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Chapter Seventeen

Dereck

I watch the men place Jermaine’s lifeless body into a black body bag. As Anthony clean up guy zips up the body bag something about this situation feels final.

Anthony cups his hand around a cigarette. The flicker of light casts a shadow over his blonde goatee. “A fucking mess if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you,” I reply, stepping aside allowing the cleaners to enter of the motel room.

We walk down the stairs side by side. “No, you did,” Anthony counters, exhaling smoke. “When you called me to clean up your mess.”

At the bottom of the stairs, I stop abruptly looking across at Anthony’s son, “Why the fuck did you bring your son here.”

The boy clutches a Star Wars figurine. His light blue shirt and khaki pants are spotless, too clean for a place like this.

“He has to see how we make money. Not everything is free,” Anthony says as he blows smoke into the night sky.

“You’re already rich this is just a family legacy thing that you uphold.”

Anthony smirks. “You better be happy that I am. Without me you and your little Jack the Ripper wife would be rotting in jail.”

Scratching behind my head I think about Ilyana. “She is nuts. She can’t be around my son.”

“I like them crazy. They ride my cock better when they are nuts.” Anthony drops the cigarette to the ground and grinds it with the heel of his foot.

I look down at the crushed butt. “DNA?”

He shrugs. “I can cum all over the walls. No one is going to arrest me.”

“Should I put her in a madhouse?” I ask out loud.

Anthony chuckles in a low humorless sound. “No, keep her close. As long as she doesn’t pose a threat to you or your son you should be fine.”

I nod, thinking about Ilyana and her mental state. “Do you think I drove her mad?”

Anthony exhales smoke through his nose like a dragon. “Nah old man Jacobs and his fanatical Christian wife did. They lit the match. You watched her burn.”

I watched her burn. Maybe she was right, Jermaine’s death is not her fault. Maybe…. just maybe it’s mine.

* * *

PENNY

One month Later

“Fuck. I’m coming,” I scream, my nails gripping onto the mahogany table. My face is pressed into a white paper with colored lines.

“Say it.” Tarek pulls my locs, and my head bends back; his eyes are hard. His rhythm becomes harder, my belly is hurting, pressing into the edge of his desk.

“No,” I reply. I say no because I love when he goes ham on my ass. Tarek grunts, and pain shoots on the butt cheek.

“Fucking say it!” Tarek tightens his grip in my locs, his thighs slapping hard against my ass.

“I want your baby,” I whisper.

“Say it fucking louder.” He spanks me on my ass again.

“I want your fucking baby.”

“Whose baby do you want, Penny?”

“Tarek,” I scream. “Tarek, I want your fucking baby.”

“I am going to stretch your belly out the way my dick is stretching out your pussy.”

“Oh shit. Please give me your baby. I’m coming, shit!” My legs shake as my pussy begins to squeeze around his dick.

His fingers dig into my sides, his thighs slap against my ass harder. “Fuck!” Tarek roars as he collapses on top of me. We both shudder.

“Get off of me. You’re heavy,” I mutter.

Reluctantly he presses his arm around me. Dipping, he kisses my cheek.

“Go back to your date now,” he says, while fixing his clothes. I know the kitchen staff at the Glasshouse must be sick of us. The things they may have heard me say.

“Breed me.” or “Give me a Fairisles baby.”

My face burns with embarrassment.

I have so many walks of shame out of his office. The staff no longer looks shocked or amused. They have reached the stage of unbothered.

Over the past month, Tarek has been everywhere I turn. The grocery store, the art gallery, my new gym. Everywhere I go. Tarek is there waiting with a long dick for me to ride. I should be upset and pissed. However, there is a part of me that’s enjoying the chase.

As I search for my underwear, I remember there is a handsome man downstairs waiting on me.

“I can’t believe I left Nick downstairs. I told him I didn’t want to come here, but he has been dying to taste The Glasshouse’s food,” I cry. “Where are my underwear?”

“There,” Tarek flicks his head to the corner of his desk as he pours a whiskey into a silver cup and sips it.

I hold up the torn lace, my brand new underwear reduced to scraps. “You have to stop ripping my panties. Do you have any idea how many pairs you have destroyed.”

As nonchalant as ever he sits on the corner, with his legs spread eagle and says, “Not enough.”

I pull my dress down and pick up the hair pins that are scattered around Tarek’s desk.

Slowly, I pull myself together. I walk into Tarek’s office bathroom and checked myself. My lipstick is gone, and my mascara ran. He messed my face up, for spite.

It takes me ten minutes with the help of the little makeup in my bag to look like I was on a date again.

I step out of the bathroom and close the door.

“What’s your plans for tomorrow night?” he asks.

“Sleepover at Zee’s and you?”

“Poker with the guys. I might invite your brother.”

I nod walking to the door. “We really need to stop doing this.”

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TAREK

“You really need to stop going on all these fucking dates,” I retort. I have a plan to destroy every date before she feels happy on any.

“Bye T” Penny closes the door behind her as she leaves my office. The smell of sex mingles with her beautiful her perfume and my cologne, the scent lingers in my office. Should I tell her she smells like me now? No let her date smell that I was there.

I’ve never had sex with anyone this much. Not even close. And don’t forget, I’m going in raw. In my entire life, every hookup, every girlfriend, there was always a condom. But with Penny… After this? There is no going back. It’s the heat that gets me, the wet pulsing heat that surrounds me, that welcomes me every time I slide in. The way she grips me when I pound into her, its like she was made for me.

The thought of her round with my baby makes my cock hard. Now she is walking down the stairs thinking that she is going to have a peaceful dinner with another man. Seeing Penny with a new man at my restaurant was not on my bingo cards for the night. I was busy. Yes, I may have placed a stalking app on her phone so I can see exactly where she was. Thus, by coincidence I show up where ever she is, and we have sex.

I gave her ten minutes to get back into her seat. Whistling a happy tune, I throw on a fresh chef’s jacket and head downstairs. I step into the kitchen, ignore the staff and push straight through the doors without looking back.

I have one mission and that is to destroy this date.

As I stop behind Pen’s chair and rest my hands on her shoulder lightly. “How is everything?”

Her date smiles broadly, he is so happy to be here. “It’s delicious. Everything is great.”

Penny lifts her head and her gaze locks with mine. Through clenched teeth, she says, “It’s great.”

“This place was the right choice for our first date,” the happy-go-lucky man said. I hate him, yes, I am going to end this now.

“So, after you slobbered and sucked my kids out of me, rode me like a wild cowgirl, you come back here and sit for dinner,” I look over at her date and his ass is in shock.

“Tarek.” Penny nails dig into the back of my legs.

I take my thumb and wipe the side of her mouth. I rub the imaginary substance between my fingers and bring it up to my lips.

“It’s either my dried cum or your dried pussy juice. You were such a good girl.” I want to laugh but I have to keep it together. Her poor date doesn’t know what the hell to do or say, while her eyes are blazing in rage.

“Anyway, have a great night,” I walk away feeling happy and accomplished knowing that I left her date in shambles.

* * *

PENNY

Last night was a disaster. Of all the places Nick could have chosen for a date, he chose the Glasshouse. Nick was gentlemanly enough to drop me back home. He said good night, and he drove off.

Now as I sit in Zeeta’s family room watching John Wick 2 , I think of ways I can get back at Tarek.

“So, you don’t need my help tomorrow?” I ask, while crunching the popcorn.

Zeeta sighs. “No, we have everything ready for the 4 th of July. Rhet hired some people and its being taken care of.”

I nod of course Rhet took care of everything for Zeeta. I love the way that man loves my friend.

“Can I ask you to do something with me?” Zeeta whispers dipping her hand in the popcorn.

“Sure what?”

“Take a pregnancy test with me?” Zeeta asks.

My stomach dropped. “No! You can take it, and I can wait.”

“Or we can take it together. Please I need your support I am begging,” Zeeta squeezes my hand.

“Support? Heifer you have a man who loves you and a child,” I reply.

“Come it will be fun.”

Fun? To be reminded that I can’t have children. Granted I didn’t tell Zeeta about the ordeal with Doctor Samson.

“Do you think you’re pregnant? Like, are you seeing signs?” I ask.

Zeeta nods and begins to cry. “Yes. I have morning sickness, and my breasts feels tender.”

Zeeta wipes her eyes and hiccups. “I don’t even know what Rhet would think. I mean Gia just turned one and now…”

“And Rhet is going to be his overprotective loving asshole self. Breathe.” I place the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and pull her in for a side hug.

“You are a great mother. What a lucky baby? Having you and Rhet…Well, you as a parent,”

Zeeta slaps my shoulder. “Rhet is a great father.”

“Exactly. You guys are great parents.” I smile.

“Take this test with me?” Zeeta pleads.

“Fine,” I reply.

Within a few minutes, I peed on a stick, and now I’m sitting on the marble bathroom floor watching my friend pace.

“How much more time?” Zeeta cries.

I look down at my phone, and the three minutes are up. “You can look now.”

Zeeta shakes her hands in front of her. “No you look. No, I should look? No, you?—”

“Oh, goodness, look at the sticks already!” I shout.

Zeeta presses her hand down on the sink and blinks. “Um, this can’t be right?”

“What’s wrong?”

She takes up both sticks and her face scrunches. “Wow, just wow.”

“What is it?” My heart begins beating rapidly.

“Both tests say the word ‘pregnant’ on it.”

“What?” I scramble off the floor trying to reach Zeeta.

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