Pretty Fly for a White Guy: The Complete Series Collection (38 page)

#Chapter8

“
I realize now I was a damned fool..”

Kenneth

Walking through the apartment that I’d barely lived in and packing my things was pretty easy.

Getting embarrassed in front of the people that I loved was not so easy.

At first I was pissed with my brother for meddling in my life. He just doesn’t know how to mind his own business and once he gets set on an idea, he just can’t let it go. It’s annoying as hell, not to mention invasive. When I first found out the truth, I wasn’t sure who I was madder at, Amanda or Michael. Both of them were vying for the top position but eventually I realized that my brother did it because he loved me. I don't think Amanda loved me, you don't do what she did to someone you love.

Michael was still trying to get over his loss of Maggie, and he didn’t want me to end up like him. I thought that he was just projecting his situation on to me, and that’s why he was so obsessed with it, but he was right about everything. Amanda wasn’t the woman that I’d grown to like and that I thought that I was going to marry. I can deal with a lot of character flaws, but lying isn’t one of them. As soon as I found out the truth, I would have gotten our marriage annulled, so I didn’t understand why she went through all of the trouble. But then again, you can never know what some women are thinking.

I don’t like referring to women as bitches, but I should be able to in this case. She was a lying bitch that was trying to trap me in a marriage. I was shocked, but I was also flooded with relief because I didn’t want to marry her in the first place. She was a nice girl but she was not Nicole. The only reason I left Nicole was because I thought she cheated on me. Instead of dealing with my issues like an adult, I ran away like a boy and paid the price for it. I am man enough to admit that now.

I could only hope that Nicole didn’t hate me. I’d put her through so much, she was about to watch me get married to someone else for Christ sakes. I couldn’t have been in the same position as she was and sat back and watching. I probably would have had to be escorted from the church in handcuffs.

I looked into the mirror at myself. I was still wearing my tuxedo, and I couldn’t wait to get out of it. It was a reminder of the horrible day that I had, but I’d dodged a bullet so I was grateful. I stopped packing and realized that all of that crap could wait until tomorrow. There was only one place that I wanted to be. I grabbed my keys and headed for my car. Before I hopped in Michael was arriving.

“
You can handle all of this for me right?” I said as I threw him my house keys.

“Where are you going?”

I stood and grinned, “Only one place I am going brother.”

“Well what are you still doing here?” He smiled proudly.

*

I was on my couch mindlessly watching television because I needed an escape when there was a knock on my door. Michael had just left about 30 minutes before that so I figured that he’d forgotten something or maybe had more news. I opened the door without looking,

“What did you leave?” I asked

Kenneth was standing on the other end of the door, still in his tuxedo. His hair was disheveled, and he had a desperate look on his face.

“Hey, how are –,” I said before he put a finger to my lips to quiet me.

“Shhh,” he demanded before he leaned down to kiss me.

My entire body was ignited with want, need, and happiness. Lips that I thought I would never feel again were pressed against mine. They were soft and demanding, yet sweet. He kissed me with an urgency that I hadn’t felt from him in a long time. I eagerly responded by tracing my tongue across his lips and taking a nip at the bottom one that I loved so much.

He pulled himself away from me, walked inside, and he led me to my bedroom. I realized this time it was no dream. I refused to overthink the moment because I missed him. I didn’t want to think about what the future held for us. I know that was probably naïve, and stupid, but I just wanted to feel him. I missed him terribly, and I was finally getting what I wanted. He wasn’t with Amanda, he was with me and that was all that mattered to me in that moment.

I had the opportunity to express my feelings for him physically, and I was going to take that chance. Going without sex for an extended period of time was hard on me, and he was exactly what I needed. His gaze melted me, his intention was clear, and he didn’t need to say anything. He missed me, he loved me, and it was time for us to make amends. We’d been apart for far too long, and we’d taken each other for granted for far too long. He was my soul mate, and I was his.

We ridded ourselves of our clothing; we slowly kissed as I unbuttoned each button of his shirt. It was difficult not to rip his shirt off and send buttons flying everywhere.

“
Are you sure?” He asked.

“I’ve never been so sure in my life,” I responded looking him square in the eye.

“
No turning back,” he said.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

That was all of the confirmation that he needed before he laid me down onto the bed. I lay onto my back and followed me. Most people really underestimate the intimacy of the missionary position; it’s frowned upon a lot of and viewed as boring. I’ve found that it makes me feel really close to Kenneth during sex. Sure we love the other stuff too, but there isn’t any substitute for looking into his eyes as he presses deep inside of me, feeling his body weight pushing me onto the bed, being able to kiss him, or even biting his shoulder when my feelings overwhelm me.

It’s unspoken, but I know that it’s his favorite as well.

The head of his cock was already probing my wet folds. I was more than ready to feel him inside of me. I squirmed and pushed against him, and he entered me with one quick motion. I gasped at of shock of how big he felt. I knew what to expect but feeling it all over again was like a brand new experience.

“
I’ve missed you so much,” he moaned.

I closed my eyes and tried to block out the thoughts of him being with Amanda. I didn’t want to ruin our moment, but I had to ask.

“
Did you use condoms?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, “She claimed that she was on the pill, but I didn't want to take the chance until after the wedding at least,” he said.

“Okay,” I said in relief before I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his body further onto my own. “Please fuck me harder, and faster. I’ve missed you and I need to come,” I said.

“As you wish,” he said before he pulled all the way out and thrust deep into me again. I couldn’t suppress my squeal of pleasure as he plunged deep each time. My orgasm quickly took hold, my juices began to flow as my body convulsed with pleasure. He didn’t stop as I was coming, he kept his momentum and my walls released their liquid heat onto him again and again. He fucked me like a piston without an off switch. His rock hard cock invaded my engorged walls and demanded that they give him what he came for.

The room was filled with our moans of pleasure and with one last thrust his joined me. His body tensed, and his orgasm seemed to last forever. His eyes locked onto mine, as his face contorted in pleasure. I smiled tiredly at him and welcomed his weight against me after he collapsed.

All was finally right with the world.

*

I wasn’t sure what time it was when I awoke to Nicole being in my arms. I didn’t care because I was exactly where I wanted to be. She was sound asleep, and her body was wrapped around mine. I’d missed the feeling of her voluptuous frame against my own. I didn’t know how I went so long without it. I realize now I was a damned fool, but that was over for me. I was ready to change the way that I treated my relationship with Nicole.

I’d almost married a woman that was completely wrong for me. I wasn’t sure if she loved me or if she saw me as her way to marriage or as some sort of trophy husband. I didn’t have a clue about who I was marrying because the Amanda that I knew wasn’t a liar. But all of that ugliness was behind me now, and her father would just have to understand. If he wanted to pull the portfolio of accounts from me, then so be it. Life is not all about money, it is about finding happiness and I am glad I realized this before it was too late.

I’d learned my lesson, and I would never sell my soul for money. If I had to choose between some accounts and Nikki, then Nikki would win hands down. I was sure that I was going to have to talk to Amanda’s father soon, but I wasn’t going to worry about that. I’m sure that once he found out the complete truth, he would understand my decision. But if he didn’t I really didn’t give a rats ass. I’d made my decision to leave his daughter, and that was final.

Now I was free to do what I wanted to do. I would get a chance to right my wrongs and to begin my life the way that I’ve always saw fit. I wasn’t going to take a back seat and let things play out anymore. Nicole was the love of my life, and I wanted her to be my wife. I was already thinking of which jewelers I would call to find the perfect ring for her. We were meant to be together, and I refused to let anything get in our way this time.
 

This time she would be mine and I think we are now both together at exactly the right time.

Nothing can stop us now, I was sure of it....

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Chapter9

ONE MONTH LATER.....

“Wow! So you’re Tupac now?”

Patrice

The last month was absolutely amazing. I was spending it with the woman that I was meant to be with.

Being with Nicole gave me the same feeling that it always did, but those feelings were amplified. We were both making a conscious effort to better our relationship. I knew that this time was going to be different for us. We weren’t going to play the same games that we had before, and we weren’t going to give up on each other either. Now when something bothers either of us, we talk about it immediately so that we can move on. No more allowing problems to fester, and we’re better for it.

I couldn’t wait to make it official and put my ring around her finger. I just wanted to make sure that I had all of my loose ends tied up with Amanda and her family before I took that step. I also wanted to wait until Jasmine and Cedric got married. It was the right thing to do because I didn’t want to steal their thunder and neither did Nicole.

It was hard to believe that their wedding day crept up so fast. I was so caught up in my own world, that I was reminded about the wedding by Nicole. She’d been running around like a chicken with its’ head cut off, helping with the arrangements. I lived for the moments when we had time to see one another and that is what my life became defined by. There were the moments that I was with her and the moments that I weren’t. Nothing else mattered because she was the most important person in the world to me.

I had work and my brother to keep me busy in between that time. Michael wouldn’t stop gloating about how “right” he was regarding what happened between me and Amanda. I usually hate it when he’s right, but for once in his life he was absolutely correct. I would be forever grateful to him for budging into my business and keeping me from making a horrible mistake. I don’t know if Nikki and I could have ever recovered from such a hard blow. Every day I thanked God that I would never have to find out.

I was now looking forward to going to Jasmine's wedding as Nicole's “plus one”. This will definitely give me some ideas about how to plan our own big day.

*

It was the day of Jasmine’s wedding and I was ecstatic. I was happy the entire wedding process was over because Jasmine was one of the nicest bridezilla’s that you would ever meet. You wanted to do everything that she asked because she would throw a silent temper tantrum if you didn’t. But I didn’t mind because I hoped that my friend’s would be as gracious with me when I finally got married to Kenny.

Standing behind Jasmine as she recited her vows made me picture myself in her position. I couldn’t wait until that was me and Kenny doing the same thing. I knew that it was where we were headed but women don’t feel that sense of security until a ring is secured onto our fingers. I know that it’s still no guarantee but it would make me feel a lot better. I didn’t want to wait any longer but it had only been a month since me and Ken were back together, so I did my best to calm down. I mean, a month ago he was at the altar with someone else. So he may not want to do it again anytime soon. I just hoped that he didn’t plan on making me wait forever.

Jasmine looked amazing, and she was wearing a dress that she designed herself. I secretly wished that I had that kind of talent. But I had her and so that was more than enough. Whenever I wanted something custom, I could always pull her coat tail and she would get it done for me. That’s one of the benefits of having creative friends.

The reception was held in the same facility as the wedding and I was grateful for that because I hate traveling from the ceremony to the reception. I especially hate all of the pictures that take place in-between
because I’m usually hungry during that time. But Jasmine took pity on her wedding party, and we got all of the photos out of the way before the wedding even started. So the bridal party had drinks and food in their hands in no time.

I actually caught the bouquet at the wedding. I immediately looked at Kenneth after I caught it, and he was beaming. That felt great because usually men cringe when their girlfriend’s catch it. They hope that she doesn’t start to bring up marriage, but I didn’t have those problems. Well I didn’t have those problems anymore. Kenneth had changed a lot for the better since we’d be on again. He was easier to talk to, a lot more affectionate, and very present. He wanted to take the opportunity to spend every minute that he could with me, and that made me feel special.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you caught it!” Jasmine squealed, “You’re next girl!”

“I sure hope so!” I responded.

“Oh please, look at the way that man is looking at you,” Patrice said, “Shit, we’re lucky that we didn’t have a double wedding today.”

I giggled, “I’m not sharing my day and neither is Jasmine. She probably would have killed me and Kenneth for even suggesting something like that.”

“I’m not a killer, but don’t push me,” Jasmine rapped.

“Wow! So you’re Tupac now?” Patrice asked.

“What are you talking about? I’ve always had some hood in me,” Jasmine joked.

I laughed because Jasmine was clearly feeling bubbly from all of the champagne that she’d consumed. She only became ‘hood’ when she had some alcohol in her.

“I’m sorry ladies, but I want to dance some more with my wife,” Cedric interjected.

“She’s all yours,” I said as I took a step back.

“She’s all yours for about 2 weeks, and then you have to share her with us again. Welcome to the family!” Patrice said with a bright smile before she followed me off of the dance floor.

I shook my head, because only she would say something like that and think its’ okay. I’m known to be very territorial over my friends and I make no apologies for it, but even I understand that husbands get first dibs.

“
Girl you’re a nut,” I said to Patrice.

“Yeah but you love me. Now you go over there with Kenny, and I’m going to see if I can guilt trip Michael into dancing with me.”

“With the way that you look in that dress, you won’t have to guilt him at all,” I said.

“Well then I better put on a show then,” she winked and then sashayed off towards Michael.

I took a look and I knew that I was right. From the moment that her hips swung side to side, she had his full attention. They were going to be on the dance floor together in no time.