Good To The Last Drop

FIFTH AVENUE TOWER LOFTS
New York, New York
 
Hayward looked through his telescope viewfinder's eyepiece after he saw the police squad car pull off. He scanned his lens inside Isabella’s living room. He wondered who the man was who occupied her time.
 
Hayward withdrew his eye, sat down on his bed, and put his sneakers on. He tied both shoestrings and stood; he zipped up his jogging suit jacket.
 
Hayward replaced his eye back on the telescope viewfinder's eyepiece. He zoomed his lens inside Isabella’s bedroom. He withdrew his eye long enough to look down at his watch. He repositioned his eye back on the viewfinder and watched Isabella straighten her bedroom. He stepped back from his telescope and looked over at the many pieces of lingerie and intimate apparel he confiscated from her drawers.
 
Hayward walked over to his couch and lifted a black thong. He slid it up his legs and hurried back over to the window; he placed his eye on the telescope's viewfinder, and then adjusted the clarity of the lens. He stroked his groin as his sunshine moved around her bedroom.
 
The satin material felt soft against his skin. He closed his eyes and imagined how it would feel sliding them down her long legs.
 
Hayward’s manhood enlarged with the thought. He pulled the thong aside and looped it over his extended shaft; he palmed it and then squeezed it tighter. He repeatedly raised his hand slow; he increased the speed of his palm.
 
“Shit.”
 
He closed his eyes and licked his tongue over his lips as the images of him and his Sunshine making love became vivid.
 
“Oh Sunshine, that’s right touch me…”
 
Hayward’s body vibrated. His semen met the softness of the lacy material. His body continued to shudder.  
 
Hayward opened his eyes. He inched his face back from the telescope and looked up at the naked photographs of his sunshine on the wall. He slid the thong down his legs and sniffed them; a slight tinge of perfume assailed his nostrils.
 
Hayward walked over to his bed and placed the thong under his pillow. He ran back over to his telescope and placed his eye back on the viewfinder. He watched Isabella walk out his viewing range.
 
Hayward stepped back, reached down for his jogging pants on the floor, and quickly stepped into them. He grabbed the keys to his loft, and then headed for the door.
 
Isabella returned to the living room; she was amazed how quickly Steffen had straightened things up.
 
Steffen lifted the last piece of glass and dropped it inside the small trash bin.
 
The doorbell rang.
 
“I’ll get it, and Steffen.”
 
“Yes, my love.”
 
“Thank you.”
 
“Prego. Add it to the list of some of my true talents, along with rescuing beautiful donnes. Correction, a very beautiful donna. I’ll transfer this to the kitchen trash bin.”
 
Steffen walked pass Isabella and planted a kiss on her mouth.
 
Isabella held onto Steffen’s arm and deepened the intensity of the kiss.
 
“Thank you again.”
 
Steffen stroked Isabella’s cheek and then lightly tapped her derrière with his free hand. He walked into the kitchen.
 
What a handsome man she thought.
 
Isabella walked to the door and opened it.
 
“Devin, what a surprise. When did you return? How did your speech fair?”
 
“Woo, slow down gorgeous.”
 
“I’m sorry Devin, come in.”
 
“Hey, was that the police I saw driving away?”
 
“Yes, it was.”
 
“Is everything all right Isabella?”
 
“Yes, Signorina Tramaine is fine.”
 
Steffen interrupted the conversation; neither heard him return to the living room.
 
Devin began to see something was not right; Isabella’s once tidy living room was in an uproar.
 
The glass table was cracked into; the couch cushion had a long knife slit through it with cotton seeping through.
 
“What the fuck is going on here!”
 
Devin stood next to Isabella he grabbed her hand.
 
Steffen looked at Isabella and then looked down to where Devin rested his hand in hers.
 
Isabella dropped her hand.
 
Steffen lingered in the arch of the kitchen entrance.
 
Isabella pivoted to face Devin.
 
“Devin, someone broke into my condominium. Lucky for me, I was not here at the time.”
 
“Dear Lord Isabella are you all right. Is there anything I can do for you?”
 
“Unfortunately, not, I’ve already contacted the police and made out a police report, but thanks.”
 
“If you need a place to stay….”
 
“Isabella will be staying with me for a couple of days,” Steffen threw out.
 
Devin faced Isabella.
 
“I have a spare bedroom at my place if you don’t mind.”
 
“I’ll be okay Devin; Mr. Galeio has offered his home and hospitality to me.”
 
That’s not all he will be offering to you Devin thought to himself.
 
Devin sent a chilling stare in Steffen’s direction.
 
Steffen did not flinch.
 
“Isabella are you sure about this?”
 
“I’m sure Devin, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
 
Isabella rubbed Devin’s arm to reassure him.
 
“Okay. Well, is there a telephone number where you can be reached if I need to speak to you?”
 
Devin looked over in Steffen’s direction; he dared him to refuse a request on Isabella’s behalf.
 
Steffen, who have not moved from the spot where he was standing removed his hands from the comforts of his front pants pockets.
 
“There is.”
 
Steffen removed an ink pen from out the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He snatched a post-it sticky from off a glass table stationed near the entrance to Isabella's kitchen.  
 
Steffen scribbled a telephone number down on it. He walked over to where Devin stood and held out the piece of paper to him.
 
Devin snatched the piece of paper from out Steffen’s hand. He looked down at the number and then back up at Steffen.
 
“That is Signorina Tremaine’s business telephone number.”
 
Steffen knew the degree of Devin’s affection for Isabella and his selfish train of action had the other man steaming.
 
“If there isn’t anything else, I would like to get Isabella home.”
 
“I understand,” Devin agreed.
 
Isabella glanced at Steffen and then looked back at Devin.
 
“Devin, once I get settled, I will call you, we can do lunch. I want details in regard to your speech and the rave reviews it inspired.”
 
“Yes lunch.” Devin smiled with false modesty. He walked to the door and turned around. “Isabella, if you are interested. I have two tickets for the opening night performance of Madame Butterfly.”
 
“No such luck chap. Isabella, and I are exclusive guests of Signorina Bizet' St. James and company.”
 
Steffen crossed his arms over the width of his chest wall. He self-congratulated himself for downplaying the other man’s effort at every given presented opportunity.
 
Isabella gave Steffen a forewarning smile and then looked back at Devin.
 
“I wished you called me sooner, I would have loved to attend the performance with you. Maybe we can attend a performance together some other time?”
 
“Yes, some other time.”
 
Devin walked toward Isabella and embraced her.
 
“Do be careful,” he whispered in her ear.
 
“I will, thanks,” Isabella returned.
 
“Make sure you call me once you get settled.”
 
“I shall,” Isabella promised.
 
Devin walked to the door, opened it, and crossed the threshold. He pulled the door close.
 
Isabella’s eyes met Steffen.
 
“I think you owe me an apology. You were downright rude to Devin.”
 
“He’ll survive.”
 
“In that case Steffen, I refuse to go anywhere with you until you do.”
 
Steffen threw his hands up in the air.
 
“All right, I’m sorry.”
 
“And why didn’t you give Devin the telephone number to your residence?”
 
“I will not tolerate any mon intruding upon my private time with you. If your little friend needs to speak to you, he can reach you at your place of business. Are you ready?”
 
Isabella looked around her condominium.
 
"Yes."
 
Steffen lifted Isabella’s overnight traveling bag and matching suitcase.
 
Isabella opened the door and stood aside.
 
Steffen proceeded through.
 
Isabella exited her condominium after Steffen’s exit.
 
“Lock it,” Steffen reminded her.
 
Isabella opened her purse and removed her key. She inserted the key inside the lock, twisted it, and withdrew it; she placed her key ring back inside her purse, and closed it back.
 
Both descended the steps.
 
Hayward saw Isabella and Steffen walk out her condominium. He bent down on one knee and tied his shoestrings. He rose and begin to jog in the direction of their path.
 
Steffen gripped Isabella’s suitcase. She turned toward Steffen.
 
“Do you need any help macho man?”
 
“Please ask me that again when you’re lying beneath me.”
 
Steffen winked at her.
 
Isabella smiled and simultaneously blushed. She turned and walked down the steps.
 
Hayward jogged into Isabella.
 
Isabella lost her balance.
 
Hayward grabbed Isabella around her waist to balance her.
 
“Are you all right ma’am…?” Hayward peered closer. “Miss. Tramaine?”
 
Isabella looked up into the stranger’s eyes.
 
“I’m sorry do I know you?”
 
“Yes, we spoke about your telephone bill the other day.”
 
Isabella leaned her face closer.
 
“Mr. Grossman?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“I hardly recognized you.”
 
Steffen noticed Hayward’s arm retained possession around Isabella’s waist.
 
“Isabella, do you know this gentlemon? Moreover, even if you do, the womon does not need any further assistance.”
 
Hayward looked up at Steffen; he did not drop his arm.
 
Steffen placed Isabella’s suitcase down on the concrete and took a step down toward Hayward.
 
Hayward slowly dropped his arm from Isabella’s waist.
 
Steffen pulled Isabella up the step.
 
“Mr. Grossman, do you live in this neighborhood?”
 
“Yes, I live three blocks from here.”
 
Hayward stared up at Isabella. He looked into her eyes and then at her lips.
 
The silence became uncomfortable among the three.
 
“We were on our way out the door, and as you can see you delayed our progress.”
 
Steffen lifted Isabella’s suitcase and bumped into Hayward as he descended the step.
 
"Nice seeing you again Isabella."
 
“Yes.”
 
Isabella met Steffen at the trunk of his car.
 
Hayward jogged up the street. He turned around to glance at Isabella. He smiled at her, turned back around, and continued to jog up the street.
 
Steffen slammed the trunk door down.
 
Both walked up to the passenger side of the door.
 
Steffen unlocked the door and opened it up for Isabella.
 
“That gentlemon was not a past acquaintance of yours, was he?”
 
“No.”
 
Isabella kissed Steffen on the lips and got inside the car.
 
Steffen pushed the door in. He walked around to the driver side of his vehicle, opened the door, and got in. He pulled the door close and strapped his seatbelt over his shoulder. He stuck the key inside the ignition, started the car, and pulled away from the curve.
 
Steffen pulled up to a stop light.
 
Hayward crossed the street. His met Steffen’s eyes through the tinted windshield; he turned toward the passenger and winked at Isabella.
 
Steffen pressed his foot on the gas pedal.
 
Hayward dodged his presence in time.
 
Steffen continued to drive forward.
 
“You fucking bastard. Don’t worry she will be in my arms soon,” Hayward hollered at the back of Steffen’s vehicle.
 
 
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