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
The next day . . .Chelsea sat at the four person table as George cooked breakfast. Since she didn’t have any clothes, she was wearing a shirt of his and a pair of his socks.The smell of cooked sausage filled the air. Orange juice and the place settings were already on the table.Last night, she had tossed and turned until George came to look in on her. They talked about old times at Columbia. Before Chelsea knew it, she was opening her eyes to the morning light. Talking about times that were simpler had relaxed her last night.“What are your plans today, CeCe?” he asked as he put scrambled eggs in a bowl.“The first thing I was thinking about was getting the locks changed at Hilltop.”“Where?” he asked as he put the bowl of eggs on the table. He also sat down the plate of sausage patties.“Hilltop House is the place Derek bought for me when we first got married – as a wedding gift. He signed the deed over to me.”“So, it’s legally yours. You don’t have to let him stay there,” George
Chelsea had finally called a locksmith who answered the phone. Granted, it was Saturday, but the mini ads in the yellow pages had said they worked twenty-four hours, seven days a week. The locksmith she had called said he’d meet her at the Hilltop House at one p.m. tomorrow to change the locks. Then she called Chastity on the estate landline. She couldn’t remember Chastity’s cell number. They had a landline at the estate since Constance was born – even before that probably. “I’m glad you called. How are you?” Chastity asked. “Fine, considering. George is taking good care of me.” “Well, I knew he would. That’s why haven’t been worried. But you should know. Numb nuts called your cell Friday night. Then he came here today demanding to see you. He didn’t believe Jerome when he had told him you weren’t here. Thankfully, I had the foresight to instruct Jerome to come get me if Derek showed up and not Mother or Father.“He’s actual
Sunday . . . George had borrowed a friend’s car to take Chelsea to Hilltop. He wanted to make sure Derek wasn’t there when she got home. She had made it clear that she didn’t want to see Derek. Yet, George stayed until the locksmith was done. “Chelsea, do you want me to call Chastity or one of your other sisters? I’m having second thoughts about leaving you here alone.” “You know. I’m having second thoughts about staying here alone,” she admitted. “We can go back to my place. I told you you can stay there as long as you want.” “I know.” She knew he meant it, but she didn’t think it was a good idea. They had made love almost all night last night. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.They had comforted each other and made each other feel good. But they had to go their separate ways for at least a week or two. And she wanted to be back in her own home. Plus, George needed to concentrate on school. She d
As promised, Chastity had come to Hilltop House – along with two unexpected guests. Constance came with her along with their sixteen-year-old second cousin, Adam. Adam and his parents had flown in this afternoon for an unexpected visit. Constance and Chastity had tried to keep Adam from coming over, but they couldn’t protest too much in risk of raising suspicion that something was wrong. They had no choice but to let him tag along. Chelsea didn’t mind really. She always liked the kid and he was a good distraction from her current problems. His father was a blood Van Dyke. Adam’s father was the son of Chelsea’s father’s brother. The brother has been in a home with dementia for four years. Constance had drove Chastity and Adam to Hilltop. She had said Steven didn’t seem to mind. Chelsea and Adam were in the in-the-making game room. Derek had wanted a game room and he had started buying items for it. When he was installing the Xbox, Chelsea had said. “
Chelsea took a few steps away from the door as it closed behind her. The men had gone inside saying to call if she needed them. She hugged the throw blanket around her. The outfit she had on was plain and despite the hurt she wore on her face she still looked beautiful. Then again, Derek had never known her to look bad. “Chelsea, you look . . .” he began as he moved toward her. She quickly put her hand up, halting him in his tracks. “Don’t touch me. You can talk without touching me,” she said seriously. He immediately put his hands up like he was about to be arrested. “All right. I understand.” He lowered his arms slowly. “You are a sight for sore eyes. Where have been, sweetheart? I’ve been looking everywhere for you all weekend.” “I stayed with a friend for a few days.” “I see you got the locks changed.” “Well, you did say this was my house.” “Right,” he mumbled humbly.