A Fight For Love (BWWM Interracial Romance) (2 page)

“
So, what are you going to do?” she asked.

“
What else can I do? I need to make wake up and smell the coffee,” Desiree said before walking out with the door left open. When she finally heard Rochelle tentatively close it behind her, she was already half way down the stairs. Playing through her mind were all the words she planned on telling Leon - but she did not think that words alone could deter him. The man was obsessive to the point of being almost psychotic. The media was full of people who refused to accept reality and how such people carried out their twisted revenge. Hell, those were the kind pf people
Criminal Minds
was based on. The ride to the Royale seemed to be longer than usual, even though the hotel was just a few blocks away.

They finally arrived. Leon insisted, despite available evidence, this was a ‘four star accommodation’. After informing an uninterested receptionist of where she was going, she entered the elevator, trying desperately to put the words into an order that would penetrate Leon’s one-dimensional brain.

There was no telling what Leon was thinking though, or why he was even holding on to the shred of hope that the two would one day be together. As she rode up, she wondered what Leon’s family must be going through. The two beautiful children she had seen in the photo. Surely, they did not deserve this. They did not deserve to be fathered by a man who placed his own selfish and delusional desires above their future. When the elevator doors opened, Leon was standing there, smiling hopefully. She looked at him and then walked right past him and into the vaguely vulgar suite. She then turned around and looked at him dispassionately.

“
You need to stop contacting me,” she said in a cold voice.

“
Dee, after all we’ve been through, surely you could say hi first,” Leon said reproachfully as he looked at her.

“
I don’t see the need to exchange pleasantries, Leon,” she said.

“
Babe, please,” Leon said.

“
Don’t call me that. You lost that right when you lied to me about…
everything
,” she said.

“
At least have a seat or have something. Some wine maybe?” he said with a hopeful smile. He walked to the kitchenette and began unscrewing, as though her statement was utterly irrelevant.

“
It’s ten in the morning,” she said contemptuously.

“
Well, that’s almost midday and in another part of the world it is already evening,” Leon said with a superior smirk that made her wonder how she ever cared for him. His smile faded when he saw the icy look Desiree was giving him. “Some juice then, huh? I have orange juice. I remember how much you loved orange juice,” he said as he took a bottle of juice from the fridge and poured it into two glasses. Desiree looked at him as he walked towards her carrying the two drinks. “Please,” he said as he held the glass to her. Desiree sighed and took the glass from him before, suddenly thirsty, she took a long gulp. “So, I gather you are here because you got my email?” he asked.

“
And your text,” she said as she as she seated herself, firmly upright, on the couch.

“
And?” he asked, his left eyebrow slightly arched.

“
And? Are you serious?” she asked angrily. “Let me tell you something Leon. You have to stop this madness. You have to stop following me to work, sending presents and texting me because I will
never
come back to you, Leon
ever
. You need to know that and accept it,” she said suddenly jumping up from the couch and looking him firmly in his slightly bloodshot eyes.

“
Dee, you cannot mean that. We spent two years loving each other, living a full life together,” he said, in the manner of someone reproaching an errant child. She shook her head as she looked at him.

“
We spent two years living a lie, Leon. The man I loved for all that time is hardly the man who I am looking at. He never told me that he was married or that he had a family. I had to find that out in the most embarrassing way possible. Tell me, what would have happened if I would have come to your place one day and bumped into your innocent family?” she asked. She suddenly remembered that, during their relationship, she had his address, albeit an empty, slightly decaying, one he claimed to be living in while his ‘luxurious’ apartment was being renovated . No one else ever knew of that apartment. “But that wouldn’t have happened, right Leon? Because even your address was a lie,” she said sadly. Leon looked at her and shook his head.

“
Dee, I regret everything I ever did because I know now that I should have been the man you saw within me. I would happily give up everything just to be with you,” he said.

“
Giving up your family is not a good thing, Leon. Your children need you and I will not be the woman they identify as the one who wrecked their home, and Leon, this ship, you and me, it sailed a long time ago,” Desiree said. “You need to go back home or just move on with your life because we are
never
getting back together Leon,” she said, almost hissing the word in her controlled fury. She put the glass on the table and began walking towards the elevator. She pressed the button and stood there with her back to him, waiting impatiently for the doors to open. The elevator doors were about to, when she suddenly felt Leon’s deceptively powerful hands on her shoulders. She took a long breath and sighed in exasperation before turning around. Leon slipped an arm around her and pulled her close. She hardly had any time to protest before he put his lips on her, possessing her with one long lingering and strangely gentle kiss.

As Desiree felt Leon’s lips on her, all she could think was ‘please don’t let this be real…please don’t let this be real…’. She quickly put her hands on his chest and pushed him away. She could feel her cheeks flush, almost as if she was blushing. She looked into Leon’s oddly tender eyes and sighed.

“Leon…what the hell do you think you are doing?” she asked as she looked at him.

“
You felt it too, Dee. I know you did,” he said in a hoarse voice as he looked at her. By the way he was looking at her, Desiree could tell that he was one breath away from nuzzling her neck, then, slowly and sensuously, undressing her, or at least attempting to, like he used to do when they were still together. She shook her head and looked up at him.

“
Felt what? Leon? There is nothing to feel. Not anymore,” she said.

“
You can keep denying it Dee,” Leon said as he pulled her closer to him. “But I can still feel the chemistry between us. It is more alive than ever, and now, now that I can shout our love from the rooftops, we can finally be together. We can be us again, Dee,” he said as he looked at her. She shook her head and pushed him away once more.

“
There is nothing here, Leon. Not anymore,” she said as she looked into his eyes. She made sure that she was looking right into his tarnished soul as she said it, so that he would finally get just how serious the matter was. “Whatever we had, was good…actually great, Leon. But the minute I discovered you decided to have me as your dirty secret was when you ruined any chance of me and you having a happy ending. This is it. We Are Done, I am done, and if you can’t respect my decision, I…” her words trailed off as she looked at him.

“
What, Dee?” he asked. Although his voice remained level, his blazing eyes were hostile, and the tenderness of the kiss receded from memory.

“
If you can’t respect my decision, I, I will get the police involved Leon. I will get a restraining order,” she said in a low but firm voice. The way Leon looked at her spoke volumes. She knew that he was twisting apart inside, hurting, but furious as he looked at her. “So, no more calls, no more texts, no more emails and, definitely, no more flowers. You are my past Leon and you
will
to see it like that and concentrate on your own future. Patch things up with your wife or get some other naive woman. But it will definitely not be me because I promise you that the restraining order will not be as private as you may want it to be,” she snapped, thrusting herself towards the elevator. She took a long, deep, breath as she stepped inside. She maintained eye contact with Leon until the elevator doors shut tight. As she rode down she wanted to scream. She pushed a strand of stray hair behind her ear as she walked out of the elevator and out of the Royale. She got into a waiting cab and sat in the back taking the same deep, measured breaths. She did not know how long she had been there, and was barely aware of her surroundings, until the cab driver spoke up.

“
Where to, lady?” he asked.

“
Um…I don’t know…just take me to 1614 fifty third street,” she stammered. She rode in silence, replaying what had happened at the Royale penthouse in her head over and over again. She shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair. This was,
almost
, the worst thing that could have happened. She had no idea of the wisdom of telling Taylor. If she did she might ruin something special, if she didn’t she was being felt duplicitous. However, Leon, if nothing else, had proven how important honesty was in a relationship Telling Taylor seemed like the only thing she could do. The only decent thing anyway. Leon had kissed her. She had not kissed responded…or had she? She looked outside the window and sighed. She needed to say it, get it off her chest.

“
We’re here,” the driver said when they pulled up in front of Taylor’s house. She was breathing hard and fast now, almost hyperventilating as she handed the cab driver a twenty dollar bill. She got out of the car and took a long, calming, breath as she began walking towards the house. “Your money, lady,” the driver called out embarrassedly. She turned around and smiled wistfully.

“
Keep the change,” she said in a dejected voice. She walked to the door while rummaging through her bag for the keys. She knew that Taylor’s truck not being there almost certainly meant that Taylor was out. She walked into the house and looked around, her anxiety causing her to see the neat, homely apartment with fresh eyes. She went upstairs and stripped off with jerky, awkward movements before taking her second, and infinitely more needed, shower. As she stood under the running water, she could feel her heart pounding hard in her chest, so loud that she could almost hear the resounding thuds in her ears. She soon found her eyes brimming with tears: the thought of telling Taylor causing an anguish akin to physical pain. She did not know how long she showered, but eventually she heard the front door open. She got out of the bathroom and, suddenly uncomfortable, wrapped her wet naked body in a towel before slowly walking out of the bedroom.

“
Dee, is that you?” she heard Taylor’s husky, but mild, voice from downstairs. She leaned against the wall collected herself.

“
Up here,” she called out before she walked back into the bedroom. She dried herself and sat on the edge of the bed as she waited for him to come upstairs. “I thought you were going to have a lazy day in bed,” he said when he finally got to the bedroom.

“
I…had errands,” she said in a not so sure voice.

“
Are you asking me or telling me?, he grinned. You sound like you are not very sure why you are out of the house,” he said with a smile. She tried to reciprocate but she just couldn’t. “What kind of errand did you have to run?” he asked with faint suspicion as he walked to the bathroom. She shook her head as she watched him washing his hands in the bathroom sink.

“
I thought you were working the whole day,” she said.

“
I had two cancellations so I went to Tony to finalize the investment deals. Which reminds me, Tony said he had some paperwork for you to sign. So, make some time to go see him,” he said as he walked out of the bathroom. She looked up at him and sighed as she tried finding the right words to tell him everything. “Did you shower here? Something wrong with your pipes?” he asked smiling. Desiree looked up at him but didn’t have the words to answer. Taylor walked up to her and pulled a chair in an avuncular fashion. He sat down and looked into her eyes and that was when he saw it, that her eyes were a bit puffy. “Are you okay? You look…sad, unsettled even,” he said awkwardly. She looked up at him and shook her head. “Have you been crying?” he asked. She shook her head and pulled her phone out of her bag. She scrolled her texts before she handed it to him. “What?” Taylor asked as he looked at the phone.

“
I got a number of these, and emails too,” Desiree said in a low voice.

“
And?” he asked.

“
I went to see him, to stop him from doing this and…he…” her words trailed off as she looked at him.

“
What? Dee? What did he do?” Taylor asked almost angrily. “Did he hurt you? Because if he did I swear I will castrate the bastard,” he shouted, shaking with anger. Desiree shook her head.

“
No, he didn’t,” she said. “You have to promise me that you won’t do anything stupid,” she said.

“
Dee, what the hell did that degenerate piece of shit do to you?” he asked.

“
Promise me,” she repeated.

“
Why is this so important to you? What did he do?” he was yelling uncontrollably now.

“
Until you promise me I am not going to say anything,” she said I almost the same tone.

“
Fine, I promise. Now, tell me!” he looked into her eyes.

“
He kissed me,” she finally said. He looked at her, surprised and angry with himself for putting himself in an impossible position. Desiree knew that given a choice, he would have definitely marched right out of there and used his gym-toned muscles to full effect on Leon’s slightly flaccid stomach.

“
You went to see him?” he asked.

“
I just told you I did,” she said, her own voice rising. “And I want to get a restraining order,” she added. “That’s the only way I can rid myself of him,” she said. He looked at her and touched the side of her face.

“
Is that all he did?” he asked. She nodded. “Because the towel and…” his words trailed off when she shook her head no.

“
I just felt really weird…dirty that he….I just needed to get rid of his stench,” she said. He touched her damp curls and stroked the side of her face with his index finger. She closed her eyes as he traced the contours of her face. “I’m so sorry,” she said in a whisper. “I should have never gone there,” she added.

“
Sshh, there is nothing to apologize for. You have nothing to apologize for,” he said as he leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands.

“
You…I can’t keep anything from you. I had to tell you,” she whispered.

“
I know,” he said gently, kissing her forehead softly.

“
I can’t lose you.” She said again. Taylor pulled away and looked at her.

“
Woman, do you have any idea how much I love you? You think I would walk away because of something as petty as a kiss from a nutjob ex, with a fetish for control?” he asked as he looked into her eyes. A soft smile played on her lips as he leaned forward and kissed her, a hard , yet passionate kiss, a rough but
unbelievably
sensual kiss. She looked at him when he pulled away, his pupils were dilated - signifying just how was aroused he had become. He tugged at one loose end of the towel, leaving her naked. He looked at her and slowly put his supple hands on her shoulders. She looked into his eyes as he pushed her down on the bed. “I love you, Dee. Just you,” he said as he got on the bed. “Only you,” he said again as he brought his head down and kissed his neck. She closed her eyes as she felt him tracing kisses down one side of her neck, all the way to her shoulder. She moaned softly as she felt one of his hands slowly caressing her inner thigh. “And no one will ever take you away from me,” he whispered as he slowly brought his hand up to cup one of her breasts. She gasped as she felt her nipple pressing hard against his palm.

“
Babe,” she moaned as he began gently squeezing her breast. His other hand was slowly getting closer to her pussy and, by the way he was caressing her breasts, she was sure of one thing. There was no way he was going to pull away from her, not before making her scram in agony. “Taylor please,” she begged when she felt his finger on her clit. She arched her back in an attempt to get his finger inside her but he pulled away and put his hand on her leg. He pulled away and looked down at her before he once again started to trail his kisses down her torso. She slowly brought her hands down and held him but he pulled away so fast, she feared she’d hurt him. She looked up at him as he pinned her hands above her head. “Let me hold you,” she said in a whisper. He smiled and shook his head.

“
Not yet,” he said in a whisper.

She closed her eyes as he spread her legs. When she opened her eyes, she noticed him looking at her pussy, looking at the wet patch in between her legs. He looked into her eyes as he tested her wetness with one long finger making her gasp. She tried hard not to make any sound as he began moving his finger in and out of her, slowly at first and then faster as he went on. It was as if he wanted to make her scream. She gasped again when he pulled his finger out of her and instead of putting it back, introduced another finger inside her. She writhed as she felt him spreading her labia, stretching her out. She moaned and gasped as he fingered her hard, almost making her scream out. She wanted more than anything to hold him, to bury her face in his shoulder. She looked at him and for a moment, she did not recognize the man looking back at her. He looked sadistic, like something had taken over. She moaned as she felt his fingers going deeper and harder into her than ever. She shrieked when he suddenly pulled his fingers out of her. She raised her head just in time for Taylor to raise his fingers to her lips. She licked her scent off as he slowly got on his knees and began kissing her pussy. Desiree screamed as she felt her pussy being engulfed by the warmth that was his mouth. She did not understand why he suddenly had this animalistic tendencies but she loved it. She moaned and writhed on the bed as he ran his tongue on her clit, rapidly, while sucking at her. she cried out loud when she felt him nibbling on the most sensitive part of her, the one place he knew he had to be gentle with and he was now making her want to cry out in agony. As she lay there, she grabbed fistfuls of the bedding and squirmed as she felt him working her towards the edge. It was all she could do not to lose her mind. She suddenly cried out when she felt him thrusting his tongue deep inside her.

“Taylor! Oh God!” she screamed as she felt herself crumbling in his mouth, her pussy melting in his mouth. By the time he pulled away, Desiree was spent. She was breathing hard as she lay there, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him as he got undressed. She knew that he had a raging hard on. She knew that he was hornier than she could possibly imagine but the way he seemed to be calm as he undressed made her wonder how he was managing to keep it together. When he finally got his Armani boxers off, she noticed it, his cock hard and strong, begging to get inside her. She slowly caressed his abs but once again, he took her hands and pinned her above her head as he sunk his cock deep into her. Desiree gasped as she felt his cock deep inside her, so deep that she wanted to cry out. She looked into his eyes as she felt him buck into her hard and strong. She had never seen him like this and she thought maybe, just maybe, he was not okay with the fact that her ex made a move on her. She screamed as she felt him slam into her again. The fact that she had just had a wild orgasm did not make anything easier and he knew that. She could tell by the way he was fucking her hard and strong. She wanted to hold him so much but the way he had her pinned down reminded her of those old Roman films where slaves were forced into submission by their owners. Soon, she could hardly feel the world around her. All she knew was that the man inside her was hardly the man she had come to know and love.