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Temptation

Book One of Dangerous Temptation

By: Tawana Cain

ISBN: 9780463458488

Copyright©2016 by Tawanna Cain

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Titiana


“I can’t believe we’re going to Cornell University together.” My best friend Trini Lopez squeaked in my ear on the other end of my phone, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on. All our lives we had talked about going to CU and being roommate; so, imagine my surprise when I came home from two months of photo shoots in Hawaii, Japan and Puerto Rico and discovered that large white envelope with the words “CORNELL UNIVERSITY” and my name “Titiana Bradley” written on it, while my mother and father stood there smiling like idiots waiting on me to opening it.

Even though the letter was in one of those big envelopes that pretty much guaranteed my acceptance into the school of my dreams, I was still nervous. I mean I had back up plans and with my perfect score on the ACT’s and almost perfect score on the SAT’s, I had my pick of the litter; however, this school had been my dream ever since Trini and I went with her mother to visit the campus when we were only six years old, for a business trip for their company. Trini and I fell in love with the beauty and class of it all, and in that moment decided that this was the life for us.

Holding the envelope as steady as I could in my shaking hand, I used, the other to slowly tear the envelope open; gently sliding my finger through, careful not to rip the paper. Once it was opened I looked up at my parents with a nervous smile. My father’s long arms resting on my mother’s shoulders, while she had her hands pressed to her thick lips in a prayer form as if she was asking God to let it be an acceptance letter. “Here goes nothing,” I said, slowly drawing in a breath and holding it until finally pulling the paper out of the envelope.

The moment I saw the word “CONGRATULATIONS” I released the breath I had been holding and screamed, “I’M IN!” I said jumping up and down. Both my parents embraced me and we cried together excited that after everything we had been through, I could accomplish my dream. “I’m going to call Trini,” I said, running up the steps of our two-story house in Wyoming. We lived in a gated community and had one of the biggest houses on the block. My father was the chief brain surgeon and my mother owned a line of jewelry stores throughout the country and was on the verge of expanding to other countries including China, France and Mexico to name a few, so my siblings and I never wanted for a thing.

Rushing into my room I grabbed my phone off my night stand by my queen size bed and dialed my best friend. The moment she answered the phone, she screamed. “This is going to be the best four years ever.”

“I know, right.” I said, just as giddy as she was. “What did your mother say when you told her?” I asked, while looking through my Prada bag for my Bluetooth headphones so I could place the phone back on the charger before it could die.

Trini snorted, “Really T, did you just ask that question?” She said with a hint of sarcasm coming through loud and clear over the phone, but in her defense, I should have known better. Amira Lopez knew everything, and I don’t mean that in a mother knows best reference; this woman really knew everything like she was some damn psychic or something. It was both creepy and annoying at the same time.

“Right, I don’t even know why I asked. She probably just gave you that told you so look.” I said, finally finding my headphones, and connecting it to my phone.

“Yes. Dad was excited though.” She cheesed. “Pelar and Mei, not so much.” Pelar and Mei were Trini’s little sisters. Pelar was only 12 and already a troublemaker with boys following her around school and asking to walk her home. One in particular, was the heir to a multi-trillion-dollar corporation and had declared since preschool that he was going to marry Pelar. While Mei who was eight, tend to keep to herself. I don’t know why considering she really was a sweet girl, with a great sense of humor. On the other hand, she could have just been going through a phase where she just wanted to be left alone, seemed logical considering who her mother was.

“That’s good, about your dad, as for your sisters, they’ll get over it, besides, Pelar has a wedding to prepare for.” I joked, while flopping down on my bed and kicking my shoes off. I was wearing some 4 and a half inch heels so taking them off was a relief.

“Don’t jinx her. Matthew is sweet but delusional, besides, I still believe he will grow out of that someday.” She laughed, though it was clear to the both of us, that he was never going to let this go unless she agreed to marry him or married someone else.

“Right. You said that, what 7 years ago,” I asked touching my finger to my cheek while looking to the left corner of my eye trying to remember the time. I could hear Trini laughing on the other end of the phone, trying to come up with something to say back, but coming up short, so I changed the subject. “But anyways, I should call Donald, talk to you later?” I said more as a question than statement.

“No, he can wait. You can see him anytime you want. I live in another state I won’t see you until August.” She scorned.

I wiped my brow with the back of my hand and chuckled. Trini was such a drama queen, it was funny, grant it she was right about being able to see him anytime, but still, it had been two months and my hands and my toy, was no longer helping with the urges; if anything, they were making it worst. Sighing I tried to level with her, “But…”

“No,” she said, cutting me off. “Besides, I have something to tell you, but if you’d rather talk to that conceded bastard then…

“Fine.” I said, giving in. “Tell me.”

“Ricky Gonzalez is going to Cornell.” I hopped up so fast. My heart racing a mile a minute while my mind tried to wrap itself around what Trini had just told me. “Please tell me this is a joke.” I said, bitterly. Ricky Gonzalez was everything wrong with the world. I had known him since preschool, and even then, he was an ass. After moving from Saint Louis to Wyoming five years prior, I had lost contact with him, but have seen him on TMZ with four women on his arms and an entourage of at least 10 behind him, like he was a Rockstar and not the heir to The Gonzalez Empire; however, I couldn’t deny that he had grown rather nicely since I had seen him last and had sometimes appeared in my dreams at night.

“Sorry T, besides he might not even recognize you.” She said, trying to sound optimistic. The last time I had seen Ricky, I punched him in the stomach and shoveled him against the wall, for kissing me. We were twelve and I was leaving for Wyoming with my family, and he kissed me, stealing my first kiss. I still remembered the taste of his lips, and the way my stomach felt after I could digest the entire situation. Though I was confused at first, his action made me realize that I liked him too; however, that was before he started sleeping with the entire female population at school minus Trini and a few Hollywood starlets.

“Why is he coming to our school?” I asked pacing the floor.

“I don’t know either, but you know he will be taking over his father’s business when he retires, and Cornell has a great business program.” Trini informed me, her voice a lot calmer than mine.

“So, does SLU and it’s closer to his parents.” I retorted.

“Why are you getting so upset T, do you still like him?” She asked in a way that sounded like more of an accusation than a question.

I stopped pacing and just stared at the phone for a second thinking about what she had just said. Why was I so upset? It was a big school and it wasn’t like we’d see each other. And even if we did, it wasn’t like he’d recognize me or even talk to me. Suddenly the thought of him not talking to me, began to cut like a knife. He had to recognize me. He followed me around a lot, told me I was going to be Mrs. Gonzalez, surely, he had to remember me. Dramatically I dropped to my knees and began to sulk, completely forgetting that I was on the phone with Trini until I heard her call me for the third time. “Sorry, I was thinking.” I said trying to shake away the thoughts of Ricky. “I don’t know why I’m so upset about him coming. Maybe it’s just nerves of seeing an old sometimes friend again. I don’t know.”

“Right,” She said, in a way that made me feel like I was 10 years old and had just been caught with my fingers in the cookie jar. “Anyways, my folks are calling me for dinner, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay.” We hung up and for the next five minutes I sat there on the floor of my room balled up with my knees to my chest, trying to figure out how in the hell, I was going to get through this.











Ricky


“That’s it.” I moaned loudly while my ex-math teacher Mrs. Greer deepthroat my swollen cock. Her head going up and down like a bobble head. She was a tall, leggy blonde with curves for days, and God she was beautiful, and strict to. Thanks to her, I found myself in the principal’s office, almost every day, grant it, my smart mouth may have had something to do with it, but still half of the shit she was talking about was stupid. There was no way I was going to use it in my everyday life, that is what accountants are for. My life had already been planned for me, my little brother, sister and two of my brother’s friends and I would take over my father’s company when we reached a certain age, which was fine with me. The company was huge so having four partners would be real beneficial—as long as they didn’t fuck it up.

Now all that was left for me to do, was to graduate from college. I figured I do my stint in college, then settle down after college and take on my dad’s company with the whoever my father chose for me. But first I had to accomplish my childhood dream, and to do that, I had to go to Cornell University. My grades were okay, but my athleticism is what got me through the door. I was the star quarterback at my high school, and though Cornell didn’t have a great team, there business program was great, and I needed that in order to show my father that I was worthy of taking over his company.

That aside, the real reason, I chose that school had to do with a certain super model who lately had been occupying my dreams: Ms. Titiana Bradley. After leaving me in pain both physically and mentally, she started modeling and God I must say she had really filled out in all the right places. That smooth honey brown skin, that tight fat ass and them jugs she called breast; my God, she was breath taking. I even kept pictures of her from the magazines she posed for, locked away of course, can’t have my parents find it.

I know it’s stupid to follow a girl to school, but them dreams have been killing me. If she wasn’t sucking my dick in the shower, I was fucking her on the kitchen table, I just needed to get it off at least once, so she could be out of my system and going to Cornell would be the best way to do it. I already knew what dorm she would be staying in and made sure Jarrell and I rooms were right down the hall from the girls. We were two growing men, so of course we had to have our own room, with his being right next door to mine, couldn’t be that far away from my friend.

I looked down at my teacher, whose head was still moving up and down, and began to picture Titiana. Her tongue rolling around my cock like it was a lollipop working me while moaning loudly as I fucked her mouth until finally releasing my seed down her throat, then she sucked it up like I was a straw. “Damn.” I said, panting, and trying to hold onto that image, but failing. Mrs. Greer raised up and looked at me. That once dagger stare replaced with a naughty vixen begging for me to finish her off.

“My turn.” She asked softly, while crawling off me slowly pulling her panties down and looking up at me waiting. I sat back in my chair and looked at her. We were in my father’s guest house one of the smaller ones just far enough away from the main house, for us not to get catch. It had three bedrooms, two baths, a living room, basement and kitchen. It was my escape pad, when I wanted to get away from the chaos that was my life. “Please.” She begged.

I laughed. Hearing this woman beg was the one thing I swore to my friends that I was going to make happen. Shows you just how powerful my will power is. Leaning forward, I pressed my hands together and looked at her. “You sure you ready for this bitch?” I asked boldly, just to see her responds and to my surprise she shook her head yes, completely ignoring the fact that I had just called her a bitch. That just made it even more entertaining, so standing up, I grabbed my wallet and pulled out a condom, I might like to fuck, but I’m not an idiot.

“You don’t need that, I’m on the pill.” She said, lustfully eyeballing my dick.

I just laughed and shook my head. There was no way I was barebacking her, I knew from experience the lengths these women went through to have my baby and there was no way I was going to give this thirsty bitch that satisfaction. “Sorry bitch, that ain’t my style.” I said rolling the condom on then slowly walking towards her, my dick swung back and forward like it was a long-knotted rope. “Get on your knees.” I ordered.

Like a good girl, she got on her knees and rose her butt up towards me. Her pussy wet—dripping and waiting. I grabbed her ass, while my dick took on a mind of it’s on trying to get to her entrance. “I’m going to fuck you long and hard.” I announced.

“Please do.” She begged, almost in tears. As if that were the magic word, I buried myself deep inside her pussy walls, inching in until I was balls deep. She let out a loud moan. “Oh God.” She said, as I pound in and out of her, like my life depended on it. The sound of our sex and the nose she made, filling me with energy to go all night if I wanted, while her pussy contracted on my dick. “Yes.” She said, biting her lip and rubbing her hand down her body. Suddenly I felt her body jerk, we had just got started and she was ready to cum already. I smiled, pleased with myself, for accomplishing my high school dream. She threw her head back, ready for release, so I pulled back. She turned her head around so fast, I swear it was like the exorcise and I admit it kind of scared me a minute. “Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

“I know.” I informed her. “But you are not allowed to cum until I do.” I warned.

“But…” She begged sounding more like a little girl than the teacher that tormented my dreams.

“No buts bitch.” I warned, making sure to sound both flirty and demanding for her benefit.

“Okay daddy, whatever you say, just please…” She begged. Again, I buried myself inside her it was so easy and exhilarating having that much control over this woman after everything she put me through. “Oh.” She said, as her pussy tighten around my dick. It was obvious that she wouldn’t be able to hang on any longer. Her knees were trembling and her body jerking uncontrollably.

“Don’t you dare.” I warned; however, on that order she came so violently that the moment I pulled out, she fell to the floor ass up in the air panting. I looked at her, completely disappointed. After everything that I had thought fucking her would be like, the real thing was a total disappointment, and now she was asleep on the guest house floor.

Shaking my head, I walked to one of the rooms grabbed some clothes to wear for the day, then hopped in the shower. My cock was still hard, throbbing, and I was pissed off. “I know. I’m pissed too.” I said to my dick which was looking back at me begging for relief. I sighed then closed my eyes and pictured Titiana standing in front of me smiling. Her body soapy and that beautiful curly brown hair fell just below her back forming an arrow pointing towards that gorgeous ass. She was smiling back at me with those juicy lips and hypnotic eyes and before I knew it, I had cum all over my hand. “Fuck.” I said, as the image faded. “Soon.” I said panting.





Ricky


“It couldn’t have been that bad.” My best friend Jarrell Richards said, in disbelief. We were at the gym getting a couple of sets in. I’m not one of those muscle freaks, but I do believe in keeping my body tight, I learned from experience that women love a man with muscles, those who said they didn’t were lying. It also helps when you were as sexy as I am. Six-three two hundred ten pounds of muscle and of course loaded.

“Yes, it was. Her head game was even wack.” I said, getting off the bench so he could get his set in. I then grabbed my towel, and water bottle and downed my drink. The cool water flowing through me like a waterfall releasing some of the tension built up from the day.

“Sorry to hear that our dream was crushed.” He said, lifting the bar up while I stood behind to spot him. There was 270lbs on that bar not my personal best, but it was getting the job done.

“Me too.” I said disappointed.

“On the Brightside, at least you got that out of your system.” He said, while pushing the bar up and down over his chest.

“True.” I agreed with a head nod. “Are you ready for college?” I asked with this Cheshire Cat smile. He laughed, knowing exactly where my mind was going. We had known each other since childhood and had been best friends ever since we got into a fight over his Twinkie. It wasn’t like I couldn’t get my own, it’s just at that moment, we were at school, I couldn’t leave, I saw his and ate it, and at that time he had a whole ten pounds on me and a good foot; however, I was a smart ass and didn’t care about the difference and after he beat my ass, we’ve been friends ever since with both of us bulking up and now the same height.

“There is something wrong with you.” He said, as we gently set the bar back on the bench, and he rose, completely drenched in sweat.

“What?” I chuckled. “College is going to be great.”

“Okay, and the possibility of seeing a certain supermodel you’ve been obsessing over since preschool has nothing to do with it.” He asked cocking his head to the side eyeballing me suspiciously.

I opened my arms as if to shrug and my smile widened, “I mean, that’s just the added bonus.” Again, he laughed and shook his head. “You act like you’re not going to Cornell because of Trini.” I shot back. Jarrell and Titiana’s friend Trini dated all the way up until the last month of school, when he cheated on her for some cheerleader and ever since then, he had been trying his hardest to win her back. This little stunt of choosing Cornell over Harvard was just the latest of his schemes.

“That’s just coincidence.” He stuttered, which only made us both laugh harder. “Fuck you, at least with Trini we were actually together, you and Titiana were never together.” He said, bluntly. He then grabbed his water bottle and looked at me, real intently, while I laughed at his comeback.

“I’m not trying to settle, I just want to fuck her a few times so I can get it out of my system.” I assured him, I have never been the type to settle down with just one woman and though Titiana was beautiful with a good head on her shoulder, I had no intension of marrying or dating her. For me it was all about the chase and she was the hardest creature to catch.

Jarrell scratched his forehead, his frown lines forming as he did that, “You keep saying that Ricky, but one day you’re going to look up and see her walking down the aisle about to marry another guy, and then you’ll realize you just blew the best thing that has ever happened to you.” He said, sounding off and distant.

I laughed so hard, my stomach started to hurt, and a few guys turned their heads to see what all the fuss was about. “Why are you comparing me to you?” I asked using hand signals for emphasis. “I’m not you man, I don’t fall in love, and I’m still convinced Trini put a spell on you or something to make you asked this way.” Trini’s mother was insane and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. Sure, Trini was beautiful, but there was no way in hell I would touch that girl with a ten foot pole, with a mother like hers.

“And yet you’re going all the way to New York just to fuck Titiana, but I’m the one under a spell.” He said, in that arrogant sarcastic tone that always pissed me off. However, I wasn’t going to let that get to me. I had already decided that I would conquer the woman that had been torturing me since daycare and after that, toss her aside like the rest of them. It was going to work, because my plans always work.

“Whatever man, we’ll who has the last laugh when we get there.” I replied, as I added 40lbs to the bar, so I could get in my second set.

“Yeah, me.” He said, raising up from the bench and standing behind the bench to spot me. I just shook my head; no way was I going to fall in love.





















Titiana


The moment I stepped foot on Cornell College, I felt at peace. It was as if all the drama that my family had gone through over the years, and all the studying had lead me to this moment. Finally, I was right where I was supposed to be and the campus was beautiful—just as green and forestry as I remembered. I had to stop for a moment to take it all in, until following my family to my dorm room, where I knew Trini would be waiting, and I was right.

“Titiana!” Trini screamed as soon as I opened the door, both of us hugging the other as if we were twins separated at birth, finally being reunited after so many years—completely ignoring the other people in the room. Trini was about my height and shape with small cat eyes and tan olive skin that made her look exotic.

“Well I’m happy you girls are happy.” My mother said, interrupting our little reunion.

“Right. Hello momma Eve, daddy Mitchell, ” She said, hugging my parents while I hugged hers. “It’s so good to see you all again, where’s Trina and the boys?” She asked of my siblings.

“Well MJ is at school you know he’s a sophomore at Harvard as for Henry and Trina, they are at home, Trina didn’t want to come, and Henry started school already.”

“Oh. Didn’t want to see her big sister off?” Trini’s father David Lopez asked. He was tall about my father’s height of 6’4 with deep blue eyes and caramel skin. He was very handsome and my childhood crush until I was 6, now I just saw him as another father.

“Something like that?” I replied. Then changed the subject to Pelar, Trini’s little sister who was becoming such a beautiful young woman. She was only twelve and already built like a grown woman. Her breast were a few cups smaller than mine, but I knew just by looking at her mother and her sister who were stacked, that it was only a matter of time. Her long brown hair was braided into pixies and wrapped into a bun at the top of her head

“Pelar, you have grown so much.” I said, hugging her. “I see why little Matthew keeps stalking you.”

Pelar rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Please do not mention him, he might pop up somewhere.” She said, checking under the beds, while we all laughed.

“Do I need to talk to his mother about this again?” Daddy Lopez asked.

“It’s not that serious daddy, I don’t think.” Trini replied, as I hugged Mei a child equally beautiful but closed off.

“So, why don’t we all grab a bite to eat then let these girls get settled.” Mr. Lopez suggested.

“That’s a great idea I’m famished.” My father said, rubbing his belly and laughing like he was Santa Clause. I just rolled my eyes and linked arms with Trini. What I really wanted was for them to leave so Trini and I could start exploring the campus. I also had a date later that night with my boyfriend and honestly after not being able to see him for two months because of my work schedule and another month because he was out of town with his parents, my body was practically screaming at me to find him, so I could get some much-needed release and I would, all that was left was to get rid of the parents and get ready.

“Let’s go.” My mother said, softly, and we all filed out of the room in pairs. My mother with Trini’s mother, followed by our fathers, then Trini’s sister’s and Trini and I brought up the rear.










Titiana


Lunch was nice. My father suggested that we’d go to this Italian restaurant called Taverna Banfi. The rents talked about politics and their businesses. Daddy Lopez was a hotel and media mogul while his wife ran a martial arts studio where my sisters and I spent most of our time before the move to Wyoming, though I still find myself taking lessons whenever she was in town. Everything was going so well, until trouble walked through the front door with his family and best friend right behind him locking eyes with me and smiling that stupid sexy smile of his.

He was even more gorgeous in person and so ripped. Suddenly the thought of seeing what was underneath those clothes came to mind, and I swear I could feel his hands all over me, taunting my breast while his tongue found my g-spot sending me into overdrive as a familiar wetness crept into my panties.

This was bad, I knew it was bad and yet I couldn’t stop staring, it was as if my eyes were glued to him while my mind was yelling at me to ignore him. He was a hoe and I was in a meaningful relationship, but the other voice, the vixen that I tried to keep locked away inside of me, was doing everything in her power to get me to get up walk to his table and ask him to accompany me to the bathroom. I shook my head no, forcing myself to pay attention to the conversation at the table because if I kept staring, there was no way I would be able to control my legs from moving on their own.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Trini ask. Apparently, everyone was staring at me after my mother asked me a question about something that I hadn’t heard since Ricky walked in the door.

“It’s nothing. What did you say mom?” I asked trying to change the subject.

“Just that I was so proud of you and I was wondering what major are you settling on?” She said, through a warm smile. This was the most I had seen her smile in years, let alone acknowledge me, or anyone else for that matter, and it felt great.

I’m doing a double major in Fashion and business” I replied with the same smile.

Really? So along with being a model, you want to own your own company as well?” Daddy Lopez asked through a genuine smile.

“Yes sir, I know it’s going to be a lot of work, but I’m willing to do it. It’s my dream.” I said, using my hands to emphasize how important it was to me while smiling uncontrollable. The thoughts of Ricky had gone, replaced by thoughts of what for fulling this dream meant to me.

I’m glad you have your head on straight, while my little rebel, still has no idea why she’s here.” Daddy Lopez said, placing a firm hand on Trini.

Actually, daddy, I know what I want to do.” She said, taking her father’s hand and looking him in the eye, while everyone else at the table grew quiet interested in Trini’s career goals. Trini has always been the adventure type, never really wanting to do anything but travel and see the world, so, when she told me the other night that she actually decided on a career goal, I just about fell out of bed, considering what that career choice was.

What is it baby?” Her father asked, with just as much excitement as a sleeping cat. He was probably thinking that she wanted to become a stage actor or something, so when the words ‘I want to take over your company after you retire’ came out of her mouth, he just sat there stunned with his mouth wide open and his eyes as large as bowling balls, just like everyone else at the table, minus me and momma Amira, who as I said before knows everything. “I’m sorry did you say, you want to take over the family business? Please tell me I’m not mistaken?” He asked searching her eyes for the tiniest hint of a joke.

Trini smile broaden as she shook her head no and restated her sentence. “Daddy, I always wanted to work for you, then take over, I just didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid you say no.”

Why would I say no? Having you take over for me is all I ever wanted, I just didn’t want to push you into doing it. I wanted you to make the decision on your own.” He said, practically oozing with excitement as he embraced Trini. “I am so proud of you, I promise you’ve made the right decision. But don’t expect me to go easy on you, just because you’re my little girl.” He warned.

“I won’t; thank you so much daddy.” She said pulling away from him. He placed his hands on her cheeks then gently kissed her forehead.

“Now, this is a real cause for a celebration.” He said, excitedly holding Trini’s hand, and of course the table agreed. It was a great moment, that is until Trini looked at me and her expression changed from thrilled to pissed off, instantly causing me to remember what I had been trying to avoid.

Why is he here?” She said low enough for only me to hear her. Her tone matched the coldness in her eyes that made all the hairs on my body stand up. I hadn’t seen her that upset sense the bastard (who shall not be named), cheated on her. She had cried for months over it and it hurt like hell seeing my strong friend in so much pain over a guy she swore she was going to marry someday.

Who?” I asked playing dumb, only she wasn’t having it; instead, she turned my head around forcing me to look over at that table with my eyes zeroing in on Ricky—whose Adam’s apple I fantasized licking. God, I needed help, or at the least to get to Donald, because these daydreams were killing me.

“See?” She asked bringing me back to reality.

Oh, I don’t know, he’s probably going to school here or just saying goodbye to Ricky, who you tell me is also going to school here, or just passing through. Just ignore him Trini.” I said, trying to be as supportive as possible, especially since I knew despite everything she still loved him, and judging by everything he has done to win her back, it was obvious he felt the same way. I wouldn’t be surprise if he came to this school for the sole purpose of winning her back.

“Okay, I’ll ignore him, but if he shows up at our school, I will not be held responsible for my actions.” Trini warned. Her hands still on my head forcing me to look at the other table, practically killing my neck.

“Good, can you let me go now?” I asked in pain. She released me then straighten up.

Sorry, he just makes me so crazy.” She said through an apologetic smile, then turning her attention to her clams and house made squid ink linguini that sat in front of her almost inhaling it like it was air. I don’t even think she knows what it tastes like because she was so angry. I just shook my head turning my attention back to my own lunch a shrimp arrabbiata pasta, praying that the day would end soon.





Ricky


Of all the restaurants in all of New York, we walked into the one with Titiana. My heart speed up the moment our eyes met, and my palms began to shake. Never had a woman had so much control over me in my life. I was always the one in control, but one look at her and I knew nothing would be the same again.

“Ricky, they said the table was ready.” I heard my mom say, forcing me to turn my eyes away from Titiana, who after looking at me for a second had gone back to whatever conversation they were having at the table. When I finally looked at my mother, she was staring back at me, with those piercing green eyes, the same ones that I had inherited from the luck of the draw. The woman was a former Ms. Mexico or some shit back in her day, now she was the first lady of the Gonzalez empire and dare I say, the reason I am so conceded. It’s true, she always told me I was good looking, always dressed me up, but when your mother is as beautiful as mine and your father is as rich as mine, it was only natural that I got a big head, with my younger brother Vic following in my footsteps.

“Okay mom.” I said, following her and the rest of the party towards a table a few feet away from Titiana. Not to close were my family or hers noticed, but close enough for me to see her in that little bitty ass skirt, practically begging for me to take it off. With every step, we took, my heart began to speed up until it was the only thing I could hear. I didn’t even hear the waiter ask me if I was thirsty until my little brother called me because I was too busy staring at the unopened menu in front of me, thinking about my next move, to even pay attention to anything else. “What was that?” I asked looking up at him. He was almost a younger version of me, the only difference being the shape of his eyes and color were more like our fathers, and he was as skinny as a tooth pick, at least for now especially since I took him to the gym with me a couple of times, so it was only a matter of time before he bulked up like me.

“Are you getting anything to drink?” He asked looking back at me with an expression that screamed, ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?’ Still, I just shrugged it off and looked at the waiter. She was cute, about 5’3 red head with freckles, a small waist with a name tag that red Joy, and if it was any other day, I would have gladly taken her to the bathroom and got one off; however, with Titiana so close to me and the way being in her presences made me feel, the waiter might as well had been a man.

“I’ll take a coke.” I said, dryly, although I was tempted to order something stronger; but with the parentals at the same table, there was no way I could get away with it.

“Okay, I will be right back with your drinks.” With that she sashayed back towards the kitchen, making sure to walk as slow as she possibly could, so I could look at her non-ass. I just rolled my eyes and finally broke open my menu.

“Is everything okay mijo?” My mother asked concern filling her voice, as she gazed at me with those green eyes that I promise you could see straight through me as if I were made of glass.

“Everything’s fine mom, I’m just thinking about how much fun we’re going to have once you guys leave.” I said, with a grin. She playfully pushed me, and I laughed.

“Ricky, remember, you are going here to learn how to be a better businessman, so do not bring home any babies.” My father Victor Gonzalez Sr, warned. The man was intimating, six foot five two hundred and twenty pounds of intimidation. Before he became THE VICTOR GONZALEZ, he made his money the illegal way. Hey when you’re a Mexican American and no one will give you a shot, you have to do what you have to do, which he did, all the way up until he met my mother and she showed him a better way, or so he says. Truthfully, I think he was just blowing smoke up my ass, because he wants me to settle down and find the right girl. And by right girl, he means whoever the fuck he decides is good for me.

“I know dad, besides I’m always careful.” I replied trying to stay focus on my father; however, finding it difficult because my eyes kept wondering to the table a few feet across from us, and that little bitty skirt Titiana was wearing, giving me easy access to the prize underneath. On that thought I could feel my cock stir and was so grateful I wore baggy pants and was siting as far under the table as humanly possible. God I needed this out of my system.

“I know how careful you are son; however, women are sneaky, and just because you are my son, they will try everything in their power to make sure their child is the next heir to our empire if not take your inheritance and I will not allow that.” He said, flicking his fork at me and eyeballing me very coldly with those terrifying hazel eyes and a look that screamed ‘IF YOU FUCK UP, I’ll KILL YOU.’

I sighed then looked at the coke that the waiter had just delivered for a second. I knew he was right, shit, a year ago, this college bitch that I fucked, swore me up and down that the baby she was carrying was mine, of course that turned out to be false especially since she was such a slut, but that didn’t stop her from blowing up my phone talking about I owe her child support and the baby needs things—like I really should gave a shit. It wasn’t until my dad stepped in, that the bitch left me alone; however, I wouldn’t be surprise if she showed up on this campus looking for me. “I understand dad, trust me I will not do anything that requires your wrath.” Which I meant, my dad’s idea of grounding involved shovels and my head being the only thing above the ground. I called it child abuse, he called it tough love, who am I to argue.

“Great now that that’s settled, let’s order.” My mother said, more as an order than suggestion. Still, I welcomed it, I had no intention of talking about anything related to past flings or any flings at that matter. I was more interested in ending this meal, taking the families back to the airport, so I could work on my plan of getting invited into Titiana’s bed. Jarrell must have been thinking the same thing, because once the waiter came back, he volunteered to give his order first making it as light as possible; something he never did, while everyone else looked at him with concernment written all over their faces.

“Is that all you’re getting?” His mother asked. She was a CRNA at DePaul Hospital back in St. Louis and the first black woman to get promoted to supervisor in that field. She was also involved in many of my wet dreams over the years, until I found the picture of Titiana in one of my mother’s magazines.

“Fine mom, I’m just not really hungry.” He lied. I could practically hear his stomach screaming at him to order more food, but I understood, especially after catching him look towards the other table practically drooling over Trini. I understood why, the girl was sexy as fuck with an ass you just wanted to squeeze and tits you could get lost in; however, her mother was crazy as hell and my best friend was in love with her. I might not give two fucks about other people, I mean if they girl is a bad bitch and she approaches me, who the fuck am I to argue. However, when it came to Jarrell that was a different story. He was my road dog and before he fell for Trini, we played as each other’s wing man, grant it for us, the game was easy, hoes normally threw themselves at us, but not Trini, she took one look at us and rolled her eyes. In my defense, we had all known each other for years, so she knew our ways and to me, Trini had always been the homie because as I said her mother was crazy and so was she,, but for Jarrell, she was something more only she didn’t give him the time of day until the end of junior year and the rest is history.

When the waiter finally left, and the parents went back to their conversation, I turned my attention to Jarrell whose staring was becoming boarder lone creepy. I mean I know that I was stealing glances, but this guy might as well had been over there sitting next to her. “You know if you keep staring at her, she might throw a knife at you again.” I whispered, which was something she hand done to him after he came to her house trying to apologize and win her back.

“Maybe, but at least she’ll be looking at me.” He whispered back, finally looking me in the eye. All the guilt and frustration showed on his face like he was under an x-ray and I felt bad for him.

“Good thing is we are at the same school, you can talk to her anytime, and if you want, I can pull some strings, so you can know what dorm she’d staying at.” I said trying to be as helpful as possible without revealing my ulterior motives. Of course, that didn’t work, because like I said Jarrell saw through me. He knew me too well to trust that I was doing this out of the kindness of my heart.

“You already have the dorm and room number, remember I was there when you sweet talked that secretary into given it to you.” I chuckled, and he continued, “Tell me did you keep that promise?”

“Do you want to know our not?” I asked not answering the question.

“Hell, yea I want to know, we are going there after they leave, right?” He asked, completely on the hook.

“Of course,”

“What are you two whispering about?” My mother asked, startling us, but Jarrell was quick to respond.

“Exploring the campus.”

My dad sighed and looked at me with disappointment written all over his face, like I had actually done something to deserve it in that moment. “You mean exploring girls’ dorm rooms, Ricky we just talked about this.”

“Dad, why do you always have to assume that I’m up to no good, I didn’t even do anything.” I said defensive. Sometimes I think he just picks on me for the hell of it, as if yelling at me was what gave him life, or some bullshit like that. God why was this lunch taking so long to end. I thought as I sipped my coke, watching as Titiana and company stood up to leave. At least now I would be able to pay attention to whatever the hell they were talking about, or at least pretend to anyway.

We sat there for another half hour until finally paying the check and leaving. I made sure to take them straight to my father’s private jet myself and watched as the plane took off, because there was no way in hell, Victor Gonzalez Sr. was going to ruin my college experience with his bullshit criticism. I had things to do, and it started with unpacking my bags, then making my way to a certain dorm room were a beautiful woman would be waiting for me—hopeful naked. If not, we could work on that.

“So where is this room?” Jarrell asked when we were riding back in one of those New York cabs. His eyes were practically demanding me to answer.

“You won’t believe me if I told you, so I’ll just show you, but first, we should unpack and hit up their room later, I doubt the girls are even there yet.” I assured him while smiling inwardly to myself looking forward to the moment she answered that door.













Titiana


“I can’t believe that bastard didn’t say a word to me.” Trini pouted while I sat in front of my vanity and proceeded to get ready for my date that night. The original plan was to sightsee first; however, ever since Trini saw he who shall not be named, she had been in a foul mood, so exploration of the campus was going to have to wait until she got the anger out of her system. Lucky for me, I had a date and therefore didn’t have to sit through another temper tantrum.

“You actually wanted him to speak to you?” I asked while applying makeup I don’t know why I bothered, it never lasted long anyway, and if things went the way I planned for them to go tonight, then may makeup would be all over my face before tomorrow, so as a precaution, I put on as little as possible, only applying mascara, lip gloss and shadow. I was wearing a baby royal blue bubble dress, which was Donald’s favorite with some silver 3 and a half inch heels to help flaunt my curves and my long hair was pint to the side given me an exotic look. Sometimes being light skin had its perks.

“Of course, not, I just think he should have said something.” She responded, but her explanation was more like a girlfriend mad at her boyfriend for not calling, leading me to believe that they would properly be back together soon, especially if he was really going to this school.

I turned around and looked at her. Our room was the largest one on the floor because it was in the corner, so we were able to put in two small couches and a flat screen TV just a few feet away from out beds and that is where Trini was. She was sitting down on the fiery red couch, her arms folded across her breast, while she stared at the television which was turned off. The scene was so sad, that I really wanted to find that bastard and beat the hell out of him for making her fall so hard for him. “Trini, do you want me to stay with you tonight, I don’t mind?” I offered.

She shook her head no. “I’m fine, go have fun with Donald, God knows you need it.” She said right as he knocked on the door. “That should he him.”

I sighed then approached the door, then turned around and looked at her. “Are you sure?”

“Girl go before I throw this remote at you.” She warned. I laughed then turned back to the door and opened it. My smile faded the moment I saw who was standing on the other side. How the hell did they found our room, I wasn’t sure; however, given his background, I was sure Ricky bribed someone.

“You look…” Were his last words before I slammed the door in his face. I didn’t even mean to do it, it was more like a reflex. For one Trini had no intention of seeing Jarrell and I sure as hell didn’t need to see Ricky after all those nights of fantasizing about him, while my boyfriend was away.

“Who was that” Trini asked from my side. Somehow, in the course of my slamming the door, Trini had travelled from the couch to my side.

“No one you want to see.” I warned, giving her this stare that said, ‘it’s him stare.’ I could practically see the fumes coming from Trini’s neck. Her face had even turned red, that’s how angry she was. Without another word, she flung the door open and standing there in all their glory were Ricky and Jarrell, looking like to sexy fools.

“What the hell are you doing her” Trini yelled eyeballing her ex, like he was some sort of rodent that needed to be exterminated.

“Nice to see you too Trini.” Ricky said, in that stupid grin of his showing off his dimples. It took all my willpower to look at him and not get lost in those glowing green eyes. God where the hell was my boyfriend.

“Trini, can we talk please.” Jarrell begged. He was gorgeous and my favorite kind of chocolate, dark. I’ve known him almost as long as I’ve known Trini even seen pictures of him from when they were dating. Let me just say, those pictures did not do him justice.

“What part of its over don’t you understand?” She asked walking back towards her couch, of course he followed, leaving me standing at the door with Ricky unsure of what to do next.

“I know what you said, but Trini I can’t lose you.” He said, kneeling in front of her.

“I think we should give them some space.” Ricky suggested, looking down at me licking his lips. I nodded in agreement and joined him outside the room, closing the door behind me. “How have you been?”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” I teased. He chuckled.

“Really T? Maybe this will refresh your memory.” He said leaning in to kiss me. I was conflicted, because a part of me wanted him to kiss me, hell I wanted him to do a lot more; however, the rational side of me won out and I ended up pulling his ear down forcing him to my level.

“Ouch.” He said, trying to break free.

“Don’t even think about it, unless you want another punch to the gut.” I warned then released him.

“Damn girl, did you get stronger or something?” He asked rubbing his ear.

“Of course, when you look as good as I do you have no choice but to get stronger.” I said boldly. He chuckled. “What?” I asked bashful.

“Nothing, it’s just great to run into someone as conceded as me.” He cheesed down at me. I playfully pushed him away, blushing the whole time.

“I can’t help it, I get it honestly.” I said boldly staring him down. “So why are you here?”

“Same as you going to school. Cornell has one of the best business programs and I don’t know if you know, but my father is The Victor Gonzalez…”

I curtseyed before him and bowed my head a little. “I am so sorry your highness, I didn’t recognize you without the bimbos on your arms.” I said as innocently as possible. He laughed sending shockwaves down my body.

“You can rise, bowing doesn’t suit you.”

“Thank you, your majesty.” I said, straightening up, and laughing the moment our eyes met. I must admit it felt great to joke around with him again, even if he was the world’s biggest hoe.

“It’s good to know that you have been checking up on me and thought about me over the years.” He said, eyeballing me like I was candy.

My entire body grew hot with embarrassment. It was true that I had been curious about him over the years and I have asked Trini on serval occasions how he was doing. I also could admit that the smell of his polo colon was causing quite a stir in my lower abdominal; however, there was no way I was going to tell him that. Instead I said, “No, I just have a television and you are always on it.” His smile went up like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, and it wasn’t until the next words that came out of his mouth that I realized why.

“Really? That kiss back then must have made an even bigger impact than I thought, if I’m always on your television.” I stood there embarrassed and completely flabbergasted, that wasn’t what I meant, and he knew it, and in that moment, I knew my entire face was flushed and I couldn’t respond. It was as if I was frozen in place trying to think of anything to say to dispute his claim. Sadly, nothing was coming out, and before i knew it, he was leaning over me grinning and I was sure he could see my nipples get hard through my dress.

Suddenly, I felt his hand on my shoulder caressing it in a way that almost made my knees go completely limp. I wanted this man and the way he was looking at me, I knew he wanted me too. I tried to tell myself to stop, to push him away because of my relationship, and he was the love them and leave them type; but no words came out. Instead, my head moved on its own, while my lips parted practically begging for him to kiss me. He smiled then licked his lips inching closer to mine.

As I closed my eyes to accept him, I felt a brisk of wind like someone had opened a window. My eyes flung opened just as Donald and Ricky fighting, each exchange blows while I and a handful of others around me watched on, some egging them on, while others like myself silently watched as the two men fought.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Ricky asked, penning Donald to the wall. His eyes were ablaze and the way his arm pressed on Donald’s throat, I was almost sure he was going to kill him.

“You’re my problem asshole, or did you forget what you did?” He asked, trying to break free of Ricky’s grip, but failing.

Ricky let out a sadistic chuckle, “What I did? You mean what you and your family tried to do to me.” He said, using one hand for emphasis while keeping his grip; both men eyeing each other like they were warriors at war. Curiously, I walked up to them. Yes, I know it was stupid, but I knew Donald wouldn’t answer me if I wasn’t in ear shot, hell he probably wouldn’t hear me because at that moment his veins were popping out of his neck. Still, I had to know what they were talking about and how they even knew each other, especially since I was almost positive it had nothing to do with me.


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