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Somewhere In The Midst Of Time
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking lunatic. Call me when my name comes to your memory.”
“Wait, where is King Javiah?”
“Lady, you are real fucked up in the head. Have a great life, with your two men. Number three is gone.”
Palos stormed out Sephora’s bedroom.
Minutes later.
Sephora heard her front door open and then close. Her head throbbed. She felt to back of her head. Her scalp felt damp.
Sephora removed her hand and looked down at the fresh blood covering her two fingers.
She tried to get up. She slumped back against the bedrail. She reached up for the telephone on the nightstand. She lifted the receiver, pressed the number to her friend’s residence, and then placed the receiver up to her ear.
AVERA HEART HOSPITAL
Maxine wheeled Sephora from out the Emergency Room. She positioned the wheelchair next to the vehicle, opened the door, and assisted Sephora out the wheelchair up into her Acura SUV.
NATIONAL MUSEUM OF AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY AND CULTURE
“You are a fucking lunatic. Call me when my name comes to your memory.”
“Wait, where is King Javiah?”
Palos threw his pencil across the room. He was peeved he went to visit a woman who he’s been thinking about; only to have her call him another man’s name. He lifted the book he confiscated from off Sephora’s table before fleeing her residence. He opened it to the first page.
“Humm... wait, this shit is history.”
“Sir Pious,” Palos peered closer.
He resembled the knight in every aspect of his facial features. Palos leaned back in his chair and read Sir Pious’ story.
“A brave knight. Why haven’t I ever heard of this particular knight?”
“Man, you talking to yourself again?”
“Man get a load of this shit.”
Javen entered Palos’ office.
Palos held the book up for Javen to view.
Javen peered downward at the book.
“Damn man, your bloodline dates back to the seventeenth century.”
“This person, is not my kin, however, it states he disappeared from Cromwell never to be heard of again.”
“Let me take a look at this.”
Palos handed Javen the book.
Javen flipped through several more pages.
“It states. Sir Pious, was a brave knight, and he fought alongside King Javiah through several battles. King Javiah, King Javiah, hold up, my grandmother stated this is my great, great, great, grandfather of old.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“No, and she swears I resembled this king, and get this, guess what the queen’s name was.”
“Mary.”
“No, Queen Sephora.”
“That now explains her obsession with this stupid shit. I went over there yesterday, and I found her passed out on her bedroom floor, mumbling some dumb shit about…Sir Pious…and shit, King Javiah.”
“You said yesterday.”
“Yes, why?”
“I was over there asking her about…the amount of her hospital bill.”
“Well you could have that dim-witted woman. The woman is...”
“Crazy and probably on some mood disorder heavy shit as they come.”
But has some good tight pussy, sweet lips, and a smile that could tame a rattlesnake, Javen thought.
“As a matter of speaking, I met this woman last night, and her sister was not bad looking on the eyes.”
“You don’t say, my brotha.”
“I do say, and I happen to have four tickets to the play’s opening night performance.”
“You, your date, and her sister could meet me in front of the Perforating Arts entrance.”
“You got it.”
Javen walked to the door.
“Wait, I will need that book.”
Javen turned and walked back over to Palos’ desk. He handed him the book.
“Later.”
Javen turned to the door, walked out Palos’ office, and pulled the door close.
CAMELOT ESTATES
Javen slammed the telephone receiver in the cradle.
“Where the fuck is she!”
He did not want to leave another voicemail.
“Fuck her, I do not need the mental aggravation.”
“Javen.”
“Yes, grandmother, I am in the Solarium.”
His grandmother entered the Solarium.
Several elderly ladies stood behind his grandmother.
“If I was to know I would be greeted by several beautiful ladies, I would have pulled out my tuxedo.”
No one within the circle of women cracked smile.
“Oookay. What could I do for you grandmother?”
One of the elderly women stepped forward.
“I need you to tell us all more about this…this Sephora woman.”
“Not to worry grandmother…she is history.”
“Yes, who have traveled through the hands of time? We must act quickly.”
“Grandmother, with all due respect, I do not know what you have advised these women in regards to Sephora, but the woman and I are no longer a couple.”
“Do you know the history of this woman?”
“No ma’am, other than she mentally lives in the past, and she has a fascination with a historical display at my museum. Who are you again?”
“I am the Senior Head Curator from the Historical Society Chapter Five, and your grandmother, has asked my associates and me to investigate someone of interest.”
“Let me guess, Sephora.”
“Queen Sephora.”
“Grandmother, I do not have time for this, I am running late for a date.”
“Son, five minutes of your time, please.”
Javen inhaled and exhaled.
“All right five minutes, and not a minute more.”
“Please have a seat young man.”
“I prefer to stand, ma’am.”
“What you will witness will broaden your sense of direction and may elevate your conscious.”
“I will take my chances.”
The woman looked over at Javen’s grandmother, and then returned her gaze back to Javen.
She walked up to him, lifted her palm, and then blew some white powder into his face.
Javen wipe at his stinging eyes.
“What the fuck!”
He could not make out anything.
The harmonic chanting voices around him became faint until he heard nothing but silence.
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND
Cromwell Castle
1701
Javen coughed as he tried to regulate his breathing. He looked around.
“Where the fuck am I at? Grandmother, this shit is not funny,” he yelled out. He glanced around in all directions.
The surface of the earth felt cool to his bottom.
Javen heard approaching voices.
“Your Majesty.”
Several knights with their sword drawn approached him.
Javen stood in haste.
“Your Majesty.”
“Your What? What the hell is going on here!”
Javen looked down at his attire.
Where was the suit he had on? His expensive attire was replaced with a black royal court doublet, a pair of black knee length brocade pants, black hose, and a pair of knee high cowhide leather boots he would never place on his feet.
And why was a leather sword belt around his waist; with a royal lion head sword within.
“Your Majesty were you attacked? Are you hurt?”
Several knights surrounded him.
“I’m fine. Where am I? Or better yet, who the hell are you men.”
Each knight looked at each other, and then back at Javen.
“Come Your Majesty, we will have the physician check you out.”
Javen was led away by several knights. He heard voices behind him. Javen stopped and turned around.
A beautiful woman who was garbed in a lavish white gown of pure silk, stood idly.
Javen’s eyes roamed over the woman from head-to-toe. Her physique fitted the gown to perfection. He noticed her smile was genuine while she addressed several women within her presence. He cranked his head after noticing the jeweled crown on top of her head.
Several diamonds embedded an upswept French coiffure.
The woman was beautiful. Her derrière, breasts, and hips was a body worth coveting.
Queen Sephora felt someone eyes on her. She turned around.
“Sephora…It can’t be.”
Javen looked down at his attire again; back up to the curiosity in his knights’ faces.
Queen Sephora and her Ladies-In-Waiting walked to where Javen stood.
“Your Majesty.”
Queen Sephora bowed.
“Your Majesty? What the fuck,” Javen stated in confusion.
Queen Sephora peered closer. She turned toward the knights and her Ladies-in-Waiting.
“Leave us at once.”
“Yes Queen Sephora.”
The knights bowed, backed up, and then turned to walk away; followed by Queen Sephora’s three Ladies-in-Waiting.
“Are you all right My’Lord?”
“Yes. And why are you dressed like this...and where the fuck am I.”
“Your Majesty,” Queen Sephora stated in disbelief behind his blatant tongue.
“Sephora.”
“Queen Sephora, yes.”
“This is all too real for me. What the hell happen to me? I was in my Solarium, some of my grandmother’s friend came to visit. I remember someone blowing something in my face, and now I am here.”
“And here is 1701.”
“Palos advised me you were crazy, but this takes the case.”
“You mean Sir Pious Your Majesty, and this is how he describes my demeanor My’Lord.”
“Yes, and now I have to believe him.”
Queen Sephora grabbed onto Javen’s hand. She walked them over to an oval window.
“What do you see?”
Javen looked out the window. His eyes could not adjust the vision laid out ahead of him.
“I am in a castle.”
Queen Sephora turned to face him.
“Yes, you are King Javiah, and I am Queen Sephora.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I do not understand your demeanor at the moment; however, in the meantime. We will act as such until one of us could figure out how hard you really hit your head.”
Javen leaned over and kissed Sephora on the lips. He inched his face back
“I like my benefits already of being your king.”
“Wait, if you are here then where is King Javiah…I’m all ears.”
“Wait, the museum.”
“You speak of hearsay, Your Majesty, should I have the physician bloodletting you; you sound delirious.”
“No dammit, I do not belong here, and neither do you. I mean we belong together, but in a different lifetime.”
Queen Sephora stepped back.
“And I suppose Queen Sephora is with this other person who is the King of Scotland and England.”
“I do not know, oh, kiss me, a Cardinal is looking this way?”
Javen snaked his arms around Queen Sephora’s waist, pulled her closer, and tenderly kissed her. His tongue invaded the corridor of her mouth.
Queen Sephora moaned under the sweet assault. She linked her arms around Javen’s neck and pasted her body against his.
Javen inched his face back and rested his forehead against hers.
“I’ve tasted these lips before, God knows I have,” Javen whispered.
He kissed Queen Sephora’s nose, her eyes; he palmed the sides of her face and kissed her lips again.
Javen heard footsteps echoing. He gradually withdrew his presence. He caressed Queen Sephora’s cheek.
“You are as every beautiful a queen as the day I married you.”
Where did that line originate he thought?
“Is that all the king has to give to his queen, romantic words.”
Queen Sephora palmed Javen’s manhood.
“It appears earlier you were quite the animal in our bed.” “I see your queen have to take the king back down memory lane this evening.”
Queen Sephora looked down the corridor. She looked up into Javen’s eyes.
“My Ladies-In-Waiting has returned. Oh, we have a Joust event scheduled later this.”
“Joust.”
“Yes.”
“But I.”
”You will do fine as a king who has temporary lost his memory.” Sephora bowed. “Your Majesty.”
Queen Sephora winked a Javen, turned around, and walked down the corridor to join her Ladies-In-Waiting.
“Grandmother, why, and how could this shit be?”
“Your Majesty.”
Javen turned around at the voice.
“Palos?”
“Your Majesty,” Sir Pious stated and then bowed.
“Palos?”
“I’m not understanding this lad you speak of.”
“How did you get here?”
“I was summoned as to your unfortunate accident.”
Javen looked around.
“Everyone is waiting for you in the Throne Room.”
The language he heard in the distance, the attire, and the hooves of horses he heard in the distance advised him this era was not of the twentieth-first century. But how?
This shit is impossible he thought.
Javen pinched himself.
Sir Pious followed the small act.
“Should I summon the physician, Your Majesty?”
“I tripped on something. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure Your Majesty?”
“Yes, I would need you to be in attendance for all my needs and sit in on any council meetings as of today.”
“That is what I’ve done since you’ve made me Duke of Cromwell, Your Majesty.”
Sir Pious looked Javen in the eyes.
“And you sure you’re all right Your Majesty.”
“Yes.”
“Good. You are needed in the Throne Room.”
Sir Pious and Javen walked in the direction of the Throne Room.
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
Camelot Estates
The Present
Javen coughed. A glass of water was thrust up to his lips. He palmed the glass and took a deep gulp. His eyes continue to sting. He continued to blink into his vision came into focus.
Javen’s grandmother and her guests looked on.
Javen slammed the glass of water down on the glass table.
“Grandmother…what the hell happen…what did you do to me!”
“You had to see it for yourself. That woman…that witch, you call Sephora has walked the land in time, and now she is with my grandson.”
“Sephora. Queen Sephora.”
“So you have seen her?”
“I’ve seen some woman…she said she was Queen Sephora…and... No she was my Sephora,” Javen uttered in confusion.
Javen rubbed his hand back through his hair in annoyance.
“I need to lie down until my date tonight.”
“Javen, this Sephora woman, I advise you to stay away from her. She will bewitch you.”
“Grandmother, Sephora is a very nice woman, and I happen to really connect with her vibe.”
“Enough young man to change the face of history.”
“Enough gibberish. Grandmother, you may take your friends, and leave. I am going upstairs. All this…this nonsense is making me see how ill-willed you really are.”
Javen rose from the couch and walked out the Solarium.
LATER THAT EVENING
Sephora’s Townhouse
Sephora looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“What is wrong with me? I’m here, and then I am back in the seventeenth century.”
Her telephone rang.
Sephora crossed her bedroom. She lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to her ear.
“Hello.”
Palos took a deep breath. He cleared his throat.
“Uhh, good afternoon…there is this play.”
“May I ask whom I’m speaking too?”
Palos gently replaced the telephone receiver back in the cradle.
Sephora looked down.
The call was private.
She placed the telephone receiver back in the cradle and switched on her answering machine. She lifted her satin purse from off the bed and walked out her bedroom.
Her doorbell rang.
Sephora made it to the bottom landing of her stairwell. She walked over to the door and pressed the intercom button.
“Yes.”
“Girl, I hope you’re ready.”
“I was born ready.”
Sephora released the intercom button and opened the door.
“You look almost as good as me.”
“Whatever.”
Maxine crossed Sephora’s threshold.
“How is your head?”
“Much better, than earlier, thanks for asking. What play are you taking me too, Miss Money Spender?”
“The Lion King, it’s about time you and I hit the town and we go together.”
“And we leave together,” Sephora stated. “Wait, what if I meet a great looking guy.”
“He knows how to use a telephone. Speaking of, have that yummy Mr. King called you.”
“I am done with him.”
“In other words you gave the milk away for free.”
Sephora hesitated with a reply.
“Have I not taught you anything?”
“Girl, he was feeling me, and at the time I was sure feeling him.”
“You are getting more like me each day.”
“On that note, I’m ready.”
Sephora opened the door. Her friend walked through.
Sephora pulled the door closed and locked it.
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
Performing Arts Center
Opening Night Festival
“The next time, I agree to let you hook me up with a sista, don’t.”
“Man, she’s not that bad looking.”
“Yeah right, and her sister.”
“Hey watch that shit, that’s my date.”
Both ladies returned from the restroom.
“Would you ladies like a drink?”
“Yes,” both women answered in union.
Palos, Javen, Anna, and Daysilla walked over to the buffet table.
Sephora and her friend had their coat attended too.
“I’m thirsty.”
“I think I could be of service.”
Sephora and her friend turned around at the voice.
“Good evening ladies.”
His eyes stayed affixed on Sephora.
“Good evening,” both replied.
“Would you two join me for a drink?”
“We will be delighted.”
Ralph held his arms out.
Sephora and Maxine looped their arm through it.
Palos looked around the Grand Foyer. His eyes fell upon the woman who stole his breath way with a single glance.
“Shit! Did you know Sephora was here?”
“Where?”
Javen turned around in all directions. He spotted Sephora and her friend at the buffet table.
Sephora glanced around. Her eyes fell on Javen and Palos.
Both were with dates, and his ass was just between my thighs yesterday she thought.
“He’s not worth it,” Ralph leaned over and whispered at Sephora’s temple.
Sephora cleared her throat.
“Apparently not.”
“Sephora, I see an old friend of mine. Would you two excuse me?”
“Yes, and remember our rule.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Maxine strolled away.
“Would you like to dance?”
“I would love too.”
Ralph grabbed ahold of Sephora’s hand. He led her through a maze of guests. He linked his arms around her waist and pulled her within the comforts of his arms.
Mm... he smelled so good.
“You look stunning tonight.”
“Thank you, and you look very handsome this evening.”
“I hope I could collect on a thank you.”
‘One could only hope.”
“I’m hoping.”
Ralph held Sephora tighter
Sephora rested her head on Ralph’s chest wall.
Palos gripped his glass tighter.
Javen was pissed Sephora was consorting with his arch rival.
“Would you like to dance, Daysilla?”
“Yes I would.”
Javen grabbed Daysilla’s hand and rushed her to the center of the Grand Foyer.
“I would love to dance Palos.”
Palos resisted the urge.
“Sure thing.”
Anna followed Palos.
“After the play, do you have any other plans?”
“My friend and I will be dining at Johnny Carion’s.”
“Do you mind if I join you two. I will even pay for the meal.”
“I would never turn down a meal from a handsome man who looks dashing in a black tuxedo.”
Ralph kissed the side of Sephora’s temple.
“You are a smart, and very beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Ralph lifted his eyes and looked over Sephora’s head.
“Yes, a pile of shit in a cheap tuxedo, excuse my French Sephora.”
“No offense taken.” Sephora turned in Ralph’s arms. “Good evening, Palos.”
Her eyes skimmed over his date.
“Sephora, are you mentally stable at this moment?”
“Pardon me.”
“You, my brother could keep that lonny bin far away from me.”
“Like I said, a pile of ignorant shit in a cheap tux. Sephora, let’s leave this jealous bastard where he stands. And I do have something to show you much later on.”
Sephora looked at Palos.
“I would love to see anything you have to show me.”
Ralph and Sephora walked away.
Palos gritted down on his teeth.
“Someone you know,” Anna broke the silence.
Palos turned and walked away.
“I have to use the restroom, and then locate my friend could you please excuse me.”
“I will be waiting over there.”
“All right.”
Sephora escaped to the restroom. Once inside, she placed her purse on the vanity and opened it. She removed her brush and brushed her curls into submission; she removed a tube of her favorite colored lipstick, bronze, and applied a thin coating. She followed up with a touch of mascara. She placed everything back inside her purse and closed it.
Sephora stood back. She pinched her nipples, which now strained against the silk material of her sleeveless white silk Vera Wang gown. She lifted her purse, walked to the door, and opened it.
She bumped into Palos.
“Oh, now you’re following me?”
“In your dreams.”
“You are the one who continues to live in one.”
“I will not respond to that.”
Sephora walked away.
Palos placed both hands inside the front pockets of his tuxedo pants.
“How was your little reality escape? When I entered your residence, you where mumbling some strange shit.”
Sephora stopped and turned around.
“Not to worry; it cost me a trip to the emergency room, but I’m fine. Had you not left me alone bleeding you would had found out, excuse me.”
Sephora walked away.
Palos rushed after Sephora. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her body against his chest.
“Dammit, I do not want to fight with you. I want the chemistry we once shared when I first met you at the museum. I really want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me inside-and-out.” He kissed the back of her head. “I’m sorry, I left you, please believe me with all I stand on.”
Sephora was at a loss for words.
“Say something, please.” He hugged her tighter to his body. “God, you smell so good and feel good in my arms.” He kissed the back of her neck; the back of her head. “I never meant to leave you, it was ignorance and my male pride.”
Sephora turned around in Palos’ arms. She looked up in his eyes. She leaned up and kissed him.
Palos palmed Sephora’s back, and pulled her closer; he arrested her lips. His tongue fought with hers. His arms tightened around her waist.
“I need you so bad,” He whispered against her forehead. “I do not care if you appear crazy, insane, of wherever your head is at. I need you to help make us work.” He looked down into her eyes, and stroked her cheek. “Could you help me with that?”
“I see you work fast,” a voice stated from behind.
Palos stepped back. He placed Sephora behind him.
“I do.”
“Sephora, are you still open with joining me for this event.”
“Palos, there you are. I have been looking all over for you.”
Anna took ahold of Palos’ hand.
“Palos, I’m sure you would find someone to help you with that request. If you both gentlemen would excuse me, I’m sure my friend is trying to locate me.”
Sephora stepped from around Palos and returned to the Grand Foyer.
Palos followed her in pursuit. He immediately spotted Anna.
“I’m sorry, I have an emergency I have to attend. Please give me regards to Javen and your sister.”
“Pal...”
Palos rushed away from Anna before she completed her sentence.
“Would you like to join me Anna?”
“Yes.”
Ralph held his hand out.
Anna looped her arm around his.
SEPHORA’S TOWNHOUSE
“I really had a blast, and thank you for understanding about the play.”
“Not to worry, you will be paying for the next two.”
“Yes I would.”
Sephora opened the door, and stepped at of Maxine’s Acura 4X4. She pushed the door close
“Drive safe.”
“I was not the one throwing them back at the restaurant.”
“I needed to throw caution to the wind.”
“It looks like you may get the chance too.”
“Excuse me smarty pants.”
“Turn around.”
Sephora turned around.
Palos was standing at her front door, with both hands jammed inside his front pants pockets.
The button to his tuxedo jacket was unbuttoned, and the bow tie rested at an angle around his neck.
“I see why you are kicking me to the curve. Girl that man is fine.”
“I’ll call you later.”
“Sure you would.”
Her friend drove away.
Sephora walked to her residence.
“Where is your date,” Sephora asked sarcastically.
“She’s with her sister.”
“I guess the double-dating thing wasn’t for you, so you run to me. Or, could it be she fled because you told her you were celibate. Whatever your reason was, I never did like coming in second, goodnight Palos.”
Sephora walked past him to her door. She opened her purse and dug inside; she lifted the key to her house and closed her purse.
Palos snatched the key from out Sephora’s hand, inserted it inside the lock, and twisted the doorknob. He pushed the door open.
“I could have done that myself.
“I was being a gentleman.”
Sephora entered her residence.
Palos withdrew the key from out the lock and followed. He pushed the door close and twisted the lock.
Sephora turned on a lamp.
Palos placed Sephora’s keying on the table near her door. He traveled deeper inside her living room.
“Talk; you have my undivided attention.”
“Dammit, I do not want your attention, I want your heart; however, it appears you do not know which man you want between your legs.”
“How dare you.”
“Are you with Javen? Or that losing bastard, Ralph?”
Sephora crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
“Who I do in my bed, is none of your business.”
Palos walked in front of her.
“Dammit, I happen...I happen to feel you, and I will be damn while I’m professing how I feel about you; you are allowing my employer, or a two-bit hustler to climb between your thighs.”
“How could we make a relationship work? You are celibate, and I respect you for that, but it does not mean I have to accept it.”
Palos slicked his back through his hair.
“Why don’t you stick around? You or I do not know how our relationship will progress, all I’m asking is for you stay around to find out.”
Palos circled Sephora’s waist, and pulled her into his chest.
“You are a nutcase, bet yet, I am feeling you.”
Sephora pushed Palos’ chest back.
“Hey.”
“I like the nutty types.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I like the type of woman, who talks to herself, compares me to a brave knight in the seventeenth century, and looks good in a white gown, and sexy blue lingerie.”
“You are on a roll handsome.”
“Spend the night with me.”
“We get to sleep in the same bed.”
“I will sleep on the couch.”
“That’s no fun.”
He leaned downward and whispered something in her ear.
“You are very nasty with the mouth of yours.”
“I will make absolutely sure you find out tonight, just how wicked I could be with this mouth.
Someone rang the doorbell.
“Would you like me to get rid of our intrusion?”
“I think I could handle it, only if I could see you in your briefs.”
Palos cleared his throat.
“A comeback line when have sufficed.”
“I’ll think of one with my tongue later on.” He winked at her.
Sephora blushed.
The person was now knocking on her door.
“Excuse me, please.”
Palos lightly tapped her derrière.
“My favorite part.”
“I do have more, once we cross that line.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Sephora walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it.
“Hey beautiful.”
“Javen.”
Sephora looked back.
“I did not mean to show up at your doorstep, but we really need to talk.”
“It will not be tonight partner.”
Javen entered Sephora’s home.
“You may come in.”
She pushed the door close.
“Palos, could you excuse us.”
Palos placed his hands inside his tuxedo front pants pockets.
“We were in the middle of something.”
“It will only take five minutes.”
“Would you give us five minutes Palos, please?”
“You need anything from upstairs.”
“Yes, and do not forget my toothbrush.”
“You could use mine.”
Palos walked over to the stairwell and mounted the steps.
“How dare you show up at my doorstep? You were out with another woman af...”
Javen pulled Sephora into his arms and kissed her thoroughly.
Sephora placed a palm on each shoulder and surrendered to his kiss.
Why does his lips feel so familiar, gentle, stirring a faraway emotion in her?
Javen eased his mouth from off hers.
“Sephora, I’ve seen you at a castle.”
She pushed his chest back.
“What did you just say?”
“My grandmother...several woman who were with her. Someone blew something in my face. The next thing I know I was in the seventeenth century in a castle. You were the queen, you had Ladies-In-Waiting serving your attention, and I swear, I seen Palos, but my name was not Javen, and Palos was someone else. The things I’ve seen does not make any sense, and it goes against logic reasoning.”
“You expect Sephora and me to believe that shit.”
Palos joined the two. He placed Sephora’s overnight traveling bag on the couch. He walked over and stood by Sephora.
“What shit are you trying to feed her head for some pussy.”
“Which, I already have had.”
Shit.
Javen did not mean for that to slip out.
Palos turned toward Sephora
“What the fuck is he talking about!”
“It…it never happened.”
“Palos, how long have you’ve known me.”
“Sad to say, all my life.”
“Then you know, I do not lie on my nature, about my money.” He looked over at Sephora. “Or my woman.”
“True. However, Sephora is not your woman.”
“She will be, its fate, its destiny, and no matter what you say or do. She will always belong to me, no one, but me.”
“Your woman, I think not.”
“Please leave, Palos, you as well, Javen. I need the space to think some things through. ”
“This fuck shows up, and bam, you’re kicking me out. How about you change the course of your future and take a chance on me dammit!”“
“I’m sorry, please try to understand.”
“I’m done understanding your shit, that’s it, and Javen, I fucking quit!”
Palos stormed to the door, opened it, and pulled it close with a riveting bang.
“Do you have something to drink?”
“I said you both need to leave.”
“Yes, after I get a drink.”
Javen strolled over to the bar. He lifted a decanter of Scotch, unplugged it, and then lifted a glass from off the wine bar. He poured himself a drink, uprooted the decanter, and gulped the liquid down. He placed the glass down on the bar.
He walked over to where Sephora remained rooted. He pulled her into his arms and soaked her tongue inside his mouth.
“Umm,” Javen kissed Sephora on the shoulder blade.
“That is not going to hap...”‘
He stuck his tongue inside her ear canal.
Sephora’s body vibrated.
“No Jav...”
He turned her cheek and kissed her lips. He unsnapped the rhinestone clasped to her gown.
Sephora’s gown sagged under her breasts.
Javen bent his head down and kissed a breast nipple. He shrugged her gown down. He lifted his head and stepped back.
“And you think, I would risk losing you to a man, who can’t appreciate all this beauty. You are mine, and only mine.”
Javen took off his shoes and socks.
“I am not speaking to you. You made love to me, and the next day you’re out with another woman.”
Javen’s tuxedo jacket, bowtie, and then his shirt and pants came next
“Yes, to escape the mirage of a woman I need in my life, but continues to run after my now, ex-employee.”
“What…what do you think you’re doing?”
“You will find out in one minute.”
Sephora looked down. Her pussy thumped at Javen’s hard erection.
Javen walked over to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of wine from out her wine rack, and two wine glasses. He walked back over to Sephora and grabbed her hand. He walked over to the door, made sure the lock was twisted, and escorted her upstairs.
“I do not know what you had in mind, but for me, a shower, and then to bed.”
“Then that makes two of us.”
Both entered her bedroom.
Sephora stepped out her pair of Vera Wang silk pumps
Javen placed the bottle of wine and glasses down on the dresser.
Sephora walked into her bathroom, pulled the glass shower door aside, and then stepped into the shower. She closed it back, and then lifted the shower lever; she adjusted the water temperature and ducked her head under the nozzle.
She heard the shower door slide open, and then close.
Sephora turned around.
“I think I’m old enough to shower alone.”
“In case you need any help with places you cannot reach.
“Such as.”
“Such as this.”
Javen dropped to his knees. He palmed Sephora’s buttocks, and drew her pelvis into his face. He dipped his tongue and suckled the soft pinkish flesh.
“What…are you doing…? You have to…to stop.
Javen lifted Sephora’s leg and placed it over his shoulder. He palmed her buttock, drew her pelvis forward; his tongue waltzed inside her pussy.
Sephora’s body elongated at the erotic sensation. She braced her back against the wall, and palmed the cool tile. She moved her pelvis up and down.
“Javen...ooh shit.”
Javen squeezed one of Sephora’s buttocks.
She wanted to cry out in physical stupor.
Javen licked up Sephora’s body. He cupped under her buttocks and lifted her.
Sephora’s legs found comfort around Javen’s lower back.
Javen braced Sephora’s back against the wall. He palmed the sides of her face, and brought her face inches from his.
“I want you, no other woman, but you.”
Sephora leaned in and touched Javen’s lips with hers, gently, and then forcefully.
Javen gripped Sephora’s buttocks tighter. He kissed her neck, under her chin. He spaced his head, and leaned down to tease a breast nipple.
Goodness, this man’s mouth was an arsenal she thought.
Javen leaned down and palmed his manhood.
Sephora lifted her buttocks. She eased her wet pussy down on his dick.
“Oh yes,” Javen hissed.
He held Sephora’s arms up. He instantly attacked a breast. He suckled a nipple as the water cascaded over their bodies.
“Javen, what are you doing to me,” Sephora moaned.
She has never known the meaning of wanting to cry behind so much passion.
Javen kissed under Sephora’s chin, he suckled it, and then kissed her lips. He pounded Sephora’s pussy down on his towering dick. His manhood speared in and out of her.
Sephora’s vaginal orifice gloved the tight fit.
“Cum for me, Sephora.”
“Yo….you...”
Javen blanketed Sephora’s lips. He lifted her up and wiggled the lining on her pussy over his manhood; before knocking his manhood inside of her.
“Javen... you have to...to...take it…out.”
Sephora’s climax reached a pinnacle, stomped with pride, and then skidded down a mountain of taut flesh.
“Yes, this…this is what I need to…”
Javen held Sephora to his body. He humped and bumped his groin into her pelvis.
“Sh…shit.”
His ejaculated spurted, and then burst into a million reasons he needed this woman like he needed air.
Both moaned out at the height of ecstasy.
Sephora’s pussy pulsated, it hugged Javen’s semi-erection.
“You still my girl, right. I apologize about this evening. It was Palos’ call, and it was innocent on my behalf.”
“Umm hum.”
“Seriously, I am digging on this beautiful African American woman whose pussy feels like love on this big dick.”
“Very big.”
“You play a part in the size and satisfaction of this dick.”
“You are very nasty.”
Sephora landed a quick kiss to his lips.
Javen kissed Sephora on her eyes, her nose, and then her mouth.
Sephora hugged Javen tighter.
Javen kissed her on the forehead.
“I am the man who needs you, and I am the man who intends to keep you.”
“I think I need a little more convincing.”
Javen reached downward and pressed the lever down, turned off the shower knob, and slid the shower door back; he stepped out, and raced back to Sephora’s bedroom.
Copyright©SKC-2024
The Present
Sephora gulped in a breath of air. She coughed violently to regain the rhythm of her breathing.
Palos patted Sephora on the back.
“Are you alright?”
“I...” She looked up. “Sir Pious.”
Who the fuck is this person you continue to refer me as?”
Sephora looked around. She realized she was in her bedroom.
“Sir Pious, I had an unusual dream.”
Palos stood. He was done with this crazy woman’s mumbling bullshit.
“You are a fucking lunatic. Call me when my name comes to your memory.”
“Wait, where is King Javiah?”
“Lady, you are real fucked up in the head. Have a great life, with your two men. Number three is gone.”
Palos stormed out Sephora’s bedroom.
Minutes later.
Sephora heard her front door open and then close. Her head throbbed. She felt to back of her head. Her scalp felt damp.
Sephora removed her hand and looked down at the fresh blood covering her two fingers.
She tried to get up. She slumped back against the bedrail. She reached up for the telephone on the nightstand. She lifted the receiver, pressed the number to her friend’s residence, and then placed the receiver up to her ear.
AVERA HEART HOSPITAL
Maxine wheeled Sephora from out the Emergency Room. She positioned the wheelchair next to the vehicle, opened the door, and assisted Sephora out the wheelchair up into her Acura SUV.
NATIONAL MUSEUM OF AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY AND CULTURE
“You are a fucking lunatic. Call me when my name comes to your memory.”
“Wait, where is King Javiah?”
Palos threw his pencil across the room. He was peeved he went to visit a woman who he’s been thinking about; only to have her call him another man’s name. He lifted the book he confiscated from off Sephora’s table before fleeing her residence. He opened it to the first page.
“Humm... wait, this shit is history.”
“Sir Pious,” Palos peered closer.
He resembled the knight in every aspect of his facial features. Palos leaned back in his chair and read Sir Pious’ story.
“A brave knight. Why haven’t I ever heard of this particular knight?”
“Man, you talking to yourself again?”
“Man get a load of this shit.”
Javen entered Palos’ office.
Palos held the book up for Javen to view.
Javen peered downward at the book.
“Damn man, your bloodline dates back to the seventeenth century.”
“This person, is not my kin, however, it states he disappeared from Cromwell never to be heard of again.”
“Let me take a look at this.”
Palos handed Javen the book.
Javen flipped through several more pages.
“It states. Sir Pious, was a brave knight, and he fought alongside King Javiah through several battles. King Javiah, King Javiah, hold up, my grandmother stated this is my great, great, great, grandfather of old.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“No, and she swears I resembled this king, and get this, guess what the queen’s name was.”
“Mary.”
“No, Queen Sephora.”
“That now explains her obsession with this stupid shit. I went over there yesterday, and I found her passed out on her bedroom floor, mumbling some dumb shit about…Sir Pious…and shit, King Javiah.”
“You said yesterday.”
“Yes, why?”
“I was over there asking her about…the amount of her hospital bill.”
“Well you could have that dim-witted woman. The woman is...”
“Crazy and probably on some mood disorder heavy shit as they come.”
But has some good tight pussy, sweet lips, and a smile that could tame a rattlesnake, Javen thought.
“As a matter of speaking, I met this woman last night, and her sister was not bad looking on the eyes.”
“You don’t say, my brotha.”
“I do say, and I happen to have four tickets to the play’s opening night performance.”
“You, your date, and her sister could meet me in front of the Perforating Arts entrance.”
“You got it.”
Javen walked to the door.
“Wait, I will need that book.”
Javen turned and walked back over to Palos’ desk. He handed him the book.
“Later.”
Javen turned to the door, walked out Palos’ office, and pulled the door close.
CAMELOT ESTATES
Javen slammed the telephone receiver in the cradle.
“Where the fuck is she!”
He did not want to leave another voicemail.
“Fuck her, I do not need the mental aggravation.”
“Javen.”
“Yes, grandmother, I am in the Solarium.”
His grandmother entered the Solarium.
Several elderly ladies stood behind his grandmother.
“If I was to know I would be greeted by several beautiful ladies, I would have pulled out my tuxedo.”
No one within the circle of women cracked smile.
“Oookay. What could I do for you grandmother?”
One of the elderly women stepped forward.
“I need you to tell us all more about this…this Sephora woman.”
“Not to worry grandmother…she is history.”
“Yes, who have traveled through the hands of time? We must act quickly.”
“Grandmother, with all due respect, I do not know what you have advised these women in regards to Sephora, but the woman and I are no longer a couple.”
“Do you know the history of this woman?”
“No ma’am, other than she mentally lives in the past, and she has a fascination with a historical display at my museum. Who are you again?”
“I am the Senior Head Curator from the Historical Society Chapter Five, and your grandmother, has asked my associates and me to investigate someone of interest.”
“Let me guess, Sephora.”
“Queen Sephora.”
“Grandmother, I do not have time for this, I am running late for a date.”
“Son, five minutes of your time, please.”
Javen inhaled and exhaled.
“All right five minutes, and not a minute more.”
“Please have a seat young man.”
“I prefer to stand, ma’am.”
“What you will witness will broaden your sense of direction and may elevate your conscious.”
“I will take my chances.”
The woman looked over at Javen’s grandmother, and then returned her gaze back to Javen.
She walked up to him, lifted her palm, and then blew some white powder into his face.
Javen wipe at his stinging eyes.
“What the fuck!”
He could not make out anything.
The harmonic chanting voices around him became faint until he heard nothing but silence.
EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND
Cromwell Castle
1701
Javen coughed as he tried to regulate his breathing. He looked around.
“Where the fuck am I at? Grandmother, this shit is not funny,” he yelled out. He glanced around in all directions.
The surface of the earth felt cool to his bottom.
Javen heard approaching voices.
“Your Majesty.”
Several knights with their sword drawn approached him.
Javen stood in haste.
“Your Majesty.”
“Your What? What the hell is going on here!”
Javen looked down at his attire.
Where was the suit he had on? His expensive attire was replaced with a black royal court doublet, a pair of black knee length brocade pants, black hose, and a pair of knee high cowhide leather boots he would never place on his feet.
And why was a leather sword belt around his waist; with a royal lion head sword within.
“Your Majesty were you attacked? Are you hurt?”
Several knights surrounded him.
“I’m fine. Where am I? Or better yet, who the hell are you men.”
Each knight looked at each other, and then back at Javen.
“Come Your Majesty, we will have the physician check you out.”
Javen was led away by several knights. He heard voices behind him. Javen stopped and turned around.
A beautiful woman who was garbed in a lavish white gown of pure silk, stood idly.
Javen’s eyes roamed over the woman from head-to-toe. Her physique fitted the gown to perfection. He noticed her smile was genuine while she addressed several women within her presence. He cranked his head after noticing the jeweled crown on top of her head.
Several diamonds embedded an upswept French coiffure.
The woman was beautiful. Her derrière, breasts, and hips was a body worth coveting.
Queen Sephora felt someone eyes on her. She turned around.
“Sephora…It can’t be.”
Javen looked down at his attire again; back up to the curiosity in his knights’ faces.
Queen Sephora and her Ladies-In-Waiting walked to where Javen stood.
“Your Majesty.”
Queen Sephora bowed.
“Your Majesty? What the fuck,” Javen stated in confusion.
Queen Sephora peered closer. She turned toward the knights and her Ladies-in-Waiting.
“Leave us at once.”
“Yes Queen Sephora.”
The knights bowed, backed up, and then turned to walk away; followed by Queen Sephora’s three Ladies-in-Waiting.
“Are you all right My’Lord?”
“Yes. And why are you dressed like this...and where the fuck am I.”
“Your Majesty,” Queen Sephora stated in disbelief behind his blatant tongue.
“Sephora.”
“Queen Sephora, yes.”
“This is all too real for me. What the hell happen to me? I was in my Solarium, some of my grandmother’s friend came to visit. I remember someone blowing something in my face, and now I am here.”
“And here is 1701.”
“Palos advised me you were crazy, but this takes the case.”
“You mean Sir Pious Your Majesty, and this is how he describes my demeanor My’Lord.”
“Yes, and now I have to believe him.”
Queen Sephora grabbed onto Javen’s hand. She walked them over to an oval window.
“What do you see?”
Javen looked out the window. His eyes could not adjust the vision laid out ahead of him.
“I am in a castle.”
Queen Sephora turned to face him.
“Yes, you are King Javiah, and I am Queen Sephora.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I do not understand your demeanor at the moment; however, in the meantime. We will act as such until one of us could figure out how hard you really hit your head.”
Javen leaned over and kissed Sephora on the lips. He inched his face back
“I like my benefits already of being your king.”
“Wait, if you are here then where is King Javiah…I’m all ears.”
“Wait, the museum.”
“You speak of hearsay, Your Majesty, should I have the physician bloodletting you; you sound delirious.”
“No dammit, I do not belong here, and neither do you. I mean we belong together, but in a different lifetime.”
Queen Sephora stepped back.
“And I suppose Queen Sephora is with this other person who is the King of Scotland and England.”
“I do not know, oh, kiss me, a Cardinal is looking this way?”
Javen snaked his arms around Queen Sephora’s waist, pulled her closer, and tenderly kissed her. His tongue invaded the corridor of her mouth.
Queen Sephora moaned under the sweet assault. She linked her arms around Javen’s neck and pasted her body against his.
Javen inched his face back and rested his forehead against hers.
“I’ve tasted these lips before, God knows I have,” Javen whispered.
He kissed Queen Sephora’s nose, her eyes; he palmed the sides of her face and kissed her lips again.
Javen heard footsteps echoing. He gradually withdrew his presence. He caressed Queen Sephora’s cheek.
“You are as every beautiful a queen as the day I married you.”
Where did that line originate he thought?
“Is that all the king has to give to his queen, romantic words.”
Queen Sephora palmed Javen’s manhood.
“It appears earlier you were quite the animal in our bed.” “I see your queen have to take the king back down memory lane this evening.”
Queen Sephora looked down the corridor. She looked up into Javen’s eyes.
“My Ladies-In-Waiting has returned. Oh, we have a Joust event scheduled later this.”
“Joust.”
“Yes.”
“But I.”
”You will do fine as a king who has temporary lost his memory.” Sephora bowed. “Your Majesty.”
Queen Sephora winked a Javen, turned around, and walked down the corridor to join her Ladies-In-Waiting.
“Grandmother, why, and how could this shit be?”
“Your Majesty.”
Javen turned around at the voice.
“Palos?”
“Your Majesty,” Sir Pious stated and then bowed.
“Palos?”
“I’m not understanding this lad you speak of.”
“How did you get here?”
“I was summoned as to your unfortunate accident.”
Javen looked around.
“Everyone is waiting for you in the Throne Room.”
The language he heard in the distance, the attire, and the hooves of horses he heard in the distance advised him this era was not of the twentieth-first century. But how?
This shit is impossible he thought.
Javen pinched himself.
Sir Pious followed the small act.
“Should I summon the physician, Your Majesty?”
“I tripped on something. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure Your Majesty?”
“Yes, I would need you to be in attendance for all my needs and sit in on any council meetings as of today.”
“That is what I’ve done since you’ve made me Duke of Cromwell, Your Majesty.”
Sir Pious looked Javen in the eyes.
“And you sure you’re all right Your Majesty.”
“Yes.”
“Good. You are needed in the Throne Room.”
Sir Pious and Javen walked in the direction of the Throne Room.
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
Camelot Estates
The Present
Javen coughed. A glass of water was thrust up to his lips. He palmed the glass and took a deep gulp. His eyes continue to sting. He continued to blink into his vision came into focus.
Javen’s grandmother and her guests looked on.
Javen slammed the glass of water down on the glass table.
“Grandmother…what the hell happen…what did you do to me!”
“You had to see it for yourself. That woman…that witch, you call Sephora has walked the land in time, and now she is with my grandson.”
“Sephora. Queen Sephora.”
“So you have seen her?”
“I’ve seen some woman…she said she was Queen Sephora…and... No she was my Sephora,” Javen uttered in confusion.
Javen rubbed his hand back through his hair in annoyance.
“I need to lie down until my date tonight.”
“Javen, this Sephora woman, I advise you to stay away from her. She will bewitch you.”
“Grandmother, Sephora is a very nice woman, and I happen to really connect with her vibe.”
“Enough young man to change the face of history.”
“Enough gibberish. Grandmother, you may take your friends, and leave. I am going upstairs. All this…this nonsense is making me see how ill-willed you really are.”
Javen rose from the couch and walked out the Solarium.
LATER THAT EVENING
Sephora’s Townhouse
Sephora looked at her reflection in the mirror.
“What is wrong with me? I’m here, and then I am back in the seventeenth century.”
Her telephone rang.
Sephora crossed her bedroom. She lifted the telephone receiver from out the cradle and placed it up to her ear.
“Hello.”
Palos took a deep breath. He cleared his throat.
“Uhh, good afternoon…there is this play.”
“May I ask whom I’m speaking too?”
Palos gently replaced the telephone receiver back in the cradle.
Sephora looked down.
The call was private.
She placed the telephone receiver back in the cradle and switched on her answering machine. She lifted her satin purse from off the bed and walked out her bedroom.
Her doorbell rang.
Sephora made it to the bottom landing of her stairwell. She walked over to the door and pressed the intercom button.
“Yes.”
“Girl, I hope you’re ready.”
“I was born ready.”
Sephora released the intercom button and opened the door.
“You look almost as good as me.”
“Whatever.”
Maxine crossed Sephora’s threshold.
“How is your head?”
“Much better, than earlier, thanks for asking. What play are you taking me too, Miss Money Spender?”
“The Lion King, it’s about time you and I hit the town and we go together.”
“And we leave together,” Sephora stated. “Wait, what if I meet a great looking guy.”
“He knows how to use a telephone. Speaking of, have that yummy Mr. King called you.”
“I am done with him.”
“In other words you gave the milk away for free.”
Sephora hesitated with a reply.
“Have I not taught you anything?”
“Girl, he was feeling me, and at the time I was sure feeling him.”
“You are getting more like me each day.”
“On that note, I’m ready.”
Sephora opened the door. Her friend walked through.
Sephora pulled the door closed and locked it.
SIOUX FALLS, SOUTH DAKOTA
Performing Arts Center
Opening Night Festival
“The next time, I agree to let you hook me up with a sista, don’t.”
“Man, she’s not that bad looking.”
“Yeah right, and her sister.”
“Hey watch that shit, that’s my date.”
Both ladies returned from the restroom.
“Would you ladies like a drink?”
“Yes,” both women answered in union.
Palos, Javen, Anna, and Daysilla walked over to the buffet table.
Sephora and her friend had their coat attended too.
“I’m thirsty.”
“I think I could be of service.”
Sephora and her friend turned around at the voice.
“Good evening ladies.”
His eyes stayed affixed on Sephora.
“Good evening,” both replied.
“Would you two join me for a drink?”
“We will be delighted.”
Ralph held his arms out.
Sephora and Maxine looped their arm through it.
Palos looked around the Grand Foyer. His eyes fell upon the woman who stole his breath way with a single glance.
“Shit! Did you know Sephora was here?”
“Where?”
Javen turned around in all directions. He spotted Sephora and her friend at the buffet table.
Sephora glanced around. Her eyes fell on Javen and Palos.
Both were with dates, and his ass was just between my thighs yesterday she thought.
“He’s not worth it,” Ralph leaned over and whispered at Sephora’s temple.
Sephora cleared her throat.
“Apparently not.”
“Sephora, I see an old friend of mine. Would you two excuse me?”
“Yes, and remember our rule.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Maxine strolled away.
“Would you like to dance?”
“I would love too.”
Ralph grabbed ahold of Sephora’s hand. He led her through a maze of guests. He linked his arms around her waist and pulled her within the comforts of his arms.
Mm... he smelled so good.
“You look stunning tonight.”
“Thank you, and you look very handsome this evening.”
“I hope I could collect on a thank you.”
‘One could only hope.”
“I’m hoping.”
Ralph held Sephora tighter
Sephora rested her head on Ralph’s chest wall.
Palos gripped his glass tighter.
Javen was pissed Sephora was consorting with his arch rival.
“Would you like to dance, Daysilla?”
“Yes I would.”
Javen grabbed Daysilla’s hand and rushed her to the center of the Grand Foyer.
“I would love to dance Palos.”
Palos resisted the urge.
“Sure thing.”
Anna followed Palos.
“After the play, do you have any other plans?”
“My friend and I will be dining at Johnny Carion’s.”
“Do you mind if I join you two. I will even pay for the meal.”
“I would never turn down a meal from a handsome man who looks dashing in a black tuxedo.”
Ralph kissed the side of Sephora’s temple.
“You are a smart, and very beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
Ralph lifted his eyes and looked over Sephora’s head.
“Yes, a pile of shit in a cheap tuxedo, excuse my French Sephora.”
“No offense taken.” Sephora turned in Ralph’s arms. “Good evening, Palos.”
Her eyes skimmed over his date.
“Sephora, are you mentally stable at this moment?”
“Pardon me.”
“You, my brother could keep that lonny bin far away from me.”
“Like I said, a pile of ignorant shit in a cheap tux. Sephora, let’s leave this jealous bastard where he stands. And I do have something to show you much later on.”
Sephora looked at Palos.
“I would love to see anything you have to show me.”
Ralph and Sephora walked away.
Palos gritted down on his teeth.
“Someone you know,” Anna broke the silence.
Palos turned and walked away.
“I have to use the restroom, and then locate my friend could you please excuse me.”
“I will be waiting over there.”
“All right.”
Sephora escaped to the restroom. Once inside, she placed her purse on the vanity and opened it. She removed her brush and brushed her curls into submission; she removed a tube of her favorite colored lipstick, bronze, and applied a thin coating. She followed up with a touch of mascara. She placed everything back inside her purse and closed it.
Sephora stood back. She pinched her nipples, which now strained against the silk material of her sleeveless white silk Vera Wang gown. She lifted her purse, walked to the door, and opened it.
She bumped into Palos.
“Oh, now you’re following me?”
“In your dreams.”
“You are the one who continues to live in one.”
“I will not respond to that.”
Sephora walked away.
Palos placed both hands inside the front pockets of his tuxedo pants.
“How was your little reality escape? When I entered your residence, you where mumbling some strange shit.”
Sephora stopped and turned around.
“Not to worry; it cost me a trip to the emergency room, but I’m fine. Had you not left me alone bleeding you would had found out, excuse me.”
Sephora walked away.
Palos rushed after Sephora. He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her body against his chest.
“Dammit, I do not want to fight with you. I want the chemistry we once shared when I first met you at the museum. I really want to get to know you. I want you to get to know me inside-and-out.” He kissed the back of her head. “I’m sorry, I left you, please believe me with all I stand on.”
Sephora was at a loss for words.
“Say something, please.” He hugged her tighter to his body. “God, you smell so good and feel good in my arms.” He kissed the back of her neck; the back of her head. “I never meant to leave you, it was ignorance and my male pride.”
Sephora turned around in Palos’ arms. She looked up in his eyes. She leaned up and kissed him.
Palos palmed Sephora’s back, and pulled her closer; he arrested her lips. His tongue fought with hers. His arms tightened around her waist.
“I need you so bad,” He whispered against her forehead. “I do not care if you appear crazy, insane, of wherever your head is at. I need you to help make us work.” He looked down into her eyes, and stroked her cheek. “Could you help me with that?”
“I see you work fast,” a voice stated from behind.
Palos stepped back. He placed Sephora behind him.
“I do.”
“Sephora, are you still open with joining me for this event.”
“Palos, there you are. I have been looking all over for you.”
Anna took ahold of Palos’ hand.
“Palos, I’m sure you would find someone to help you with that request. If you both gentlemen would excuse me, I’m sure my friend is trying to locate me.”
Sephora stepped from around Palos and returned to the Grand Foyer.
Palos followed her in pursuit. He immediately spotted Anna.
“I’m sorry, I have an emergency I have to attend. Please give me regards to Javen and your sister.”
“Pal...”
Palos rushed away from Anna before she completed her sentence.
“Would you like to join me Anna?”
“Yes.”
Ralph held his hand out.
Anna looped her arm around his.
SEPHORA’S TOWNHOUSE
“I really had a blast, and thank you for understanding about the play.”
“Not to worry, you will be paying for the next two.”
“Yes I would.”
Sephora opened the door, and stepped at of Maxine’s Acura 4X4. She pushed the door close
“Drive safe.”
“I was not the one throwing them back at the restaurant.”
“I needed to throw caution to the wind.”
“It looks like you may get the chance too.”
“Excuse me smarty pants.”
“Turn around.”
Sephora turned around.
Palos was standing at her front door, with both hands jammed inside his front pants pockets.
The button to his tuxedo jacket was unbuttoned, and the bow tie rested at an angle around his neck.
“I see why you are kicking me to the curve. Girl that man is fine.”
“I’ll call you later.”
“Sure you would.”
Her friend drove away.
Sephora walked to her residence.
“Where is your date,” Sephora asked sarcastically.
“She’s with her sister.”
“I guess the double-dating thing wasn’t for you, so you run to me. Or, could it be she fled because you told her you were celibate. Whatever your reason was, I never did like coming in second, goodnight Palos.”
Sephora walked past him to her door. She opened her purse and dug inside; she lifted the key to her house and closed her purse.
Palos snatched the key from out Sephora’s hand, inserted it inside the lock, and twisted the doorknob. He pushed the door open.
“I could have done that myself.
“I was being a gentleman.”
Sephora entered her residence.
Palos withdrew the key from out the lock and followed. He pushed the door close and twisted the lock.
Sephora turned on a lamp.
Palos placed Sephora’s keying on the table near her door. He traveled deeper inside her living room.
“Talk; you have my undivided attention.”
“Dammit, I do not want your attention, I want your heart; however, it appears you do not know which man you want between your legs.”
“How dare you.”
“Are you with Javen? Or that losing bastard, Ralph?”
Sephora crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.
“Who I do in my bed, is none of your business.”
Palos walked in front of her.
“Dammit, I happen...I happen to feel you, and I will be damn while I’m professing how I feel about you; you are allowing my employer, or a two-bit hustler to climb between your thighs.”
“How could we make a relationship work? You are celibate, and I respect you for that, but it does not mean I have to accept it.”
Palos slicked his back through his hair.
“Why don’t you stick around? You or I do not know how our relationship will progress, all I’m asking is for you stay around to find out.”
Palos circled Sephora’s waist, and pulled her into his chest.
“You are a nutcase, bet yet, I am feeling you.”
Sephora pushed Palos’ chest back.
“Hey.”
“I like the nutty types.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I like the type of woman, who talks to herself, compares me to a brave knight in the seventeenth century, and looks good in a white gown, and sexy blue lingerie.”
“You are on a roll handsome.”
“Spend the night with me.”
“We get to sleep in the same bed.”
“I will sleep on the couch.”
“That’s no fun.”
He leaned downward and whispered something in her ear.
“You are very nasty with the mouth of yours.”
“I will make absolutely sure you find out tonight, just how wicked I could be with this mouth.
Someone rang the doorbell.
“Would you like me to get rid of our intrusion?”
“I think I could handle it, only if I could see you in your briefs.”
Palos cleared his throat.
“A comeback line when have sufficed.”
“I’ll think of one with my tongue later on.” He winked at her.
Sephora blushed.
The person was now knocking on her door.
“Excuse me, please.”
Palos lightly tapped her derrière.
“My favorite part.”
“I do have more, once we cross that line.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Sephora walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it.
“Hey beautiful.”
“Javen.”
Sephora looked back.
“I did not mean to show up at your doorstep, but we really need to talk.”
“It will not be tonight partner.”
Javen entered Sephora’s home.
“You may come in.”
She pushed the door close.
“Palos, could you excuse us.”
Palos placed his hands inside his tuxedo front pants pockets.
“We were in the middle of something.”
“It will only take five minutes.”
“Would you give us five minutes Palos, please?”
“You need anything from upstairs.”
“Yes, and do not forget my toothbrush.”
“You could use mine.”
Palos walked over to the stairwell and mounted the steps.
“How dare you show up at my doorstep? You were out with another woman af...”
Javen pulled Sephora into his arms and kissed her thoroughly.
Sephora placed a palm on each shoulder and surrendered to his kiss.
Why does his lips feel so familiar, gentle, stirring a faraway emotion in her?
Javen eased his mouth from off hers.
“Sephora, I’ve seen you at a castle.”
She pushed his chest back.
“What did you just say?”
“My grandmother...several woman who were with her. Someone blew something in my face. The next thing I know I was in the seventeenth century in a castle. You were the queen, you had Ladies-In-Waiting serving your attention, and I swear, I seen Palos, but my name was not Javen, and Palos was someone else. The things I’ve seen does not make any sense, and it goes against logic reasoning.”
“You expect Sephora and me to believe that shit.”
Palos joined the two. He placed Sephora’s overnight traveling bag on the couch. He walked over and stood by Sephora.
“What shit are you trying to feed her head for some pussy.”
“Which, I already have had.”
Shit.
Javen did not mean for that to slip out.
Palos turned toward Sephora
“What the fuck is he talking about!”
“It…it never happened.”
“Palos, how long have you’ve known me.”
“Sad to say, all my life.”
“Then you know, I do not lie on my nature, about my money.” He looked over at Sephora. “Or my woman.”
“True. However, Sephora is not your woman.”
“She will be, its fate, its destiny, and no matter what you say or do. She will always belong to me, no one, but me.”
“Your woman, I think not.”
“Please leave, Palos, you as well, Javen. I need the space to think some things through. ”
“This fuck shows up, and bam, you’re kicking me out. How about you change the course of your future and take a chance on me dammit!”“
“I’m sorry, please try to understand.”
“I’m done understanding your shit, that’s it, and Javen, I fucking quit!”
Palos stormed to the door, opened it, and pulled it close with a riveting bang.
“Do you have something to drink?”
“I said you both need to leave.”
“Yes, after I get a drink.”
Javen strolled over to the bar. He lifted a decanter of Scotch, unplugged it, and then lifted a glass from off the wine bar. He poured himself a drink, uprooted the decanter, and gulped the liquid down. He placed the glass down on the bar.
He walked over to where Sephora remained rooted. He pulled her into his arms and soaked her tongue inside his mouth.
“Umm,” Javen kissed Sephora on the shoulder blade.
“That is not going to hap...”‘
He stuck his tongue inside her ear canal.
Sephora’s body vibrated.
“No Jav...”
He turned her cheek and kissed her lips. He unsnapped the rhinestone clasped to her gown.
Sephora’s gown sagged under her breasts.
Javen bent his head down and kissed a breast nipple. He shrugged her gown down. He lifted his head and stepped back.
“And you think, I would risk losing you to a man, who can’t appreciate all this beauty. You are mine, and only mine.”
Javen took off his shoes and socks.
“I am not speaking to you. You made love to me, and the next day you’re out with another woman.”
Javen’s tuxedo jacket, bowtie, and then his shirt and pants came next
“Yes, to escape the mirage of a woman I need in my life, but continues to run after my now, ex-employee.”
“What…what do you think you’re doing?”
“You will find out in one minute.”
Sephora looked down. Her pussy thumped at Javen’s hard erection.
Javen walked over to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of wine from out her wine rack, and two wine glasses. He walked back over to Sephora and grabbed her hand. He walked over to the door, made sure the lock was twisted, and escorted her upstairs.
“I do not know what you had in mind, but for me, a shower, and then to bed.”
“Then that makes two of us.”
Both entered her bedroom.
Sephora stepped out her pair of Vera Wang silk pumps
Javen placed the bottle of wine and glasses down on the dresser.
Sephora walked into her bathroom, pulled the glass shower door aside, and then stepped into the shower. She closed it back, and then lifted the shower lever; she adjusted the water temperature and ducked her head under the nozzle.
She heard the shower door slide open, and then close.
Sephora turned around.
“I think I’m old enough to shower alone.”
“In case you need any help with places you cannot reach.
“Such as.”
“Such as this.”
Javen dropped to his knees. He palmed Sephora’s buttocks, and drew her pelvis into his face. He dipped his tongue and suckled the soft pinkish flesh.
“What…are you doing…? You have to…to stop.
Javen lifted Sephora’s leg and placed it over his shoulder. He palmed her buttock, drew her pelvis forward; his tongue waltzed inside her pussy.
Sephora’s body elongated at the erotic sensation. She braced her back against the wall, and palmed the cool tile. She moved her pelvis up and down.
“Javen...ooh shit.”
Javen squeezed one of Sephora’s buttocks.
She wanted to cry out in physical stupor.
Javen licked up Sephora’s body. He cupped under her buttocks and lifted her.
Sephora’s legs found comfort around Javen’s lower back.
Javen braced Sephora’s back against the wall. He palmed the sides of her face, and brought her face inches from his.
“I want you, no other woman, but you.”
Sephora leaned in and touched Javen’s lips with hers, gently, and then forcefully.
Javen gripped Sephora’s buttocks tighter. He kissed her neck, under her chin. He spaced his head, and leaned down to tease a breast nipple.
Goodness, this man’s mouth was an arsenal she thought.
Javen leaned down and palmed his manhood.
Sephora lifted her buttocks. She eased her wet pussy down on his dick.
“Oh yes,” Javen hissed.
He held Sephora’s arms up. He instantly attacked a breast. He suckled a nipple as the water cascaded over their bodies.
“Javen, what are you doing to me,” Sephora moaned.
She has never known the meaning of wanting to cry behind so much passion.
Javen kissed under Sephora’s chin, he suckled it, and then kissed her lips. He pounded Sephora’s pussy down on his towering dick. His manhood speared in and out of her.
Sephora’s vaginal orifice gloved the tight fit.
“Cum for me, Sephora.”
“Yo….you...”
Javen blanketed Sephora’s lips. He lifted her up and wiggled the lining on her pussy over his manhood; before knocking his manhood inside of her.
“Javen... you have to...to...take it…out.”
Sephora’s climax reached a pinnacle, stomped with pride, and then skidded down a mountain of taut flesh.
“Yes, this…this is what I need to…”
Javen held Sephora to his body. He humped and bumped his groin into her pelvis.
“Sh…shit.”
His ejaculated spurted, and then burst into a million reasons he needed this woman like he needed air.
Both moaned out at the height of ecstasy.
Sephora’s pussy pulsated, it hugged Javen’s semi-erection.
“You still my girl, right. I apologize about this evening. It was Palos’ call, and it was innocent on my behalf.”
“Umm hum.”
“Seriously, I am digging on this beautiful African American woman whose pussy feels like love on this big dick.”
“Very big.”
“You play a part in the size and satisfaction of this dick.”
“You are very nasty.”
Sephora landed a quick kiss to his lips.
Javen kissed Sephora on her eyes, her nose, and then her mouth.
Sephora hugged Javen tighter.
Javen kissed her on the forehead.
“I am the man who needs you, and I am the man who intends to keep you.”
“I think I need a little more convincing.”
Javen reached downward and pressed the lever down, turned off the shower knob, and slid the shower door back; he stepped out, and raced back to Sephora’s bedroom.
Copyright©SKC-2024
Published 12th Jun 2024
| Edited 13th Jun 2024
Author's Note
This is a chapter from one of my many published novels. I will be adding a chapter as time allows. This is two chapters in one.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
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12th Jun 2024 8:45pm
12th Jun 2024 9:05pm
WOW my friend, what a trip back in time then back to now what an awesome spill
