When Mercedes Mauricio, a successful interior designer is left by her multi-millionaire fiancé weeks before their wedding day, she is left hurt, embarrassed and disgusted by love. After being ridiculed by tabloids and social media, she decides to sh...
"Trey," l let out a soft moan as he wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me up in his arms as he opened the door to his house. He nuzzled his nose in my neck, and pressed corrupted kisses down my collarbone. I grew intoxicated by the second, these dozen of patron shots I had where nothing compared to the cologne he had on. The scent of Bergamot and berries made me knees weak.
We stumbled through what I believe was the living room and landed on the couch clumsily. "You look really beautiful tonight." Trey smiled, breathlessly yanking his pullover his head. "No talking." I whispered, as he roamed his hands down my body. I did the same thing, trailing my hands down God's piece of work. Its been so long since I felt a man touch me, my body exploded in electric shock with each touch. The last two years with Kenny felt like we were more like roommates. We almost never kissed and sex was out of the question. I didn't realize how much a women needed to be caressed, touched and kissed on up until this moment. As women, we sometimes think how a man decides to treat us is a reflection of us. Being with Kenny, I thought I was untouchable and maybe I did something to make him not love on me. Despite all these signs in front of me, I said "Yes" to his proposal. I thought when we got married, we'd had so much sex that all of the time we didn't have sex , would make up for it. My skin shivered as the cold wind hit my back and in that moment, I no longer felt sexy or bold.
Trey stooped down, interleaving soft, corporeal kisses up and down my stomach as his hands roam up my waist and began pulling on my panties.
"Wait... No stop!."I said, pulling myself away from him. "I'm sorry, I can't."
"Wait, are you a –
"No." I sighed. I feel so dumb right now. I came all way to this man's house, just to act like a high-school virgin. I can't believe this is happening. I kept praying for a hole to open up and swallow me whole.
"Are you okay?" He asked with concerned written all over his face.
"I think I'm gonna throw up." I said with embarrassment laced in my tone. In a swift motion, he grab his pullover and placed it over my head. Jesus, please don't allow me to throw up as this man put HIS shirt over me. He took my hand and guided me through his condo.
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In the bathroom, he sat me near the toilet and said, "I'll be right." A few seconds later, he appeared with a bottle of water and a rag. He sat down in front of me. "Here." I took the bottle, trying to avoid eye connected. Embarrassment was an understatement at this point, this is not how I expected tonight to play out .
"You feel like you gotta throw up ? "
"I'm not sure."I sighed, running a hand over my face.
"How much did you have, tonight ?"
"A lot more someone my size should have." He chuckled. "....I was anxious."
"Anxious about what ?"
"About everything?" I said, popping opening the bottle of water and taking a gulp from it.
He looked at me with a expression to go on and I said, "It's a long story."
"I got time." He smiled. I bit my lips hesitating, before I said, " you wanna grab a bottle because I meant it when I said it a LONGGG story."
He laughed before getting up and disappearing down the hall. With the sudden surge of queasiness that was taking over me. I walked over the mirror and rolled my eyes at what I saw. I walked back and sit on the ledge of the modern freestanding tub when trey appeared with a bottle of water.
He took a seat beside me and waited patiently for me to start.
" Before tonight, I haven't been outside. I was inside for the last couple of months. "
"How come?"
I exhaled deeply before saying. " My fiance, who I had been with left me."
He turned to faced me, "How long were you two together ?"
"Since we were about 16..."
"Wow." He shook his head. "And was he your first....
"Yupp... and then he left me for his assistant." This was the first time, I said what had transpired out loud and I couldn't help but laugh internally at it.
He opened his bottle and gulp some of it. I took this time to gather my thoughts.
"How did you find out?"
"Oh, he left a note me ... on the day of our engagement party."
"Damn, that's crazy." He shook his head.
"Yea I know. What's even crazier...I started thinking maybe I wasn't wearing the right clothes, or my hair wasn't the way he wanted or maybe i put on a little weight..I hated that that I sounded like a depressed drunk or why I felt so comfortable talking to him about this , but my mind had a brain of it own and it keep revealing my insecurities.
"Don't say that, don't blame yourself,"he interrupted.
"You damn right." I sighed. "Men are just full of shit"
He stared at me blankly. "Not all of us are."
"Well most of ya'll are." I confirmed.
"Wait hold up... just cause yours was." I give him a death stare. "No offense, doesn't mean we all are. I mean, there are a few good one out there as well."
"If you say so."I sighed.
"Honestly, I think he did you a favor."
"Why you say that?"
"Cause you're beautiful."
"You're just saying to make me feel better."I drop my head out of embarrassment. Great, now he is offering me his pity, this night could not get any worst.
"Aye c'mere." He said lifting my chin. My eyes met his and I hated that it did. I try to look away but it was no use, my eyes were fixated on him. He leaned forward until our lips were inches apart and said, " You are extremely beautiful, baby."
I allowed his words to resonate. " Any man would be lucky to have you." He hovered over and kiss my forehead. It was something about the way his lips lingered against my skin. His lips were gentle and warmed, before he pulled away.
"Thank you." I whispered. I didn't even notice, I was crying, he pulled me in his embraced. Tears stained my cheeks as I continued to cry. I didn't even bother stopping nor did I have a care in the world as I cried against his chest. The dizziness that I was feeling since the night began finally came over me and that was all I remember before I drifted to sleep. ******
