Ava Gray #2
“It’s definitely not too much to handle, sweetheart. And why would I quit, when I own it?”
“So, what you’re trying to say is you’ll just fire me?” I raised one eyebrow.
“I might,” he said with a straight face.
That made me squint my eyes because I wasn’t feeling that answer.
“I’m just fuckin’ with you.” He laughed.
I loved listening to that laugh. It was deep.
A little raspy. It was sexy. Damn, this man was so sexy.
I had to silently agree, though. This shit might end up becoming a problem.
While we ate our food, I learned that he had just met the Whitmores.
He gave me a brief rundown about his actual family.
When he told me he came from a black family, I chuckled on the inside.
The way he spoke made it seem like he was born into one. But who was I to judge?
I didn’t care if this man came from the planet Mars.
If I wasn’t married, I would definitely make myself available.
He told me his daughter, Zoie, had been talking about my baby girl.
She was still curious to know why Savannah wouldn’t speak.
I explained Savannah’s condition and that we used sign language to communicate.
Her therapy teacher said as Savannah got older, it was very likely that she would develop a stronger verbal vocabulary.
Ethan and I rambled on for damn near four hours without noticing the time. It wasn’t until Rob called my phone. I excused myself from the table, walked toward the bathrooms, and stood in the corner.
“Yes?”
“What you doing?” he asked.
“About to get off work. What’s wrong?”
He was quiet for a moment.
“Nothing. How long will it be before you get here.”
“Forty-five minutes, probably. I have to get Savannah,” I told him.
“Nah. I called your mom to see if she could stay the night. We need to talk.”
I rolled my eyes because I did not feel like coming home to a fight.
“Okay, I’m on my way in a minute.”
“Alright. I love you.”
I looked at my phone confusedly. It had been a while since he’d said those words to me.
“I love you too.”
The call ended, and I quickly returned to the table.
I informed Ethan that I had to go and get to Savannah.
I was glad he didn’t ask any questions because I hated to lie.
Hell, I hated that I had to cut our time short.
He drove me back to the company, and we said our goodbyes.
I noticed that he waited for me to get in the car and drive before pulling off behind me.
I wondered what Rob had to talk about. I dreaded the thought because it always seemed to be some shit with him.
Thirty minutes passed before I pulled into the driveway.
I made sure I had all my belongings before locking my car doors.
Once I got to the front door, I sighed deeply as I turned my key in the lock.
Everything seemed normal except the smell of food coming from the kitchen.
That was strange to me because Rob didn’t cook. In the kitchen, he had dinner for two.
“What’s this?”
I stood still, observing the romantic display. He had candles lit, rose petals laid out. The nigga went all out, which he’d never done before.
“I wanted to do something nice. I figured you’d be too tired to cook and probably hungry to.”
“Oh, that’s nice…and thoughtful” I smiled a little. “Are you okay?” I side eyed him.
“I’m good. Damn, I can’t do something nice for my wife?” He walked toward me.
I flinched when his arms wrapped around my waist as he kissed my cheek.
His hands began to caress my body, and I cringed on the inside.
In all honesty, I wanted to stop him as he began to undress me.
However, I knew that would only lead to a fight.
Over time, intimacy had started to feel more like a chore.
For me, the fun part in it no longer existed.
But of course, I pretended as if I was turned on and ready for him to take me down.
I couldn’t help but notice that he took his time.
It had been so long since he actually handled me with care.
Normally, he’s rough and demanding. The thought of foreplay was nonexistent.
I stood still while his hands roamed all over my body.
I assumed he had no intention of going to the bedroom.
As soon as he pulled his pants down to expose himself, his phone rang.
At first he ignored it, as he turned me around to bend over on the counter, and continued on to penetrate me.
It rang out again two more times back to back.
I felt his dick go limp before he smacked his lips and pulled out.
“What the fuck, man.” He huffed. “Hold up,”
He walked away from me to take the phone call in another room. At that point, I was irritated. Moments later, he walked back into the kitchen with his clothes fixed.
“I gotta step out real quick. I’ll be back to finish what I started.” He kissed my cheek.
My eyes rolled when his back turned to me, and he headed out the door.
I made sure the house was locked up, and blew out the candles he had lit before I went to the room.
I took my time, and gathered everything I needed to take a quick shower before I got in bed.
As I stood underneath the hot water, images of Ethan’s stare and smile popped into my mind.
“Nope, we’re not doing that.” I said to myself.
I continued on with my shower in silence.
After about ten minutes, I dried off, threw my night clothes on and slid in bed.
There wasn’t anything particular that I wanted to watch on TV, so I turned on Tyler Perry’s Sistas.
It was hard for me to get comfortable, as I tossed and turned, trying to find the right position to lay in.
I was tired, but I wasn’t actually sleepy.
As I lay staring up at the ceiling, Ethan crept into my mind once again.
This time, I didn’t even bother to shake him from my thoughts.
I reached over to my dresser, and pulled out my black rose.
As I laid back and got comfortable, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with him.
I could see us in one of the offices, me bent over on a desk as he stroked me from behind.
A moan escaped my lips just from the thought as I teased my clit with vibration.
That little rose packed a lot of power. I was seconds away from cumming, when my phone chimed.
It wasn’t my personal phone, but the company phone.
When I glanced at the screen, it was a text from Ethan.
“I appreciate you joining me for lunch. How about you add that to both of our schedules? Every Friday at two o’clock.”
This man must’ve known I was fantasizing about him.
The image of his lips and sexy smile came into play again.
I could even see him using that thick tongue to lick his lips.
Damn, I wanted to know what that felt like.
I clicked the button on my rose to increase the vibration and added a little more pressure.
My imagination got the best of me, and before I knew it, I was calling this man's name as I came.
I had to catch my breath as my body twitched from the intensity.
“Sounds good, and you’re welcome. Good night Mr. Whitmore.”
Once I pressed send, I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. God, please don’t let this man become a problem, I prayed before drifting off to sleep.