Breaking the Cycle

“Now, that’s shallow.”

“Hey, what can I say? Women have been known to be that also.” She laughed and walked out the door.

Never compromise your happiness for someone else

, echoed in my head while I set the alarm. That one simple phrase was food for thought.

CHAPTER THREE

“Are you sure you couldn’t get a room next door?” I hesitantly asked Candy later that evening.

“If you feel I’m lying to you, why didn’t you make the reservation yourself? I don’t need this aggravation.”

It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford to pay the two hundred dollars-a-night room rate; just the principle of whether or not I had to. Although the Loews was by far the more extravagant of the two, the Palms was nothing to bat your eyes at and usually had more affordable rates. While it was touted as the black hotel, you couldn’t tell by the people working behind the counter, or anywhere else in the hotel for that matter.

I decided to give in, once again. “It’s been a long day for both of us and I want this to be an enjoyable weekend. So, the Loews it is.”

I pulled under the overhang and unlocked the doors. Candy waited as the valet ran over and opened the door for her. She seemed to switch into another mode once her hand hit his. Yeah, my Benz was nothing shameful to get out of, but it was like she was a star or something.

“Will you be with us this evening?” the valet asked as he stood waiting for me to turn over my $50,000 car to him.

“Yes.”

He pulled a card from his shirt pocket and wrote something on it before tearing off one part and handing it to me. He went on to explain the price of the valet service per night and instructed me to have them put the room number on it at the front desk.

“Thank you for choosing the Loews. Enjoy your stay.”

Candy stood waiting on the curb as the bellhop pulled the last of our bags from the trunk. We followed him into the grand lobby and made our way around to the check-in counter.

As the bellhop placed the last of our bags into the room, Candy walked over and drew the curtains back to reveal the breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean, which lay just beyond the white sandy beach. I placed a bill in his hand and he quietly thanked me and slipped out the door.

I walked up behind Candy and slid my hand around to her flat stomach, kissing the back of her neck. “Where to now?”

“I was thinking we could get dressed and either head down to Preston’s or Emeril’s. You know, they opened his restaurant a few weeks ago? With his reputation, it has to be nice.” She turned around and kissed me softly on the lips.

“This weekend is for you. Anything you want to do, simply ask and I shall try my best to oblige.” I gently kissed her, realizing those were the words she wanted to hear.

“Then, let me oblige you.”

She sauntered over to the bed. Slowly and methodically, she began to remove her clothing. The white midriff shirt with the flowing, wide-cuffed sleeves. The khaki cargo pants and black satin bra soon followed. With the sexiest of walks, she closed in on me and slipped her hand into my pants, caressing my manhood that was already at attention and waiting for the command. Her eyes never leaving mine, she undid the belt of my khaki shorts as I slid the white polo over my head. I kicked my leather slides off as she slid my pants and boxer briefs to the floor.

“Lie down,” she commanded.

Like an obedient child, I followed her orders and moved to the middle of the king-sized bed. She reached over to the nightstand and turned on the CD/Radio/Alarm Clock.

“Give me one second.”

She walked away and grabbed a CD from the case she traveled with. She placed it in the player and clicked it to the cut she wanted to hear. No sooner than she hit play, the room began to fill with the melodic sounds of Floetry’s erotic tune.

Candy sang along. “There is only one… for me…”

She knew it was a song that got me hot and bothered. I was ready to explode as she sang and did a sultry dance. One that ended with her slipping her thong seductively off to the music.

By the time the second chorus of “Say Yes” filled the room, Candy had straddled me and was riding off to ecstasy. She moaned along with them. Told me where her spot was along with them. Even erupted on cue with them. She collapsed on my chest as we both worked on composing our breathing, slowly coming down from the high we’d just experienced.

Why couldn’t it always be like this?

“Isn’t this place just gorgeous?” Candy’s head turned, scanning the room from one end to the other.