The gallery was on Fifth Avenue so there were a few shops a few blocks down from it. Steven had gotten lucky that Derek was able to go into one that was still open and had his size clothing. Steven was about six foot two and he was three times Derek’s width. He wasn’t the size most men shops carried in general inventory. He was able to get a pair of cheap dress shoes in Steven’s size. But the store didn’t have underwear in his size.Derek had to stop three cab drivers before he got one that was willing to take him where he wanted to go. According to the first two drivers, where he wanted to go was in a really rough area of the Bronx and wasn’t worth the cab fare going there.Derek had offered the second driver double his far. “Forget it, buddy. And if I were you, I wouldn’t go to that part of the Bronx unless it was life or death.” The cab driver had taken off. If Lionel, a black cab driver, hadn’t come along Derek would still be trying to get a cab to take him
They were in Lionel’s cab getting the hell out of the Bronx. Steven wore a pair of black slacks, an evergreen dress shirt, and black dress shoes that were made out of fake leather. Steven asked Lionel if he heard of a hooker named Liza.Lionel hadn’t but knowing the name on the side of the bag Derek had been carrying was a clothing store, knowing that the motel charged by the hour, and Steven asking about a particular hooker, he knew what had happened. “Some ho got you good, huh?”“Yeah. Real good,” Steven said with a deep frown.“Don’t feel too bad, man. It’s been many a time I’ve driven naked men home from this neighborhood – the roach motel included. Did she put something in your drink?”“No. Something was in that joint she offered me other than weed.”“Aaah,” Lionel said with understanding.“What I don’t get is why she didn’t pass out, too? She took two hits off of it.”“Are you sure she inhaled, bruh?” Lionel asked.“Ye - well, I can’t be a hundred percent certain.”“Uh huh. Som
Per Derek’s word, they had spent the day together at Hilltop House. Not only did they talk, they ended up making love on top of the dining room table. Derek had sat her on the edge of it and they went to town. Afterwards, they lazily went into the kitchen. Derek cooked dinner. Shrimp alfredo, chef’s salad, and homemade garlic bread. During the preparation, he had Chelsea help him. She did all right, listening to his careful instructions. That’s when she entertained the idea of taking a cooking class. Then again, there was something so hot and sexy about a man who knew how to cook. Derek was whispering sweet nothings in her ear on the sofa when his phone jingled. “Hold on, love. It might be Murray at the club.” He picked up his phone and looked at it. Chelsea waited patiently. Derek sighed with a little smile. “What is it?” “It’s Q. He’s trying to goad me into driving out to the Floyd Bennett Field toni
Cameron Townsend cordially invites you to the engagement party of Mr. Harold Townsend and Ms. Angela King at The Richmond County Country Club on October 14th at seven p.m. Six weeks later . . . The past eight weeks with Derek had been the happiest of Chelsea’s life. Ever since the D.C. trip, Derek had been attentive, considerate, romantic, and acting like . . . a husband in love. Chelsea hoped he had fallen for her. It seemed like he had. Surely, he wasn’t faking it for the hell of it. What motive would he have for faking affec
Chelsea had thrown up twice a day for two days. One day, she had felt so dizzy she thought she was going to faint. Derek had asked if she was all right. She had lied and said that she believed she had a stomach bug. He had suggested she stay in bed for the day and he left for Dawson Inc.Chelsea had no choice but to accept the possibility that she could be pregnant. In a way, she hoped not because she didn’t know how Derek would react. They had never discussed having children. But the other part of her hoped she was pregnant. A small little life that was a part of both of them. Something of Derek’s she could love for a lifetime.Since she knew nothing about buying pregnancy tests or being pregnant at all, she called the one Van Dyke sister who did. Constance. Her eldest sister had been more than happy to pick up a pregnancy test and bring it by Hilltop House. Chelsea was grateful because she didn’t feel like leaving the house. She was feeling pretty nauseas.It was almost noon when C
Friday . . . Derek opened the penthouse door to Whitney Bartholomew. There wasn’t a gray or white hair in her brown hair that flowed straight down her back. She wore a skin tight, black body suit that showed every curve she had. She had a long leopard print shawl that hung on the crooks of her arms. “Derek, darling,” she said with a smile. She kissed him on both cheeks. Derek kissed her on one cheek. “How are you, gorgeous?” “Wonderful,” she said as he let her in the penthouse. She looked around as he closed the door and locked it. “This place looks like a bachelor pad. Your new bride hasn’t had a chance to redecorate, yet?” Derek was taken aback. “You heard I got married all the way in London?” “I still read New York blogs and the Times online, darling boy.”“Ah. My wife hasn’t been here since we got engaged. And she has her own house. I bought it for her as a wedding gift.”Ever since Derek and Chels
Derek stood naked and tall in front of the balcony window as the sun was setting. It was nothing like feeling the sun while you’re naked. Whitney was naked and on her knees sucking him deep and hard. The woman had a mouth like a Hoover. That’s why he had always dropped what he was doing to fuck her. She was a damn good lay but her blow jobs were top notch. He had never been with a woman that could suck him so good. Derek leaned his head back as he placed his hand on top of Whitney’s head. “Aaah. That’s it. Keep it up. Ooooh. Yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Hooo hoo! Sweet Jesus!” He grabbed Whitney strands and sang like a soprano. “Ooooo!” The sound of the door knob hitting the wall hard got his attention. He opened his eyes to see three blondes. Who the – “Shit!” Derek shrieked like a girl when he realized who it was. He jumped back, pulling his dick out of Whitney’s mouth. Semen shot out of his dick onto the carpet as
As dangerous as it was, Chelsea had left Constance’s car key on the windshield of the Bentley. She was too humiliated to face her sisters right now. She had run down the street and jumped on the first city bus that was pulled over to the side. The bus went through a neighborhood an old dear friend lived in. So, she hopped off. When she went to the apartment complex to visit said friend, she was told he didn’t live there anymore. Luckily, his former roommate had given her the new address. Chelsea wasn’t sure how long she had been waiting out in the cold breeze of October outside of the townhouse. All she knew was she was cold and it was dark when he had finally showed up. George Nelson walked up the steps of the townhouse carrying a brown backpack over his shoulder. “Chelsea?” “Georgie,” she croaked. “What are you doing here, honey?” he asked with concern as he took the last step. Chelsea opened her mou