Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Laikin
I was pulling up at the restaurant with Amena, who was sitting pretty, with her hair away from her face, showcasing the curve of her neck and her kissable lips. After getting blasted on social media at people thinking I was cheating on Callie, I made it clear we were never a couple. Amena’s been the girl for me, even when we weren't together. The pictures, along with Sarai’s statement of keeping my personal life private, only garnered more interest and even magazines wanted us to do joint interviews. I told her to decline, because nothing would get in the way of our relationship and that included her ex-husband. Thankfully, he’d stayed off our radar—even to the point of ignoring his son. For a grown man to not be responsible for his child, it only pissed me off more. Accepting Kayne wasn’t hard because the kid was smart, funny, and loveable.
I helped Amena out of the car and set the alarm. I pushed through the crowd of fans who were noticing me and walked past them to the entryway of the restaurant. One of her favorite meals was Indian food, the spicier the better, and I had made a reservation for a private table in the back.The hostess gave a warm smile. I scanned the paintings on the walls, as the people around us murmured and talked. The robust smells of spices lingered in the air, while the waitresses rushed by to bring out orders.
I held up two fingers. “Two for Trenton reservation.”
Our eyes locked and she checked off my name, taking menus and escorting us to section. I helped Amena take a seat then went to the other side of the table. It immediately became a surreal moment from a fleeting time that I thought would never happen again. A sense of weightlessness struck me to see her happy based on my actions.
Her hand glided over the table to engulf mine. “For the first time in months, I’m excited to be out on a date, like a real adult.”
“We eat first, and then I have another surprise for you afterwards.”
“What is it?”
Our waitress appeared, placed straws on the table and filled our glasses with water before pulling out her notepad.
“Hello, I will be your waitress tonight. My name is Sheila.”
“Thank you, Sheila. What’s most important is our continued privacy.” I wanted to make sure our back table would be clear of me getting hounded. I could have called security, but my goal was to have an intimate dinner with Amena.
Shelia said, “No problem, Mr. Trenton. Can I start you with a drink?”
“I will take red wine,” Amena ordered as she closed the menu.
“Same—and can we get the curry special, and the rista meatball dish?” I ordered for the both of us.
Sheila reached to take the menus from the table, thanked us, then sauntered off to the back.
Amena clasped her hands together, with her elbow on top of the table. “Are you going to keep the next stop a surprise for real?”
Instinct made me skate my hands out to grip the top of her hand. “Yes.”
The sweet aroma of strawberries invaded my nose. “Fine, be a sorry sport.” Amena’s voice was low and stoic.
The wine glasses were placed on the table, and the bottle was left in a tub of ice to the side. I picked up my glass to make a toast. “To the future.”
“To the future.” We clinked glasses and Amena sipped on her wine.
“Virgil, Callie, and anyone else cannot make a difference in our lives, unless we choose to let them.”
“You’re right.”
“I know I am.”
Twenty minutes later, the food was delivered, and I scooped up my napkin and utensils to eat.
“So, you don't think it’s too fast?”
“No, we’re not kids anymore. I have plans for you and Kayne.”
“Thank you for including him. I know dating someone with a kid can be hard. Probably don't tell you enough how much it means to me when you helped get us the condo.”
“At first when you came around, I had doubts, but that changed.”
Her eyes blinked rapidly in thought. “Same and I really care about you, Laikin. To be honest, I never stopped loving you.”
“Virgil and Callie are the past.” I took a sip of my drink, prayed she understood my words. “What are you planning to do for his birthday?”
She was smiling and radiant. “A small party with family and a few friends.”
“I can have Sarai help arrange the party.”
“No, that’s too much.”
“Amena.” For some reason I found her displeasure amusing.
She wagged her finger. “Laikin, her job is not to tend to your girlfriend.”
“She’s down to help me, and you’re an extension of me.”
Amena said through an awkward chuckle, “Sarai’s going to kill you one day.”
“I pay her more than enough to put up with me.”
Dinner continued as we talked for the rest of the evening and we took our dessert to go. I paid the bill, helped her to the car, and sped off, avoiding another onslaught of fans that had gathered when we stepped out of the restaurant together.
Flying through the light traffic on main road finally pulled up to the K1 Speed Go-Kart Racing center. I turned off the ignition, and watched as her eyes moved from the building and back to me with her mouth wide open. I whipped around to the backseat and pulled out a pair of shoes for her to change into.
“Laikin,” she breathlessly whispered, taking the shoes from me to switch.
Unlocking our doors, I came around to her side and held a hand for her to take. “Come on.”
“You remembered our first date.” Her wet tears slid down her cheek.
When her eyes sparkled, I grinned and grabbed the handle of the door. The night air was still cool to the touch.
“You owe me after you cheated me out of best of three.”
Amena bounced on the balls of her feet. “That’s a lie!” She shot me a side-eye.
“One drive and whoever wins is crowned the best.”
My baby held up her pinky finger. “Deal.”
“Must be real if you got the pink finger out.” I smiled lopsidedly at her and a surge of excitement lit up her features.
After I paid, the desk staff showed us to our section.
“Wow, I hope your ego can handle being second-best,” Amena teased, sticking out her tongue.
“Pepper, we both know I will dust your ass.”
“Talk is cheap, playboy.” Amena clapped me on the stomach and got situated in the go-kart with her helmet on.
“Stop talking and put your big girl panties on,” I taunted with trash talking, and climbed into the kart. Getting the signal, we took off, and I watched both sides as I came around the corner of the track. Amena was right behind me. I tried to weave in and out to test her, and she did something that completely distracted me.
“Laikin, I can’t wait to suck your dick.”
My brain tapped out, and my dick got hard. I shook it off so I could catch up. She made the one lap and I finally came up alongside her to do another lap.
Amena knew she was a distraction. “I know that dick is ready for me.”
It caused me to stop, and I looked in her direction. She was laughing as she pulled up to the finish line.
I bit my lip. “You cheated!”
She ignored me, jumping for joy because she won. I removed the helmet and stared down at her with lust in my eyes.
“Look at my dick.” I knew the thought of her licking my tip would distract her.
Amena cleared her throat. She ran her fingers over my broad shoulders, and my arms snaked around her body.
“Be a good boy and I might let you play with the back of my throat.”
My eyes darkened, and when I gripped her butt, her eyes sparkled with need. “One more round.” I pecked her on the mouth.
The both of us broke into a smile.
“Fine, one more.”
Every moment felt like old times-- carefree, like being kids again. I won the next two rounds, and we called it quits to go home and finish off the night by fucking and sucking to see who had the most orgasms.
* * *
Feeling a slight buzz from last night, I slowly removed my shades and relaxed in the chair across from Sarai in her office. I promised Amena that I would handle Kayne’s birthday party and, after the extra shower sex we had when I woke up, my ass was all too happy to get over there in a hurry.
“Let me guess, you had a nice night with your girl.” Sarai tore up a piece of paper and tossed it in the trash.
“Every moment with my girl is perfect.”
“Get to the reason why you’re barging in my office for my attention, Laikin. I’m still cleaning up the mess from you boasting on the race track other day.”
“Why would I slack on my joy in winning a race? They better get thicker skin.”
“Typical male driven ego.”
“Sarai, you are my favorite.”
“Which means you want something.”
“Nothing too crazy.”
“Answer is no.”
“I didn't even tell you what I need help with. At least hear it first.”
“Go ahead.”
“Kayne's birthday.”
Like a tornado she ripped my idea apart. “No.”
“Sarai.”
Her eyes flared up but cooled down. “Laikin, I am running a million-dollar business; you are not my only client.”
“ Favorite client—you can admit it.”
A small part of her liked Amena. “Funny.”
“Come on, sis. A small gathering of his friends and family, at Disneyland or something.”
“Disneyland!”
“Too small?” I jested.
Sarai pointed at the door. “Laikin, get out of my office.”
“Once you agree to handle the party planning, I will leave and not bother you for a week.”
“That’s a lie because we have a magazine interview coming up.”
“All the more reason to help your brother out. I promised my girl.”
“See, promising something you had no business even dreaming up… I am not an assistant. I help to keep your shenanigans out of the public eye.”
I was loving every minute of getting under her skin. “And you do a beautiful job, sis.”
“Get out!” Her glare was comical.
“Okay, I will pay you an extra Twenty thousand on top of your normal fee.”
Sarai caressed her cheek. “An extra Twenty thousand on top of my fee? You love her.”
I sighed. “Yes or no, Sarai.”
“I hate to disappoint children. Make it thirty, and you got a deal.”
“Damn, Sarai, you robbing your favorite client.”
“No, I’m setting expectations that you will not drop shit on my lap last minute again without paying up, Mr. Trenton.”
I rose out of the chair. “Here we go with the Mr. Trenton stuff again.”
“Have Amena send the details, and when do you need the party?”
“A month.”
“Seriously?”
I reached in my pocket to pull out my cell phone. “Keep me posted and the money is transferring right now.”
“Bet your accountant hates you.”
“She loves me more when bonuses drop every year.”
My afternoon was relaxing. As soon as I left Sarai’s, I picked up lunch for Amena and headed to her office. After parking, I pulled on a hoodie to avoid drawing the attention of the cameras. Her building has no security and there was a lot of traffic from the other businesses on the same floor as Amena's. I grabbed the food and headed inside. I knocked and heard heels clicking on the floor. She opened the door and a small smile greeted me.
“Brought you lunch.”
“Thank you, babe. You shouldn’t have.” Amena stood to the side to allow me to enter.
I dropped the bag on the table, linked an arm around her waist, and pulled her on top of me as I laid on the couch, slipping a hand under her shirt.
“Oh...”
My girl was warm-hearted, sensible, and not with me for the money—even though I liked to spoil her.
“Love that sound, baby.”
“What are you doing?”
“I missed you.”
“Ah!” Amena gasped when my finger pressed against her pussy.
“Relax, you will have people thinking I’m killing you in here.”
A look of bliss fell over her face. “Don’t stop.”
My finger dipped in and out, feeling her warmth embracing my intrusion.
“Oh God.”
I gently bit her neck and soothed away the sting with my tongue as I could feel her clench around my fingers and her juices drip onto my pants.
“Fuck me.”
I ran my hands through her hair and gripped it tight, ready to slide into her. I fed her my tongue, and Amena panted, clumsily fumbling with the strings on my joggers to pull my dick out. I was grateful that she was wearing a loose skirt today. I eased it around her hips, pushed her panties over, and helped her ease down onto my dick.
“Damn, baby.”
“I have a client coming in ten minutes. You better hurry up.”
The feel of her skin jolted my senses. “Shit, they’re gonna have to reschedule.”
“Stop playing, Laikin.” Her skin glowed with a faint sheen.
“Fuck, Amena!”
I hated to rush, but her business was important to her, and I had plans to get in some practice later today. There were no more words, just sounds of passion. With every whisper, every moan, I made her mine.
“Now you got me all sweaty and my client is probably parking right now.” Amena moved off me, pushed her skirt down, and slicked down her peach crinkled knit top.
All the furniture was modern, the carpet a shade of gray. The curtains were open, letting the sunlight stream along the walls.
I put myself back together, pinched my nose, and sat up straight. “One of the reasons I came here is because Sarai is on board with planning Kayne’s birthday party.”
Amena came out of the bathroom in her office, holding a wipe. “How much is the cost? I know she’s in high demand.”
“Cost doesn’t matter.”
“You’re not paying.” I hopped up and went to wash up.
Turning off the faucet I tossed the towel in the bin, and stared at her, then bent down and raised her chin. “Have a good day, and eat your lunch.” I ignored her stare.
“We’re not done talking about the party!”
I stalked out of the office, pressed a button for the elevator, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I lifted it out of my pocket right as the bell dinged, and I hopped on, returning a text to Sarai.
Sarai: What is the theme?
Me: He loves Spiderman.
Sarai: It's going to be a very expensive day for you.
Me: No budget, he can have whatever he wants.
Sarai: That’s what I like to hear.
Me: Thanks Sarai. I appreciate you.
Sarai: You better.
I stepped out and headed to the parking structure and slid back in my vehicle, leaving my phone on the seat. I clasped the seatbelt, started the car and drove out of the building, hearing fire trucks. A bus rolled by when I came to a street light.
Speeding through the green light, I headed home to shower, work out, and prepare for the upcoming race.