Peeling Back the Top Layer 🇯🇲

10| Messed up

"Oh... Michael, this is my girlfriend Kelsie Taylor," says Steven when he notices our exchange even though we were not properly introduced. "Kelsie, this is Michael Brown. We work closely together."

We shake hands but there's a hint of scorn and condescension in the way he looks at me and turns up his nose. I brush it aside as a figment of my imagination, pinning to being thin-skinned before I push it to the back of my mind and join Steven in conversation with the rest of his colleagues.

During the discussion on abortion, Michael opposes my pro-choice stance, takes issue with my decision to not vote, and then mocks my religious belief. But the part that really upsets me is his snide remarks about my education and career choice.

"A publication's editor is the best your little brain could amount to? Mediocre," he scoffs.

"Excuse me? How old are you again and why are you just a paralegal?" I snap back at the balding man, who I'm convinced is bordering 40. Dis asshole a get pon mi last nerve now, I swear!

"I would think my two degrees are sufficient evidence of my mental capacity," I counter.

"That means nothing Miss Taylor. A nuff idiot out dere have degree."

"So now you're implying that I'm an idiot," I laugh humorlessly.

"Not implying that you're an idiot, I'm just trying to figure out..."

Before he can continue with his offensive banter, an older colleague, Ainsworth Barker, steps up to my defense. He swoops in like a traffic cop with his hand held up to halt Michael's onslaught and says "Please stop berating this woman's achievements. It is bad enough that we put up with your impropriety every day but you're an impudent prick for attacking her persona in this manner."

As if his words weren't enough to express his outrage, Ainsworth gives the scrawny man a look of pure disgust that instantly shuts him up and he excuses himself from the table. I assume he retreated into hiding since I didn't see him for the remainder of the night.

While Michael did manage to agitate me, Steven's silence during the whole fiasco is what tips me over the edge. Looking at him, the only thing I can think is that: him mus fraid a dis fucking man to raas.

The car ride back to his apartment is quiet and he leaves me to simmer with resentment, only sparing me an occasional glance throughout the journey. We get to his place just before midnight.

As soon as he parks the car I get out, slam the door shut and storm off, taking long strides toward the stairs. I climb them quickly and march up to his front door where I wait for him to let me in. I don't even remember my overnight bag until I see him sauntering towards me with it.

He makes himself scarce after unlocking the door to his minimalist space. The look and feel hasn't changed since the last time I was here. It's the same decor and layout.

"I should have been the one to put him in his place," he says, startling me when I step out of the bathroom freshly showered and fully dressed in a pajama shorts set. "He likes challenging people like that. It's just his usual behavior but I honestly expected better from you. You should have never carried on a tit for tat with him."

"Ohhhhh.... so a my fault now seh yuh crosses co-worker choose fi come at me? Good to know." I'm silently fuming. Is he really trying to blame me for what transpired?

"Mi jus a seh yuh play a role in how di conversation went," he reasons, moving from where he sits at the edge of the bed to stand in front of me.

"Really Steven?! Yuh know wah...stop talk!" I move out of his reach and walk to the other side of the bed where I get in and pull the covers over my body. "Bout yuh expect better," I grumble and hiss my teeth.

"But seriously babe, yuh never stop fi think seh if yuh ignore him then him woulda stop?"

"Yuh hear mi seh nuh chat to mi though!" I seethe. "Cause a foolishness yuh a come wid."

This man has a penchant for making me seem at fault no matter what the situation is. Apparently I should have remained mute and not defend myself during his colleague's continuous personal attacks in an attempt to belittle me. But I've never been a docile person who sits back and plays dumb, especially when a bitch like Michael pounces on me.

I must have drifted off into sleep soon after I told Steven to shut up because the next thing I know it's morning and he and I are spooned together.

"I don't like when you're mad at me," he whispers with his lips touching my ear the second I try to wriggle free from his embrace. "Let mi mek it up to yuh today."

"Morning Steven," I mumble unenthusiastically, rolling my eyes. "How yuh plan to do dat?"

"How does the beach sound?"

He didn't have to ask twice. He knows that I would never turn down a beach offer and it's been a while since I went.

"You know mi always down fi dat!" I reply, a smile breaking through my attempt at remaining angry. "But try know seh mi still have yuh up."

Beach Day!!!

A quick stop at my house for a swimsuit then we're on our way to St Ann. Dunn's River Falls has always been Steven's go-to spot. We've been here together umpteen times but I don't complain. I'm happiest when I'm at the beach.

Although I'm still angry about how he dealt with the situation, I manage to get through the day without bringing it up. The remnants of the tension that ensued between us from the argument we had, are all gone by the time I hit the water but I still keep my distance from him throughout. My mind is settled but my body is still at odds with him.

Spending the day out in the sun saps up all my energy and when we get back to Steven's apartment, all I want to do is relax and sleep but he has other plans. We shower together and the warm water works its magic on my sun-burnt skin and tired muscles.

Steven lathers my body with massaging oil afterwards, setting the mood for a therapeutic session. He says he needs me completely unhinged for the activities he has planned for the night. I'm just hoping it involves some food soon because we haven't eaten since early afternoon.

Otherwise, I appreciate the way the day has been going. Right now, with his soft fingers and palms gliding over my curves, every ounce of tension vanishes from my body. Soon, I feel like I am drifting on a cloud — peaceful and serene — his choice of piano music also helps to create a calming atmosphere.

He runs his hands upwards between my legs and lightly grazes his fingertips across my most intimate part as I lay flat on my stomach. The sensation created by his movement causes me to flinch but the touch is welcomed.

In one swift move, he slips his hand beneath my torso, pulling me up onto my knees so that my ass is now in the air and my chest and face are resting on the bed. Not backaz again?!

His hot breath feathers across my pussy before his tongue makes contact, licking me from behind. He continues to devour me from this position, sucking my pussy as best he can from this angle, and fingering me sweetly while I massage my nipples. An intense craving burns within me, the heat spreading throughout my body in its effort to find an outlet.

I try to stifle my moans but with the pleasure becoming unbearable, I surrender and breathe out, "don't stop".

"Gimme a sec. Do not move," he orders.

He reaches for a tube in his night-table drawer and squeezes a dollop of what I think is lube on my back, just above my butt crack. His fingers trace the gel over my butt cheek and without warning, he plunges a finger into my anus. My body's reaction is equally shocking — forcefully expelling air and I lunge forward, falling flat on my stomach.

The deafening fart is frightening and embarrassing but more startling is his sudden and brazen move to invade my asshole.

"What di fuck was dat?!" I scream.

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