50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Sixty-Three

    Destiny was curled up on the living room couch, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when the doorbell rang.

    Aubrey appeared at the upstairs railing. "Can you answer that for me?" he asked.

    "Sure," Destiny said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She checked her hair with one of her hands and determined that it looked like a mess. She stood from the couch and went to answer the door. She unlocked the door and pulled it open.

    A brown-skinned woman with half of her hair sectioned into a ponytail stood on the other side of the door. She wore a short, colorful dress that showed off shapely thighs and a curvaceous figure. The pink lipstick she wore was several shades too light for her complexion, but she didn't seem to care.

    Destiny didn't have time to cover up her surprise. "How may I help you?" she asked.

    The woman's eyes anchored on the collar circled around Destiny's neck. "I'm Bernice," she said. "I'm here to see Aubrey."

    Destiny tilted her head to the side with her brows furrowed in confusion.

    Bernice shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Can I...come in?"

    "Yes. Yes, I'm sorry." Destiny stepped back, allowing the woman to enter.

    Bernice's cell phone rang. "Mierda," she muttered under her breath, pulling the phone out of a sleek, glossy black Chanel purse. She lifted the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

    Destiny folded her arms over her chest. She heard Aubrey's footsteps on the staircase, and she eagerly awaited his arrival so he could explain why this woman was standing in his condo.

    He approached them. "Bernice."

    Bernice ended her phone call with lightning speed and went to embrace Aubrey. "Baby."

    Baby? Destiny's hands balled into fists. She stuffed them into the pockets of Aubrey's robe.

    Bernice stood on her tiptoes and whispered into Aubrey's ear.

    Destiny fought to keep her anger under control.

    Aubrey rubbed both of Bernice's upper arms and moved away from her. He went to stand in front of Destiny. "I need you to go into the guest bedroom," he told her. "Stay there until tomorrow morning."

    She stared up at him, fiery anger in her eyes. "Why is she here?"

    "Not that I owe you an explanation, but she is here because I invited her," Aubrey explained.

    "And what are you two going to do?" she pressed on.

    He wordlessly stared at her.

    "You're not going to answer me?" she asked him.

    Bernice was giving Destiny a strange look. "Maybe I should come back another time, Aubrey," she said, adjusting her purse strap.

    Aubrey looked at her over his shoulder. "No. You stay." He turned back to Destiny. "You. In the guest room. Now."

    Destiny didn't budge. She looked past him, at Bernice, whose beauty and sexiness couldn't be denied. This was a woman who was most likely going to be making love to the man Destiny loved tonight.

    "You're hesitating," he said in a low voice.

    "Why does she get to call you by your first name?" Destiny demanded.

    "And you're questioning me," he reminded her.

    "Then punish me," she taunted him.

    He stared at her for a long time. "You and I are going to talk about this tomorrow. You can stay here if you want." He turned and walked away from her. Grabbed Bernice by the hand and led her to the master bedroom.

    Destiny was tempted to follow him, throw a complete fit, and force him to send Bernice home. Force him to reschedule whatever little tryst he was trying to throw in her face. But she only had a small amount of dignity left, and she wanted to hold onto it. She didn't know what to do. She stood with her back pressed against the door to the condo.

    She could hear Bernice's giggles all the way from where she stood. The light, tinkling sound broke her heart. Tears filled Destiny's eyes. She slid down to the floor, drew her knees up to her chest, and cried.

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    Bernice was an attractive woman. Shaped just the way Aubrey liked, naturally seductive. Fun to be around. She loved to please him. It excited her to please him. Once upon a time, he thought that she could be the one. That hadn't been the case, but from time to time he still enjoyed spending time with her.

    This time, he hadn't called her over because he missed her company, however. He'd called her over because he needed a distraction. Destiny was beginning to dominate his thoughts in a way that was not good for him. She was beginning to make him question the very lifestyle that had been good to him for the past several years. She was beginning to change him, and that frightened him. He didn't see a need to change. He didn't want to change.

    Bernice kneeled between his legs. She was going to town on him, but he couldn't get into it. He was sitting on the bed, with a gorgeous woman tending to his every whim and all he could think about was Destiny and how he was breaking her heart right now.

    Bernice sat back on her haunches, scratching her head. "Is...something wrong?"

    He shifted his gaze to her. "Did I tell you to stop?"

    "No, but-"

    "Then keep going," he ordered.

    She did as she was told.

    In his experience, the women he came across usually did. Destiny was the only exception, the only one who thought to speak her mind whenever she deemed it necessary. The only one to challenge him whenever she thought he was wrong. Which is why she's the only one you have true, genuine feelings for, his conscience reasoned. "Stop it," he whispered.

    Bernice stopped immediately and sat back.

    He closed his eyes. "Not...you. Not you."

    "Then who?" she demanded.

    He sighed.

    "What is going on with you? You're starting to freak me out."

    He shook his head.

    "Is it about the girl that's out there?"

    "This was a mistake," he said softly.

    Bernice stood up.

    He looked up at her. "Where do you think you're going?"

    "This is a mistake," she spat at him. "I'm leaving."

    "No." He grabbed her hand. "You're not. Get in the bed."

    She frowned down at him.

    He maintained eye contact as he repeated, "Get in the bed. Now."

    She muttered under her breath in Spanish, a bunch of colorful words to describe how he was acting.

    "Don't think for a minute that I don't understand what you're calling me," he told her.

    She quieted immediately.

    "Seems to me like you're begging for a spanking," he said. "On all fours. Now."

    Bernicebrightened into a smile and eagerly obliged.