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Stolen Moments In Time (Ending 3 of 6)
WASHINGTON, D.C
McLean
Preston’s Residence
Preston pulled the vehicle into a two-car driveway. He withdrew the key out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt.
“Is this your mother’s home?”
“No, this is my home.”
“And you just purchased a home in New York.”
“Yes, now we have two homes.”
“Preston, I really have to get back to New York.”
“You will, I promise.”
Preston opened the door, got out the car, and closed the door back. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Artesia.
Artesia stepped out the car and pushed the door close. She looked at the four-story colonial home.
“This is very nice Preston.” Atresia glanced around, nothing but professional landscape grounds and lush meadowlands welcomed her eyesight.
“Would you like to see inside?”
Artesia bit down on her bottom lip. She glanced down at her Cartier watch.
“Yes, however, this will have to be a brief tour.”
Preston grabbed onto Artesia’s hand and both walked to the entrance.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“I lost her and her companion.”
“This shit is inexcusable. I paid you to perform a job. Obvious, with my son out the way; you still cannot complete this assignment. That woman is nothing but bad news for my son, a simple half-breed whore. Thank goodness, I sent my son out of town until that harlot is out of his life.”
Artesia clapped her hands.
Mrs. Giordano and Barolos looked over at the door.
Artesia entered the study.
“How…how did you get in here?”
“The butler let me in.”
Artesia looked over at Barolos.
“I guess our meetings were not by chance, but by design.”
Barolos cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry Artesia, I really am.”
Artesia walked over to where Mrs. Giordano and Barolos stood.
“Well, Mrs. Giordano, I never played poker, however, I do know when to fold. You can give your son back this.”
Artesia lifted Mrs. Giordano’s hand, turned it over, and placed her engagement ring in the palm of her hand. She closed Mrs. Giordano’s fingers over it.
“Wait... I have people coming here from Italy and Sicily to this wedding.”
Artesia laughed.
“For a minute, you almost had me convinced. Take care…”
“Mrs. Giordano! Mrs. Giordano!”
The butler bust into the study, panting.
“For God’s sake Mannes, get a hold of yourself, what is it?”
The butler ran over to the mounted television, lifted the remote control, and pointed it at the television. He pressed the power button.
“For those of you who are just tuning in. Tristano Giordano the III, the CFO of Giordano Accounting Firm in Manhattan, New York, has been arrested for sexual assault. You are familiar with Mr. Giordano; he was recently accused of embezzlement from his place of employment to pay for his addiction to high-class call girls.”
“Mannes, get the family attorney on the line, now dammit!”
“Yes Mrs. Giordano.”
The butler ran out the study.
Artesia strolled to the door.
“And where do you think you’re going young lady.”
“Home.”
“As a future Giordano wife, you will stay until this matter has been addressed.”
“No thank you. Good luck with your son’s private matters.”
Artesia walked out the study.
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
Area A-1
Downtown & Charleston
“Dammit, I did not rape anyone. The accuser, a friend of hers, and I remained in the Hotel’s Bar and Lounge to socialize. And if my memory serves me correctly, the accused and her friend left an hour before I returned to my hotel suite, alone.”
“Mr. Giordano, you were chosen from a line-up.”
“Do you people need me to do your fucking job for you? I suggest you take a look at the surveillance tapes from the mounted cameras throughout the hotel corridors. It will specifically show me enter my hotel suite alone, and not exit it, until your officers pounded on my door this morning.”
The investigative officer looked at Tristano.
He walked to the door, opened it, and walked out. He pulled the door close.
Tristano palmed his five o’clock shadow.
“I can’t talk to you, you don’t listen, and you’re suspicious of my every move. I cannot marry a man under these depressive conditions. The marriage is off, your mother wanted me out of your life, well consider me gone.”
God, he missed Artesia. Did he think it would be easy to walk away, and not feel the shit?
The door opened. The investigative officer entered the Interrogation Room.
“Mr. Giordano, everything has checked out. You are free to leave.”
“Wait a fucking minute! You booked me on some trumped up charges without going through the proper legal channels.”
“Apparently, the accuser has recanted her story, and stated she made it all up.”
“I do not believe this shit!”
“Mr. Giordano, you were not arrested; you were merely detained and questioned on the pending allegations.”
“You will hear from my attorney, and for those two women, I suggest they be arrested for filing false charges.”
“Not to worry, the issue will be addressed accordingly, and I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Tristano stood and walked to the door. He turned around.
“I suggest this Police Department, issue an update to the public on the false allegations. My future father-in-law is a Supreme Court Judge.”
“It will be taken care of sir.”
Tristano walked out the Interrogation room. He walked over to a mounted payphone. Shit, he did not have any money on him to even make a call.
NEW YORK STATE SUPREME COURT BUILDING
Artesia leaned back in her chair. She thought about Tristano, and then she thought about Preston. She was confused on so many levels. She liked Preston, and all the ideologies he stood for, and then, Tristano, so demanding, highly jealous, but attentive to all her needs, in and out of bed.
Her telephone rang.
Artesia scooted her chair under the desk, reached for the telephone, and lifted the receiver. She placed it up to her ear.
“Hello.”
HILTON HOTEL
Boston, Massachusetts
“I swear I did not do it.”
Artesia hugged the telephone receiver.
“I never once believed you did. Are you all right?”
“Yes, they miraculously dropped all charges, and the Boston Police Department will be holding a press conference momentarily.”
“Tristano, that’s good news, but it does not excuse the fact you were somehow caught up in this mess with two women.”
“Baby, I know. I was in the bar drinking, no getting drunk, and one woman asked me to buy her a drink, and then her friend joined us, but at no time, did I disrespect them, you, or myself.”
“It doesn’t matter, we’re no longer engaged.”
Tristano closed his eyes.
“Artesia, I just need to hold you so bad, that’s all I’m asking for, after that, if you still feel the same, I’ll step aside, and let you…uh go.”
“And you are confident that you can do this, just let me go, and give me that bogus transcript.”
“To hold you in my arms again, I’ll do anything you ask.” Tristano slicked his hand back through his hair.
“I need to see you tonight.”
“How about the audit.”
“Fuck the audit. Can you meet me at home?”
“I have plans this evening.”
“Please baby, I really need to see you. Sitting in a jail cell, a man gets a new perspective on life.”
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to see each other. Oh, and your mother has your engagement ring.”
“You really don’t love me any longer? Am I such a jerk, you couldn’t face me to tell me our engagement is off.”
“The moment, you advised me how you will not only destroy me, but my career, our relationship ended.”
“I’ve made a mess of everything, and I apologize, but at least you owe me a face-to-face goodbye, please, just one last evening together.”
She wanted to crawl in bed, forget the drama of two men buzzing in her ear, and rest.
“I will be there Tristano, and do not expect any changes to my decision, our relationship is over.”
“After I stop over my parent’s residence. I will be home.”
“I’ll see you later then.”
“I really do love you Artesia.”
“Bye Mr. Giordano the III.”
Artesia hung up the telephone before Tristano had time to reply.
Tristano hung up the telephone.
“You need to get your shit in order,” he said to himself.
He placed his luggage on the bed, opened it, and began to pack.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“Dear, I am thankful this misunderstanding has been addressed.”
“Yes, and to think our son will be getting married next month. This hardly seems like the time for a family scandal.”
“Well, the wedding has been called off, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Mr. Giordano took a sip of his Chablis, and placed the glass down on the dining table.
“Kids these days get cold feet all the time. However, I cannot believe our son is dragging his feet getting to the alter.”
“Actually, that harlot called it off.”
“Dear, I’ve never heard you speak in reference to another person as that. Have you asked yourself, if that’s what our son truly wants?”
“I’m sure he could do better. Someone who…”
“Is Italian.”
“Yes.”
“Dear, I’m sure our son will be fine. Miss. Wockivoi comes from an affluent background. Quit worrying, and let the boy grow up.”
Mrs. Giordano knifed into her steak.
“Dear, I will not have you interfering with our son’s private affairs.”
“I still say Tristano could do better. And I’m sure our son will agree once I’ve had a word with him.”
Mr. Giordano looked across the table at his wife.
NEW YORK STATE SUPREME COURT BUILDING
Someone knocked on her door
“Come in.”
Preston turned the doorknob, and entered Artesia’s office. He closed the door.
The first thing Artesia noticed was the dozen of long-stem mixed roses in his hand.
“I knew I misplaced those this morning.”
Artesia stood and walked around her desk.
“Good morning.”
Preston pulled Artesia into his arms and kissed her on the lips.
Artesia wrapped her arms around Preston’s neck, and lessened the space of her body.
“I’ve missed you all day.”
Artesia scooted back. She wiped the smear of her lipstick from off his lips.
“Are those for me?”
“Yes.”
Artesia stepped back. Preston handed the bouquet of roses to her.
Artesia leaned her face downward and sniffed one of the roses; she leaned her face upward and kissed Preston on his lips. She caressed his cheek.
“Thank you, they’re lovely.”
Preston’s dick instantly rose. He removed the roses from out Artesia’s hand and tossed them on top of her desk. He lifted her from off her feet and supported her weight against his body.
“Tell me last night was not beginners’ luck.”
“Last night was beginners’ luck.”
Preston squeezed Artesia tighter.
“I don’t know, maybe we should reconfirm it once again, just to be certain.”
Preston slid Artesia down his body. He ran over to the door and locked it.
Artesia was already out of her suit jacket, her skirt and thong drooped down to her ankles.
Preston yanked his shirt up from out his pants, and unbuttoned it. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the button to his pants, and then unzipped them. He pushed down his pants, his boxer shorts followed.
Artesia looked down at Preston’s erection. She felt no shame in finding comfort in his arms, or his dick pulsating inside of her with a strong intent to detonate.
Preston lifted Artesia and laid her down on the conference table.
The cold surface met Artesia’s back.
Preston knelt down on his knees. He opened Artesia’s thighs, and immediately stuck his tongue inside her pussy.
“Oh Pres...”
Artesia’s back repeatedly flapped off the surface of the table. She squeezed her breasts while Preston dug his tongue inside of her.
Preston placed his palms on top of Artesia’s upper thighs and fired his tongue in and out of her womanhood.
“Pres…oh sh…shit.”
Preston stood. He placed both palms on the sides of Artesia’s hips. He leaned his head downward and nipped at a nipple. He kissed the light-brown landing surrounding her breast. He stuck his fingers inside her mouth.
Artesia greedily sucked on Preston’s fingers.
Preston withdrew his fingers and straightened his posture.
He climbed on top of the table and situated himself over Artesia. He palmed his firm erection with one hand, and centered her body with the other; he stuck his dick inside her pussy.
“Uum.”
Preston leaned down and kissed Artesia’s lips.
Artesia wrapped her legs around his lower back.
Preston stationed Artesia’s arms above her head. He dropped his head and swept his tongue across each breast. He suckled a nipple, and then teased the tip with the side of his tongue.
“Oh sweet...”
Artesia lifted her pussy upward as Preston jabbed his dick into her.
“I’m in love… Oh Artesia save me.”
Preston’s ejaculation spilled out. He dropped his body down on hers and consistently collided his groin into her pelvis.
“Oh... Preston.”
Artesia indented her nails in his back; she raked them across his skin in the midst of climaxing.
Preston kissed Artesia’s lips, and submerged his dick inside her vaginal juices.
“I’m so in love with you; our house we purchased can’t run itself. I promise I’ll make you happy.”
Preston kissed Artesia on her lips. He inched his face back.
“Marry me Artesia. I swear you will never regret it.”
“Can I think about it?”
Preston inched back.
“You’re kidding right? Think about it. Wait a minute, am I getting punked?”
“Okay, then, no.”
“I like the first concept.”
“I’m really starting to like you.”
“Could it be the dick still inside of you?”
“That’s only a pre-marital perk.”
Both laughed.
Her desktop phone rang.
Preston kissed Artesia’s lips.
“Your telephone is ringing.”
“Umm hum.”
Artesia turned her neck to one side.
Preston licked the side of her neck.
The phone continued to ring.
Preston inched his upper body back. Artesia drugged his body back down to hers.
“Now don’t get addicted to this pipe inside of you, and then turn a brotha down in the end.”
“I’m still not convinced.”
“Baby, if I continue to ram my dick inside of you, this table is going to tumble under us.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Let’s have dinner tonight.”
“I can’t, I have some unfinished business I need to take care of.”
“You need any help.”
“No, however, how about tomorrow night?”
“Yes, and thank you for the reference. I have a panel interview tomorrow morning.”
“Congratulations.”
Preston pulsated his dick inside of her.
“For this, yes.”
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
Someone knocked on the door.
“Yes.”
“Miss. Wockivoi, your client is in the conference room.”
“Thank you, I will be right there.”
“Oh shit, I almost forgot gorgeous.”
“What is it?”
“I also have an interview with Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law.”
Artesia pushed Preston’s chest back.
“Are you kidding?”
“No baby, I have an appointment with a Mr. Bradley Morris Jr., tomorrow morning.”
“Wow, and you’ve met Bradley.”
“Yes, why do you act so surprise?”
“It’s nothing. Wait, well for starters, how are you going to practice law in New Jersey, when you just purchased a home in New York?”
“My name isn’t on the dotted line yet. Is there any other reason, why I shouldn’t accept the position, if I’m made an offer?”
Artesia bit down on her bottom lip.
“Aah… I think you could...uh do…better.”
“And that’s the only reason why you’re hesitant in my decision to join that firm.”
“Uh, yes.”
Preston withdrew his flaccid dick, his feet hit the carpet. He backed up, turned around, and walked over to where his clothes laid. He dressed in haste.
Artesia sat up. She watched Preston put his clothes back on.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
Artesia scooted off the table and gathered her clothes up. She quickly dressed.
“If I take this job at Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law, it’s not going to present a problem between us, is it?” Preston tossed over his shoulder.
“No.”
“Cancel tomorrow, I have more important things to take care of.”
“Preston, just a few minutes ago you were making love to me on a table, now, I sense discord in the air.”
“My mother always forewarned me about women and their fucking dirty little secrets.”
“What does that supposed to mean, if you have something to say, by all means, say it, I’m a little too old for riddles.”
Preston turned around.
“You couldn’t even get you’re damn mouth moving to let me know, you were once employed at Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law, and you had an intimate relationship with the same fuck, who is to interview me tomorrow.”
“I... How did you know that?”
“It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy. I’m sure I could find an honest woman to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.”
“So, this relationship is... is over before we got started.”
“Yeah. I’m going to do my own thing for now. I’ll see you in court, Attorney Wockivoi.”
Preston opened the door, exited Artesia’s office, and pulled the door close with a bang.
What is the world coming too? Two men, and free of them both, yes.
Artesia walked to her desk. She pressed in the intercom button.
“Miss. Dunes, could you please tell my client I will be available in ten minutes, I’m wrapping up a call.”
“Yes, Miss. Wockivoi.”
Artesia lifted the bouquet of roses and sniffed them again. She dropped them in a trash bin near her desk.
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Artesia walked out the courtroom feeling euphoric for winning another case. She silently congratulated her accomplishments. She inspired to become a District Attorney as her mother.
“Counselor Wockivoi.”
Artesia turned around.
“Hey, I’m sorry about your client’s conviction.”
“Maybe another time. Oh, congratulations on your client’s acquittal. I must say the law is not blinded, as long as you’re in the courtroom.”
“I hope that’s a tribute to my profession, and not a derogatory remark to my gender.”
“The only thing a male judge tends to see in the courtroom, is your breasts, lips, tight ass, and long legs under a mini-skirt.”
Artesia leaned over and whispered, “Maybe you should wear one; you just might win a case. Good day, counselor.”
Artesia walked down the steps of the courthouse.
“Male chauvinist.”
Artesia walked to her car.
Preston sat in his vehicle and waited for Artesia to open her door. He opened his car door, got out, and pushed the door close. He rushed across the parking-lot.
“I wanted…”
Artesia jumped and turned around.
“Preston you frightened me.”
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior.”
“Your apology is accepted.”
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“I’m sorry, remember, I have some unfinished business that I really need to handle. In addition, someone did tell me, and I quote, ‘It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy, I’m sure I could find an honest woman to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.’ unquote.”
“How about a quick lunch, nothing more.”
“The last time I was promised nothing, somehow, I ended up on my back, and in your bed for the entire night.”
“Was it that bad?”
“To be truthful, no it wasn’t.”
“We can take my car, and I will have you back here before night fall.”
Artesia thought about it.
“Nothing more. I only want to feed you.”
“And so you know. No traveling outside the New York area.”
“Not to worry, I have the perfect place.”
Preston pushed Artesia’s car door close and grabbed her hand.
Both walked back to his vehicle.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“Mother, who I elect to marry, is no concern of yours. I sat back and said nothing when Artesia signed the two prenuptial agreements. I happen to love her, and yes, she will be the woman I marry.”
“But son…”
“Mother, as much as I love you, I will marry Artesia with or without your blessings.”
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife.
“Very well.”
Mrs. Giordano cleared her throat.
“Then I think you need to know what your faithful whorish fiancée has been up too.”
“Mother, I....”
“Silence, your mother is speaking.”
“Son, sit down and at least hear your mother out.”
Tristano sat down.
Mrs. Giordano lifted a manila envelope from off the table, opened it, and slid out three photographs.
“Your future wife.”
Mrs. Giordano threw the photographs down on the table.
Tristano lifted a photograph. He looked down at Artesia walking out The Baccarat Hotel Residences with the same son-of-a-bitch he tussled with in London. He lifted another photograph of her entering Fiola Restaurant with the same man, and another photograph, of the same man entering the courthouse.
Tristano closed his eyes. Maybe his mother was right, the woman will never learn. He dropped the photographs on the table.
“Mother, who captured these photos?”
“I hired two private investigators.”
“And these photographs were taken when?”
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife, and shook his head.
“While you were away.”
“So you sent me out of town, per say, to get some…to catch Artesia in these uncompromising situations.”
“Dear, the woman is filthy, as you can see, the moment you turned your back, she was in someone else’s bed, letto di un Negro. I say, pick a wholesome girl to marry.”
Tristano lifted the photographs and stood. He walked over to the fireplace and tossed them into the roaring flames.
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife.
Tristano walked out the family room.
“I told you, let the boy grow up, or one of these days, you are going to wake up, and be alone.”
Mr. Giordano stood, and walked out the family room.
Mrs. Giordano held her palm over her forehead.
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Artesia lit both candles, and then blew out the match; she threw the match inside the sink. She stood back and glanced down at the intimate place setting for two. She removed the apron and placed it back on the hook. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glassed refrigerator door.
“My mother always forewarned me about women and their fucking dirty little secrets.”
Tonight she will come clean with Tristano about her past.
She hopes he understands about her reluctance to enter into a relationship. She truly wanted someone in her life to love, hold her all night long, and wake up to in the morning. She rubbed over her flat abdomen, and a few kids thrown into the mix.
Tristano opened the door, entered his residence, and pushed the door close. He loosened his tie, slid it from around his neck, and took off his suit jacket; he tossed the items on the chair. He smelled the aromas of spices in the air.
Keep your cool, and don’t blow it this time he thought.
“Artesia,” he hollered out.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
Tristano rushed into the kitchen.
Artesia ran into his arms.
Tristano lifted Artesia and hugged her to him. His lips donned kisses to every exposed part of her body.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
Artesia wrapped her arms around Tristano’s neck.
“I... I have something that I need to confess to you.”
“Later, just let me hold you.”
Tristano squeezed Artesia to his body.
The images of the photographs his mother showed him flashed through his mind. He squeezed her even tighter.
“I’ve missed you too, but I can’t breathe.”
Tristano slackened his hold.
Artesia inched back.
“Good evening.”
Artesia kissed Tristano; she leaned back, and kissed him on the nose.
“How are you doing?”
“Much better now.”
Tristano let Artesia slide down his body.
Artesia grabbed Tristano’s hand.
“Have a seat, and let the woman of the house spoil her…, since we’re not engaged any longer. I have to find a more suitable title.”
“Marry me Artesia.”
Artesia dropped Tristano’s hand.
“Tristano, I came over here under the impression we both knew this is to be our last…dinner together.”
Tristano palmed his cheeks.
“We will get married tomorrow.”
“Tristano, are you not hearing me I…”
“I said tomorrow dammit! If you can gallivant around with another man behind my back, then it’s about time I place a ring on your finger, and the sooner the better.”
Artesia looked at Tristano.
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“I’m damn serious!”
She knew this was a bad idea to come here.
Artesia crossed her arms over her chest.
“And what does your mother think about this.”
“She is not the issue. And if I have to tell that motherfucker who you are sleeping with, you are my woman, then so be it.”
“But how...”
“It does not matter. I suggest you tell your parents to meet us at the Justice of the Peace.”
Tristano walked out the kitchen.
Artesia followed.
“Tristano, I would like to be married in a church.”
Tristano turned to face Artesia.
“You should have thought about that when you were seen with the same motherfucker at a cozy restaurant in Washington, D.C on the same night you were supposed to be out with your girlfriends, lo stesso uomo nero, who I whipped his ass for being with you, in London. We will get married tomorrow, and that’s the end of the fucking matter!”
Tristano stepped out of his pants, and threw them on the bed.
Artesia leaned against the doorframe.
“Our dinner is getting cold.”
“I suggest you contact your parents. I’ll be in the shower.”
Tristano walked into the bathroom.
“No, he is not demanding that I marry him, and tomorrow.”
“It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy, I’m sure I could find someone to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.”
Artesia slid the straps of her camisole off her shoulders. The garment landed at her feet. She stepped out of it, bent over, and lifted it from off the carpet. She placed it on the bottom of the bed, and walked into the bathroom.
Artesia slid the shower door back and stepped into the shower. She slid the shower door close, and turned to face Tristano’s turned back.
“Do you love this…this black guy?”
Artesia reached over and grabbed the bar of soap from out the soap dish. She rubbed the soap over Tristano’s back.
“No, I was going to come clean tonight. Tristano, I do love you, and only you.”
Tristano turned around.
“So I will have no problem with you standing at the Justice of the Peace, letting me know that.”
Artesia stood on her toes, and kissed him on the lips.
“None.”
She rubbed the soap over his chest.
Tristano wrapped his arms around Artesia’s waist. He pulled her closer, leaned his head down, and kissed her lips.
Artesia allowed the slippery soap to bail from her hand. She linked her arms around Tristano’s neck. Her lips governed his; she spaced her face and inched her face downward; she laid her forehead against his chin.
“I really do love you Tristano.”
She lifted her face.
Tristano leaned his face down and French kissed Artesia. He inched his face up, and detained her eyes.
“I cannot get enough of you.”
Artesia branded her body closer to his.
“Let’s prove the theory of absence does make the heart grow fonder handsome.”
“I thought the beautiful woman will never ask.”
Tristano lifted Artesia. She immediately tied her legs around his waist.
“To be truthful, I’ve missed my fiancé’s arms.”
Tristano leaned forward, and whispered in Artesia’s ear, “Let me show you what I’ve missed the most.”
He held onto the base of his manhood.
Artesia lifted her lower body; his erect manhood tunneled into her womanhood.
“Oh yes.”
The pleasure behind the invasion, felt drugging.
Both kissed.
Artesia humped her body up.
“No, don’t move.”
Tristano turned around and stationed Artesia’s back against the tile wall. He raised her arms above her head, and grouped her hands together.
His wickedness with her body was one for the books.
“Beg me to marry you.”
Tristano licked over one nipple.
The stream of water droplets slid down Artesia’s skin.
Tristano mouthed the other breast. He suckled the nipple. He dipped his knees and began to knock his dick inside her pussy.
“You want another man.”
“No...no.”
Tristano teased the tip of the nipple.
“You love me.”
“Yes…Oh God yes.”
With the crammed space she tried at best to lift her body, and drop her womanhood on his manhood.
“Dammit tell me you love me Artesia.”
“I…I.”
Tristano kissed her lips. He drummed his manhood harder inside of her.
“Um…umm.”
“You will always belong to me, dammit, always.”
“Always...Oh Tristano, I do love you, and I wan…want to marry you.”
Tears ran down Artesia’s cheeks, fusing with the river of water droplets rolling down her face.
“No more…men.”
He kissed her lips until she felt dazed.
“Tristano,” Artesia moaned through her lips on his. “I’m…I’m about...to...to cum.”
“Dammit, then cum.”
“Trista...”
Artesia’s body shook behind her climax.
“Oh baby…Tristano,” she cried out.
“Umm hum…I see my dick in this tight pussy spins you out of control.”
Tristano released Artesia’s hands, turned around, and then lifted her pussy from off his dick. He settled her on her feet and leaned his back against the tile wall.
Tristano pushed Artesia to her knees by her shoulder blades, and cupped his manhood in the moment of her opening her mouth. He shot the pulsating elongated flesh inside.
“Ah baby...”
Artesia’s mouth employed the art of oral pleasuring Tristano.
“Oh baby…I love that mouth.”
Tristano lifted Artesia’s wet hair strands and wrapped them around his wrist.
Artesia, pulled, pumped, and jack-hammered her hand up and down Tristano’s erection.
“Oh… baby... Oh shit Artesia.”
Tristano rubbed his free palm up and down his lower stomach; he controlled Artesia’s head movements, by the tight grip of her hair.
“Fuck me shit.”
He rubbed his stomach harder and leaned his head back against the tile.
The outpouring of shower water cascaded over Artesia’s body.
Tristano’s ejaculation mounted the tip, escaped the harden vessel, and then rode down the wet corridor of Artesia’s throat.
“Oh...fuck this dick.”
Tristano’s body quivered. He palmed Artesia’s head, and held it down as the drubbing sensation of his dick receded. He opened his eyes, and then unraveled her hair strands from around his wrist.
Artesia inched her mouth off Tristano’s manhood. She kissed his inner thighs.
He lifted her chin.
“You know I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Tristano fumbled behind himself and turned off the shower nozzle, he then turned off both water faucets. He bent over and lifted under Artesia’s arms; he raised her feet from off the shower floor.
Artesia immediately knotted her legs around Tristano’s back.
Tristano slid the shower door back, and walked out the shower. He hurried Artesia into the bedroom.
Copyright©SKC-2021
McLean
Preston’s Residence
Preston pulled the vehicle into a two-car driveway. He withdrew the key out the ignition, and then unsnapped his seatbelt.
“Is this your mother’s home?”
“No, this is my home.”
“And you just purchased a home in New York.”
“Yes, now we have two homes.”
“Preston, I really have to get back to New York.”
“You will, I promise.”
Preston opened the door, got out the car, and closed the door back. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Artesia.
Artesia stepped out the car and pushed the door close. She looked at the four-story colonial home.
“This is very nice Preston.” Atresia glanced around, nothing but professional landscape grounds and lush meadowlands welcomed her eyesight.
“Would you like to see inside?”
Artesia bit down on her bottom lip. She glanced down at her Cartier watch.
“Yes, however, this will have to be a brief tour.”
Preston grabbed onto Artesia’s hand and both walked to the entrance.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“I lost her and her companion.”
“This shit is inexcusable. I paid you to perform a job. Obvious, with my son out the way; you still cannot complete this assignment. That woman is nothing but bad news for my son, a simple half-breed whore. Thank goodness, I sent my son out of town until that harlot is out of his life.”
Artesia clapped her hands.
Mrs. Giordano and Barolos looked over at the door.
Artesia entered the study.
“How…how did you get in here?”
“The butler let me in.”
Artesia looked over at Barolos.
“I guess our meetings were not by chance, but by design.”
Barolos cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry Artesia, I really am.”
Artesia walked over to where Mrs. Giordano and Barolos stood.
“Well, Mrs. Giordano, I never played poker, however, I do know when to fold. You can give your son back this.”
Artesia lifted Mrs. Giordano’s hand, turned it over, and placed her engagement ring in the palm of her hand. She closed Mrs. Giordano’s fingers over it.
“Wait... I have people coming here from Italy and Sicily to this wedding.”
Artesia laughed.
“For a minute, you almost had me convinced. Take care…”
“Mrs. Giordano! Mrs. Giordano!”
The butler bust into the study, panting.
“For God’s sake Mannes, get a hold of yourself, what is it?”
The butler ran over to the mounted television, lifted the remote control, and pointed it at the television. He pressed the power button.
“For those of you who are just tuning in. Tristano Giordano the III, the CFO of Giordano Accounting Firm in Manhattan, New York, has been arrested for sexual assault. You are familiar with Mr. Giordano; he was recently accused of embezzlement from his place of employment to pay for his addiction to high-class call girls.”
“Mannes, get the family attorney on the line, now dammit!”
“Yes Mrs. Giordano.”
The butler ran out the study.
Artesia strolled to the door.
“And where do you think you’re going young lady.”
“Home.”
“As a future Giordano wife, you will stay until this matter has been addressed.”
“No thank you. Good luck with your son’s private matters.”
Artesia walked out the study.
BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS
Area A-1
Downtown & Charleston
“Dammit, I did not rape anyone. The accuser, a friend of hers, and I remained in the Hotel’s Bar and Lounge to socialize. And if my memory serves me correctly, the accused and her friend left an hour before I returned to my hotel suite, alone.”
“Mr. Giordano, you were chosen from a line-up.”
“Do you people need me to do your fucking job for you? I suggest you take a look at the surveillance tapes from the mounted cameras throughout the hotel corridors. It will specifically show me enter my hotel suite alone, and not exit it, until your officers pounded on my door this morning.”
The investigative officer looked at Tristano.
He walked to the door, opened it, and walked out. He pulled the door close.
Tristano palmed his five o’clock shadow.
“I can’t talk to you, you don’t listen, and you’re suspicious of my every move. I cannot marry a man under these depressive conditions. The marriage is off, your mother wanted me out of your life, well consider me gone.”
God, he missed Artesia. Did he think it would be easy to walk away, and not feel the shit?
The door opened. The investigative officer entered the Interrogation Room.
“Mr. Giordano, everything has checked out. You are free to leave.”
“Wait a fucking minute! You booked me on some trumped up charges without going through the proper legal channels.”
“Apparently, the accuser has recanted her story, and stated she made it all up.”
“I do not believe this shit!”
“Mr. Giordano, you were not arrested; you were merely detained and questioned on the pending allegations.”
“You will hear from my attorney, and for those two women, I suggest they be arrested for filing false charges.”
“Not to worry, the issue will be addressed accordingly, and I apologize for the inconvenience.”
Tristano stood and walked to the door. He turned around.
“I suggest this Police Department, issue an update to the public on the false allegations. My future father-in-law is a Supreme Court Judge.”
“It will be taken care of sir.”
Tristano walked out the Interrogation room. He walked over to a mounted payphone. Shit, he did not have any money on him to even make a call.
NEW YORK STATE SUPREME COURT BUILDING
Artesia leaned back in her chair. She thought about Tristano, and then she thought about Preston. She was confused on so many levels. She liked Preston, and all the ideologies he stood for, and then, Tristano, so demanding, highly jealous, but attentive to all her needs, in and out of bed.
Her telephone rang.
Artesia scooted her chair under the desk, reached for the telephone, and lifted the receiver. She placed it up to her ear.
“Hello.”
HILTON HOTEL
Boston, Massachusetts
“I swear I did not do it.”
Artesia hugged the telephone receiver.
“I never once believed you did. Are you all right?”
“Yes, they miraculously dropped all charges, and the Boston Police Department will be holding a press conference momentarily.”
“Tristano, that’s good news, but it does not excuse the fact you were somehow caught up in this mess with two women.”
“Baby, I know. I was in the bar drinking, no getting drunk, and one woman asked me to buy her a drink, and then her friend joined us, but at no time, did I disrespect them, you, or myself.”
“It doesn’t matter, we’re no longer engaged.”
Tristano closed his eyes.
“Artesia, I just need to hold you so bad, that’s all I’m asking for, after that, if you still feel the same, I’ll step aside, and let you…uh go.”
“And you are confident that you can do this, just let me go, and give me that bogus transcript.”
“To hold you in my arms again, I’ll do anything you ask.” Tristano slicked his hand back through his hair.
“I need to see you tonight.”
“How about the audit.”
“Fuck the audit. Can you meet me at home?”
“I have plans this evening.”
“Please baby, I really need to see you. Sitting in a jail cell, a man gets a new perspective on life.”
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to see each other. Oh, and your mother has your engagement ring.”
“You really don’t love me any longer? Am I such a jerk, you couldn’t face me to tell me our engagement is off.”
“The moment, you advised me how you will not only destroy me, but my career, our relationship ended.”
“I’ve made a mess of everything, and I apologize, but at least you owe me a face-to-face goodbye, please, just one last evening together.”
She wanted to crawl in bed, forget the drama of two men buzzing in her ear, and rest.
“I will be there Tristano, and do not expect any changes to my decision, our relationship is over.”
“After I stop over my parent’s residence. I will be home.”
“I’ll see you later then.”
“I really do love you Artesia.”
“Bye Mr. Giordano the III.”
Artesia hung up the telephone before Tristano had time to reply.
Tristano hung up the telephone.
“You need to get your shit in order,” he said to himself.
He placed his luggage on the bed, opened it, and began to pack.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“Dear, I am thankful this misunderstanding has been addressed.”
“Yes, and to think our son will be getting married next month. This hardly seems like the time for a family scandal.”
“Well, the wedding has been called off, and I couldn’t be happier.”
Mr. Giordano took a sip of his Chablis, and placed the glass down on the dining table.
“Kids these days get cold feet all the time. However, I cannot believe our son is dragging his feet getting to the alter.”
“Actually, that harlot called it off.”
“Dear, I’ve never heard you speak in reference to another person as that. Have you asked yourself, if that’s what our son truly wants?”
“I’m sure he could do better. Someone who…”
“Is Italian.”
“Yes.”
“Dear, I’m sure our son will be fine. Miss. Wockivoi comes from an affluent background. Quit worrying, and let the boy grow up.”
Mrs. Giordano knifed into her steak.
“Dear, I will not have you interfering with our son’s private affairs.”
“I still say Tristano could do better. And I’m sure our son will agree once I’ve had a word with him.”
Mr. Giordano looked across the table at his wife.
NEW YORK STATE SUPREME COURT BUILDING
Someone knocked on her door
“Come in.”
Preston turned the doorknob, and entered Artesia’s office. He closed the door.
The first thing Artesia noticed was the dozen of long-stem mixed roses in his hand.
“I knew I misplaced those this morning.”
Artesia stood and walked around her desk.
“Good morning.”
Preston pulled Artesia into his arms and kissed her on the lips.
Artesia wrapped her arms around Preston’s neck, and lessened the space of her body.
“I’ve missed you all day.”
Artesia scooted back. She wiped the smear of her lipstick from off his lips.
“Are those for me?”
“Yes.”
Artesia stepped back. Preston handed the bouquet of roses to her.
Artesia leaned her face downward and sniffed one of the roses; she leaned her face upward and kissed Preston on his lips. She caressed his cheek.
“Thank you, they’re lovely.”
Preston’s dick instantly rose. He removed the roses from out Artesia’s hand and tossed them on top of her desk. He lifted her from off her feet and supported her weight against his body.
“Tell me last night was not beginners’ luck.”
“Last night was beginners’ luck.”
Preston squeezed Artesia tighter.
“I don’t know, maybe we should reconfirm it once again, just to be certain.”
Preston slid Artesia down his body. He ran over to the door and locked it.
Artesia was already out of her suit jacket, her skirt and thong drooped down to her ankles.
Preston yanked his shirt up from out his pants, and unbuttoned it. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped the button to his pants, and then unzipped them. He pushed down his pants, his boxer shorts followed.
Artesia looked down at Preston’s erection. She felt no shame in finding comfort in his arms, or his dick pulsating inside of her with a strong intent to detonate.
Preston lifted Artesia and laid her down on the conference table.
The cold surface met Artesia’s back.
Preston knelt down on his knees. He opened Artesia’s thighs, and immediately stuck his tongue inside her pussy.
“Oh Pres...”
Artesia’s back repeatedly flapped off the surface of the table. She squeezed her breasts while Preston dug his tongue inside of her.
Preston placed his palms on top of Artesia’s upper thighs and fired his tongue in and out of her womanhood.
“Pres…oh sh…shit.”
Preston stood. He placed both palms on the sides of Artesia’s hips. He leaned his head downward and nipped at a nipple. He kissed the light-brown landing surrounding her breast. He stuck his fingers inside her mouth.
Artesia greedily sucked on Preston’s fingers.
Preston withdrew his fingers and straightened his posture.
He climbed on top of the table and situated himself over Artesia. He palmed his firm erection with one hand, and centered her body with the other; he stuck his dick inside her pussy.
“Uum.”
Preston leaned down and kissed Artesia’s lips.
Artesia wrapped her legs around his lower back.
Preston stationed Artesia’s arms above her head. He dropped his head and swept his tongue across each breast. He suckled a nipple, and then teased the tip with the side of his tongue.
“Oh sweet...”
Artesia lifted her pussy upward as Preston jabbed his dick into her.
“I’m in love… Oh Artesia save me.”
Preston’s ejaculation spilled out. He dropped his body down on hers and consistently collided his groin into her pelvis.
“Oh... Preston.”
Artesia indented her nails in his back; she raked them across his skin in the midst of climaxing.
Preston kissed Artesia’s lips, and submerged his dick inside her vaginal juices.
“I’m so in love with you; our house we purchased can’t run itself. I promise I’ll make you happy.”
Preston kissed Artesia on her lips. He inched his face back.
“Marry me Artesia. I swear you will never regret it.”
“Can I think about it?”
Preston inched back.
“You’re kidding right? Think about it. Wait a minute, am I getting punked?”
“Okay, then, no.”
“I like the first concept.”
“I’m really starting to like you.”
“Could it be the dick still inside of you?”
“That’s only a pre-marital perk.”
Both laughed.
Her desktop phone rang.
Preston kissed Artesia’s lips.
“Your telephone is ringing.”
“Umm hum.”
Artesia turned her neck to one side.
Preston licked the side of her neck.
The phone continued to ring.
Preston inched his upper body back. Artesia drugged his body back down to hers.
“Now don’t get addicted to this pipe inside of you, and then turn a brotha down in the end.”
“I’m still not convinced.”
“Baby, if I continue to ram my dick inside of you, this table is going to tumble under us.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Let’s have dinner tonight.”
“I can’t, I have some unfinished business I need to take care of.”
“You need any help.”
“No, however, how about tomorrow night?”
“Yes, and thank you for the reference. I have a panel interview tomorrow morning.”
“Congratulations.”
Preston pulsated his dick inside of her.
“For this, yes.”
“Oh, you know what I mean.”
Someone knocked on the door.
“Yes.”
“Miss. Wockivoi, your client is in the conference room.”
“Thank you, I will be right there.”
“Oh shit, I almost forgot gorgeous.”
“What is it?”
“I also have an interview with Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law.”
Artesia pushed Preston’s chest back.
“Are you kidding?”
“No baby, I have an appointment with a Mr. Bradley Morris Jr., tomorrow morning.”
“Wow, and you’ve met Bradley.”
“Yes, why do you act so surprise?”
“It’s nothing. Wait, well for starters, how are you going to practice law in New Jersey, when you just purchased a home in New York?”
“My name isn’t on the dotted line yet. Is there any other reason, why I shouldn’t accept the position, if I’m made an offer?”
Artesia bit down on her bottom lip.
“Aah… I think you could...uh do…better.”
“And that’s the only reason why you’re hesitant in my decision to join that firm.”
“Uh, yes.”
Preston withdrew his flaccid dick, his feet hit the carpet. He backed up, turned around, and walked over to where his clothes laid. He dressed in haste.
Artesia sat up. She watched Preston put his clothes back on.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
Artesia scooted off the table and gathered her clothes up. She quickly dressed.
“If I take this job at Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law, it’s not going to present a problem between us, is it?” Preston tossed over his shoulder.
“No.”
“Cancel tomorrow, I have more important things to take care of.”
“Preston, just a few minutes ago you were making love to me on a table, now, I sense discord in the air.”
“My mother always forewarned me about women and their fucking dirty little secrets.”
“What does that supposed to mean, if you have something to say, by all means, say it, I’m a little too old for riddles.”
Preston turned around.
“You couldn’t even get you’re damn mouth moving to let me know, you were once employed at Morris and Morris Attorneys at Law, and you had an intimate relationship with the same fuck, who is to interview me tomorrow.”
“I... How did you know that?”
“It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy. I’m sure I could find an honest woman to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.”
“So, this relationship is... is over before we got started.”
“Yeah. I’m going to do my own thing for now. I’ll see you in court, Attorney Wockivoi.”
Preston opened the door, exited Artesia’s office, and pulled the door close with a bang.
What is the world coming too? Two men, and free of them both, yes.
Artesia walked to her desk. She pressed in the intercom button.
“Miss. Dunes, could you please tell my client I will be available in ten minutes, I’m wrapping up a call.”
“Yes, Miss. Wockivoi.”
Artesia lifted the bouquet of roses and sniffed them again. She dropped them in a trash bin near her desk.
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Artesia walked out the courtroom feeling euphoric for winning another case. She silently congratulated her accomplishments. She inspired to become a District Attorney as her mother.
“Counselor Wockivoi.”
Artesia turned around.
“Hey, I’m sorry about your client’s conviction.”
“Maybe another time. Oh, congratulations on your client’s acquittal. I must say the law is not blinded, as long as you’re in the courtroom.”
“I hope that’s a tribute to my profession, and not a derogatory remark to my gender.”
“The only thing a male judge tends to see in the courtroom, is your breasts, lips, tight ass, and long legs under a mini-skirt.”
Artesia leaned over and whispered, “Maybe you should wear one; you just might win a case. Good day, counselor.”
Artesia walked down the steps of the courthouse.
“Male chauvinist.”
Artesia walked to her car.
Preston sat in his vehicle and waited for Artesia to open her door. He opened his car door, got out, and pushed the door close. He rushed across the parking-lot.
“I wanted…”
Artesia jumped and turned around.
“Preston you frightened me.”
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior.”
“Your apology is accepted.”
“Have dinner with me tonight?”
“I’m sorry, remember, I have some unfinished business that I really need to handle. In addition, someone did tell me, and I quote, ‘It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy, I’m sure I could find an honest woman to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.’ unquote.”
“How about a quick lunch, nothing more.”
“The last time I was promised nothing, somehow, I ended up on my back, and in your bed for the entire night.”
“Was it that bad?”
“To be truthful, no it wasn’t.”
“We can take my car, and I will have you back here before night fall.”
Artesia thought about it.
“Nothing more. I only want to feed you.”
“And so you know. No traveling outside the New York area.”
“Not to worry, I have the perfect place.”
Preston pushed Artesia’s car door close and grabbed her hand.
Both walked back to his vehicle.
LAKEWOOD MANOR
Yonkers, New York
Giordano’s Residence
“Mother, who I elect to marry, is no concern of yours. I sat back and said nothing when Artesia signed the two prenuptial agreements. I happen to love her, and yes, she will be the woman I marry.”
“But son…”
“Mother, as much as I love you, I will marry Artesia with or without your blessings.”
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife.
“Very well.”
Mrs. Giordano cleared her throat.
“Then I think you need to know what your faithful whorish fiancée has been up too.”
“Mother, I....”
“Silence, your mother is speaking.”
“Son, sit down and at least hear your mother out.”
Tristano sat down.
Mrs. Giordano lifted a manila envelope from off the table, opened it, and slid out three photographs.
“Your future wife.”
Mrs. Giordano threw the photographs down on the table.
Tristano lifted a photograph. He looked down at Artesia walking out The Baccarat Hotel Residences with the same son-of-a-bitch he tussled with in London. He lifted another photograph of her entering Fiola Restaurant with the same man, and another photograph, of the same man entering the courthouse.
Tristano closed his eyes. Maybe his mother was right, the woman will never learn. He dropped the photographs on the table.
“Mother, who captured these photos?”
“I hired two private investigators.”
“And these photographs were taken when?”
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife, and shook his head.
“While you were away.”
“So you sent me out of town, per say, to get some…to catch Artesia in these uncompromising situations.”
“Dear, the woman is filthy, as you can see, the moment you turned your back, she was in someone else’s bed, letto di un Negro. I say, pick a wholesome girl to marry.”
Tristano lifted the photographs and stood. He walked over to the fireplace and tossed them into the roaring flames.
Mr. Giordano looked over at his wife.
Tristano walked out the family room.
“I told you, let the boy grow up, or one of these days, you are going to wake up, and be alone.”
Mr. Giordano stood, and walked out the family room.
Mrs. Giordano held her palm over her forehead.
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Artesia lit both candles, and then blew out the match; she threw the match inside the sink. She stood back and glanced down at the intimate place setting for two. She removed the apron and placed it back on the hook. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the glassed refrigerator door.
“My mother always forewarned me about women and their fucking dirty little secrets.”
Tonight she will come clean with Tristano about her past.
She hopes he understands about her reluctance to enter into a relationship. She truly wanted someone in her life to love, hold her all night long, and wake up to in the morning. She rubbed over her flat abdomen, and a few kids thrown into the mix.
Tristano opened the door, entered his residence, and pushed the door close. He loosened his tie, slid it from around his neck, and took off his suit jacket; he tossed the items on the chair. He smelled the aromas of spices in the air.
Keep your cool, and don’t blow it this time he thought.
“Artesia,” he hollered out.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
Tristano rushed into the kitchen.
Artesia ran into his arms.
Tristano lifted Artesia and hugged her to him. His lips donned kisses to every exposed part of her body.
“God, I’ve missed you.”
Artesia wrapped her arms around Tristano’s neck.
“I... I have something that I need to confess to you.”
“Later, just let me hold you.”
Tristano squeezed Artesia to his body.
The images of the photographs his mother showed him flashed through his mind. He squeezed her even tighter.
“I’ve missed you too, but I can’t breathe.”
Tristano slackened his hold.
Artesia inched back.
“Good evening.”
Artesia kissed Tristano; she leaned back, and kissed him on the nose.
“How are you doing?”
“Much better now.”
Tristano let Artesia slide down his body.
Artesia grabbed Tristano’s hand.
“Have a seat, and let the woman of the house spoil her…, since we’re not engaged any longer. I have to find a more suitable title.”
“Marry me Artesia.”
Artesia dropped Tristano’s hand.
“Tristano, I came over here under the impression we both knew this is to be our last…dinner together.”
Tristano palmed his cheeks.
“We will get married tomorrow.”
“Tristano, are you not hearing me I…”
“I said tomorrow dammit! If you can gallivant around with another man behind my back, then it’s about time I place a ring on your finger, and the sooner the better.”
Artesia looked at Tristano.
“You’re serious aren’t you?”
“I’m damn serious!”
She knew this was a bad idea to come here.
Artesia crossed her arms over her chest.
“And what does your mother think about this.”
“She is not the issue. And if I have to tell that motherfucker who you are sleeping with, you are my woman, then so be it.”
“But how...”
“It does not matter. I suggest you tell your parents to meet us at the Justice of the Peace.”
Tristano walked out the kitchen.
Artesia followed.
“Tristano, I would like to be married in a church.”
Tristano turned to face Artesia.
“You should have thought about that when you were seen with the same motherfucker at a cozy restaurant in Washington, D.C on the same night you were supposed to be out with your girlfriends, lo stesso uomo nero, who I whipped his ass for being with you, in London. We will get married tomorrow, and that’s the end of the fucking matter!”
Tristano stepped out of his pants, and threw them on the bed.
Artesia leaned against the doorframe.
“Our dinner is getting cold.”
“I suggest you contact your parents. I’ll be in the shower.”
Tristano walked into the bathroom.
“No, he is not demanding that I marry him, and tomorrow.”
“It really doesn’t matter. I think, I’ll take a rain check on the pussy, I’m sure I could find someone to share my home, and my bed, because the one I had in mind, cannot tell the truth, and is full of shit.”
Artesia slid the straps of her camisole off her shoulders. The garment landed at her feet. She stepped out of it, bent over, and lifted it from off the carpet. She placed it on the bottom of the bed, and walked into the bathroom.
Artesia slid the shower door back and stepped into the shower. She slid the shower door close, and turned to face Tristano’s turned back.
“Do you love this…this black guy?”
Artesia reached over and grabbed the bar of soap from out the soap dish. She rubbed the soap over Tristano’s back.
“No, I was going to come clean tonight. Tristano, I do love you, and only you.”
Tristano turned around.
“So I will have no problem with you standing at the Justice of the Peace, letting me know that.”
Artesia stood on her toes, and kissed him on the lips.
“None.”
She rubbed the soap over his chest.
Tristano wrapped his arms around Artesia’s waist. He pulled her closer, leaned his head down, and kissed her lips.
Artesia allowed the slippery soap to bail from her hand. She linked her arms around Tristano’s neck. Her lips governed his; she spaced her face and inched her face downward; she laid her forehead against his chin.
“I really do love you Tristano.”
She lifted her face.
Tristano leaned his face down and French kissed Artesia. He inched his face up, and detained her eyes.
“I cannot get enough of you.”
Artesia branded her body closer to his.
“Let’s prove the theory of absence does make the heart grow fonder handsome.”
“I thought the beautiful woman will never ask.”
Tristano lifted Artesia. She immediately tied her legs around his waist.
“To be truthful, I’ve missed my fiancé’s arms.”
Tristano leaned forward, and whispered in Artesia’s ear, “Let me show you what I’ve missed the most.”
He held onto the base of his manhood.
Artesia lifted her lower body; his erect manhood tunneled into her womanhood.
“Oh yes.”
The pleasure behind the invasion, felt drugging.
Both kissed.
Artesia humped her body up.
“No, don’t move.”
Tristano turned around and stationed Artesia’s back against the tile wall. He raised her arms above her head, and grouped her hands together.
His wickedness with her body was one for the books.
“Beg me to marry you.”
Tristano licked over one nipple.
The stream of water droplets slid down Artesia’s skin.
Tristano mouthed the other breast. He suckled the nipple. He dipped his knees and began to knock his dick inside her pussy.
“You want another man.”
“No...no.”
Tristano teased the tip of the nipple.
“You love me.”
“Yes…Oh God yes.”
With the crammed space she tried at best to lift her body, and drop her womanhood on his manhood.
“Dammit tell me you love me Artesia.”
“I…I.”
Tristano kissed her lips. He drummed his manhood harder inside of her.
“Um…umm.”
“You will always belong to me, dammit, always.”
“Always...Oh Tristano, I do love you, and I wan…want to marry you.”
Tears ran down Artesia’s cheeks, fusing with the river of water droplets rolling down her face.
“No more…men.”
He kissed her lips until she felt dazed.
“Tristano,” Artesia moaned through her lips on his. “I’m…I’m about...to...to cum.”
“Dammit, then cum.”
“Trista...”
Artesia’s body shook behind her climax.
“Oh baby…Tristano,” she cried out.
“Umm hum…I see my dick in this tight pussy spins you out of control.”
Tristano released Artesia’s hands, turned around, and then lifted her pussy from off his dick. He settled her on her feet and leaned his back against the tile wall.
Tristano pushed Artesia to her knees by her shoulder blades, and cupped his manhood in the moment of her opening her mouth. He shot the pulsating elongated flesh inside.
“Ah baby...”
Artesia’s mouth employed the art of oral pleasuring Tristano.
“Oh baby…I love that mouth.”
Tristano lifted Artesia’s wet hair strands and wrapped them around his wrist.
Artesia, pulled, pumped, and jack-hammered her hand up and down Tristano’s erection.
“Oh… baby... Oh shit Artesia.”
Tristano rubbed his free palm up and down his lower stomach; he controlled Artesia’s head movements, by the tight grip of her hair.
“Fuck me shit.”
He rubbed his stomach harder and leaned his head back against the tile.
The outpouring of shower water cascaded over Artesia’s body.
Tristano’s ejaculation mounted the tip, escaped the harden vessel, and then rode down the wet corridor of Artesia’s throat.
“Oh...fuck this dick.”
Tristano’s body quivered. He palmed Artesia’s head, and held it down as the drubbing sensation of his dick receded. He opened his eyes, and then unraveled her hair strands from around his wrist.
Artesia inched her mouth off Tristano’s manhood. She kissed his inner thighs.
He lifted her chin.
“You know I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Tristano fumbled behind himself and turned off the shower nozzle, he then turned off both water faucets. He bent over and lifted under Artesia’s arms; he raised her feet from off the shower floor.
Artesia immediately knotted her legs around Tristano’s back.
Tristano slid the shower door back, and walked out the shower. He hurried Artesia into the bedroom.
Copyright©SKC-2021
Published 29th Jan 2021
| Edited 30th Jan 2021
Author's Note
I will be bringing to you the last six remaining chapters of this novel and the epilogue
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29th Jan 2021 4:27am
30th Jan 2021 00:25am
Mmm.. oh you like that my handsome poet... and thank you for taking the time to read and I am loving the comment.. You are a rarity for the books... Please enjoy your evening and have a blessed upcoming weekend as well
30th Jan 2021 3:11am
I will enjoy my evening and weekend by saluting you all night and day. Giving you great ass pleasure until you are completely satisfied my Erotic Queen of Love.
