You Can’t Be Serious
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You Can’t Be Serious
Dashawn
I could seriously get used to this. My girl was draped over me. Her head was in the middle of my chest, her torso was halfway on me and her leg was across both of mine. She was wrapped around me. I f*cking loved it. She was majorly clingy in her sleep, and I was not complaining.
She had come to bed last night when we got to my place in a t–shirt and short pajama set. I was not having it. The moment she climbed into bed, I was on top of her and ripping her clothes off of her. She was not hiding what was mine from my sight.
“Samantha, you don’t hide my body from me.”
“Your body?”
“Yes, Sweet Girl, mine. All mine,” I said. Then I showed her how I worship the body that was all mine. She passed out after her sixth orgasm, just as I finished inside her. I had carried her to the bathroom and washed her, and she slept through it all. I chuckled and felt some pride in my prowess. I was a f*cking God.
We started off the night as me being her big spoon, but I couldn’t help myself, and I would find, even in my sleep, my body knew she was there, and I would wake up just as I would thrust into her. This just proved to me, she was the right girl for me. I knew it five years ago, and I know it now. I wanted my ring on her finger and my cut on her back. I just needed her to catch up.
I stroked her back, it was only six thirty. I knew I had a nine o’clock meeting with my Europe branch. We were leaving soon to check out three singers and I liked to make sure my people were running things smoothly when I wasn’t there. I could have let someone there look at the singers, but my sisters were adamant I go and do it myself. At the time, I didn’t have Samantha with me, so I think they were hoping I would have a little fun there. But now that I have her, it’ll be nice to show her Italy.
She moaned and squeezed me in a hug. My c*ck came instantly awake.
“What time is it?” she whispered.
“It’s still early, six–thirty–two. You can sleep a little longer.”
“K” she mumbled.
I smiled. I just wanted to hold her. Her skin was so smooth. I wanted to tell her I loved her. Because I do But she wasn’t ready for that. I’ve been throwing her curveballs all weekend. I mean f*ck it hasn’t even been a full week yet, since she’s come back into my life. But I knew, I could feel it. My dad said it would hit me like a bolt of lightning. And it did. She walked into my office and BAM! I was struck.
A little snore came out of her and I found it so f*cking adorable.
“I love you,” I whispered so quietly. I needed to say it. She continued to snore. The smile on my face was painful because I couldn’t stop.
We laid there for another hour before she stirred again. She rolled off of me and I hauled her back into me as I shifted with her. I was now her big spoon again.
“Are you hungry?”
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“Starving. I don’t think I have ever burned these many calories in my life.”
“Oh, really. My little kickboxer.”
“That’s different calorie burning. Speaking of, I have a class tonight. So, I’m leaving straight from work. My
class is at seven, so I’ll be home at nine.”
“You said home,” I said, squeezing her harder to me.
“I did,” she whispered.
“I’ll drop you off and then pick you up.”
“Okay.”
We got up, showered, where I made love to her before letting her get out and get dressed. I called the prospect to get us some breakfast while we got ready. The food was waiting for us by the time we were
done. We ate on our way to work.
We walked through the lobby hand in hand. She was trying her hardest to snatch her hand away, but I would let her. I saw people looking at us and put their heads together to start whispering, but I didn’t care. Everyone
was going to know that she was off limits and all mine.
When we made it to our floor, I saw my sisters first. They smirked as they watched us walk into my office.
Sandra said hello, cheerily as ever to both of us.
When we got into my office, I slammed the door shut and pushed her against it. I was on her, my mouth
crashing down on hers, and I was devouring her face.
“I needed that,” I said as I pushed away from her. She looked flushed, her lips were swollen, and she was a
little dazed.
“I need coffee, Sweet Girl, I have a meeting in ten.”
She nodded, then turned and left. I chuckled. It was going to be so fun having my girl here in the office. I pulled out my phone, pulled up a flower app and ordered her some wild flowers, a cute teddy bear, and a box.
of assorted chocolates.
She came back to my office with my coffee.
“What’s on the agenda besides the nine o’clock meeting?”
“You have lunch with your lawyer at twelve, and after lunch you have another meeting with a Gray Knight–t Knight Securities. And then another meeting at three thirty with Rene Weathers.”
“Cancel that. And tell her I will no longer need her services.”
I watched as her eyebrows shot up.
“She’s my massage therapist. I didn’t think you would want me using her anymore.”
“You would think right, I will do that right away,” she said primly. I couldn’t help chuckling.
“I like your jealous side.”
“I’m not jealous. I just don’t think another woman should be touching you.”
“And why is that, Sweet Girl?”
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“Because the only woman’s hands that will be all over your body are mine. If you want a massage, I’ll gladly give you one.”
“Excellent. Then at three–thirty you will come give me a massage. I will have the table set up and some
warm oil ready for you.”
“Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack,” I said to her with a grin.
She just stared at me and then went about her day. I got ready for my call with Italy and I couldn’t wait for
three–thirty.
The day seemed to drag on. Finally, lunch hit and Scott Porter was ushered into my office, followed by Samantha with two French Dips and a Pepsi for each of us. She put everything on the little table.
“Anything else I can get for you, sir, before I go to lunch?”
“Yes,” I said.
She looked at me expectantly and I puckered my lips. Her blush bloomed instantly and she looked at Scott.
“He has no say, baby. Get over here.”
She quickly walked over and bent down. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and slammed her lips to mine. She moaned and I gripped her tighter. When I let go, she had that perfect glazed look that I loved.
“Have a good lunch with your cousin.”
She jerked back and looked at me.
I smiled, she leaned down again and pecked my lips and then left.
“Wow, I have never seen you like this before,” Scott said.
“Yeah, well, I have never felt this way about a woman before. I’ve lost my heart to her, Scott. I am going to
marry that woman.”
“It’s that serious?”
“For me, it is, she still needs to catch up.”
“Oh,” he said, a little confused.
“Is she why you texted me late last night to have a meeting with you today at lunch?”
“Yes. I want half my shares transferred to Samantha Buchanan. I also want an account set up in her name with a hundred million dollars in it. Then I want a prenup drawn up. She gets everything if I die. Put a cheating clause in there that says she gets everything if I cheat.”
“You can not be serious, Dashawn. How well do you even know this woman?”
“Well enough that I will fire your a*s and find someone to do what I ask. Now do we have a problem?” Scott looked at me like I had lost my mind. But no, it was my heart that was lost. And I was probably a fool to do this, but this was the only way I could think of to show her how serious I was.
“Fine, I’ll have everything drawn up and done by next month.”
You’ll have it done by next week. We leave for Italy on Wednesday. I want everything signed and set up for
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her by then.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“No. You’ll see Scott, everything will be fine.”
“I sure hope so, for your sake.”
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