Cloaking Him In The Footsteps Of My Softness

MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York

Tristano’s Penthouse

Artesia was still pissed Tristano did not leave her wallet at the front desk; on the other hand, the excitement of seeing him again thrilled her. She looked over at the door attendant, who was all too happy to accompany her on the elevator.

The elevator crested, the doors opened.

The door attendant looked Artesia’s physique up and down.

“Do you need me to escort you to Mr. Giordano’s door?”

“No thank you.”

Artesia stepped off the elevator.

The door attendant cranked his head to get a view of Artesia’s derrière.

Artesia looked back.

The door attendant ducked his head back. She heard the elevator doors close.

Artesia slid Tristano’s key-card inside the portal of his door, withdrew it, and turned the doorknob.

“What a great feeling if I was coming home to a man who really loves me,” she stated to herself.

Tristano thought he heard his front door open and close. He sat up and reached over to turn on his lamp. He listened for any approaching sounds.

Artesia took off her stilettos and tossed her purse on the couch. She walked in the direction of the bathroom, entered, and undressed.  She placed everything on the settee and walked to the shower. She slid the glass door open, stepped inside, and slid it close. Artesia turned on the water faucet knobs and adjusted the water settings. She lifted the shower knob lever and lifted a bar of soap from off the embedded soap dish.

Tristano held his 32 millimeter and exited his bedroom. He tripped over something.

“Shit.”

He heard the shower running. He crept to the bathroom door and placed his ear up against it.

Tristano reached down and twisted the doorknob slowly. He opened the door.

The first thing he noticed through a fog of steam was a woman’s clothing items spread on the settee.

Tristano placed his weapon down on the double sink vanity and stormed over to the shower door. He angrily slid it back.

“Your dinner date fucked you, and then disposed your ass on my doorstep!”

Artesia jumped.

The bar of soap dropped out her hand. She turned around.

“We need to talk.”

“Can I…”

“No.”

Tristano snatched a towel from off the heated towel bar and threw it at Artesia.

Artesia caught it before it landed on the floor of the shower.

Tristano turned and walked out the bathroom. He pulled the door close, causing it to rattle on the hinges.

She knew this was a bad idea.

Artesia threw the towel on the settee, closed the door back, and quickly washed up.

“The man is insufferable, unbearable, and…and just downright rude.”

Artesia slid the shower door back, stepped out, and slid the door close. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around her head; she lifted the other one from off the settee and wrapped it around her body. Artesia opened the door and walked out the bathroom. She walked into the living room. She heard Mozart playing in the distance. She entered the bedroom.

Tristano was drinking a glass of wine. He turned around after hearing Artesia enter the bedroom.

“Why did you come here? The last we spoke, you were fucking my client.”

“And I asked you to leave my wallet at the security desk.”

Tristano walked over to the dresser, pulled a drawer out, and lifted Artesia’s wallet. He pushed the drawer close and threw the wallet on the bed.

“There is your fucking wallet, now get the fuck out!”

“What is your problem? You disrespected me, and then called me earlier to apologize. You beg to see me, and then you act like an ass.”

“I do not want anything to do with you; you made your decision whose dick you want rammed inside you.”

Artesia walked over to the bed and lifted her wallet.

“Goodnight Tristano.”

She removed the towel from off her head and placed it on the settee at the bottom of the bed. She walked out Tristano’s bedroom.

Tristano looked down at the back of Artesia’s legs, and the dampen curls curtaining her back. He slammed the glass down on the nightstand and stormed after her. He grabbed her by her shoulder blades, turned her around, and pulled her to his chest.

“What’s the matter? My client did not fuck you right, so you thought I’ll be available to finish the job!”

“Let me go Tristano, what is the matter with you.”

“No! You’re here, and if you want to get fucked, then dammit that’s what I’m going to do!”

Artesia tried to scoot back.

Tristano’s gripped Artesia by her upper arms.

“Did you let Mr. Barron lick your pussy huh, stick his dick inside you!”

Tristano went under the towel and angrily inserted one of his fingers inside Artesia’s pussy. He took it back out and smelled it. He snatched the towel off Artesia’s body and threw it on the carpet.

“If you want to fuck the next available man, then so be it, damn you!”

Tristano lifted Artesia and lowered her to the carpet. He opened the slit in his pajama bottoms and pulled out his stiff dick.

“No Tristano, I only came…”

Tristano covered Artesia’s mouth with his and swiftly jammed his dick inside her pussy. He inched his mouth off hers.

“Did you drive Mr. Barron out of his mind moving your pussy over his di...oh sweet shit.”

Tristano rammed his dick inside Artesia’s vaginal canal harder.

“This...this is my pussy dammit.”

“Tristano…”

Tristano rested his weight on top of Artesia. He inched his head back, lifted a breast, and then aerated his tongue over an overstuffed nipple.

“Tristano... I.”

Tristano kissed Artesia’s lips. He cupped her buttocks and repeatedly hammered his groin into her pelvis.

Artesia linked her arms around Tristano’s neck. She kissed his chest; her teeth accidentally nicked his skin.

“Did...”

Artesia palmed Tristano’s face, pulled his face down, and passionately kissed his lips. She uplifted her pelvis; her pussy greeting the harden dick darting inside of her was sending her.

Good gracious, she loved his member inside of her.

Tristano withdrew his dick, inched back, and stood. He scooped Artesia from off the floor and rushed back to his bedroom. He ran over the bed and laid her on the silk covers.

Tristano unsnapped his pajama bottoms, pushed them down his legs, and stepped out of them. He got on the bed and separated Artesia’s thighs. He laid on his stomach and kissed over her clitoris; he licked through her downy hairs. His nostrils made a path from the opening of her pussy, to the opening of her anus.

Tristano lifted Artesia’s buttocks and kissed around the tight opening to her anus. He separated the cove with his tongue and sunk it inside.

“Ye…yes Tristano.”

Artesia gripped the bedcovers.  

Tristano continued to writhe his tongue in and out of Artesia’s rectum. He kissed the darkish base to the opening. He inserted a finger inside and stuck his tongue inside her vaginal canal.

“Oh Tristano…Tristano...,” Artesia moaned.

Tristano’s tongue mounted to a grand finale. He withdrew his tongue and spit on Artesia’s downy hairs; he wrestled the tip of his tongue pass the entrance to her womanhood again.

“Tristano... baby, you’re going to make me…make me cum.”

Tristano’s tongue roamed farther. He withdrew his finger and tongue and quickly got up. He crawled over Artesia, held his dick, and steadied the engorged taut skin inside her sweeten saturated coven.

“Oh, sweet Lord,” Tristano moaned. He closed his eyes to the pleasurable infiltration. He leaned down and kissed Artesia on her lips.

And she was trying to run from this feeling?

Tristano gripped the brass headboard. He banged his groin into her pelvis; he withdrew it to the helmet, and then consistency slammed it back inside of her.

“Te... oh dolce Artesia.”

Tristano’s nutt spilled forth. He rammed his dick and froze it in place.

Artesia wrapped her legs around Tristano’s back, pulled him closer, and climaxed.

“Oh Tristano…. I.”

Tristano kissed Artesia’s lips in the middle of her sentence. He enthused his dick inside of her pussy and withdrew it. He palmed his dick and held it while steering it back inside her repeatedly.  

“Oh, baby your pussy...oh fuck yes.”

He ejaculated inside her again.

Artesia grind her pussy to the rippling sensation.

“Oh Tristano.”

She hugged him tighter to her chest. Her climax stretched and thinned over his manhood.

“Oh, sweet Artesia…”

Tristano threw his head back.

The savoring feeling diluted his emotions.

He took a deep breath and inched his head downward. He kissed Artesia’s lips, and slowly relaxed his weight on top of her.

Tristano took a deep breath and inched back; he detained Artesia’s eyes.

“I don’t want you to see Mr. Barron anymore.”

Artesia leaned her face up and kissed Tristano on his chin.

“Is there someone else willing to take his place?”

Tristano shifted his semi-hard manhood inside her womanhood.

“Yes, a very covetous man.”

“Do say more.”

Artesia kissed the side of Tristano’s cheek.

“Artesia, I’m sorry about earlier.”

“And I never meant any harm by my impromptu actions.”

She kissed him under his earlobe.

“I see that now, however, it appears Mr. Barron found no offense in your performance.”

Tristano kissed Artesia on the side of her cheek.

“Artesia, are we clear about you not seeing Mr. Barron after today.”

Artesia’s head hit the pillow. She looked up into Tristano’s eyes.

“I don’t know, I did get invited to the Hamptons this weekend.”

“If you want to go to the Hamptons, I own property there, I’ll take you.”

“Kiss me Tristano.”

Tristano dropped his face and kissed Artesia on her lips. He kissed her temple.  

“When I mean I love fucking you, I really do.”

Tristano humped his groin into Artesia’s pelvis, with controlled movements; he smashed his dick into her pussy.

Artesia caged Tristano’s manhood between her vaginal passage and squeezed her Kegel muscles.

“Move that pussy for me,” Tristano whispered in Artesia’s ear. “Show me what you would do if I was another man.”

Artesia placed her palms over Tristano’s buttocks and pulled his body weight into hers. She wrapped her legs around his ankles and gave the man what he desired. She kissed his chest wall and moved her pelvis up and down, sideways.

Tristano’s dick took no time in rising to the occasion.

Artesia stuck one of her fingers inside her mouth, and then fed it to Tristano.

“Oh...Arte…”  

Tristano licked over her finger while pumping his dick inside of her. He withdrew his dick.

“Get on your knees.”

Artesia sat up, turned around, and got on her knees. She braced her weight on her bent forearms and dipped her back.

Tristano grabbed his manhood and rammed it inside Artesia’s womanhood. He maintained her balance by her hips.

“You want this dick huh.”

“Oh… yes… yes Tristano...”

“There’s no second choice, other than this.”

Tristano crashed his erection inside Artesia’s pussy harder.

“No...no…other.”

Tristano withdrew his penis, spit on it, and divided Artesia’s buttocks. He placed the tip at the door of her anus.

“Tristano…no...please.”

“Shh, I’m only going to put the head in, just breathe baby.”

Tristano gently slithered the tip of his manhood inside Artesia’s rectum.

“Oh Tristano, it’s… it’s so painful.”

Tristano grabbed Artesia’s hips, and softly darted his manhood inside her snug rectum.

“Argh...shit, baby it hurt.”

“Shh, it’s almost in.”

Artesia held her breath.

Tristano’s movements became boisterous.

“Okay, don’t move anymore, just let me, please,” Artesia moaned against the pillow.

“Okay.”

Artesia slowly pushed her buttocks backwards.

Tristano arrowed his dick forward.

Their bodies became harmonized in the pursuit of Tristano reaching an ejaculation.

Tristano palmed Artesia’s breasts from the sides and squeezed them.

“Oh Artesia…”

“Baby it...hurry,” Artesia whined.

“Here...here it comes.”

 Tristano’s palms suffocated Artesia’s breasts tighter. His body movements were clumsy in running after an ejaculation at the tip of his penis.

“Hurry Tristano,” Artesia moaned out. “Please, shit.”

She submerged her face in the pillow to escape the distending pain.

“Here…”

Tristano held Artesia’s pelvis to his groin. His pearly release pushed inside the constricted space.

“Oh Artesia…Artesia.”

Tristano’s body convulsed.

Artesia moved her buttocks.

Tristano quickly withdrew.

Artesia’s body fell forward on the bed. She squeezed her rectum to escape the searing aftermath pain.

Tristano hosed his dick; his palm danced up and down his lower abdomen. He leaned over Artesia. He threw his head back.

“Eggg.” He pumped his dick faster

Some of his release reached Artesia’s buttocks.

“Ummm.”

Artesia reached behind herself and smeared the liquidly contents over her buttocks.

“Come on and take a shower with me.”

Artesia rolled over and sat up.

Tristano grabbed Artesia’s hand and assisted her off the bed.

Both rushed to the bathroom.

HOURS LATER

“I have an idea.”

Tristano, rubbed over Artesia’s buttocks.

“If you give me a minute or two. I could make that ideal reality.”

Artesia smiled.

“Not that Mr. Giordano.”

Artesia lifted her head from off her bent arms. She pivoted her head to look down at Tristano’s resting form.

“It’s a beautiful night. Let’s take a carriage ride through Central Park.”

“Baby, it’s after twelve o’clock in the morning, and in New York at this time. I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on now, it will be so romantic, and besides, I saw your carrying concealed weapon’s permit on the dresser.”

Artesia was already rising from the bed.

“I will be so kind, as to pack us some late night goodies, and grab us a blanket.”

“Is this what’s expected for falling for a very beautiful and young vivacious woman.”

“What were you expecting?”

“Rest and then sleep after making love.”

Artesia climbed over the bed and kissed Tristano on his lips. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “The loving is the bonus, let me see here handsome. Oh, and my commitment to you, is everlasting.”

She dug the tip of her tongue inside his ear canal.

“Now get dressed Mr. Giordano the III.”

She kissed him on his nose.

Artesia scooted off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

Tristano threw the covers back and rose from the bed.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER

Tristano took a deep breath.

“I thought after making love to you earlier, and then in the shower, a carriage ride through Central Park, sitting in a café at two o’clock in the morning sharing a foot-long hotdog.”

“Don’t forget the rap free-style show we stopped to watch.”

“How could I forget? In addition to that, making love to you again in the shower, that the lady would be quite satisfied.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take your… strength, and stifle all your physical time.”

Artesia at best, tried to hold back her laughter.

Tristano inched back.

“Are you silently laughing at me?”

“Who me.”

“I do have time. Can I entice you again?”

“Baby, I’m tired, and you’re getting...heavy.”

Tristano slid off Artesia onto his back.

Artesia exhaled.

“Woo, I’m cold, and my hair is still damp.”

Tristano pulled the covers up over them.

Artesia rested her head on Tristano’s chest She look up.

“Can I ask you something?”

Tristano inched his head down and caught Artesia’s eyes

“Yes.”

“Did you sleep with my client?”

“I have a burning desire, for an Italian man, who has a cleft in his chin, but is forthright with his emotions.”

“Only with people who are of importance to me.”

“Am I considered important to you?”

“Very, and someone of importance, is not worth sharing.”

“Not even a peek.”

Tristano hugged Artesia to him.

“Not even a glance.”

He kissed her on the forehead.

Artesia went under the covers. She rubbed over Tristano’s inflexible manhood.

“Prove it.”

“I would love to woman, once you jump on board.”

Artesia pulled the covers down. She got on top of Tristano.

Tristano and Artesia made love repeatedly. Only taking the time to stop and feed each other strawberries, and whip cream.

THE FOLLOWING EVENING

Tristano hugged Artesia from behind and kissed the back of her neck. He looked around the interior of his busy gourmet-style kitchen.

The catering staff was engrossed in perfecting his or her creation.

“Baby, you have outdone yourself.”

“Thank you, especially for the wee hours you kept me up.”

“And it was worth every single second.”

“I’ll say. Oh, and thank you for my gift.”

“A man takes care of a person who means more than a stolen moment in time.”

Artesia lifted Tristano’s hand and kissed his palm.

“I’m glad you feel that way about me, and so you know. I’m depending on you to be on your best behavior. By the way, Kelly, Danica, Pauline, and Jen will be in attendance.”

“My private harem, lucky man.”

“The only duty you have is to smile and meet and greet your guests.”

“Are we, what’s the word I’m referring to, oh, jealous?”

“No, I’m very territorial, with people who are of importance to me.”

“Point taken, and my fucking client, best known to keep his damn hands to himself.”

‘We have a date this weekend, taken or not taken.’

Damn, what have she gotten herself into she thought.

“I’m sure I’m only a fleeting thought.”

“It better be on his behalf.”

“I love you when you defend my sense of honor.”

“Where did those three words come from?”

“Oh, I say that to everyone.”

“Coward. It’s all right to admit your feelings for me, Artesia.”

“Are you getting serious on me Tristano Giordano the III?”

“The question is, are you getting serious on me?”

“Who’s in here getting serious?”

Tristano and Artesia disengaged and pivoted.

“Mother, Father.”

Artesia ran into a pair of outstretched arms.

Mr. Wockivoi hugged his daughter.

Artesia stepped back and then hugged her mother.

Tristano looked at Artesia’s mother and smiled at the pleasant view. He noticed the daughter was a younger replica of her mother.

“Father, I would like you to meet Mr. Tristano Giordano the III.”

Tristano stepped forward. He rested his palm on the base of Artesia’s lower back and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you Judge Wockivoi.”

Each man shook the other man’s hand, and then dropped it.

“Firm handshake, confidence.”

Mr. Wockivoi palmed Tristano’s shoulder.

“Walk with me.”

Tristano pivoted to look back.

Artesia winked at him.

Tristano winked back.

Tristano and Mr. Wockivoi walked out the kitchen.

“Darling you look fabulous. How is everything at Morris and Morris?”

“Fine.”

“I expect a visit this weekend.”

“Mother, I have been very busy with my summer law advocate meetings.”

“It is no excuse young lady. I expect to see you this weekend.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Now, where did you meet Tris…?”

“His name is Tristano, and mother you would never believe me if I told you.”

“Give me the condensed version.”

“At La’Ferrie Restaurant.”

“Is he, how should I put it…”

“Married,” Artesia completed.

“Well, is he?”

“No mother.”

“That’s a beginning. And you look well.”

“You also, mother.”

“I have to give credit to your father.”

“Do I have to cover my ears for this?”

“The man who you just introduced us to, I’ll say it’s nothing you have not heard, or done before.”

“Mother.”

Artesia looked around the kitchen, hoping no one overheard their conversation.

“As your mother, my advice is, don’t let this man drain the cow for free.”

Too late for that she thought.

“I won’t.”

“One last thing, make sure protection is the first priority.”

“Definitely.”

“Is he a possible candidate for marriage?”

“Yes, but I’m still pampering myself.”

“Umm hum.”

“From that expensive piece of ice draped around your neck, and sparkling matching earrings in your ears. I’ll make sure I book the cathedral.”

“You will do no such thing.”

Artesia looked around.

“It appears everything is running smoothly in here mother; let’s go and mingle among the guests.”

Both women walked into the living room.

Artesia looked around Tristano’s lively living room.

Her dinner engagement outdid her expectations she thought.

Tristano was in the far corner still in a heavy conversation with her father.

She already knew her father was given him the, my daughter is something special talk.

Tristano looked across the room; he enlisted Artesia’s eyes and smiled.

Artesia blushed and returned the smile.

“This is nice.”

Artesia turned around.

“You four made it.”

Kelly looked around.

“Do you really think I would pass the chance to rub shoulders with money?”

“As long as you know, that handsome gentleman in the black tuxedo talking to my father, belongs in my bed.”

Kelly glanced across the room. Her eyes fell on Tristano.

“Wow, that man is as handsome as they come.”

Kelly turned to face Artesia.

“Does he have any brothers?”

“I’ll ask him when I get a chance.”

“Artesia, you’re not serious about him, are you?” Pauline asked.

“Serious enough to tell you two discontinue lusting.”

Pauline laughed.

Danica dropped her eyes to Artesia’s neckline.

“I like your jewelry, the color ruby brings out your eyes,” she commented.  

“Did he buy that for you,” inquired Jen.

“Yes, it was a gift from him.”

Michael stood in the corner and watched Artesia interacting with the guests. He glanced in the opposite direction. He noticed Tristano talking to Judge Wockivoi.

The caterer held out a tray in front of him.

“Would you like a drink sir?”

Michael lifted a glass of champagne and took a sip. His eyes remained glue to Artesia’s backside.

The red silk gown she wore stood out. Her upswept hairstyle displayed her bare smooth skin. The sagging neckline, minus a bra, accentuated her breast nipples.

Damn, his dick was growing.

Artesia felt someone’s eyes on her. She looked around. Her eyes made contact with Michael.

Michael winked at Artesia, and then took another sip of his champagne.

Artesia blushed; her legs weaken, her heart began to race. She quickly turned back around.

Tristano looked over at Artesia, and then looked over in Michael’s direction.

“Excuse me Judge Wockivoi.”

“Certainly.”

Tristano lifted a glass of wine from off the elongated table and walked over in Michael’s direction.

“Thank you, Mr. Barron, for coming.”

“Thanks for the invite.”

“Any questions concerning the specifics of the contracts?”

“No. My attorney stated the contracts are valid.”

Tristano followed Michael’s eyes.

“The woman, who dared, and provided the adult entertainment in your office...”

“What about her?”

Michael’s eyes wandered back to Tristano.

“Are you two…?”

“Intimately involved? Yes.”

Michael gripped his glass tighter.

“I think I’ll pop over there and say hello to your beautiful co-hostess.”

“As long as that’s all you do.”

“Pardon me.”

“I value, my life, my breath, and my woman. Anything related to wishful thinking, will not be tolerated on my watch.”

Michael arched his eyes at Tristano’s possessiveness.

Not to worry, it will not be on your watch.

Michael walked away.

“Is he available?”

Jen asked.

Artesia turned around.

Michael’s eyes dashed over Artesia’s form from head to toe, the lust in his eyes made Artesia’s pussy pulsate. She admired the way his black tuxedo fitted his built physique.

Artesia blushed as Michael neared.

“Good evening.”

Michael glanced around; he was thankful someone detained Tristano’s approaching footsteps.

“This is a nice gathering.”

“Thank you for coming.”

Michael leaned over and slowly kissed Artesia on the lips. He inched back and held her eyes. He caressed her cheek.

“You look…simply gorgeous.”

“Thank you.”

Michael looked down at Artesia’s lips; his eyes dwindled to her breasts.

Kelly cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry.”

Artesia turned to face her friends.

“Michael, this is Kelly, Pauline, Danica, and Jen.”

“Ladies, if I’m allowed to say, you are all angels from above.”

Jen blushed.

“Thank you,” all four replied in union.

“Michael, correct?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do for a living?”

Artesia arched her eyebrows at Kelly’s frank question.

“I am the President and Chairman of Barron Pharmaceuticals Incorporation.”

“I’ve read the stock portfolio, I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Kelly.”

“Miss. Wockivoi, could I speak with you in private.”

“I’m sorry, I’m very busy.”

A quiet storm brewed in Michael’s eyes.

“Later then,” his response was clipped.

Tristano walked over to the gathering. He placed his palm over the bend of Artesia’s lower back and leaned over to kiss her temple.

“Darling, I would like you to meet someone.”

“Certainly, excuse us.”

Tristano and Artesia walked away.

Michael looked down at Artesia’s derrière. He wanted her under him tonight.

“Michael, could I interest you in another drink.”

Michael looked down at his half-empty glass.

“Yes.”

Michael held his elbow out.

Kelly linked her arm around it.

Artesia gritted her teeth at Kelly’s brass behavior.

Isn’t it easier for her that he moves on, than her telling him she cannot consort with him she pondered?

“See, I told you, just a fleeting thought.”

Artesia squeezed Tristano’s hand.

“Saxon, I would like for you to meet my lovely companion, Miss. Wockivoi. Sweetheart, Mr. Satilla is the vice president of Giordano’s Accounting Firm.”

Saxon extended his hand.

Artesia shook it.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Satilla.”

“I’ve heard about you.”

Artesia cut her eyes over in Tristano’s direction.

“Pleasant adjectives I’m assuming.”

“Right down to the curvaceous body and exotic look.”

Artesia blushed.

“Thank you.”

Artesia silently swindled her hand from Saxon’s firm clap.

“Tristano, quanti soldi ha fatto si deve sborsare per questo bel pezzo di figa sul tuo braccio.”

“Signor Satilla, non credo che le tasche del Signor Giordano sono abbastanza in profondita` per pagare per qualcosa, che lo libera, e con piacere do.”

Saxon looked over at Tristano. He cleared his throat.

“Please pardon my discourteous manners to the beautiful co-hostess.”

“No offense taken Mr. Satilla.”

“Mr. Giordano tells me you are embarking on becoming a criminal attorney.”

“Yes, I’m entering my last year of law school very soon.”

“A pretty face in the courtroom would always be beneficial, for whomever you are defending.”

“Beauty is a state of the mind, whereas, the work of a knowledgeable mind is endlessly.”

Saxon looked at Tristano.

“I like her Tristano.”

“Would you gentlemen please excuse me?”

“Yes.”

Tristano kissed Artesia on the side of her cheek.

Artesia walked away.

“I feel like a complete fool. It would have been wise to advise me she fluency speaks Italian.”

“In the future do not put your foot in your mouth, or disrespect any guest in my home, while speaking in our native tongue.”

Both men laughed.

“You could now lift your pride from off the floor.”

“I guess I deserve that.”

Saxon glanced around the many guests scattered throughout Tristano’s penthouse. His eyes fell on Artesia’s presence.

“You sure you know how to whip that sexy, young, and intelligent pussy under the covers.”

“No complaints in that department thus far.”

“I hope you’ve invested in several bottles of Viagra.”

“No need too, the woman’s scent alone spirals my emotions out of control.”

Saxon looked over at Artesia talking to a group of guests. He looked down at her derrière.

“Some men get all the luck.”

“And the right piece of pussy.”

Tristano walked away from Saxon.

“If another man asks to dance with my woman. I may forget I’m the host.”

“Behave yourself, its business.”

Tristano kissed the side of Artesia’s temple.

“Can I cut in,” Welford stated from behind.

Tristano pivoted. He took a deep breath and looked down into Artesia’s eyes.

Dammit, why can’t she solely feel the arms of her man?

Artesia nodded her head.

Tristano stepped back and walked away. He turned around and winked at Artesia.

Artesia licked her lips and smiled.  

Tristano turned and walked over to a circle of guests.

Welford encircled his arms around Artesia’s waist.

“Michael, I have a leased condo in NoHo, and a bottle of wine on ice, would you be interested.”

Michael’s eyes never left Artesia’s direction.

Kelly followed the preoccupation of Michael’s silence.

“You do know, Mr. Giordano, has asked Artesia to marry him, and she accepted.”

Why should she have all the men drooling over her?

Michael turned toward Kelly.

“What!”

After she practically let him make love to her in the back of his limousine.

“The two announced the joyous news this morning.”

Michael looked over at Artesia. He would make sure she regrets the decision to marry Mr. Giordano. He looked over at his business associates and waved them over.

“Michael would you like to dance?”

“No,” Michael firmly replied.

Michael walked away from Kelly. He met his business partners in the middle of the gathering.

“We need to talk.”

“Michael calm down. Man, the vein at your temple is throbbing.”

“Meet me on the fucking terrace.”

Michael glanced over at Tristano.

You want my pussy, well you can have it with a host of other problems I’m going to throw your way, you mothafuckin bastard.

Michael looked over at Artesia. He closed his eyes, and then reopened them.

Artesia looked over Welford’s shoulder at Michael.

Michael’s penetrating glance surprised Artesia.

Artesia smiled at him. She noticed his facial expression never altered.

“Welford, could you excuse me please?”

“If I must say, I think you are a good match for Tristano.”

“Pardon me.”

“The man is all about work, and no play, that is until you came along.”

“That is the nicest compliment anyone has ever said to me, thank you.”

“He is very lucky.” Welford’s eyes dropped down to Artesia’s breasts. “The man is very lucky indeed.”

“You are too kind.”

Artesia leaned up and kissed Welford on his cheek.

“Welford, you’re not trying to steal my woman from under me, are you?”

“If I was not married, I will certainly try.”

All three laughed.

Someone palmed Tristano’s shoulder blade from behind.

Tristano turned around.

“You are just the man, I need to see. I was talking to a former client of yours, and he uttered nothing but astounding comments about your firm, and services. Could we discuss a couple of things, or two?”

Artesia smiled. This was the fourth client enlisting his accounting firm services.

“Baby, would you be okay if I leave you alone.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll return shortly.”

“Okay.”

Tristano leaned downward and kissed Artesia on her lips. He strolled away, followed by Welford, and another potential client.



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