... and then forever came about | A Short Story
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“Here comes Kyle and those damn Cream of Wheat kitten heels,” I mumbled after hearing his loud and obnoxious cackles from down the hall. The door to my office was closed, and I still heard him. No surprise there.
“Knock knock,” he chirped during his hard raps on my door. I laughed under my breath and kept my tired eyes trained on my computer screen.
The architectural sketch I’d been working on for the past week was slowly draining the life out of me. For once, I was thankful that my deadline was tomorrow, so I could turn it in and stop obsessing over what I’d mocked up.
“I’m in this hoe.” Kyle barged in, striking a pose I caught from the corner of my eye. Plopping down in a chair in front of my desk, he folded one of his long legs over the other and crossed his hands over his lap. “You gon’ act like you don’t see me?”
“I damn sure hear you,” I quipped, officially looking up at him. As I suspected, he wore his signature white kitten heels and a nude brown and pink pants suit with a bowtie around his neck. I looked him up and down and smirked, contemplating what I could say about his amusing get-up.
If Kyle and I didn’t regularly crack jokes on each other, were we really friends?
Wisecracks were how we showered each other with love, and he knew they were coming.
“Before you hate on me.” He lifted a finger as one of his eyebrows raised. Kyle flipped his invisible thirty-inch weave behind his shoulder, rolling his neck for an added effect. “For once, just acknowledge that I look good. I walked into work this morning, and all eyes were on me, as they have been all day.” He tucked his invisible extensions behind his ear. “They said fuck the company potluck, have you seen Kyle? He ate and has been eating all day, ok.” He snapped his fingers and performed a quick shimmy in his seat.
“Can I ask you a serious question?” I reclined in my high-back desk chair, stifling my laughter because I knew that would only egg him on.
“I said no interviews or photos today, but for you, anything.”
“Why are you like this?” I asked. Some days I was proud to call him my best friend. On other days, I prayed for my sanity and the willpower to deal with his theatrics. He couldn’t help himself if he tried.
Kyle parted his lips to speak, but a signature beat on my office door stopped him.
We both knew who it was.
Kyle’s hating ass rolled his eyes as I blushed and prepared to behold my handsome, alluring man. And what a man he was. A year later, and I still couldn’t believe Nixon Collins was my man.
I caressed the side of his handsome baby face in awe nearly every night, and he still looked back at me like he was just as taken aback to have me in his arms.
“Come in,” I soothed, and Nixon wasted no time walking in. His six-six height and two-hundred and sixty-pound build never got old to me. Neither did his silken, mocha-brown skin.
Goddamn.
God had taken his time with Nixon.
“What’s up, beautiful?” he asked, towering over everything in the room. He smiled and exposed the small, gleaming diamond on his side tooth. My juices flowed to the seat of my panties at the sight of him.
“Hi, baby.” I matched his contagious smile as my eyes bounced over his muscular, beautifully intimidating stature. He looked too good in black slacks and an olive green button-up shirt. Nixon’s shirt hugged his buff torso, and I wanted to rub over his chest and stomach and then down further to his package.
“Let me go ahead and go.” Kyle sprang up from his seat and smoothed his hand over his pants suit. “All that mushy shit y’all be on is too much for me.” He headed for the door.
“I would tell you to go do some work, but we all know you don’t believe in that,” Nixon jested on Kyle’s way out. “Go check out that potluck.”
“See, now you’re really trying to be funny.” Kyle stopped in front of the door and looked back with his hand on his hip. “You know damn well I’m not eating anything that these people brought in here unless it’s store-bought, and I haven’t seen any Publix chicken on that table yet.”
“I have pizza getting delivered in fifteen minutes.”
“For a Thanksgiving-themed potluck, babe?” I laughed as he grabbed me up from my seat and embraced me.
Kyle ran out of my office, closing and locking the door behind him. We knew he would be the first to get dibs on the pizza when it arrived, but he also had my back on his way out by locking us inside. I appreciated that quick and thoughtful move.
“I miss the fuck outta you,” Nixon murmured against my neck, then placed delicate kisses along my collarbone. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
“I miss you too,” I whispered, moaning softly as his kisses deepened. His tongue graced my neck and made my clit pulsate.
“I know you’ve been working hard on your design structures lately, but damn. Can a man schedule some of his woman’s time? I miss you and that pus—“
“Aht Aht.” I reached up and wrapped my hand around his neck just as he gently wrapped his hand around mine. “Behave. Remember how I had you moaning my name the last time I rode your dick in my office? You almost got us caught up.”
“If you think mothafuckas don’t know you’re mine by now, you’re trippin’. They know you’re all me.”
“Yeah, I’m sure they do. But they don’t need to know that we fuck in our offices when we’re supposed to be working, Nixon.”
He moved differently since he’d become a Partner at Westgate Architect Designs. Like he couldn’t be touched, and honestly, he couldn’t. He ran the show at Westgate more times than none, and the company couldn’t function properly without him.
Nixon didn’t care if someone overheard our office quickies. Sometimes he fucked me so good that I considered he wanted us to be heard. The suspense of us getting caught was a thrill for him.
“Fuck ‘em.” He shrugged, then whisked me off my feet, sitting me on the edge of my desk. “I have a meeting with Rhines in ten minutes.” He glanced at his Rolex to confirm, then kissed his teeth. “Seven minutes, my bad” He sat in my desk chair and slipped off my heels. “Tell me about your day. How are you feeling?”
He massaged my feet in his large hands, and I moaned like he’d eased deeply inside me. I couldn’t help but think about his hands moving up my legs until he was under my pencil skirt and between my thighs. I’d ditch my blouse and fling it across the room from there, but I was trying to behave. He only had seven minutes to spare, which wouldn’t be enough for me.
“I can’t complain. I feel good, and my day has been great so far; I got a lot of work done. Lia sent me an updated sonogram picture of my niece, and Dad keeps texting me all excited over Thanksgiving dinner at your parent’s house this week. He says if they’re anything like you, he knows he’ll like them, too.”
“And you told him the truth, right? You let him down easy?” He side-eyed me, his russet brown eyes boring into mine. “Because they could never,” he mimicked me, knowing that was one of my favorite phrases to quote.
“Always humble, aren’t you.” I smiled at his lips, excited when he caught my drift, stood up, and pressed them into mine.
I broke our kiss, and his bright brown eyes met my pecan-brown orbs again. Gazing into his eyes was one of my favorite pastimes.
“Lia and James want us to stop by their place on Thanksgiving, too. Lia wants me to see what she’s done with the nursery so far, and James says you owe him money over a football game y'all betted on last week.”
Nixon chuckled into his fist and nodded, and I rolled my eyes because he was always betting someone over something. On the other hand, it warmed my heart that my dad and sister thought the world of him. They stressed how much they loved him for me every chance they got.
I thought my dad would be tough on him when I initially introduced them during a lunch outing at The Cheesecake Factory that I’d set up three months back. But Dad warmed up to him quickly. Nixon had that impact on people. He felt familiar and trustworthy without trying. If my mom was alive, I knew she would’ve adored him and encouraged me to love him openly without overthinking it.
“Coo’. Should we take Lia a five-month pregnancy anniversary gift or sum?”
“Babe.” I giggled. “That’s cute, but it doesn’t work like that.”
His milk chocolate skin against my deep brown complexion always excited me. Every part of us belonged together, and he handled me and my curvy body like he knew exactly what to do with it. He never failed to prove that he did. Loving him had also proven to be one of my greatest pleasures.
“Shit,” He looked at his watch and grumbled. “I gotta go, beautiful. I’ll be back to taste you after my meeting.”
“You’re out of control.” I covered my mouth, hiding my wide smile.
Nixon kissed my cheek, my lips, and then my forehead. He held his lips there for a while as I closed my eyes and basked in his love.
“Kiyah,” he whispered.
“Nixon?” I answered.
“I’m in love with you,” he said, reminding me for the dozenth time today. He made his feelings and intent to love me clearer each day we shared. And I prayed that the persistence of that energy lasted a lifetime.
“I’m in love with you too.”
It all started with one steamy encounter…
Two unforgettable nights entangled in each other…
Three breathtaking farewell kisses… and then forever came about.
I knew I’d be his forever.
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