Smokescreen
“Well, it is currently in a plastic baggie because it was puked all over the first night in New York.”
“Erica?”
“Yes.”
“Maxwell, I told you, you have to cut the ties.”
“I am. I need you to find me a realtor. Get a one or two bedroom loft or condo as far from me as possible. I’ll pay first year up front. Goes without saying it needs to be in a clean area, drug free for a five-mile radius. I want her out as soon as possible. Don’t put the Hurst & McCoy name in the contract. Only Edward Hurst. No ties to me.”
“I’ll do that first thing in the morning. You gonna tell me what New York was about?”
“More of Edward trying to make us dirty. But I can actually clean up this deal. I took several secret meetings with their CEO and we have a plan. We both agreed he isn’t doing anything until the JOS mess is fixed. I bought some time.”
“I knew you could do this, Max.”
“Yeah, well it’s been a bitch. Can you do me a favor and have a suit sent to Stella’s for tomorrow? I’m going there as soon as we land.”
Silence.
“Dana?”
“Sweet boy, that’s not going to happen. Stella has left her house for a few days. She emailed me the presentation for Thursday and said she would be available by email and phone, but was leaving to prepare for the meeting.”
“Laci?”
“She’s locked tight. Won’t tell me where Stella is.”
“Motherfucker! She saw the pictures.”
“Yes. I tried to explain it wasn’t what it looked like, but Laci said Stella is hurt.”
“Fucking Erica and Edward. I’ll handle Erica tonight then I’ll find Stella.”
“Okay, keep in touch. See you tomorrow. I think you are going to be impressed with the overall presentation. Stella did a fantastic job.”
“I have no doubt she did. I wish my phone wasn’t covered in cocaine vomit so I could have c
alled her. I had no idea Erica was setting me up.”
“You know now,” Dana states before hanging up.
Relief washes over me when I finally walk into my house. The last few days have been hell. If I can just get to my shower before having this conversation with Erica, I’ll be happy. Of course, I would be much happier if I was buried deep in Stella with her body wrapped around mine. All I’ve thought about, outside of business, is her. The vanilla on her lips, the way she moans when we kiss, the feeling of her in my arms. Going slow with her is the biggest challenge of my life.
Erica drags her bags in behind me and I rush to the shower, avoiding her. The hot water washes away some tension but my aching cock needs some attention. I stroke it slowly, thinking of Stella in the red heels last week, her legs a mile long. The smile she gave me when I kissed lightly below her ear. The whimper she made when I rolled into her and felt her dampness through the thin shorts she wears. Every memory fills me and I pump faster. The thought of vanilla and strawberries gives me an imaginary aroma and I clutch myself tighter.
Jesus, her hair in my hands, the feel of her body in my arms, her breasts rubbing against me through her flimsy tank top. Thoughts of stripping her bare and finally tasting her sweet pussy as she squirms, begging me for more, fill my mind. My dick throbs in my hand as I squeeze harder. I finally explode imagining her body tangled with mine. Leaning against the wall, my mind is made up, it’s time to tell her the truth about Erica.
I dry off and dress, hoping to get to Erica before she hits the hard stuff. She’s in the kitchen warming up a plate of food the housekeeper left.
“Erica, we need to talk.”
“About what, honey?” she answers sweetly licking her fork.
“You know what. Did you call the paparazzi last night?”
“Of course, that sick article naming you the most eligible bachelor in Atlanta needed to be amended.”
“Erica, we’ve been through this before. I am a bachelor. You need to understand there is nothing between us.”