you get me something to eat?”
“Yeah sure, be right back.” he gets in his car and drives off. That was too easy. Robyn really got herself a toyboy, a butler with benefits basically. Good day. She gets up to go search for Chris. They would prepare the cars today and drive to Phoenix tomorrow. He’s sitting in his black van, turning the police radio of J around in his hands.
“Fuck… I don’t get this fuckup… how do I even…”
“Give it to me…” Robyn grabs it, pushes one button and gives it back. Walkie-talkie voices start coming out of it and Chris let’s out a sigh.
“Thanks. You ready for tomorrow? I went through everything again and again tonight, this really sounds good.”
“I am. I wanna do this already, I don’t know how this could go wrong.”
“It won’t. We all have to stay focused. Maybe talk to your friend, he seems weird, and it’s annoying. Usually he would end up at the bottom of some sea for the fuck ups he has done the short time he’s here. He should be glad I’m even allowing him to come to Phoenix with us and drive the car.”
“He’s all good, he’s just not adjusted yet, give him some time.”
“No… time is over already.” He says with a serious face. Robyn remembers, when they first got here and J told Chris about the lost bag, he said after this coup he’ll be a dead man if the money is still lost. J doesn’t even know in what danger he is probably. She should go search for him.
Meanwhile J is sitting on the roof, throwing stones into the bushes in front of the house. He thought he’d be more happy here but he isn’t. He thought he saved Robyn, that she’d be thankful but she isn’t. He wants her. But she’s with that prick. She’s happy and he’s not. If he won’t share happiness with her nobody should. Slowly he starts planning crazy plots in his head, not even noticing where this is going. In this very second, he crosses a line. He makes a decision.
“Hey, what you doing up here.” he hears someone ask from behind. No fucking way, worst timing possible. “Got nothing better to do than throw these poor stones?” Michael asks with a smirk. It’s infuriating J.
“Fuck off. Seriously.” J says as he continues to throw stone after stone.
“I’m just lighting one up, chill. You should take a few hits too with your PMS ass.”
“What?” J gets up, aggressively looking at Michael.
“Take a hit.” he holds the blunt in his hand towards J. But J already sees red. He smashes it our of Michaels hand and pushes him back.
“Get your fucking hand out my face.”
“Yo chill, touch me again I’ll throw you off this roof!”
“Watch your damn mouth, fucking retard.”
That’s it, Michael grabs J by his neck, throwing him to the ground.
“You watch your mouth. I don’t wanna fight, but don’t ever call me retard again.”
J saw Michael wasn’t intending to start something, but now he sees his chance. He gets up, sprints towards Michael, lifting his body in the air. Well, he tried. But it was enough. Michael pushes him back, stumbling a few steps back, before he falls over backwards, down the building. J looks shocked for a moment but then he cleans himself up and walks towards the stairs. He looks back for a second and sees two cups of coffee standing next to a bag from some bakery. As he turns back around he sees Robyn standing right at the top of the stairs. Shit.
“Have you seen Michael?” Somewhere in the back he hears him groan so he reacts.
“Robyn oh my god help me. He was behind me and we started to fight, he pushed me to the ground and then I pushed back and he stumbled, he fell down Robyn.” He says tears rolling down his cheek. She doesn’t know him well enough to see that these are fake tears.
“ Oh my god…” without any more questions asked she rushes down the stairs.
„What have you done?!“ Robyn screams at J with tears in her eyes. She’s standing next to Michael, holding his hand. He’s laying on a table, the guy with the glasses right next to him trying to figure out what injuries he’s got. They can’t just bring him into the hospital, if you’re a criminal and you get injured, you got a big ass problem.
“Calm down, please. Maybe it’s just a few sprains. Calm him down so I can search his body for injuries.” The glasses guy tells Robyn as she starts sobbing again. His name is Brandon by the way. She nods and looks down at Michael, laying her hand on his forehead. It feels like he’s melting on the inside. He let’s out a groan as Brandon feels up his ribs, not a good sign. He looks up at Chris who is standing right next to Robyn with a serious face.
“This is not good. He needs to go to a hospital. Or else he’ll die of inner bleedings.”
“They know him! There’s no fucking hospital we could bring him to without getting arrested. Our only chance would have been Dr. Stevens but he got locked up a few weeks ago, stupid motherfucker.” Chris runs his hands over his face, kneeing down next to the table.
“I don’t care, I’ll bring him. I will go to prison I don’t care we won’t let him die here like this.” Robyn says looking down to Chris.
“Listen. You think we don’t care about him as much as you do?! If it was his dec…” Chris begins to say as Michael interrupts him.
“Hey… come here…” he’s looking at Robyn. She stands next to his head and knees down, running her hand through his hair. “Let this be my decision okay? I live for these people.” He stops, making a painful face. He’s looking to the ceiling as if he’s praying for the pain to stop. “I live for them. This whole thing is my life. They helped me to be happy again and that was all worth it. We’re a family. And you’re family too. But you… you need to understand this. I won’t let you go to prison for this. They will find everyone else too, trust me they will.” He says looking closely at Robyn. She’s shaking her head, trying to hold back the tears.
“Robyn…” J puts his hand on her shoulder trying to calm her down. “… they probably wouldn’t even treat him…”
“You shut your mouth and get out my face…” she says looking at J as if she wanted to choke him to death.
“Hey, no. It wasn’t his fault, it was an accident. Don’t blame…” Michael whispers with pain in his voice. Maybe because he still sees the good in J, or maybe because he’s just a nice person. He could have let them leave J in the desert but instead he defends him. He shouldn’t have done that, as we will find out later. Robyn looks back at Michael and smiles painfully. She doesn’t want to loose him. He’s the closest thing to love she got in a while and he’s too much of a good person to die like this.
“So… what do you want us to do.” Chris says as he gets up, looking at the big blue spot on Michael’s stomach. Inner bleedings. Michael rolls his eyes in pain.
“Fuck… I can’t…” he groans as Robyn puts her hand on his forehead again. “… roll me one. And then pack up your things, bring me down to the coast and give me… give me a gun.”
“No… no Michael no, not like this maybe Brandon can…” she says looking over at him but he’s inspecting Michael’s stomach right now, watching it turn more and more blue and red.
“Ah fuck… hurry…” the others all walk past Michael, give him a pat and start packing things up for Phoenix. Robyn is still shaking her head. “You stay here with me. Don’t leave me.” he says looking at her as if she was an angel. She’s dying on the inside. Chris nods and leaves too, Brendon sits down at another table rolling one for Michael. “We have to do this. Or else everything we’ve done would have been for nothing. You understand that right?” he takes Robyn’s hand.
“I don’t. But I have to.” She gets a chair, sits down next to him and lays her head on his shoulder. She’ll miss this feeling. He let’s out a groan again.
“No! leave your head there please. Please.” he whispers as she lifts her head again.
One hour later she’s still sitting next to him, but by the cliff. The whole crew standing behind them. They all already said goodbye and Robyn gives him a last kiss. He tries to smile but he’s in too much pain.
“Please” he whispers as she hesitates with the gun in her hand. She puts it into his one hand, lights a blunt and puts it into his other. He nods, attempting to say something but it won’t come out.
“Don’t. It’s okay.” Robyn says as she kisses his cheek. He looks at her with this look again as if she was an angel. “I love you.” she says leaning her head against his, before she gets up. It was a lie. Maybe if he had more time it wouldn’t have been, in some weeks, some months. But right now it is. A beautiful lie. Without saying a word they all take a last look back and leave. Back at the stock house nobody dares to speak. They all get their last things and get in the cars.
“Robyn…” J says as she walks past him, but she doesn’t react. As if he was invisible. J still isn’t down from his crazy trip, on the inside he was actually happy that Michael fell down the roof. But she still doesn’t look at him the way she did at Michael. It’s infuriating him even more.
Robyn meanwhile tries to cope with the sadness and anger in her stomach. She couldn’t stand looking at J anymore. Maybe it was an accident but she’ll never forgive him.
Just as they leave the stock house, driving onto the dirt road there’s this sound. A loud, screaming sound of a bullet leaving a gun. They all know what it means, but nobody says anything. Some feel sadness deep inside. Some feel more.
Robyn feels numb. The shot runs through her every vein, into the deepest core of her heart and brain and suddenly she doesn’t feel anymore. She knows feelings make her weak. She knows Michael made her seem weak. She doesn’t want that anymore. He’s gone and she doesn’t have to care anymore. This moment is a turning point for her.
Chris feels angry. He doesn’t let it show but he wants nothing more than to run a bullet through J’s head. He was too nice. He should have been stricter. He should have thrown him out. He should have never brought new people into the group. He won’t be the same anymore, too. They had several people die lately, but Michael was different. He always had a reason to smile. He wasn’t the most intelligent but he knew the right things to say in the right moments. He was too good to be one of them, Chris always knew that. This is also a turning point for him.
J meanwhile enjoys the fresh air breezing though the opened windows of the car. He wishes he could turn on some music but the others are annoyingly quiet and sad so he doesn’t. He’s in a car with Brandon and 2 others. He feels happy and released. He feels like he got a little step closer to his goal. Now Robyn is alone again, she doesn’t feel this much of a boss no more huh? She should have stayed with him. Now he’s on the winning team, she just doesn’t know yet. As soon as he gets rid of her he’ll finally be happy. This is his life, not hers.
All this right before the big coup. Phoenix, here they come.
“I swear, I'm gonna fuck around and create an automated call to reroute the intercom system,” He suggests after the fourth call in the last fifteen minutes, and she laughs softly.
It's so comfortable here, just pressed together in bed, riding their mutual drunken haze out with each other. He's dressed down in the softest pajama bottoms he owns and she's wearing the shirt that goes with it, simply because she refused to get dressed after their showers.
As much as he didn't mind her nudity, he knew she'd need to put something on, just in case someone decided to venture over and interrupt or had a question that they'd rather FaceTime him for than to just text him about.
He honestly wasn't sure if either of them had it in them to give any sensible answers or responses, because he's honestly fucked up. There was wine with dinner, drinks after that, and they shared some very strong rum in the pool before they made it in to shower, and despite showering, he still feels the liquor sitting right in his face.
He knows when he's drunk. He just won't come out and admit it because he likes the buzz he has and he knows she has one thats quite similar, and there's nothing better for them to do than to take care of each other.
They're grown. They can handle it.
He doesn't really want anyone else to bother them though, 'cause it's two am and there's only so many times he can tell people where the towels are or how not to get lost when leaving their rooms and trying to find the kitchen. He knew the interruptions were a waste of time though -- honestly, they all just wanted to see the ring though.
There hasn't been a second since the iPad had been focused on the two of them that she hadn't managed to put it into the camera in some shape or form – usually to clamp her hand over his mouth and tell whoever it was that they'd talk later, and to just text them instead.
“Babe, now that you're my fiancé, I'm going to have to insist that you drop down some immediate wants.” He spoke softly, attempting to pull her out of the pause she'd put in their conversation to focus on the ring, and he scoffed lightly.
This was what he created, after all.
“Tell me what you want, ooooOoooh,” He crooned as she laughed and pressed her head against his chest and looked up at him in admiration as he continued singing the old Dru Hill song
“Tell me what you need....” He hummed the rest of the chorus and brought his hands to gently drum her ass cheeks, and she buried her face into his neck
This is how it's been since the guests have tapered off to their respective guest quarters, far enough to give them the proper space they need, but not too far enough to delay coming together again in the morning when necessary.
It's comforting to know that despite immediately facetiming Melissa and LeAndra, because they can't make it out of the states until a huge storm system passes, they've just been together, in every sense of the word. The last few hours have been nothing but cuddling that led to sex and phased back into cuddling again, and then, some great conversation – and he feels high on life, even though he knows its just how he feels because he's with her.
It's how he's always felt with her, and he doesn't ever want it to change.
“But you already know. We've talked about it so much that I know it's locked in up here,” She taps the side of his head, and he chuckles.
Yeah, the future had been fantasized about so much that he really does have it all locked away and categorized into a serious series of future plans to execute with her, but he just loves to hear he tell him what she wants. That, and honestly, he could really get started on the whole “operation: get my future wife pregnant” thing tonight.
Like, now.
“I know, I know, but... I just want to hear you say it.” He insists, and she laughs before giving into his request.
His eyes widened in expectation as she continued to laugh, stalling, but teasing him at the same time. He ran his fingers up and down her sides and tilted his head as to say, “well?”
“I want you to give me babies and take part in ensuring we both spend our lives filled with eternal happiness.” She said matter of factly, and he flashed her a big grin and ran his fingertips up her back.
She shivered, and he laughed like it was the funniest joke he'd ever heard. She was so much more than anything he ever could have asked God to bless him with. His smile wouldn't fade and he couldn't help but cup her chin in his hand and usher her closer to kiss him.
“Mmmmm, yessssss.." He trills excitedly, and she laughs softly against him.
“I love how we're always on the same page. So with that being put out there, and how I've had to spend all night being on my best behavior and not pulling you over some sort of stable surface, I was thinking that we could get started on operation: I want a baby right now...” He kissed her neck, and she exhaled softly.
“It has a name?”
“Yeah, operation: I want you to be pregnant and I solemnly swear that I'm going to be the best father of our children imaginable.” He was serious about this, but the face she wore was one of pure amusement.
"Okay well maybe that's too long, so I'll just stick with operation: yeah, I'm trying to get you pregnant but you agreed on this, so at least it's not a surprise...” He rambled as she peppered his lips with kisses, just to get him to shut up.
“Christopher. Please.” Robyn laughed, and shook her head at him.
He was a man with expectations of grandeur, and she'd help him in whatever way she knew how. The funny thing about watching him get like he was was that he knew that this time, everything he wanted was promised. He'd get what he wanted out of her and anything else that he could even begin to put out there, within reason.
He was also impatient at times though, and she had learned how to tackle that as well. Knowing how to deal with him in several different situations made her smile, because truthfully, it was never easy. He was being impatient right now too, and she knew that's when he'd go on his tangents and start to fantasize about the future.
It had been happening more and more within the last few months since they’d left Miami, and honestly, she knew it was mainly because he wanted to get things started now. This is how most of their private conversations had gone for the last few days. They’d wind up in bed or together and he'd get into detail about exactly what he wanted, how she felt about things and what she wanted, and how it'd be on a day to day basis until the goal was met, and....
In terms of her romantic life, Before Chris, nothing had ever worked out this well for her.
Nothing. Ever.
She could think of several situations that started off perfectly fine, but came with thousands of hurdles to jump in order to make things right. This made sense to her. This wasn’t like when she was back in undergrad, and she was handling her course loads and also attempting to maintain a long distance relationship-- God, bad idea.
This definitely wasn’t like when she graduated at the top of her class and finally accepted a date with a guy that wouldn’t allow her to call him anything but Matt. While she attempted to try her damnedest not to be head over heels with the Hottest Baseball star in California, even after he wound up being her client only shortly after that, she knew it was going to end in heartbreak.
This was absolutely nothing like when she was trying to summon the courage to get her Mother through therapy, while juggling the start of her own clinic. That led to dates with Peter King, and fuck, that chapter had been long closed. For a while, that was her dark period, and she believed that nothing was going to be able to fix her life.
She was very certain that there was definitely going to be nothing good that would come after following a tip she was given from a lackluster porn star on a very bad first and last date. She did not see herself living a temporary double life. She couldn’t imagine the owner of a multi-million dollar pornography empire being him, or for her to even have the slightest interest in being a porn star.
She didn’t picture herself falling in love. She couldn’t see herself being engaged, and or figure out that he would wind up being the one person that she wanted to spend her entire life. For a long time as she sat back and thought about it, this was never how she thought it would end.
In another life, Christopher would have been the last person she’d expect to find herself with, let alone to be happy with, planning a family with, and ultimately trusting him with her life and how it would turn out at the end of the day.
“I’m...surprising myself with all of this. I just sit here and think about how far things have gotten and I almost want to cry because despite no matter how hard I’ve tried, or how great things might appear from the outside looking in, I’m finally at a point on my life where I’m extremely satisfied with everything that’s happening,” She smiles as she leans into his chest, and it radiates warmth throughout of the strong hold the two of them share.
“Even operation: let me juice up the belly?”
“Shut up,” She slaps his chest, and he can’t do anything less than to smile widely at her. She thinks for a second and then her face gets grimly serious as she absentmindedly begins stroking her stomach.
“You know there's still about three months until I'll be regularly fertile again,” She reminded him, simply because yeah, they had talked about it so much that small steps like her decision not to get her third birth control shot had been agreed upon between the two of them.
His hand joined hers and she pressed her lips together in a thin line, because she also had decided to do her own research upon cycles and how long it’d take to conceive, and there was this very tiny part of her that made her wish it was as easy as slipping up and the next thing she knew, she’d be missing a period and shortly after, getting exactly what she wanted.
But no, they were actually planning and honestly, that was only a huge headache. One filled with things he really didn’t have to deal with, you know, like taking temperatures and charting ovulation cycles and ugh, fuck this.
“Dr. Braithwaite says it could take up to two years, so please... let's not rush this part. Just cross your fingers and hope your guys are quick enough to bless us with a miracle.” She insists, and he smiles fondly as he caresses her back.
“I'm patient. I'm very patient when it comes to that part. I'm definitely willing to wait.” He reassures her as he parts his legs and lets her sink between them.
“I feel a but coming on,” Her eyebrow rises, and he smiles hard, making his nose crinkle.
“You know me to well. I'm definitely willing to wait, like I said, but... that doesn't mean I'm not going to put a hold on practicing.” He licks his lips as he rolls his hips, and she ducks her head at his insinuations.
“You're a mess,” She laughs as she rises up in the bed, and her fingers tug at his drawstring of his pajama bottoms. “There was definitely not going to be any argument about that.”
“Good, but I wasn't about to let you get me all hot and bothered and then you'd be rolling over to go to sleep already.” He jokes as he bats her hands away like the mere touch is offensive. She submits and he pulls her up to line up with him, chest to chest, face to face.
Sex between the two of them has always been some type of huge performance, but sometimes, it comes naturally. His comfort level threatens to shift towards more sexier territory when he restrains her hands by pinning them over her head, but theres a feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him not to get too comfortable.
He's positive he hears a phone ring, but ignores it and focuses on her. She gets distracted for a second too and he raises his eyebrow, but still gently moves in to kiss the side of her neck, and settle on top of her.
“I love you,” He reminds her, and she hums her approval against the side of his face.
“Mmmm, I love you too, but this better not be a preview of the future though...” She insists as he opens his mouth to protest, and then, there’s the sound of an incoming call that makes both of them roll their eyes.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want a night just to themselves. Tonight wasn't the night, obviously, but he hoped tomorrow wasn't going to be the same. They were on a precipice, one that they were both well aware of, and that damned iPad and all of its interruptions was holding them back from finally tipping over.
He knew that it was far from over though. This was just the beginning..
It reminded him of when they first vacationed out here together. After not seeing her family for so long, there was barely a second within the first five days in which someone wasn’t taking her away from him. The interruptions were nonstop, but he wasn't sure why he thought that moving out here was going to make it any different.
This was no different; his phone constantly rang until he just let it die on its own. He understood how important the announcement of an engagement was -- or at least, the announcement that a wedding had taken place, since there was never really any time for a proper engagement with the two women that came BR, as in Before Robyn.
He was tired, but he reflected off of her positive energy and honestly, he didn’t want to sleep until she decided to go. It was tough staying up when his mind flowed down one specific course of action. He always got her when he wanted her, but his thoughts started to move towards thinking about just how hard it was going to be in the future to share her with anyone else.
Actually, he wasn’t partial to the whole sharing bit, as he really sat and thought about it. It would be a tag team effort, and not in the way that it’d be in the past...
“You’re thinking too hard over there,” She climbed out of the bed to put the device as far, far away as possible, and he raised his head to watch her move across the room.
“Let me put you to bed," She smirked, and he licked his lips as he watched her stall at the end of the bed, and he reclined on the pillows to watch her.
A few seconds later a long mix had started to play, one he knew very well. It had been a staple between the two of them when all they wanted to do was be with each other. As Vikter Duplaix started to play, he watched her wind her hips to the music and remain in motion as she killed a few lights.
He wasn't sure what to do other than to watch, but he was thankful that his buzz had fully tapered off and he could give her all of the attention that she deserved. Watching her always pulled him somewhere so deep into his thoughts that everything else felt like an out of body experience. His eyes were well trained on the way she moved her hips and stripped out of the pajama shirt she wore, but his thoughts were focused on how he was going to have this forever.
This was a forever thing now.
She managed to strip slowly and move her hips in sync with the different bits and pieces of songs that played, and she moved back to the bed and straddled his legs. Christopher swallowed softly as she whipped her hair over her shoulder and definitely made his dick hard and his body more alert as she moved to the spot between her thighs.
She was giving him a show that he'd seen a thousand times, but always felt like the first time to him. Her hands drew to the valley between her thighs, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her pussy. It was puffy and soaked, and his tongue darted out to swipe his bottom lip as she slid one finger along her slit, and then slowly began to rub up and down until the tip of her index finger plunged into the flesh between her pussy lips.
Her fingers danced comfortably along her slit, entering into and along her pussy in a hypnotic rhythm. He could watch her do this all night, but took the initiative to help her by pushing his pajama bottoms down as far as he could get them. He wanted her to see that she wasn't the only one who could warm things up.
He started stroking his dick in his hand, and her eyes locked on his for a second, but he knew how to hold back. He wanted to go in as soon as the timing was right, or when she started to beg for it -- whichever came first.
Without saying anything, Robyn spread her out before him as she continue to plunge her finger along her slit, and she started picking up pace.
"Gone head and get it wet for me," Chris uttered, as her eyes locked onto his as her rhythm continued to escalate, and she began to grind with the pulse of her finger going up and down.
She plunged one and then two fingers deep between her pussy lips, and side to side against her pussy, until she began to quickly flit her clit side-to-side, and her body started to shiver.
“Mmm, I’m going to cum, help…” She continued to slide her finger over her clit, while he pushed himself forward and made it his duty to get between her thighs.
Chris began to lick up and down the length of her pussy lips, and her hands dug into his shoulders as he held her thighs spread. He pushed his finger slowly inside of her pussy and began to slide in and out like she had, but he knew it wasn't enough to drive her over the edge. He placed one lip into his mouth and sucked, then the other, alternating while gently sliding two of his fingers in and out of her just so he could drive her up a wall
Robyn pulled her hands away from his shoulders and wrapped them around his head, pulling
him into her body and begging him to lick harder. He took the cue, and eagerly licked and sucked on her clit while he continued to fuck her with his fingers, and then, he replaced his fingers with his tongue.
His pace picked up, and her back arched as she began to writhe around in sync. As his tongue went in and out, Robyn ground into it more and more, and finally she began to cum. He licked the length of her pussy lips, up and down, slowly, over and over while he continued to work her clit with his tongue.
He didn't let up at all until finally she started to slow down herself. That was only for a few seconds, to push his pants off all the way, and push her leg up so he could nibble at her clit and slip his tongue in and out of her again until she was digging her nails into his shoulder and begging him to kiss her.
“C'mere,” He pulled her closer to him, and stared down at her. “You ready? Hmm?”
“Yes please...” She was absolutely willing and ready when he pressed the weight of his dick against her slit, and pushed it between her lips without penetrating her at all.
She gushed as he pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply, and started to rock his hips against hers. He was getting off at the stimulation of just being tangled up in her and not penetrating her just yet, but he knew she couldn't and wouldn't allow him to do that for too much longer.
She slid her hand between the two of them and stroked his length for a while before she guided him inside of her, and he bit down on his lip as he pushed in with her assistance.
“Fuuuuuck....” He groaned into her ear as he slowly rocked his hips into her body and felt her thighs spread wider to accompany him. He pushed his hand around her neck and tilted her head to the side before he buried his face there, and begin licking and nipping at the thump of her pulse.“Make me cum on your dick,” She hummed softly as her hand raised to dig into his hair, and her hips pushed against his. “Chris, please...”
He locked eyes with her as he pulled back to flick his tongue against hers, and moved his hand down to hike her leg around his back. He teased her by pulling out and slowly pushing his dick in all the way, just to see her twist her hips from side to side in order to attempt to hit her G spot.
He knew it wasn't enough though – she was grasping her nipples and no longer grasping on to him, and every time he slid in and out, her walls gripped him and tried to draw him in deeper. He loved seeing her face when she was feeling it – her eyes were closed, her mouth was drawn in a tiny little o shape, and her hips kept rocking. He wanted more though – he wanted to hear her too, he wanted to see her explode while her pussy was as wet as it was, and he wanted to put his face all in it.
He got even more stimulated while she was feeling it like this. He used his other hand to rub circles in her swollen clit, and as he pulled out to push his head between her slit, she lifted up to line up with him again and sank down and took the entire length of his dick inside of her.
“Don't move baby,” He exhaled softly as he moved his hands to hold her hips, and pulled back to watch her body throb and pulsate around him. This was definitely something he could deal with forever.
The ebb and flow between the two of them was smooth and consistent, and it settled back into that previously stated rhythm they'd adopted before all of the interruptions. On the up stroke, he drew his dick back out and kept the tip inside just so he could feel her grip tightly. He rubbed her clit and loved how it made her pussy drip as he thrust downward, and she came hard, coating his dick with her juices.
He exhaled and pushed his head back down to her nipples, as he felt waves of heat radiate over him. She managed to rub his balls and he bit down on one of her nipples, and flicked the silver ball between his tongue to soothe it.
“Harder,” She requested, and he immediately obliged.
Robyn planted her other hand on his back and slid it up until she was tugging at the nape of his neck, and digging her other hand into his hip. He stroked deeper and started pounding in and out of her, and got more and more turned on as the sounds blended in with the playlist he had long forgotten about, and the sound of their bodies slapping together in the background.
Her fingernails buried into the nape of his neck as he pressed his lips against hers and flicked his tongue against hers with intensity. His strokes became longer and harder as she came again, coating his dick and balls with her juices as he dug his hand into her hair and pulled it back to gain more access to her neck.
“Do it again,” He licked and bit there before trailing back up to her ear and pulling her hair again, anxious for a repeat performance. She came harder and squeezed him tightly between her walls, and he moaned against the flesh of her collarbone.
“Turn over,” He slowly withdrew from her body and ran his hands up the expanse of her body until she arched her back and rolled over on her stomach. “I want you to watch.”
He kissed down the back of her thighs and flicked his tongue against her swollen pussy as he maneuvered himself into a sitting position, and pushed his tongue back inside of her as she moved her hands to spread herself open for him. He knew she had all the power in her thighs to push him flat on his back and trap her pussy right over his mouth, but he also knew that he'd taken the majority of her energy, so unfortunately, it wasn't happening tonight.
Still, he slurped and sucked on her clit as he felt her slide his drenched dick between her lips, but he honestly couldn't take the acrobatics tonight. He chuckled as he lowered her body and she continued sucking his dick until he lowered his body into the bed again, and he closed his eyes. He brought his hands up to massage and knead her ass as her pretty little legs anchored on both sides of his chest, and he slowly fucked her with his fingers and his thumb.
Without saying a word, she came hard and he gently pushed her up and back onto her stomach. He slid his thumb back into her asshole and slowly pushed deep into her pussy as she looked up at their reflection in the mirrored wall across from the bed.
“Love you,” He kissed up her back until her got to her neck, and he gently pushed her hair out of the way and dropped small kisses there as he continued stroking.
She settled with her back arched and his dick buried deep inside of her, and he brought his hand down to rub on her clit as he continued kissing up and down her back, and occasionally murmured for her to throw it back at him. She switched her hips to catch his strokes as they picked up, and her hand maneuvered underneath them to rub on his balls as he cursed softly and started to fill her up.
“Watch, you watching?” He pulled her head up and winked at her reflection as he finished cumming, and she inched down to a flattened position underneath him.
“Gotdamn,” He slapped her ass after he caught his breath and he curled into her side. Robyn raised her head briefly as she huffed into the bunched up comforters and pushed her body into his.
“If that didn't work, I'm definitely down to try harder tomorrow.”
“Victoria, Vicki ? Dear where are you”? My mother yelled as she made her way to the East wing of the house where my bedroom resides.
“In here. I’m in the lounge” I called over my shoulder as I continued to stare in the mirror brushing out my thick girls that fell below my shoulders. She sounded extremely excited which had me curious to what could have caused just that type of reaction on an early Saturday morning.
“There you are dear. I’ve been looking all over the house for you. You’ll never believe the phone call I just received”.
Sitting next to me on the small lounge chair that sat across from my large vanity, my mother couldn’t hold back the large smile that was plastered on her face showing all of her perfectly white teeth. I always admired my mother’s beauty. She was such a carefree woman considering the fact she was married to one of the most successful and not to mention well known doctors New York City had to offer. You would have thought the pressure of being perfect would weigh her down, but no not my mother. She was still as beautiful as the day she met my father and it was almost unbelievable how natural it came to her. Grabbing my hand she couldn’t contain the excitement in her voice as she began to tell me about her morning phone call. I sat eagerly ready for any news she was going to deliver even though I doubt my reaction was going to match hers.
“You will never guess who called this morning saying they would be in town and are coming to visit”
“no I won’t, now tell me who” I said with a smile that mimicked my mother.
“Adrian, can you believe it? Five years and he’s finally coming home. My baby is coming home! I can’t wait to see the man he’s grown into”.
Adrian.
Adrian Michael Grant.
He was coming home
I think the very minute my mother said his name my heart stopped beating in my chest. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I just knew that he was going to be here live and in the flesh.
“Adri, He. .He’s coming home” I spoke in a shaky tone trying to hide my real emotions running through me.
“Yes dear, he’s finally coming home. You know how upset everyone was when he left without saying a single word. I’ve been holding on to this guilt that maybe we weren’t good to him. Maybe we didn’t make him feel as comfortable as we thought.
I . . .I just don’t know what caused him to leave so suddenly and without a single goodbye” She said with an uneasy expression as she stared off into space.
“Either way he’s coming home and I will be damned if we lose him again. Everything tonight will be perfect. I have the staff setting up his old room across the hall and making sure all his favorite meals will be prepared. Oh Vicki I don’t think you understand how happy this makes me. Wait until I tell your father. OH MY GOD! He is going to be too excited” and with that she floated out of my room on cloud nine anticipating his arrival.
I, on the other hand, was stuck.
Literally couldn’t move.
Adrian was coming home. He’d be here tonight. I couldn’t help the racing images going through my mind of our last encounter before he disappeared like as if he never existed.
I’ve known Adrian all my life. We grew up together. Adrian’s mother worked as my caretaker while my parents tended to their overactive schedules. I was 2 years old when she first started working here. Adrian was a cute little scrawny boy with skin the color of caramel and the cutest freckles that covered his cheekbones. I think I knew from the first time I laid eyes on him that I loved him. Silly right? How was it possible for a two year old to know she would forever love a four year old? I don’t know the answer to that question myself but something inside me knew that he would always be mine.
Adrian and I were like Bonnie and Clyde without the criminal activity of course. Whenever you seen Adrie you just knew I’d be right by his side and vice versa. We were each other’s shadows. We spent every waking moment with each and never got tired of the others company. There was nothing that could tear us apart. I mean NOTHING.
My parents practically treated Adrian like their own child, if not sometimes better. He was enrolled in all the same schools as me and was afforded the same treatment I did whenever we weren’t in the company of our home. My parents loved him and his mother. They were our family and they were to treated as such. We were all so happy, but life soon got in the way. When I was 14 and Adrian was 16 his mother fell very ill. The doctors couldn’t explain what was going on with her. It was as if one day she just woke up and said I’m going to die. Six months, six months was all it took for her to completely succumb to her illness. She died on my birthday. I had never seen Adrian cry so much, actually come to think of it I don’t think I had ever see him cry. My parents did their best to comfort him but it seemed like nothing worked. That night changed our lives forever, in more ways than one.
I couldn’t help but feel my heartbreak as I heard him cry from my room. Not being able to take it anymore, I crawled out of my bed and slowly tiptoed to his room which was right across the hall from mine. I slowly pushed the door open to see him lying in the fetal position with his eyes clinched tightly shut as he rocked back & forth holding a stuff bear his mother gave him for dear life. I stayed as quiet as possible as made my way over to him. I carefully lay behind him and wrapped my arms tightly around his abdomen. Startled, he turned around in my arms and stared into my eyes. We stayed that way for a couple minutes. Him with a face full of tears and me rubbing his cheeks trying to offer up the best smile I could. The next thing I remember is his mouth smashing into mine as he adjusted his body on top of me. Everything was happening so fast I didn’t whether to kiss him back or push him off of me. Feeling like he needed it, I opened my mouth and kissed him back just as hard as he did me. Our hands were everywhere and I felt like my whole body was on fire. I never thought myself to be attracted to Adrian. I always looked at him as a best friend, but as things started to get more intense between us I knew that was all a façade to hide my deeper feelings. Pulling away from my mouth, he rested his hands on both sides of my head and just stared into my face. I was so nervous I couldn’t look him in the eye, but yet I was so excited for what was going to happen next that I had no choice. When my eyes finally met his I tried to speak but was cut off by the rough shake of his head. Slowly and one by one he began to unbutton the top to my pajama set. I sat frozen as I watched each one of his fingers unsnap the 6 buttons that held my top shut. He took one hand and ran it from my cheek to my neck and down the center of my chest only stopping once he got to the hem of my waistband. I looked back up at him and saw a look I had never seen in his eyes before. DESIRE. He wanted me and to tell the truth I wanted him just as bad. Sitting up a little I slipped out of my top exposing my bare chest to him. I had never felt such a level a discomfort. I quickly covered myself with a pillow only for him to gently snatch it away while kissing my shoulder. In that moment he made me feel like the most beautiful thing to ever grace his vision. His deep brown eyes almost dripped of love with how hard he was staring at me. After removing his shirt he slightly pushed me back to lay flat on my back. His head dipped down as he kissed the sensitive spot behind my ear and continued down my neck. I didn’t know what was happening and why I was feeling such a sudden rush of heat between my legs but it caused my body to jerk forward as I arched my back and thrust my hips upwards into his. As a moan escaped my mouth I felt him groan against my collarbone. What were we doing? What was going through his head right now? Whatever it was I wasn’t ready for it to stop as his hot mouth clamped on to one of my erect nipples. I couldn’t stop myself from gripping his head as he alternated between my breasts. I soon felt his hand slide underneath the hem of my pajama bottoms and I couldn’t do anything to stop him due to the pleasure his mouth was causing me. That’s when I felt it. I felt something long and stiff against my thigh as he swiftly stroked me through my panties. Was that him and if it was, how much more was he going to grow? Making his way back to my mouth, he pecked my lips twice before pulling back and staring deep into my eyes. In that instant I knew that whatever came from this night would change us forever.
From that very night we started a love affair that would rival Romeo & Juliet. He was my everything and I was his. Of course my parents were oblivious to our relationship. Hell they weren’t around long enough to even notice anything different between us two. It was beautiful and exciting and I knew I would love him for the rest of my life. As both of us started to near the age of going to college our relationship took an unexpected turn. I was going to be a senior in high school and Adrian was getting ready to enter his freshmen year in college. My birthday was approaching and I couldn’t help but feel the sadness that exuded from Adrian around this time of year. But this year was different he was weirdly excited and I didn’t know why, but I soon got my answer. Right after our family celebrated my birthday with dinner Adrian stole me away from peering eyes as he led me outside to the balcony located above our vast garden right where the rose bushes were located.
-past-
“Happy Birthday baby” Adrian whispered in Victoria’s ear and he wrapped himself around her from behind.
She turned in his arms smiling from ear to ear, pecking each freckle that decorated his handsome face. She had never been so happy on her birthday and it was all because of him. This beautiful man holding her in a loving embrace staring at her with his heart in his eyes was the only thing Victoria wished for on her birthday. All she wanted was for him to be happy on this day and she was getting that.
“Baby you said I had one more present, where is it” Victoria pouted after kissing his nose.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot your last and FINAL gift” as a cheesy grin covered his face.
He removed himself from behind her and grabbed her hands as he moved in front of her. Gripping both of her hands in his he began to speak as he could hear his heart thrashing against his ribcage.
“Victoria Giselle Monroe, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of coming into my life. I thank God everyday for blessing me with you.
After my mother died I didn’t. . . .I didn’t know if I was going to make it” He sighed pulling her closer to him.
“The moment you came into my room and wrapped your arms around me. . . .
Ugh I just knew everything was going to be ok as long as I had you” he said as he wiped the tear that had fallen from her left eye.
“Aww baby don’t cry” kissing her temple “Listen, I love you. I’ve always loved you, I will always love you”.
“As long as I have you everything will be ok” Victoria sniffled as she rested her head on Adrian’s chest.
Adrian stepped back from Victoria and dropped to one knee as he slid his hand in his pocket to pull out a black velvet box. Victoria covered her mouth in total shock as more tears fell down her face. He was doing it. He was making their forever real.
He was making their forever real!
WAIT! He was making their forever real.
Before he could get the question out Victoria grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him up quickly shaking her head from left to right. She couldn’t let him do this; she couldn’t let him ask her this question knowing she couldn’t say yes.
“Baby what’s wrong? why’d you stop me from giving you your last gift” Adrian said confused while searching Victoria’s eyes for an answer.
“You can’t ask me that. You can’t do this. You’re only 18 and I Just turned 17 were too young. My parents would never let me marry you right now. Why would you do this” she spat angrily as her tears where starting to drown out her words and she began to choke on her on saliva.
Adrian couldn’t believe her reaction. He couldn’t believe this was his Victoria standing in front of him denying their love. To say his heart was broken was understatement. Victoria was caught up in her own madness that she had not once looked up to see just how much she was destroying the man in front of her. Adrian couldn’t move, he could barely think. Everything he thought they had was drastically disappearing right as he had it in his reach.
“STOP” ! She jumped at the boom of his voice as it echoed through night air.
Finally looking up she saw his face, solid as stone, red as the rose petals below them and his eyes as black as the night sky.
“Adrie . . . Adrian” She said timidly not trying to upset him any further.
“You don’t love me, you never did! You felt sorry for me huh? Oh poor Adrian whose mother died suddenly, let me pretend to care to make him feel better” he finished sarcastically.
“Adrian that’s not. . .”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT? HUH? THAT’S NOT WHAT YOU SAID? YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO, LOOK AT YOU! YOU’VE ALREADY GIVEN ME MY ANSWER” he screamed and he brushed past her harshly.
She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to run after him but her feet wouldn’t move. Victoria just sunk to her knees and cried into her hands not sure of her next move.
-present -
I shook my head as the horrible memory flooded back to me. When I looked at myself in the mirror I couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down my face just like ones from that night. I didn’t move from my spot that night until the sun came up. By the time I had reached his room the door was wide open and every trace of him was gone. From his clothes to his favorite books, everything I had grown to love about him was gone just like him. Now he was returning and I had no idea what I was going to do. He left because of me. Could I be the reason he came back? Could we possibly mend both of our broken hearts or are the wounds too deep to be healed?
I just stared. I didn't want to accuse him of something and not know all the facts but I wanted to.
"Who in the hell sent me this?" I said aloud. Chris took the phone out of my hands. He slightly squinted as if he couldn't see.
"You can clearly see that's you. Don't play dumb." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Yeah that is me, last night. I stayed at one of my apartments since your dad was here." He looked at me and frowned. But I'm sure the murderous glare that I was giving him didn't come off to well.
"This chick is somebody I used to talk to. I swear on my life nothing happened." I don't know why but I had the urge to believe him. I shook my head and left it alone.
"Well who took the picture?" I asked really wanting to know. "I don't know what the fuck is going on." He headed towards my apartment and I followed behind him.
I walked in the apartment to see Mel looking confused.
"Your pops already left?" She asked me and I nodded my head. Chris was on the phone talking fast to somebody and I let him go ahead.
"Have you talked to Kane at all?" Chris looked up and asked me." I poked out my bottom lip and thought for a second. Nope I haven't talked to him since he left.
I shook my head no and begun to wonder if Kane had anything to do with all of this bull shit that was happening. Yeah I knew that Eddie was behind some of it. And to be honest I had no idea why. What did Chris and I ever do to that man. But who knows Kane may be taking his own part in things.
I plopped down on the couch and shook my head. Everything is getting so crazy so fast.
"How is Mijo? I still haven't seen him." Mel plopped down between me and Chris. He hung up the phone.
"Oh he come home today. Y'all can go with me to pick him up if you want to." It really didn't matter to me but I know Chris wants to look out for me so I agreed.
"I'm going back tomorrow." Mel looked over at me. I scrunched up my face and pouted.
"What? Why? I thought you were going to stay a little while." She wrapped her arms around my shoulder.
"I can't just move, I have to go back home and take care of business first. I'll be back I promise. You'll be too busy with school anyway."
I poked out my lips but I understood. Chris broke the awkward silence we were sitting in.
"I think Kane is behind some of this nonsense. I can't prove it just yet but I'm damn sure about to find it. Get dressed I'll be back in a couple of hours to pick y'all up." Chris stood and walked towards the door.
I stood as well and walked over to give him a kiss as he walked out of the door.
I grabbed my phone off of the table and called Kane. I wanted to see how he would respond to me calling him.
"Hello." I couldn't believe he answered.
"Hey Kane, What's up?" My palms grew sweaty.
"Why you calling me Robyn? Its clear you got your thug so what you calling me for?" He is such a cry baby.
"I just wanted to make sure you made it back to Miami safely and see that you're okay." I tried to sound calm.
"I decided not to go back to Miami. I'm gone stay here for a while." My heart dropped and my mouth became dry.
"How are things with you and ol boy. Has he been treating you right?" I knew by the sound of his voice he was up to something and I'm not about to punk out. If he come for me I'm going to kill his ass.
"Chris and I are fine. Never better." I could hear his teeth gritting over the phone and it gave me instant gratification. If he wanted to fuck with me then I'm going to fuck with him too.
It is about time that I embrace my past as well as my future. I'm with Chris now so I'm going to have to pull up my big girl panties and be there for him. He shouldn't always have to protect me. I should be able to protect him too.
"That's good for you and him but I have to go. I'll see you around."
"Indeed you will." The way he said it was in a matter of fact way. Like he knew for a fact he would see me.
After hanging up the phone I went to my closet and pulled out the pretty little guns Chris had gifted me. I placed the case on the table and gracefully opened it.
I rubbed my fingers across the steel. They are heavy as hell but still manageable. Placing my finger around the trigger. The cold actually felt good to my finger tips. I pointed the gun at the wall and wondered if my shooting would be any good. I'm going to have to ask Chris for some shooting lessons. Holding it in the air I took a few good breaths and placed them back in the case.
"There's no turning back." I said to myself.
Mel looked at me sideways. "I don't want you to get hurt Robz.. This all seems so dangerous. You sure you want this lifestyle" I bit my bottom lip and turned up my nose. "You are the one to talk little Ms. Mijo." We laughed.
"I know I'm just more worried for you."
I wrapped my arms around her. "It seems like the odds are against Chris if he moves by himself but if I try just as hard as him to get these people off of us we may have a better chance."
We hugged each other tighter as we sat in silence.
"Come. Let's get ready. Chris will be back in no time.
I wanted to grab one of the guns to take with me but I was deathly afraid of taking it inside of a hospital so I just decided to leave it.
Chris came back just as quickly as I thought he would.
"Y'all ready?" he asked as he stepped in the door. Mel and I both nodded as we headed towards Chris.
"I can't wait to see him." Mel rubbed her palms together. Her and Mijo had gotten so close. I wondered if he cared as much for her as she cared about him. I guess we are about to see.
Chris
I was thinking of the best way to tell Robyn that Kane had to be the person behind the picture being sent to her. That meant he too was following me at some point of time. I also need her to give me as much information as she can about him.
We were on our way to the hospital. I had made several detours and switched cars again to make sure that nobody would be following us.
"When you go to school you're going to have to have a driver until all of this can be figured out." I looked over at Robyn.
I was expecting her to get an attitude or say she wasn't doing it but she just nodded as if she was okay with what I said. I then noticed that all of this was probably taking a toll on her. I was praying she wouldn't leave again.
We arrived at the hospital just as they were giving Mijo his discharge papers.
"Aw baby look at you." Mel walked over and placed her arm around his good shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they kissed. I looked over at Robyn and once again she just looked dejected. I'm going to have to get her out tonight.
"You ready?" I asked Mijo and he looked relieved. "Hell yeah." Let's be up out of here.
"You got security now?" Mijo asked with a slight chuckle I guess he peeped the car not too far behind us.
"Man I had too. I have to keep my baby safe. People keep following me and I need to know who. The more security I have, the better the chances of me finding out who it is." I told him
"I feel you bro." He said from the backseat.
"I'm gone give you and Mel some time to chill. I'll drop y'all off at yo house and I'm gone go sit with my baby for a while." I looked over at Robyn and she smiled. That got an reaction out of her.
Robyn and I were sitting on the grass near the lake. Her eyes were on the water and my arms were wrapped around her waist. Her head laid softly against my chest.
"You know I love you right?" I asked her.
"You know I love you too?" She responded
"I'm sorry about all of this." I can't believe what we've been through in these short weeks.
"Chris." She turned and looked at me. "Don't blame yourself. We are in this together and we'll handle it together." She kissed my chin and I pulled her closer.
"I think Kane has something to do with some of this." She whispered. I leaned back and looked her in the face.
"What have you done Robyn? How would you know that?" I probed.
"I called him earlier and he sounded so creepy. I don't trust him and my dad told me last week that Kane has been lying about some things and he's not really who he say he is."
I couldn't believe Robyn was just now telling me this.
"Why didn't you tell me what your dad said." She humped her shoulders.
"It slipped my mind." I just pulled her closer to me. Mr. Fenty did tell me to call him if I needed anything I guess its time for me to make that call.
Sitting out at the lake actually lifted my spirits. The quiet sound of the waves going back and forth with Robyn's slow breathing could calm down any man.
"You hungry?" I asked her as I kissed the side of her neck. She didn't respond and at a closer glance I saw that she was asleep.
"My baby is tired." I said aloud
I thought about what my man was telling me earlier.
After doing some digging he found out that Eddie is rather young. He has only been on the force a few years and he's barely thirty. I also found out that Eddie's mother lives on the same street Robyn and I lived on as a kid. I wanted to tell Robyn but I knew that would only bring up bad memories and probably have her running back to Miami. I don't want to risk her leaving.
Kane
It is pure gratification seeing Robyn and Chris shaken up. I had been watching them since I left. Although sending that picture to Robyn may have been a mistake. I wanted to see if she would leave him.
Chris can't out smart me. No one can out smart me. I didn't get to where I am today being sloppy.
I was born Jason Williams to a drug addicted mother in Montgomery Alabama. As far as I can remember she didn't do anything for me. I can remember living on the streets at the age of five. She would prostitute herself right in front of me but never having money for food. The only way to survive was eating out restaurant dumpsters.
When I reached the age of ten I began to roam the streets by myself looking for anyone who could help me.
One day I found Kevin Jackson. He was around the same age as me and playing at a local park. When he saw me he didn't run or make fun like other kids my age.
Kevin and I hit it off right away. We talked about every thing. I told him about my mom and he talked about his parents and where he lived.His parents had money. Not rich like a celebrity but his father is a doctor. I had made my first friend but after a while it was time for him to go home. He told me to meet him back at the same time tomorrow.
Over the next few months Kevin who friends called him Kane and I became very close. He would bring me food and clothes and sometimes sneak me into his house to take a bath or sleep. He also taught me how to read and write as well, being that I had never been to school.
As we grew older I began to hate Kevin. Hate him for everything he had and I didn't. I wanted parents and friends and the life he had. I was tired of sleeping in parks and behind buildings. I couldn't get a job because I had no legal documents to prove who I was. I had no idea where to find my mother. Not to mention I didn't want to find her.
After Kevin graduated high school he had already made up his mind that he was going to Florida A&M university. He told me that I could come too and he would sneak me into his dorm. I agreed that the change of scenery would be great and I could probably build a life there.
Before starting college Kevin wanted to rent a boat and go out on the water to fish. I knew at the time it would be perfect for me. I wanted his life and he was practically giving it to me. Kevin and I were the same height and had similar looks. People would sometimes ask if we were brothers.
I told Kevin that I knew where the best place to fish because I had researched it but I was actually taking him deeper into the water where no one would find him.
He was sitting back drinking a beer as I took him further into the water.
"Bro I think this is far enough." He laughed and I laughed too. I stopped the boat and we prepared to fish.
For the next hour I gave him beer after beer after beer. Pretending that I was drinking them too. Once I realized he was drunk I grabbed the knife and charged for him.
"Say Jace, what you doing fool?" He wavered and I missed. Jace is what he always called me and I hated it.
"I'm sory Kane but you have to go, both of us can't be you." I smiled wickedly at him.
He tried to stand but was too drunk I rushed him with the knife and repeatedly stabbed him. The blood spilling out of his mouth was a sight to see. I actually liked it. I had so much adrenaline pushing through my veins I knew I was ready for anything. I dumped his body in the water before contemplating my next move.
Within a week I had completely took over Kevin's identity. New school, new town. No one knew exactly what he looked like. I have been living his life ever since. I know if I can get a way with that Robyn and her thug of a boyfriend is no match for me.
I was shocked as hell this broad had the nerve to show up at my apartment. I wanted so bad to let Chris handle it but I don't think I'm going to be able to.
"Robyn, chill okay. Just go in the house. I'll see you tomorrow." I gave him the funkiest look I could muster up. "So you want me to go in the house and chill while you comfort your trick?" He closed his eyes and I didn't give a damn if he was mad. I was tempted to slap the shit out of him.
"I don't mean it like that. I'm saying I just don't want it to be no trouble." I smacked my lips. You should have told her that before she popped up over here." I slid out of the truck before he could say another word.
I decided to not just pop off and keep it cool to see how she was going to react. I knew she wouldn't stay in line.
"So you left my bed to come and fuck this hoe." She yelled across the lot. I was shocked. I was stunned. For a second I was speechless.
"Who you calling a hoe tho?" I made sure I didn't deny it.
"Robyn go in the house please." Chris said calmly but it wasn't going to work.
"What for? So you can save her from this ass kicking she about to get." Ashley said. I started taking off my earrings and my shoes. Chris looked over at me and shook his head. I ignored him.
"Ashley take yo ass home. I'll talk to you when I get there." She shook her head no. "How you gone do me like that Breezy? You told me you loved me." A bit dramatic but she looked like a dramatic hoe.
After a closer glance I could see this hoe had on tennis shoes with her weave pulled back. Oh she came ready to get that ass whooped.
I stood there with my arms crossed waiting on this hoe to make a wrong move.
"Come on Ash, let's go home." The way he said that pulled on my heart a little bit. He said it in an affectionate way. I was jealous.
"Tell her you love me and only me." I looked at him waiting for him to tell me that bull and I was going to kick his ass too.
"Let's just leave." I was relieved I didn't have to kick his ass but I saw when she ran around him and came for me. She must of thought I was weak. As soon as she got arm length I hauled off and punched her dead in the face. Her head went back but she didn't fall so I punched her again by that time Chris had grabbed her and pulled her back.
"So you just gone let her hit me like that Chris?"
"Bitch you bet not run up on me like that again or I'm gone hit yo ass again."
"Robyn, ba." He almost called me baby and that only infuriated her more.
"Please go in the house Robyn. I'll see you later. "
"I'm gone go in the house but keep your pet in a cage." I turned to go in my apartment and I could hear Chris trying to calm her down while she cried and yelled obscenities.
I walked in my door only to see Kane sitting on the couch with a murderous glare.
"Why you lie to me Robyn?" I was confused
"What are you talking about?" I really wanted to know.
"You fucking him aren't you?" I bit my lip nervously.
"Who? What you talking about?"
"Robyn quit trying to play me like an idiot alright. I found the condoms in the trash" Oh shit I was busted. I had no response. Its like all of a sudden I had a mouth full of cotton.
"Why you digging through my trash?" Was all I could come up with. He was coming towards me and I be damn, cause I was getting scared. I kept telling myself he wouldn't hurt me. Until there was a loud knock on the door. I released the breath I was holding and ran to the door to see Mel standing there. "What's going on?" Mel asked as she looked over at both of us.
"You knew she was fucking him didn't you?' Kane barked. Mel looked over at me and I just stood speechless.
"All I did for you and this is the thanks I get." He kept on "I should slap the shit out of you.
I don't know if it was courage or what had got into me but he had pissed me off.
"Nah I highly doubt you would slap me but you can leave tho." He huffed "I ain't going no fucking place. I want all my shit back that I gave you." I reared back. "You ain't getting a fucking thing. Fuck you. You can leave my apartment tho like I said." I was yelling so loud I know I woke up a few neighbors.
"Bitch you must have lost your mind." He lunged toward me.
Chris
"Come on Ashley we have to go." I told her as she continued to cry outside of Robyn's place.
"I can't believe you Chris. Why you do me like this?" I shrugged. "Robyn and I have history. I'm sorry. Come let's go."
Just as she was getting in her car Mijo pulled up. "What the hell happened over here?" He jumped out of his car with Melissa hot on his heels. "Where's Robyn?" Melissa asked.
"Oh Tyson she upstairs." Mel took off running.
"I knew your ass was going to come with out me." I told him. "Nah I saw them at the club.' He replied
"Ashley came over trying to fight Robyn." I could see him looking around trying to see what was going on.
"How she know where she stay?" I shrugged my shoulders "Man I have no idea."
"Hold up you hear that." I asked Mijo as we both got quiet. It sounded like yelling.
"That's Robyn." We both took off toward her apartment. Damn I didn't have my gun but I knew Mijo had his.
We burst through the door to see Kane bitch ass lunging for Robyn.
"I know you not about to do that." I asked calmly. He looked over at me and then Mijo with his gun raised.
"I don't have time for this shit. You can have her." I mugged him.
"Nigga I been had her you was just keeping her company." He looked over at Robyn and shook his head. "Get back by yourself." He told Mel.
Damn Robyn had gotten into more shit in two weeks then I had in three years.
"Damn Robyn let me find out you a bad influence." I told her as I wrapped my arms around her waist. She just placed her hands on my chest.
"You good?" I asked her. She was shaking like a leaf. "I thought you were about to kill him." She looked up into my eyes and I could see the same little fourteen year old girl frantic. It had been four years and she still hadn't got over it.
It was a lot easier for me. In the business you have to do what you have to do. I have to admit that's not the only person that I've sent to me their maker.
"Let me run you some bath water." I told her as I led her to the master bath. She came willingly.
After running her a bubble bath I helped her out of her clothes. Robyn has the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Her ass and titties fit her perfectly. She could eat cheeseburgers and french fries and still have abs. She is the epitome of sexy.
She lowered her self into the warm water as I grabbed a wash cloth to clean her. She laid back with her eyes closed. I softly rubbed her body. "You so good to me Chris." She whispered. I didn't comment or respond I just continued to softly wash her.
"Get in." She looked up at me. "What?" She tilted her head to the side.
"Come on Chris. Get in with me." How could I turn down that.
I took off my clothes and climbed in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her as she laid her head back on my chest. I could sit like this forever. Well until the water got cold.
After a few minutes she turned around and straddled me. "What you doing?" I grabbed her around the waist. She captured my lips with hers. I liked this Robyn. Very forward.
She kissed down my chest and I got goose bumps every where she kissed. Her lips are just that soft. My dick was right under her ass. All she had to do was lift and I was going in. She made her way back up to my lips and I savored her tongue. Her hands went up to my head as she rubbed her fingers through my hair. I stuck my finger into her pussy. It was tight and hot. She slowly rotated her hips. Drenching my finger in her wetness.
At this rate I wanted to get in her and fast. "Get in me Chris." She was right on time. She lifted up and slid back down on CJ. The tightness and the wetness felt so damn good to me. She wrapped her arms around me and bounced up and down. We were riding the waves. She was bouncing I was thrusting. We were in perfect harmony. I could feel every muscle in her pussy gripping my dick as she bounced up and down and rotated her hips. She by far had the best pussy I had ever felt.
"Who's pussy is this?" I kept my hands on her hips.
"Ooh its yours baby?" She closed her eyes.
"Nah I don't think you mean that." I pushed myself further up in her and grabbed her wait tighter.
"No , daddy, daddy ,baby its yours, all yours." She kept bouncing.
"How long its gone be mine?" I continued to shove my dick in her.
"Forever and ever daddy. Always." She was rambling and moaning and screaming. She had my dick harder than a brick.
"I'm cumming daddy." That did it for me. For the second time tonight I let go and was deeply satisfied. She laid her head on my chest and we just sat there.
Ashley
I have been at home for two hours now and Chris still has not made it. I can't believe he trying to leave me for her. "That's my best friend bull shit." I said to myself.
If he thought he was getting rid of me he had another thing coming. And I'm gone show her for putting her hands on me and trying to take my man. Chris and I have been together for over three years. He has always been my rock. I could always depend on him. Now I don't know what I'm going to do.
I wonder if I was his baby mama would he still leave me. My mind began to race with the possibilities of us having a kid. If I could just get him to nut in me. I never really wanted a baby. I didn't want to mess up my curvaceous figure but I would to be set for life.
