Turned Out Saga (31 page)

“Because when we make love, I'll already know your likes and dislikes.”

Alexis still had her eyes closed. “So, you think we're going to do it?” she joked.

“Honestly?” Shamel asked growing serious.

Alexis opened her eyes, “Yes, honestly.”

“Yes, I do.”

Alexis moved his hands off her shoulder and looked up at him. She knew he was right and was considering letting it happen today.

For some reason, she was getting turned on. Was it the wine? Was it his hands? Or was it the situation and his bluntness? Her body was screaming,
Yes, make love to me now,
but her mind was saying,
Slow down, you're getting out of hand.

In the past her mind would have won out, but the past was no more, this was the new aggressive Alexis. The Alexis that wanted to do what the hell she wanted to and not be afraid. The Alexis who if she wanted to sleep with one, two or three men, she could do so. She didn't give a damn what or how anyone else thought, said or felt.

“Come sit next to me,” Alexis told him. She'd made up her mind about sleeping with him, but she wanted to be as honest with him as possible. She didn't want him to think that their getting physical meant she was his exclusively. She didn't want to mislead anyone.

“What's up?” Shamel was aware that her mood had shifted slightly.

“If we decide to make love, it doesn't mean we are a couple.” Alexis decided to be blunt with it, to keep it as real as possible.

That's what you think,
Shamel thought to himself but said out loud, “I'm not a young kid. I know sex does not equal a relationship.” After his experience with Lavonne, with other women and with him being thirty-five, he wasn't slow. He was intelligent enough to know this but it wasn't going to stop him from pursuing Alexis.

“I'm just letting you know because I'm not ready to be in anything serious. I want to date, I want to be free to be me and do me. I don't want to have to answer to anyone and you really need to know that.”

Shamel put his finger against her lips. “Shhhh, we're not kids. I think we can handle whatever comes our way.”

He moved in closer and waited for her to move closer before he initiated a kiss.

“Do you have any condoms with you?” Alexis asked.

“They're in my wallet in the car. Don't move, I'll go get them and I'll be right back.”

“I'll go freshen up while you run out.”

Shamel stood up, “Don't change your mind,” he said it as though he were joking, but he wasn't, he was serious as hell.

Once Alexis heard the door close, she ran to her room and picked up the phone. She dialed Champagne's number. She wanted someone to talk some sense into her because she knew she was out of control, but she wasn't having any luck with this phone call.

She put the phone back down and went into her bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. Do you really know what you're doing? Do you really know what you're getting yourself into?” she wondered out loud. “Well, it's too late to back out now.”

“Alexis?” Shamel called out. He'd just walked back in the house.

“I'll be out in a second,” she called out.

“How about I come to you?”

For a reason that she couldn't explain even to herself, she didn't want to invite him into her bedroom, which was odd because she was inviting him into her body. “No, I'll be right out. Make yourself comfortable.”

He was doing just that. He took off his shoes and relaxed onto the couch, but not before he poured himself a shot of cognac and downed it.

“Hey there,” Alexis said as she walked into the room this time wearing short-shorts and a camisole.

To have sex this time of day was different for Shamel. It was early evening and sexually he was a night man. When he went out to his car to get the condoms, he popped one of his “just in case” pills. The pill that promised to keep your dick hard longer than usual. Not that he needed it, but for Alexis he wanted to put it down and let her know he was a man of stamina.

Shamel patted his lap and Alexis took the hint and sat there. She must have had a look on her face because he asked her, “What's wrong, are you nervous?”

She was just that because getting with someone new was always nerve wrecking. “Shut up and kiss me,” she told him.

He was more than happy to oblige. Alexis turned to straddle him, her breasts touching his chest. He had his hands on her ass and pulled her pelvis into him, so she could feel how hard he was.

Alexis knew she needed to slow this whole process down, but she couldn't. She was too turned on. She started to grind up against him as they kissed deeper. Shamel moved his hands from her ass to her breasts. He started sucking on her nipples through her shirt.

“Take it off me,” she told him.

Once it was off, he placed his mouth on her nipples again and nibbled, a little too hard. She pulled away, stood up and pulled off her shorts. He stood up, took the condoms out of his pocket, pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down as Alexis watched.

She couldn't help but notice the thickness of his dick and the slight curve. It wasn't long but the way it was shaped, she knew that if he knew how to work it, pleasure wasn't too far behind.

“Sit back down,” she told him as she waited for him to put the condom on.

He did as she demanded and waited for her to straddle him. She held her pussy lips open with her hands as she lowered herself onto him, taking it all in. Alexis was shocked when Thomas' face flashed before her. She shook her head from side to side to get the image of him out.

Stay in the moment,
she told herself.
Stay in the moment.

Once he was deep inside her, he placed his hands on her hips and told her, “Don't move, stay right there.” He started moving his hips in circles, going deeper and deeper inside her, so deep that she pulled back.

“Where are you going?” he asked, holding her steady.

Finally he moved his hands and let her control the movement. He filled her up as she moved up and down and rocked back and forth while touching her clitoris.

“I want to cum with you inside me,” she told him and cum she did at the same time as Shamel.

* * *

It was close to midnight when Shamel left Alexis' house. While they were making love, her cell phone had rung a number of times and she'd ignored it. It was now time to see just who was trying so hard to reach her.

Alexis climbed out of the guest bed, where they ended up making love and walked into the living room. Her cell phone was on the floor next to the lounger, which was odd because she could have sworn she'd left it in the kitchen. Then again, she did drink a whole bottle of wine by herself.

Alexis looked at the caller ID and saw that Champagne and an unknown caller had phoned numerous times.

“A shower, I need a shower,” she said out loud. On her way to the bathroom, she thought about Shamel and his lovemaking skills. As far as foreplay was concerned he definitely wasn't Thomas, but he didn't lack in the pleasure department either.

Champagne left a couple of messages saying, “Call me back. I saw that you had called. Where are you? What's going on? Okay now I'm starting to worry.”

Alexis dialed Champagne's number. The phone was picked up on the first ring.

“Girl, it's after midnight and you're just now calling me back. Where the hell have you been?”

Alexis almost told her but for some reason stopped. “I was out and about, doing what I do.”

“What does that mean?”

Alexis laughed. “Girl, I don't know, it's something kids say all the time. I went and ran some errands and then came home and fell asleep. I didn't mean to make you worry.”

“Well, you did.”

“I apologize.”

Alexis heard Champagne yawn. “You go back to bed. Let's talk tomorrow.”

Not one to argue, Champagne said, “Okay.”

* * *

Zyair, whose back was facing Champagne, turned over and asked, “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, it was Alexis.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Something is going on with her,” Champagne said.

“Oh, here you go with that shit again.”

Champagne nudged him, “What shit?”

She didn't even have to ask, because she knew what shit he was talking about. He was talking about her being up in Alexis' business but shit, if she wasn't she'd still be with that married asshole Khalil.

Zyair gave her a look that said, “do you really have to ask.” He then turned back over. “Let that girl live her life how she sees fit, Champagne, you can't keep interfering.”

“I'm not interfering. I'm being concerned.”

If she wanted to mistake the whole thing about her investigating Khalil with being concerned instead of interfering, he'd let her, so he didn't say a word because he knew better.

Thomas was sitting across from his secretary, Lisa, giving her instructions on what needed to be done for the gathering he was having. It was something he did every year for his clients to show his appreciation and for morale.

“Please make sure the caterer is there on time.”

“I know, I know,” Lisa told him. They went through this every year. He'd repeat himself over and over and Lisa would just sit and nod her head or say I know, I know.

“Oh, and close the door behind you. I'm not to be disturbed for a couple of hours.” Thomas had some contracts he needed to review before discussing them with his clients. Prior to him getting settled, he wanted to call Alexis and see what was up with her. Before he even had a chance to do that, Lisa came running into his office.

“Didn't I tell you I don't want to be disturbed?”

“You did Thomas but the car attendant called and said someone damaged your car.”

Thomas was out of his seat in less than a second. His car was his baby and one of his favorite vehicles. It was a midnight-black Jaguar and it was one of his pride and joys. He spent a great deal of money on getting it suped-up.

Thomas brushed past Lisa who decided to follow behind him to see what was going on. He was so focused that he didn't say a word. Once in the hallway, Thomas hit the elevator button and didn't give it any time to hit his floor. He decided to take the stairs. It was only six flights and with the shape he was in he'd get there sooner. That's where Lisa drew the line though. She and stairs did not get along.

Once Thomas entered the parking garage, he could hear his car alarm going off.
What the fuck happened?

When he finally reached his car, all he could do was stand there with his hands on his head, like it was about to explode. He looked around to spot the attendant, Jimmy, who was nowhere in sight. Instead some young boy who didn't look over twenty was standing there watching him, looking scared as hell in an attendant's shirt.

“Who the fuck are you?” Thomas was so angry he was trembling.

“I'm Sean the new attendant?” The boy answered with fear in his eyes and fake bravado.

“How old are you?” Thomas couldn't believe the garage was hiring kids to look after his shit.

“Eighteen.”

“Where the fuck is Jimmy?” Thomas asked, looking around.

“He's on vacation.”

Thomas started pacing. “Vacation? Vacation? I don't believe this shit. You didn't see this happen?”

The boy opened his mouth to speak but Thomas cut him off. “You didn't see this shit happening? Where were you when it was happening?”

By now Thomas was up in the boy's face, who kept backing up.

“I . . . I . . . I–”

“You what? Do you know how much this car cost?”

Thomas walked around the car touching it. The windows were broken out and there were several dents on each side of the car as though someone kept hitting it with a bat.

“Where were you?”

Sean felt Thomas' anger and knew there was no way he could tell this man where he was and that was getting his dick sucked.

* * *

“Where were you?” Thomas asked again.

“I was in the bathroom.”

Thomas looked him up and down and noticed his zipper was down.

“Zip up your fucking pants and call the cops.”

Sean zipped up his pants and told him, “The police are already on their way.”

While Thomas waited for the police to arrive, he called Zyair up to tell him what happened.

“And you mean to tell me the attendant didn't see a thing or see anyone come in and out?” Zyair wanted to know.

“He claims he was in the bathroom.”

“What about cameras?”

Thomas hadn't thought about that but you best believe he was going to do his own investigating. If he had to go around and ask every street hustler he knew that's what he was going to do. Between him, the cops, a private investigator, and the street, he would find out who did this shit.