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KARL KENDALL

A s time continued to tick and it became later and later, I leaned back further into the chair I was sitting at by a side table that could double as a desk in front of the window in the living room area of the hotel suite.

I figured I’d wait for her until she got here to see how late she would stay out after I told her that I wouldn’t be here. I knew there would be an extra charge for me smoking in the room as I puffed on a Cuban stogie and twirled some Courvoisier La Part Des around in the small glass that I had got from the bar downstairs, but I didn’t care. They were lucky it wasn’t reefer with the way my nerves were set up.

I let Kimmie visit with her friend because I noticed she was having a hard time after the whole ordeal went down with that crazy ass momma of hers and Todd’s sorry ass, and then the adjustment of having to switch gears and come to live with me. It was all a lot I imagined for her to deal with because it was a hell of a lot for me to deal with.

When I got the call to come get her and was told what happened, my heart hasn’t slowed down from rapidly beating, and all I’ve been able to see is red. I was angry about what Kimmie had to go through and pissed with myself for not being there for her sooner. Now, my main concern was to do everything that I could to make her as comfortable as possible. We were both learning each other, the Kimmie I remembered was a toddler when her mother left. The last time I saw her was at her eighth-grade graduation and I couldn’t believe then how much she had grown. Now that she was almost eighteen and about to be a senior in high school, I couldn’t believe how grown she was both mentally and physically. Yet at the same time, she was still a child in my eyes. There was so much catching up for us to do that it was overwhelming for me, so I was positive that it was for her as well.

Knowing that now I was all that Kimmie had, I didn’t want to do anything to cause her anymore tension or drive us apart any further than we already were. Since she has been with me, one of the things she shared with me that she was worried about was her friend, Darius. Darius was the young man that saved my daughter’s innocence from being taken from Todd’s lame ass and for that, I would forever be grateful to him.

I wanted to meet him, but Kimmie wanted to surprise him since they hadn’t talked since the day everything took place. I wanted to push harder to see who he was, yet at the same time, I didn’t want to step in and be too intrusive in her life. I wanted Kimmie to get to a place of being comfortable enough to approach me with anything and how could she do that if I was being overly protective? Everything in me centered on how vital it was for me to keep her protected, always.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about Kimmie possibly having a boyfriend or a boy that she considered a friend since she claimed they were not dating. We had been staying back and forth between the hotel and my place. Today we just checked back into the hotel’s bridal suite because I had some business to take care of and that drive from my place into the city wasn’t fun.

Soon as we checked in, I took Kimmie to get her friend a graduation gift then dropped her off at his house to allow for her to see him before he moved away. I had no intention of ever letting Kimmie go back to live or stay with Rochelle ever again, especially as long as she stayed with dude. Knowing that, I didn’t want to take Kimmie away from her friend and the fact that he was moving away, I went ahead and let her go.

I was new at being a parent since I had never got the chance to really be one for Kimmie. Even though I couldn’t see nor reach out to her per Rochelle’s demands I never failed on providing for her financially. I even had her future set and secure, I was just sitting back and waiting til I could get her back in my life and now the time had presented itself.

It was taking everything in me not to really tell Kimmie how her mother got down because I had been the blame, but I was sure that Kimmie had somewhat of a clue of the type of person her mother was. All the other stuff she needed to know she would find out in due time.

The hotel was off a busy street called Golf Road, and since it was a busy area, it was surrounded by strip plazas, a mall, and plenty of restaurants. It wasn’t far from the freeway, which was one of the reasons why I chose this hotel.

I was a very busy businessman in my prime building two empires that I planned to hand over to my daughter once I retire. While I sipped and smoked, Alexander O’Neal’s, If You Were Here Tonight , was softly playing in the background from the wireless speaker in the room that was connected to my music playlist from my phone. I reminisced about how things were when Rochelle was pregnant with Kimmie, to her first birthday, and then her leaving me and cutting my daughter out of my life. The years that passed I submerged myself in work in hopes of it one day paying off and benefiting my daughter even though she wasn’t in my life.

My cell ringing and vibrating on the table broke me from my thoughts as I quickly grabbed it thinking it was Kimmie.

“Hey you, how’s it going?” The smooth melodious voice on the other line instantly soothed my soul.

“It could be worse. You and Claudia cool?”

“Yep, I was just thinking about you. I miss you.”

“Is that right.” I chuckled smoothly.

“If you here tonight,” Pamela sang along to the music, “by my sideeee,” she continued, causing me to laugh.

“You know yo ass is silly. I would love to be beside you right now.”

“You sound tense, is everything going okay?”

“It’s been a lil over a week, I haven’t gone this long without some lovin’ since… shit, I can’t even remember. Tense is an understatement.” I exclaimed, causing us both to laugh.

“Just take it one day at a time, baby,” Pamela softly encouraged. “Give both you and your baby girl grace.”

Pamela was the main woman in my life, but we were not in a committed relationship. What we had would confuse others but worked perfectly for us. Pamela catered to all of my needs, she was the perfect example of what a complete package was in a spouse or companion. The only thing was I wasn’t looking for a wife, and she wasn’t interested in ever getting married again. Our arrangement was complicated but perfect for us at the same time.

When I first met Pamela, I had a gang of women I hooked up with but now, I’ve dropped that down to just a couple. I wouldn’t say that I was a sex addict, but I could confidently say that I had to have sex, a lot of it and very often. A sex addict was someone that indulged, not giving a damn about the consequences and that was never me. I loved to indulge but I was extremely mindful about who I indulged with. If you didn’t have as much as I did to lose, then I couldn’t chance it.

I was a self-made millionaire and alpha man who didn’t have the capacity to be with one person. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t commit to one woman. It just wasn’t who I was and all the women in my life knew and understood their places. I worked hard for everything I had, and I would never risk any of it for a piece a pussy.

Pamela was the only woman in my life that if I had to choose just one, I would choose her a million times over. It was a fact that she was that strong female that could handle a man like me because for the past fifteen years, that was exactly what she had been doing and doing it well.

“I gotchu…what you got going on today? It’s been a lil minute.”

“Nothing much, and yes it has. Debating if I’ma go out for dinner or just stay in. I only called to check on you because I know you let Kimmie go to her friend’s house. I’ve been giving you your space to bond.”

“That’s what’s up. I appreciate that. What time is dinner?”

Pamela was a classy, sophisticated, beautiful woman who enjoyed her life as a single woman, I’d be a fool to think I was the only man hitting. Dinner was a more than likely a date with one of the other men in her life. I was never pressed about another nigga cause I knew none of them could ever compare to me. If they could they would lock it down and that hadn’t happened yet.

“Reservation is for seven.”

“Go, eat good, and have a nice drink so you’ll be relaxed. Once you make it back to the crib, I’ll come cap the night.” Gerald Levert’s Didn’t We , started playing so I turned it up a little bit. “I wanna thank your momma for raising a girl like you,” I sang to the lyrics. “And I wanna thank your daddy, for hooking up with your momma and doing the things they were doing when they made you.”

“I love when you sing that song to me. Whenever I hear it all I hear is you singing and not Gerald,” Pamela laughed causing me to laugh.

“Shit, you know I cut up with the vocals and the dance floor. This my shit.” I bopped in my seat feeling the beat. That brown liquor was starting to make me feel good.

“I could really use a nightcap, but what about your daughter?”

“Once she knocks out for the night she rarely gets up. I’ve never seen anyone sleep like a log like that. I mean she be out like a damn light.”

“Sounds familiar.” Pamela laughed. “Just like her daddy. Did you get to meet with your lawyer?”

“Briefly over the phone, an emergency came up and she had to go to the county for one of her clients. She said the paperwork for full custody might not take as long as I thought. I have to meet with her one more time but in person, then we’re gonna head back up north.”

“Have you been eating?” Pamela asked because she knew I wouldn’t eat when I was stressed, which wasn’t good for my health.

“With Kimmie’s appetite, I’m always around food, talking about it, or going to get it.” I laughed, causing Pamela to laugh also.

“Teenagers eat you out of house and home. Now you see why I be complaining. It’s not that I can’t afford the food, but Claudia eats like there won’t be a tomorrow. It’s crazy.” Pamela laughed as she roasted her daughter who was Kimmie’s age.

“Once Kimmie gets settled in, I want you and Claudia over for dinner. She and Claudia are so alike, I think it would be good if they met.”

“I’ll be honored. I’ll do you one even better, I’ll cook.”

“Sayless.”

“Well, let me get myself ready to head out. Try not to stress she’s saying goodbye to her friend. I can’t imagine how hard that must be for her. She’s been through a lot; she may just need some time and air to process it all.”

“That’s true. I know you know about teenage girls. I never thought I’d be a single, full-time dad.”

“Welp, now here we are and we gon’ do what we always do and that’s make the best of it.”

“You in the tub?” I asked because I kept hearing water splashing.

“I am,” Pamela giggled. “Those bath bombs you got me from Luxury Baths got me in a chokehold.”

“Mmm, mmmm, mmmm.”

“You thinking about the last time in the tub ain’t you?” Pamela giggled. “Ugh, me too. Got me all hot and bothered ready to skip dinner and go straight to the nightcap.”

“I would come right now, but I can’t. But you can rub that clit. Rub that juicy nub til you squirt in water for me baby.” I hissed and Pamela started moaning.

“Ouuu Karl, you know you mannish.”

I could hear the water swishing in between her moans. She sounded so damn sensual as I unzipped my jeans then pulled my penis out.

“Manish for you baby. “Yeah, rub on it just like that. I bet that pussy slippery wet. My dick so hard baby. Damn I can’t wait to feel you.”

“Ouuu Karl, I need to feel it so bad too. Stroke it for me, Big Man.”

Big Man was her nickname she liked to call me when we made love. I started stroking my dick at a steady pace as we both moaned, groaned and sex talked Pamela right into an orgasm.

“Ahhh, I’m cumming so hard.”

“Hell, yeah, I’ma come fuck that pussy so hard tonight.” I groaned as I stroked harder, and harder. “Ouu I need to nut so bad.”

I threw my head back and closed my eyes while I envisioned my hand being Pamela’s wet pussy. Precum began to seeped from my tip causing a sensation to rip to the base of my shaft as I stroked harder and faster.

“Cum for me, Big Man. I wanna catch all that nut and swallow every last drop.”

“Ouuu fuuuccckk!” I groaned, as I released a load of semen in my hand.

Just thinking ‘bout slapping the tip of my dick on Pamela’s tongue as my semen flowed in her mouth had my dick legit aching to get wet. Pamela knew one of the things that turned me on was for a woman to swallow my nut. Most women would suck dick but not all of them caught nut. Just as I was standing up to head into the bathroom to clean off, I heard Kimmie coming through the door.

“Fuck, thank you for that, but I gotta go,” I said to Pamela. “Heeeey baby!” I smiled, as I greeted Kimmie.

I had just enough time to hang up and stuff my dick back into my pants before she would’ve caught me with my shit in my hand. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head and say, damn that was a close call to myself.

“Hey, I thought you were going out?”

“Something came up. Hold on, baby.” I rushed into the bathroom so I could wash my hand off.

After cleaning myself off I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. I had to be a bit more careful with how I carried myself now that Kimmie was around. That nut I released was long overdue, now I couldn’t wait to see Pamela later. Now that Kimmie was back, once she got settled, Mrs. Pamela was about to get all this dick.