He Who Has The Gold Makes The Rules III

SLAY RIDE ESTATES  
Beverly Hills, California  

“And this is Darla’s address.”  
 
Travis cut his eyes in the direction of his Agent.
 
“Yes sir,” his Agent replied.
 
“Is my jet ready?”
 
“Yes sir, and a reservation have been made in your name, at the Westin Hotel in Miami, Florida.”
 
“Good.”
 
England entered Travis’ study and lifted his two luggage near the door; he walked out the study.  
 
“Slay, what is with this particular woman? Man, you won an Academy Award; your pussy list has got to be on lock.”
 
“Every pussy just isn’t good pussy. And for this past month, what I have learned is, I’m in love with this woman.”
 
“The dreaded L word.”
 
“You may want to give it a try.”
 
“Naw, after divorcing my third wife that noose is for the young folks.”
 
Both men laughed.
 
“You’re on your way to the airport.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Well good luck man. I’ll see you....”
 
“All in good time.”
 
Travis patted his Agent on the back.
 
Both men walked to the door.
 
GINGER ESTATES
Miami, Florida
 
Three Days Later
 
Darla pushed her vacuum cleaner around her living room. She was sexually frustrated that Hunter wanted to place their intimacy on hold, “until I feel I could trust you.” She itched to call Vander.
 
“Trust Darla.”  
 
She turned the vacuum cleaner off, wrapped the cord up, and pushed it back into her hall closet. She closed the door.
 
Her telephone rang. She walked to the stand and lifted the receiver; she placed it up to her ear.
 
“This is Dr. Cabaña, can I help you.”
 
“Well city slicker, you could help me in a lot of ways.”  
 
“As soon as you lift this ban, I will be all over it.”
 
Both laughed.
 
“When are you getting back, I miss you.”
 
And I need to feel your dick inside me with a hunger.
 
“I will be in your arms in four days.”
 
“Well, I guess I will have to resort to phone sex again.”
 
“Woman you are not the only one who aches to make love. I missed between those lovely thighs as well.”
 
Darla blushed.
 
“What are your plans today?”
 
“Trina and I have dinner plans this evening.”
 
“Should I be worried?”
 
“About Trina or about me.”
 
“I am going to...”
 
“To what? Whatever it is, I am begging for it.”
 
Hunter laughed.
 
“You behalf yourself city slicker, and Hunter will take care of the rest.”
 
“I will be on my best behavior. I really miss you.”
 
“Likewise, well my father is returning. I will call you this evening; therefore, keep your cell phone handy.”
 
“Okay, can I say I love you?”
 
“It sounds like you just did.”
 
“Yes, and don’t forget it.”
 
“I will make up for lost time when I return.”
 
Darla smiled into the telephone receiver.
 
“I would love to continue to hear you begging for this cowboy’s dick, but baby, I have to go with regrets.”
 
“Don’t worry; you will be kept in bed very soon.”
 
Hunter smiled.
 
“Talk to you later on.”
 
Both hung up the end of the telephone.
 
Darla lifted the telephone receiver, and made a Spa appointment.

LATER THAT EVENING
 
“I can’t believe you’re this serious about Hunter to wait for him.”
 
“Trina, it has not been easy.”
 
“Things we do for love.”
 
“Are you ready?”
 
“Almost, let me finish my drink.”
 
“Take your time, the reservation is for eight o’clock.”
 
Trina lifted her drink from off the table and took a sip. She placed her drink back down on the table, and reached for her shoes.
 
“Hey, whatever became of your Hollywood debut?”
 
“I advised Peter I could not go that route.”
 
“I think you would have set Hollywood on fire.”
 
“Did I ever tell you I was mistaken for an actress name Zia?”
 
Trina looked over at Darla she peered closer.
 
“Oh my God, yes you do look like her.”
 
“You know this actress.”
 
“Yes, she once ruled the silver screen.”
 
“Once ruled.”
 
“Yes. She’s an actress somewhere in Great Britain.”
 
Her doorbell rang.
 
“You’re putting me out already.”
 
“I will wait until you’ve paid for the meal.”
 
Trina picked a throw pillow from off her couch and threw it over at her.
 
It landed at her feet.  
 
Darla picked it up, and repositioned it on the couch.
 
“Excuse me.”
 
Darla rose from the couch and walked to the door. She opened it.
 
Not now, Dammit, dammit, dammit! She has been so good physically fasting.
 
“Travis, what are you doing here?”
 
Travis looked at Darla. Oh yes, this was the voice, the sight he has missed in his life. He picked her up, and pressed her body against his. Travis’ lips sought hers.
 
Two bodies fed off the other. He laid his forehead against hers and hugged her tighter.
 
“I’ve missed you so much; I’m a fool to have let you go, please forgive me.”
 
Darla inched her face back. She kissed him on the lips.
 
“What are you doing here in Florida?”
 
“I would think it’s obvious, to see you and to find a way to get you back in my bed.”
 
Trina cleared her throat.
 
Travis looked over Darla’s shoulder.  “Was I interrupting something?” Travis slowly let Darla slide down his body. He pulled her into his embrace.
 
Trina walked over to the door.
 
“Hi, I’m Trina, Darla’s Publicist.”
 
Travis shook Trina’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Damn, what a sweet and tempting dilemma to be involved in, Trina thought to herself.
 
“I think this is my queue to leave.”
 
“But din...”
 
“Which my husband could take me out. Nice meeting you, Travis.”
 
“The same here, Trina.”
 
Travis stepped aside, while Trina walked out.
 
“Please come in.”
 
Travis entered Darla’s home. Darla closed the door.
 
“Wow, you look great.”
 
“Good enough to... I would let you feel in the blank. I was on my way out to dinner, and since my Publicist left me stranded, would you like to join me.”
 
“At a table first, and then in the…. I would let you feel in that blank.”
 
Darla smiled.
 
“I am an engaged woman Mr. Slay.”
 
Not after tonight you won’t be.
 
“The thought still remains the same.”
 
Darla blushed.
 
“You look handsome, and congratulations on winning the Academy Award.”
 
“That night of celebration would have been everlasting, had I had you on my arm.”
 
Darla lifted her arm and wrapped it around his.
 
“Well you do now.”
 
Travis leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
 
Darla dropped her arm. She palmed Travis’ face, and kissed him senselessly.
 
“Oh baby, I’ve missed your smell, and the taste of you.”
 
Darla kissed Travis on his lips and inched back. She looked up into his eyes.
 
“I’ve missed you also Travis.”
 
“I apologize for our last encounter. I was seething with remorse in regards to the telephone call you received.”
 
“It’s totally forgotten, nevertheless, you will have to find a way to make this up to me.”
 
“Would you marry me?”
 
“You, marriage, and a union.”
 
“It will be a good loving match, and an iconic team. I like you Darla; you are a woman I could grow to love, and stay in love with.”
 
Darla smiled.
 
“Can we discuss this more over dinner?”
 
Travis held his elbow out. Darla linked her arm through it. He escorted her to the door and opened it.
 
Both walked out.
 
Travis pulled the door close.
 
CUPID’S ARROW RESTAURANT
Miami, Florida
 
Travis unsnapped his seatbelt. He stepped out and walked around his vehicle. He handed the valet his car key.
 
Travis grabbed Darla’s hand.
 
“Have you ever visited Florida?”
 
“I can’t say that I have.”
 
“Then you are in for a treat.”
 
“Spend the night with me in my hotel suite.”
 
“I have to think about that. Remember, I am an engaged woman.”
 
“I am the guest remember.”
 
“Well since there is no microwave to heat your food here. I guess, I would let you fed me, and maybe I could be persuaded with pillow talk.”
 
Travis squeezed Darla’s hand.
 
Both entered the restaurant, and were seated immediately.
 
Steno’s Private Investigator followed at a distance. He entered the restaurant and took a seat at the bar. He kept his eyes trained on his two subjects.
 
“Would like to order something to whet your appetite?”
 
Darla looked at Travis’ lips. She looked down at the white tablecloth.
 
“No, I will reserve that for later on. Would you like something to eat?”
 
“Since we are past the Lobster stage, you will do quite nicely.”
 
Darla smiled.  
 
“Do you really think I’m giving away my goodies without a fight?”
 
Darla winked at Travis.
 
“I am a very selfish and a patient man.”
 
“Just so you remember those words later on.”
 
“Would you two be…hey, aren’t you…the man who recently won an Academy Award.”
 
“Yes.”
 
The waiter smiled.  
 
“I know it’s against company policy to patronize the patrons, but could I please get your autograph.”
 
Darla looked at Travis and smiled.
 
“Sure.”
 
The waiter held out an extra menu and an ink pen. Travis signed it, and handed the waiter back his ink pen and the menu.
 
 The waiter looked down at Travis’ signature.
 
“Thank you sir. What would you like to order ma’am.”
 
“You could bring me the Seafood Buffet.”
 
“What would you like to order, Mr. Slay, sir.”
 
“The Filet Mignon.”
 
“Excellent choice sir.”
 
The waiter collected both menus from off the table and walked away.
 
“Darla, could you slip away with me this weekend.”
 
“To where?”
 
“China.”
 
“How exciting.”
 
“In those beautiful eyes, is that response a yes?”
 
“Oh shoot my fiancé and I have plans to go to Italy for a family gathering.”
 
“I will reconsider asking much later on.”
 
She saw the anger in his eyes, at the mention of her fiancé.
 
“Have you taken in any sights?”
 
“I arrived this afternoon.”
 
“I will clear my agenda tomorrow, and I will be your personal...”
 
“Lover.”
 
“Straight to the point.”
 
“Which you will be compensated much later with that point. Dance with me.”
 
“All right.”
 
The Private Investigator snapped several photographs of Darla and Travis dancing thigh-to-thigh. He looked at Darla’s long legs from behind. He shook his head. A beautiful dame with plenty of loving to spare. Why do some guys get all the breaks he thought?
 
The Private Investigator continued to click his camera.
 
“You look beautiful tonight,” Travis whispered in her ear.
 
“Thank you.”
 
Travis hugged Darla to his body tighter.
 
“You have given me hard-on.”
 
Darla scooted closer.
 
“The minute I opened the door, you had my thong wet,” Darla whispered.
 
Travis kissed her lips. He kissed her nose, and then the bottom of her earlobe.
 
Darla’s body shivered.
 
“Is there anyway, we can continue this private affair in my hotel suite.”
 
“I have no objections.”
 
“Good, then I will alert the waiter, to box the food to go.”
 
“All right, can you excuse me? I have to use the ladies’ room.”
 
“I will get the boxes to go.”
 
“Thank you.”
 
Darla and Travis slowly broke apart.
 
Darla walked in the direction of the women’s restroom, and Travis went in search of the waiter.
 
The Private Investigator stood near the bathroom door. A huge potted plan shielded his presence.
 
Darla exited the bathroom. She walked in the direction of the exit.
 
The Private Investigator followed at a lengthen distance. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it up.
 
STENO’S RESIDENCE
Tampa, Florida  
 
Steno lifted the telephone receiver and placed it up to his ear.
 
“This is Steno.”
 
“Mr. Silini, this is Mr. Keggs. Dr. Cabaña is leaving with a gentleman.”
 
“That woman would spread her legs for any man for a quick feeling.”
 
“Are you speaking from experience sir?”
 
“Yes, and never to make that mistake again. Make sure you follow her, until she returns home.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
The Private Investigator flipped his cell phone down and returned it to his back pants pocket. He walked to the exit door and walked out the restaurant.

WESTIN HOTEL
Miami, Florida
 
Travis slid his hotel key-card into the grove of the door slot, pulled it up, and then removed it. He tucked it away in his suit jacket breast pocket.  He turned the door handle and opened the door.
 
Darla rubbed over his lower back.
 
Travis pivoted to look back at her.
 
“You are still trying to push up on this brotha.”
 
“I am past trying once you open this door.”
 
Travis turned around and abandoned his mission. He kissed Darla on her lips; he pulled her into his arms and whizzed his tongue into her mouth.
 
“Mhm hum,” Darla moaned.
 
“Oh baby, I’ve missed these lips.”
 
Darla inched back. She outlined his goatee.
 
“Travis…”
 
“No excuses this time.”
 
“Does this mean we’re not pretending?”
 
Travis lifted Darla’s face. He tenderly kissed her lips; he retracted his face and looked down into her eyes.
 
“Ahh…” He looked at her lips. “Ahh no.”
 
“Wow, for a Hollywood Director to come all the way from Beverly Hills to Florida, and have a pretend play date is strictly unbelievable.”
 
“Yes, well believe it.”
 
Darla crossed her arms over her chest.
 
“I guess you will not see my Brazilian wax, or taste my…”
 
Travis picked Darla up, and detained her lips. He hugged her tighter, and bumped the door open with his back.
 
“You are like instant heat to me, which warms these cold bones, don’t you ever forget that.”
 
“I won’t.”
 
Travis backed up into his suite; he managed to kick the door close. He rushed Darla into his master bedroom suite, and over to the bed.
 
Travis tripped, both tumbled onto the bed.  
 
Darla quickly unloosened Travis’ tie, and popped the buttons to his shit. She took off his suit jacket.  
 
Travis shrugged off his shirt and tie. He pulled Darla’s dress down under her breasts and attacked a breast nipple. He dropped his hand down and lifted her dress; he moved her thong aside and inserted his finger inside of her.
 
“Oh Trav..…”  
 
He suckled her breast. She realized in time, she was highly-additive to his dick.
 
Travis blanketed the other breast with his mouth.
 
“Uumm Travis,” she moaned out, opening her legs wider. Her hands dropped to his zipper, she fumbled to unzip his pants. She freed his manhood and kissed the side of his temple.
 
Travis inched back, moved her thong aside, and palmed his manhood. He stabbed it inside her pussy.
 
“Oooooh Travis.”
 
Travis palmed the mattress, and lifted his upper body from off hers. He thrust his groin, feeding her carnal appetite.
 
Darla arched her back, over-and-over again, satisfying a never ending hunger he incited in her. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
 
“I... oh Darla, I can feed off fucking you…oh... shit baby, it’s so good. I love you.”
 
“I love you too Travis.”
 
Darla palmed Travis’ lower back, and sky-rocked her pelvis into gear, his dick, wetting her pussy walls, felt alien, yet familiar, a feeling like it was the blissful first time he introduced her to his private sexual prowess.
 
Travis leaned down and kissed Darla’s lips. He licked over the bottom lip, and suckled it, his dick jammed into her tight cunt, repeatedly.
 
“Oh Travis….you have…oh baby…. you have to take it out, I’m oval…shit take it…out…I could get pregnant.” She climaxed. “Oh…Travis…”
 
Travis kissed her, and pounded her harder. He threw his head back. “Oh…shit.” He laid on her, and pushed his harden flesh inside her farther.  “Oh Darla…Darla…” He wiggled his head against hers, while his ejaculation roared out of him.
 
Travis leaned his head down and palmed her breast; he grazed the tip of his tongue over the nipple.
 
Darla’s body shook.
 
Travis kissed the side of her neck, her chin, and then her lips.
 
“I would have circled the globe to get back to this good pussy.”
 
“Uummmm, and I probably would have waited.”
 
Travis inched back.
 
“What do you mean, probably waited, we are the only ones who are here.”
 
“Travis, my engagement has been called on again.
 
Not if I can help it.
 
“Do you really think I would let...I mean you could marry someone else after this?”
 
Travis pumped his groin against her pelvis. “Darla, you and I have a soulful connection, and I really do not like sharing you with anyone. Now would you like to tell your fiancé, about us, or should I.”
 
Darla pushed Travis back.
 
“Since we are acting that line is stricken from the records. As you put it, we are pretending, therefore, I can only assume, not to take that statement too serious.”
 
Darla palmed Travis’ face.
 
Travis pushed her hands away, withdrew his dick, and got off her. He angrily rose from the bed and zipped up his pants.
 
“This shit between us is personal.” Travis palmed his chin. “I do not stick my dick in every woman I find interesting.”
 
Darla sat up.
 
“Dammit Travis, you can’t have it, or me, both ways. One minute you sound serious, and in the next breath, you continue to say this is emotionless for you, therefore, which it is? I can’t keep doing this dance with you.”
 
Travis looked down at Darla. She held her breath for his answer.
 
“I think you need to go.”
 
“Are you serious?”  
 
She searched his face for any emotional sign of recognition.
 
“Uh yeah, like I said, I have bedded a dime-a dozen women like you.”
 
That was the first time a comment such as that hurt.
 
Darla rose from the bed, and pulled her dress up.
 
“That’s it, do not call me, or visit me.”
 
Travis grabbed Darla by her upper arm.
 
“So what are you saying?”
 
“Do you have any emotions or feelings toward me, other than sex?”
 
Travis scratched his head.  
 
“What does that have to do with now? When we first met, we established no commitments.”
 
“No, you stated that. Now answer the question.”
 
“I...I... I like things the way they are between us.”
 
“Meaning only sex.”
 
“Yes, which I know you enjoy, maybe a little too much.”
 
“What does that mean?”
 
“No one is known to be a sex addict, and can maintain a meaningful relationship.”
 
“I beg your pardon. I am not a sex addict.”
 
“If you say so.”
 
“Goodbye Travis.”
 
Darla walked out the master bedroom, through his suite, and opened the door. She pulled the door close.
 
Travis sat down on the bed. He palmed his chin. He was in love with her, why doesn’t he take a chance and love again?
 
“Fuck it.”  
 
Travis stood and walked into the bathroom.
 
Tears blinded Darla’s eyes.
 
“How could I have been so stupid?”
 
She released one hand from off the steering wheel, and wiped the tears away. She pulled into her driveway, and parked her vehicle. She turned off the ignition, and withdrew the key; she unsnapped her seatbelt, and rested her head against the seat rest.
 
She thought going to Prague will ease her emotional unrest and place her on the path, to love herself, no, she ran into Travis and the cycle of losing herself physically to a man started again.
 
Darla placed her seatbelt back on, started her vehicle, and pulled off.
 
Travis’ limousine pulled into Darla’s driveway.
 
The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door; he walked to the back passenger door and opened it.
 
Travis stepped out.
 
“Keep the engine running Dr. Cabaña would be leaving out with me.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
The chauffeur pushed the door close.
 
Travis walked up to Darla’s front door. He pressed the doorbell and waited. He rang it again and stepped back. Travis looked around. He noticed her lights remained off. He turned around and walked back to his limousine.
 
The chauffeur opened the door.
 
“Where to Mr. Slay.”
 
“We will wait until she returns.”
 
“Yes sir.”
 
The chauffeur pushed the door close, and returned to the driver seat. He got behind the steering wheel, and pulled the door close.
 
Travis reached for his cell phone. He flipped it open and pressed the numbers to Darla’s cell phone. He placed it up to his ear.
 
Darla lifted her cell phone from off the passenger seat. She flipped it open. She recognized the out of town number. Don’t answer it, just keep driving. Darla placed the cell phone up to her ear.
 
“Hello.”
 
“I’m sorry, can we talk about this?”
 
“The results are the same.”
 
Travis took a deep breath.
 
“Please come home.”
 
“Home.”
 
“Yes, I’m in front of your residence.”
 
Darla looked at the road sign. The word airport jumped at her.
 
“Baby, are you there.”
 
“I’m sorry Travis, this will not work. I want more.”
 
“Is this the shit you tell your fiancé, when he’s not seeing eye-to-eye with you.”
 
“Since we have...there will not be a marriage.”
 
“Good, now come back home, so we can discuss this like rational adults.”
 
“Let me ask you something.”
 
“I’m listening.”
 
“Travis do you have feelings for me or not.”
 
Tell her the truth
 
“I’m not, this is not a relationship remember.”
 
“I forgot, it isn’t.”
 
“Goodbye Travis.”
 
Darla flipped her cell phone down in his ear.
 
 
 
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