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Devyn - 24-7-2013 at 03:00 PM
Devyn laughed a little as her thumb wiped over his lips again trying to get the color off. She’d started it as soon as her aunt closed the door on
them, basically attacking him in the hallway forcing the two of them to stumble their way to the elevator, what with their faces all pressed
together. Maybe it was the way he looked in that suit, maybe it was because she hadn’t gotten any in about a month, but she never wanted to stop
tasting him. She wanted nothing more than to have Koi undress her and give her the business in the back of the town car they were taking to this
gala...But then she thought about the gala, which in turn made her think about his mother, which in turn had her keeping her hands and his in
check. She’d spent most of the ride over pausing their little make out session to tell him not to touch her hair or ask him to ease up on her neck
so he didn’t leave a mark. It wasn’t how she wanted it but it was how it had to be. The only time she and Fumie had been in a room together, was
when she was being accused of slutting it up for her husband. She would prefer that she appear nothing but innocent when she met her this time. She
wanted this to go well.
And it was already off to a great start. Despite Koi’s assurance that this night would be the most boring of her life, that sure as hell wasn’t
true for their ride over. He may not have been able to touch much, but he made the most of what he had, which was how he ended up with the lipstick
she was wearing all over his mouth. They’d gotten a tap on the privacy window letting them know they were ten minutes away from The Astor and Dev
figured she’d need at least that long to get herself back together...and to get Koi cleaned up. “We probably should have saved this for after,”
she said as she wiped the last of her lipstick off of his face.
She pulled away from him, drawing into her own space for the first time since getting in the car. Rubbing her fingers together, Dev reached into her
clutch, pulling out a compact and attempting to fix the smears on her own lips. They probably wouldn’t be perfect, but she would settle for
passable. Koi - 24-7-2013 at 05:02 PM
Izzit cominoff? Koi's words were jumbled as Devyn's brow furrowed, her concentration less on his words and more on her effort to get the red
lipstick that had graced her lips when they'd started the night off of his. Her thumb rubbed across his lips, a soft laugh escaping her as she wiped.
He smiled at the sound of her laugh, his hand resting on her thigh where the split in her dress revealed it. Koi liked seeing Devyn like this. Happy,
carefree...post-full on, backseat make out session. They'd got it in back there like they hadn't seen each other in weeks. No...it felt longer, which
was kind of true. They'd never seen each other the way they were that night. Classy. Refined. And kind of...fucking grown. Koi couldn't ignore the
feeling that swelled in his chest as he walked her to their chauffeured ride to the Astor and the driver opening the door for them could barely keep
his mouth from hanging open...all because of Devyn. All because of the girl Koi was with. She was bad like that though. And for that reason, and a
couple of other ones, Koi couldn't keep his hands off of her. It'd started at the elevator, her body pressing against his as soon, her tongue nearly
down his throat as her aunt closed the door to their apartment and it hadn't stopped until the driver signaled their arrival to their destination with
three, quick taps on the privacy screen.
Biting his lip, he chuckled at her words, his eyes still burning holes into instead of truly hearing what she was saying. They probably should have
saved what they'd done in the car for afterward? Nah, it'd been perfect...even if he couldn't really get his hands on her the way he'd wanted to.
Every time he touched her hair or smudged her make up, she'd pull away, some unnecessary warning whispered in his ear before it started all over
again. Man, fuck her makeup. He'd buy her some more. And fuck that dress too... Shit, that night he would've spent anything on her...anything to take
what they'd started to the next level. Shit, his dick was talking that night. It was partially her fault though, that dress doing exactly what it was
probably meant to do...drive him fucking up a wall. It'd been far too long for the both of them for her hair to even be a concern.
"Come here..." He muttered to her as she cleaned the last smudges of her lipstick off of his face, her body moving to the place where she should've
been sitting the entire ride. She smirked as she pulled out her compact and started fixing her makeup. What the hell was the big deal about her make
up? She looked perfect. And the truth was she was never this anal about how she looked. Devyn just kind of did what she did. That shit just came
naturally for his babe. That night, though? She couldn't stay out of her mirrors.
"You look fine..." Koi said, his hand leaving his lap...moving over the center seat and touching her thigh with his finger tips. "...get out that
mirror and come back over here." His hand grasped her thigh as he pulled gently, hoping that she'd forget the handheld mirror in her hand. Devyn - 24-7-2013 at 06:22 PM
Dev playfully cut her eyes at him as he called her back to him. No. They didn’t have time to start up again, they had basically arrived and in mere
minutes she’d be face to face with his mother. There could be no evidence of the things that had gone down in this car. She was going to be on her
best behavior tonight and Fumie was going to think she was a completely different girl than the one she’d met in the kitchen on Valentine’s Day.
She had impressions to make and she was not about to let Koi’s perfect ass lips talk her into fucking it up.
“Babe, no, we’re here. We don’t have time,” she was talking and primping at the same time, rolling her lips together to make sure the color
was even on them. Like she said, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to she just couldn’t. She had to look...Koi kind of finished her thought,
telling her she looked fine as his fingers tickled the skin of her thigh. He wanted her to come back to him, his tickle turning into a gentle pull.
He was cute when he was all needy. She snapped the compact closed, placing it back into her clutch, before turning to him. She moved her hand to rest
on his, turning it over so that she could hold it.
“I’m nervous, kid...-,” she paused, not sure if what she was going to say would make things more awkward than necessary. She wouldn’t be able
to explain it to him because she could barely explain it to herself. She wanted Fumie to like her. She needed it. She didn’t think it would make any
difference in her relationship with Koi, but she wanted his mother’s approval...
“I want her to like me, babe.” Koi - 24-7-2013 at 07:08 PM
They didn't have time? Really!? That was news to Koi. Because given their history, five minutes was time enough for a whole hell of a lot of shit. All
he needed was a minute and thirty and...the hell did she mean they didn't have time? He tried not to look as pressed as he felt as he watched
her reapply her lipstick and fluff her hair, ignoring the plead in his eyes for a "continue now" on everything that SHE'D started in the backseat of
the car. He wasn't calling her a "tease" but... Closing her make up case, she tucked it back into her purse and looked up at him, moving his hand from
her thigh and placing it back on his own. He sighed softly as he sat back into his seat and turned his head to stare out of his side window, the
constant rejection that he was getting from her that night turning from "cute" to "annoying". What was her deal? Not that he needed to be all up on
her...okay, lie. He did need to be all up on her. He'd needed to be all up on her from the second he'd seen the cut of her gown. But she wasn't having
it that night, which he had to say was damn out of character for her. Though...he knew one thing that could've had her resisting him the way she
was...
She couldn't still be upset about the last time they were together, right? He wouldn't have blamed her if she was because he'd taken so much from her
that night, no wonder she didn't want to...fuck, but she did want to be touched. The way that she'd nearly attacked him in the elevator was
proof of that. So, what was going on? Devyn answered his question before he had to ask, her hand turning his over and her fingers falling in between
his own. He found her eyes again as she spoke. She was nervous.
"But Dev...why?" Nerves? For what? Being in a room with a couple...okay, a lot of famous people got a bit nerve wrecking but it was nothing to be
nervous about. Most of them wouldn't even be paying attention to Devyn and Koi. They'd be too busy talking about whatever it was that people talked
about at these events. Most times, Koi just tuned it all out. There was nothing to worry about. She'd be there with him. And Eri would even be there
so that had to be a plus for her too. It would be fine. She'd be the hottest female in the room and she'd have the time of her life with the best
bestie anyone could ever have.
I want her to like me, babe. And there it was. The real reason behind Devyn's nerves. His mother. She was still crazy nervous about
everything that had gone down the first time they met. Correct reaction as Devyn was nearly naked in his mother's kitchen and his mother though she
was his father's mistress. People couldn't make up that kind of drama. With an all knowing smile, Koi brought their clasped hands to his lips, kissing
the skin on her hand. It was the only thing he could think to do to calm her.
"Look..." Scooting closer to her, he looked her in her face, his hand going to her chin to make her look him directly in the eyes. "...trust me when I
say it's gonna be alright. She's gonna love you. Okay?" Devyn - 25-7-2013 at 03:02 PM
No! They didn’t have time. In a few minutes she would have to have at least a half a conversation with his mother and she would have liked to do so
without having a huge hickey on her neck. She just wanted everything to be perfect. She wanted this gala thing to go over smoother than Pharrell’s
skin and if that meant she’d have to keep her hands to herself she was willing to do that. Koi on the other hand wasn’t at all happy about the
idea. She watched him pout after taking his hand off her thigh and she sighed a little. She wasn’t trying to upset him! She just knew this was the
right thing for right now. She wanted to tell him not to be like that, but she knew that would only start an argument they also didn’t have time
for...What they did have time for was the truth. She was nervous.
Koi looked at her curiously, as if she’d said what she had in a foreign language. She really had to explain? Here they were, on something that felt
and looked curiously like a date. Throw in that she would have to see his parents, the father she’d accidently flirted with once and the mother who
later accused her of sleeping with him, and the fact that she was about to be in a room with a bunch of people she was sure she’d only ever see on
TV and she didn’t know how it wasn’t obvious why she might be a little nervous...Of course she wouldn’t lay all of that on him so she went with
the most important. His mom...He smiled at her and it was contagious, her mouth pulling at the corners as he brought her hand to his lips.
Look...She was. She was looking and all she saw was him. Him telling her things were going to be fine. Him assuring her that his mom was
going to love her. Okay? She didn’t say anything, responding by leaning into him, her lips meeting his again, make-up be damned.
“You’re really sexy when you’re being all reassuring.” She was speaking between kisses. Maybe she was wrong, a few more minutes of
this wouldn’t kill her... Zori - 25-7-2013 at 06:53 PM
If that red carpet deal out front of the hotel hadn't made Zori feel like he was completely out of place, then what was INSIDE of the hotel
successfully finished the job. There had been cameras...everywhere, the flash of the lights and shouting photogs making him a bit uneasy as he
couldn't help but wonder who they thought they were photographing. But he paused for a moment on that carpet like a good gala partygoer and even
cracked a bit of a smile, which when he thought about it, probably looked more like a grimace. He didn't stay there long, the "center of attention"
never being something that he hoped to be. He liked to keep a low profile and contrary to popular belief, getting your picture taken by over twenty
cameras didn't really help achieve that desire. So he made his exit, bee lining for the entrance of the hotel...and soon figuring out that there would
be no relief from the cameras that night as there were lights flashing in the lobby as well. It seemed as if the entire hotel was shut down for this
one event and he couldn't help but be surprised at just how big an impact Fumie's foundation was making. Well, Fumie and Shemar as the
operation of Kidd's Kids was shared by both Fumie and her husband.
Husband. Zori still couldn't get over that. How he'd flirted. How he'd completely missed the wedding ring that she wore religiously and how
he made himself look stupid every time she came in, his eyes doing a little bit more than just looking at her when she'd just come in to the gym to
discuss business or present him with official forms. He was damn pitiful. And so where his jokes and the effort he made to start conversation with
her...just to avoid the awkward aftermath of asking out his married business partner. Even though it'd been weeks ago, the feeling still lingered in
his chest when he saw her. The discomfort of trying to make like things didn't go beyond an acquaintanceship...which they really hadn't! But...they'd
sort of had. The harmless flirting. Him asking her to accompany him to the gala when all along, she'd already planned to come with her HUSBAND. It was
uncomfortable. But he knew it was only because he was STILL allowing himself to feel that way. Even though it was an honest mistake...and even though
he knew where Fumie belonged now, he still couldn't stop the tight squeeze in his ribs whenever she was near.
Standing in the photog-less ballroom, he held a glass of champagne that was definitely more for looks than it was for drinking. Although he'd never
been much for blending in, the only thing he wanted to do that night was...just that, actually. Blend. Stay out of the line of sight. Pretend that he
was as at home and comfortable as the people that mingled around him. Their suits looking a little bit more...normal on them while he, on the other
hand, hadn't worn a suit in years. And it probably showed, his broad shoulders shrugging in the suit coat that the tailor had adjust a bit too snugly across his broad
shoulders. This was a world that he didn't exist in, that he didn't think he'd ever truly exist in, really. Glitz and glamour. Money and prestige.
That didn't bother him much as the privileged life was something he didn't think he'd ever know or understand. He was there for one reason. Supporting
the foundation he'd devoted his gym, his time and his effort into. And...supporting Fumie at the same time. Fumie - 26-7-2013 at 01:07 PM
Fumie had to give her event planner credit, this was the smoothest this gala had ever run. When she’d arrived there had been nothing for her to help
with, nothing for her to add, nothing for her to...do, really, at all. Press was under control, all four bars were fully stocked, and everything was
exactly on schedule...except for her son who was almost twenty minutes late. Fumie smiled to herself, thinking of who was making him late. His
girlfriend. The adorable, albeit fast, little girl she’d made such a horrible first impression on just weeks ago. She was going to
make that up to him tonight. She would be nothing but nice to Devyn tonight and it would be genuine. She was sure there was no way the girl that had
won her son’s heart could be anything but loveable. Because Koi didn’t love easy...and Fumie knew why.
Fumie laughed along with the group, a few pro-ballers that Shemar knew and their wives. Jackie Christie’s lewd ass had just finished telling a story
that Fumie was sure she wouldn’t have found entertaining, even if her attention hadn’t been elsewhere. She had been basically attached to Shemar
since she got here, the two of them playing the perfect couple for the cameras and the gala-goers, but she had been waiting for another man since
she’d arrived. Zori. Part of her was worried he wouldn’t show. She could see how uneasy he was about the whole thing every time she brought it up
and she wouldn’t have faulted him for not showing. Things were still a bit awkward between the two of them since he’d asked her to attend this
with him...Maybe because everyday since, she had wished she could...but, no. She was stuck here. Entertaining people she didn’t really care for, all
for the sake of her organization.
Her eyes roamed the room, looking for him again, stopping briefly at her family’s table where she could see Eri’s face glued to her phone,
probably caught in a game of Candy Crush. She could escape and spend a little time with her baby. She was an odd little cookie, wise far beyond her
years, but that didn’t mean Fumie loved her any less. And she was guaranteed to be better company than what she was keeping now. Besides, being so
close to Shemar for so long was starting to make her ill...He was here! Fumie’s thoughts stalled as a smile came to her face, her eyes finally
catching Zori standing awkwardly near one of the bars. She stood, simultaneously explaining to the table that she’d spotted one of her summer
partners and saying she’d be right back. She was lying of course, but she kissed Shemar for good measure, and left before anyone could say much
else.
She pulled at the front of her dress, fidgeting with her hair a bit to ensure she looked...why was she doing this to herself? It didn’t matter how she looked because she
couldn’t have him...but she at least wanted to keep up with him, as Zori was an effortless kind of fine in his suit. She smiled as she approached
him from behind, her hand resting gently on her shoulder before she spoke.
“Zori, honey, hi! I’m so glad you could make it.” Zori - 26-7-2013 at 04:49 PM
Swirling the glass of champagne that he held on to like a security blanket, Zori people watched, which was nearly overwhelming in itself. Now, he was
kind of wishing that he'd used the extra ticket he'd gotten from Fumie and invited Emma, his assistant manager. Knowing her, she probably would've
probably lost it at the red carpet, scurrying back into the car as fast as her legs would carry her. When it came down to it, Zori was just missing
company that lived a life that resembled his. Everyone in that ballroom wore clothing that Zori wouldn't have been able to afford on his BEST day at
the gym. Their hairstyles cost more than his suit had. And he was pretty sure that nothing about the night seemed out of the ordinary for them...not
when it came down to what THEY were use to. But everything was for him. Totally extraordinary and definitely out of his league...and it got
him thinking why he'd even agreed to come in the first place as the woman who invited him was out of his league too. He could've said it was the gym
all day. And in some small part, it actually was about the gym. He loved helping out the community and keeping kids active and inspired. That was his
life's work now. But ...back in the damn recesses of his mind, there was something else. There was another reason. An untouchable reason. A reason
that was very out of his fucking league.
Sourly, he scoffed, the champagne glass going to a passing server's tray as he had no intention of drinking as celibacy wasn't the only thing he'd
been working on for four years. Sobriety, celibacy...and staying the hell away from drama. At least he was managing to do two out of three. Because
showing up at the gala, looking for Fumie the way he was wasn't avoiding. It was walking RIGHT into conflict. And where was she while he was so busy
looking for her? Probably with her husband, smiling...having conversation with their mutual friends. With her son. Being a mother and a wife...and the
driving force behind this organization. And more importantly? Not looking for him. What was he thinking? His hand found his pocket as he
thought about the best way to take his exit, although he was positive no one would come looking for him as...
Zori, honey...
Feeling a hand on his shoulder, Zori turned around and there she was. The very person that he'd decided on "flight" when it came to catching sight of
her that evening. And he probably should've when he had the chance because nothing could've prepared him for seeing her...in that dress. Zori never
prided himself on being a man of his words...and he sure couldn't now as she'd rendered him speechless. As a motherfucker. He swallowed hard, trying
to keep his eyes from wandering down to the deep plunge in her dress and the high pitch of her split. Some women...should really come with a warning.
Fumie was one.
"Fumie...hey." He choked out, leaning in before he fully thought his actions out, his hand wrapping around her waist in a side hug that was probably
more inappropriate than Zori had originally assumed. Pulling out of it as soon as he realized this fact, he stepped back from her, finally allowing
his eyes to take in her dress...as innocently as he could.
"Thanks for inviting me. You...look wonderful." He smirked as his words sort of...ran together. Fumie - 26-7-2013 at 05:52 PM
Her smile grew as she watched his genuine reaction to her dress. It may have only lasted a few seconds, but it was obvious that she’d chosen wisely.
His mouth fell open and his eyes widened before he resisted the urge to fully take her in. She loved it. It was the reaction she used to get from
Shemar. Before he started screwing a million whores, he’d loved her no matter what she was wearing. These days she was lucky if he told her
she wasn’t a complete disappointment before they went out. Like tonight, she’d spent hours putting herself and his kids together for this event.
No, no one but her really wanted to be here, but the kids at least pretended for her sake...Shemar on the other hand had been in a foul mood
since morning and all he’d had to say about her attire for tonight was that she looked ‘Like Shemar Kidd’s wife...for once...’.
Wasn’t he a charmer...
But none of that mattered now. Now, she stood in front of Zori who was trying his hardest not to appreciate her effort, but making it obvious that he
had to try. He choked out a short greeting before his hand met her waist in a hug. Fumie felt herself kind of melt into him, her hand resting on his
toned stomach for just a few seconds before he pulled away from her, even taking a step back. Aw. She wasn’t done...She probably should have been a
little more careful, what with Shemar just on the other side of the room, but she wanted him. There was something about Zori in a suit, his
dreads tied back putting that perfect bone structure on display, how fucking delicious he smelled...mmm...God, she hadn’t had good sex in a
while...
Her thoughts were interrupted as he spoke again, a thank you and a compliment leaving him. “Well, thanks,” she paused, biting her lip a little to
try to keep that damn smile from spreading. “You look really good yourself, Zori...” Without thinking about it, Fumie let her eyes give him a once
over that they probably shouldn’t have. Fuck. Just a few minutes with the man and already she was making things awkward. Gently shaking her head
clear, she straightened up. “You, uh...you liking it okay so far?” Zori - 26-7-2013 at 07:24 PM
Liking it? He was damn near loving it. Especially how her loosely curled hair draped over one shoulder, exposing more of her bronzed skin than, Zori
was positive, was acceptable. She stood out in a room full of things that glittered and shined and it surprised Zori that he hadn't noticed her
sooner. Not the way she looked tonight...wait. She was talking about the gala, wasn't she? Yeah, Zori needed to get his head together and
remember how MARRIED she was? That was his starting place. Yeah, of course she was married. Because no woman that glowed like this on a night when
everything in the room was gleaming stayed single for long. And it was Zori's job to get that shit through his head and keep his eyes above the
neck.
"It's...a lot." He smiled, probably letting Fumie know just how many galas he'd been to in his lifetime. "One" was the answer. And he was at it right
now. There'd been a moment when he'd lived something close the "high life". "Fight Nights" at casinos with names that his nineteen year old self
hadn't even known how to pronounce. And the after parties afterwards? If he hadn't been a bouncer in the French Quarter, he wouldn't have known
half of what to expect. But even then, he never felt like he belonged there. It was always a bit overpowering to him. The condo with more
space than he needed? The life with barely a care in the world? He was bred for hustle. Nothing soft and plush would do.
"But all the same...I'm glad you invited me." Truth. He was. It was a once in a lifetime chance to get to breath the same air as some of the greats he
saw walking around the place. And it was nice. It was nice to know that she had thought enough to give him a ticket to the event. He couldn't really
contribute like most of the big pockets in that room were that night. To do HALF of what they were doing, he would've had to sell the gym, his damn
car, his house...shit, even his dog. He knew that he did what he did for Kidd's Kids the best way he knew how. Opening his gym for the programs they
offered. Using his time to give lessons and hold classes for underprivileged kids. And none of that was NEARLY as sacrificial as the checks that he
knew people were writing that night. But...he'd said yes to see people's hearts...and, against his better judgement, he thought the REAL reason. The
truth. He'd said yes for her.
"And I'm glad she invited you too!" A voice behind Zori drew his attention from Fumie's smile. He turned around and his mouth nearly dropped open
again. Shemar Kidd.Shemar - 27-7-2013 at 10:46 AM
Oh my God, it's Shemar Kidd... A smirk met his lips as he watched two of the finest examples of the word "temptation" walk by his table, his
name a whisper on their lips as they caught sight of him. He nodded to the one in the red dress that was a bit too short for the occasion, but
definitely acceptable for the afterparty he had planned at the Rex after THIS scripted shit. If she was smart, she knew what that nod meant. Not
now. Later... Later. He hated the sound of that word as the only thing getting in his way of getting up from that table and following her was the
anchor sitting to his right. He sighed as another joke passed right over his head and on into the land of "Shemar don't give a fuck". Women ran their
mouths entirely too much at these things and it irritated him that he had to be witness to it. But he had to be "good" for the night, right? Stick
close to Fumie. Play the role of the happy husband to his doting wifey. Give a thankful, gracious speech as the "face" of the foundation at the end of
the night. He couldn't wait for the end. So he could go back to the Shemar that everyone knew and stop playing this ignorant game of "the lies aren't
true". Because they were. Every one of them.
Excuse me for a second... Fumie's voice rattled him from his thoughts...and the memories of the low hemlines that he'd memorized for later.
The fuck was she going? Leaving him at the table with these chatty bitches? Nope. Not acceptable. He didn't care what business she had to adhere to!
As she left her seat, his eyes followed her, watching her adjust her hair as she walked. He had to hand it to her. She looked the part tonight. Not
even with the stylist that he'd gotten for her could fix her some days. She just looked...old and damn tired. Bags under her eyes. Crows feet and
shit. Hell, if he was denying time and gravity, she could too. The only thing that stylist did was give good head. So...he guess he kind of hired her
for something, huh. But tonight? Fumie was playing the role. She'd gotten some spanx or SOME shit and that dress was fitting quite nicely. Hmmm...if
she was on her best behavior, maybe he'd have a little pity on her. Give her some of the daddy dick he broke off on occasion.
Hold up... The fuck was this? Shemar's eyes narrowed as Fumie walked up to some big, burly ass mother fucker who he'd never seen a day in his
life...which wasn't hard as he didn't have much to do with that foundation in the first place. But he'd DEFINITELY never heard of THIS summer
partner...well, or any summer partner...THAT shit wasn't the point! The point was that Fumie just casually trotted up to...and hugged some
nigga who he'd never even been properly introduced to! Oh...okay. Well, he could fix that shit.
Without far to walk, Shemar left the table, no excuses as he saw the confusion on faces that he was supposed to be in the middle of conversation with.
They didn't see him as he walked over, his stride not slowing until he rolled up behind the dude. He was kinda...short. And the suit he was wearing?
JC Penny had a sale, huh? The fuck was this goofy ass motherfucker? Shemar didn't hesitate to break conversation, his first words making his wife jump
as she turned at the same time as this cat that STILL didn't have a name. No introductions?
"Sup man? Saw you over here chatting with the wifey so I thought I'd introduce myself. Shemar Kidd. Retired legend. Nice to meet you."Fumie - 27-7-2013 at 06:10 PM
It’s...a lot. Yeah, she could see that she guessed. She did events like this so often that most of them kind of blended together in her
mind, but her galas...her Superbowl for Kidd’s Kids? This was a night she didn’t pull any punches on and she spared no expense. It was a
night for pretense and even though any part of it that involved her family was a well scripted lie, she put her whole heart into this one night and
“a lot” was...an understatement really. He was trying to be nice, and she smiled at the sentiment. It wasn’t really his thing, but he wouldn’t
say so...it was a refreshing change from her normal life...No, she was not going to think of her husband while enjoy her short reprieve with Zori. He
was a gentleman and he deserved her undivided attention. Attention she was trying ever so hard to give despite thinking of how many ways he might
otherwise occupy her time and attention.
All of those thoughts came to a screeching, violent car wreck of a halt when a voice that was neither hers nor Zori’s broke the air in their space.
Shemar. Ugh! Where the fuck did he even come from?! She sighed silently as Shemar came to a full stop next to her, the word ‘wifey’
falling from his lips as if he used it regularly. Shemar Kidd. Retired Legend. God, she married the most pretentious ass! She probably should
have known things would be like this. From the moment she met Shemar, he’d loved himself; thought himself God’s gift to man (and woman) kind
alike. It figured things would only get worse as time went on...if she hadn’t have been so fucking stupid and blinded by something he made her think
was love, she could have seen the signs and saved herself. She didn’t. So they were here. Fuck.
She tried to keep from rolling her eyes, opting for the fake smile she had become a pro at, as Shemar’s arm wrapped around her waist, more to mark
his territory than because he really wanted to be near her. Fumie was sure he’d chosen a few for his own private after party already. Wasn’t the
shit he was doing now cramping his style or some shit? Couldn’t he do everyone a favor and piss off?!
Instead of asking a question she knew would get her a punishment she had no desire to endure, she provided an introduction, “Shemar, this is Zori
Blount. He owns KnuckleUp, one of the gyms we’re partnering with this summer for the kids to learn Mixed Martial Arts.” He didn’t know what the
fuck she was talking about. He never knew what the fuck she was talking about when it came to Kidd’s Kids because he didn’t fucking care. Fumie
fell silent, she would allow the men to talk and interject when needed. She was sure this would either be a short exchange, or a lengthy one that she
would have to control Shemar in...Exactly how much had he seen between she and Zori? Her greeting? Their hug? Zori - 28-7-2013 at 05:04 PM
Shemar Kidd. Growing up, Zori hadn't too much followed his career. He'd always been a football man himself. But he remembered Shemar's story.
Poor, but extremely talented kid from Detroit. First round draft pick by the Pistons STRAIGHT out of high school. Even though Zori had never gotten
the chance to see him play, his Momma never hesitating to remind him that she "didn't have no money to buy tickets to see men run up and down a
basketball court, he knew Shemar was talented. No doubt. And standing in front of him definitely had Zori a little starstruck he had to admit. It
wasn't every day that you were less than a foot away from an NBA great. And it probably wasn't every day that you asked his wife to HIS foundation
gala. Damn, Zori really needed to let that go. It was an honest mistake. He'd been caught up in a conversation with an intelligent, driven woman
and...he just sort of...got lost in it. He needed to stop trying to blame himself for something that obviously hadn't happened. Nothing
happened. So, why did he feel so guilty every time Fumie was around? If he was a gambling man, which he had been in the past, he would've blamed
it on the thoughts that he'd had about her in that dress. Thoughts that would require extra chanting to get his mind right for meditation that
night.
Shemar smiled as he fully approached them, standing beside Fumie. He smiled the type of smile a man gives another man when he's trying to figure him
out. Understandable, especially with Zori talking to his wife. His beautiful, driven wife. Yeah, Zori understood. Fumie was a treasure. He could tell
the first day he'd met her. She was the type of woman a man aspires to end up with. A backbone. He knew it in how she conducted the meeting with him
at his gym. She took the role she played in her man's life seriously and men prayed for wives like that. At that thought, Zori tried to keep his eyes
unreadable, holding out his hand to shake Shemar's as they greeted each other, Shemar introducing himself.
Retired legend... Oh? Zori's eyebrows rose at the words, his face quickly going unreadable again as he clasped Shemar's hand, his handshake a
little...too firm for Zori's liking. And the reason wasn't hard to figure out as Shemar drew back, his hand wrapping around Fumie's waist. Staking
claim. He didn't have to, though. Zori knew his place.
"Pleasure's all mine. It's truly an honor." Always the gentleman. Zori fell back into his own space as Fumie introduced him. He could've exhaled in
relief as he watched Shemar's face, his expression unchanged. That meant that Zori hadn't come up in uncomfortable conversation or in other words,
"Fumie telling her husband about the partner that missed the big ass rock on her ring finger and asked her for a date." And unless Shemar was a good
actor, which Zori had his doubts about, he had no idea who Zori was. Fumie - 29-7-2013 at 01:57 AM
Shemar needed to go! Why the hell was he even over here with her? The press hadn’t been let in yet and she was sure he didn’t care what anyone in
attendance tonight thought of him confirming a few rumors, so why was he with her? Why hadn’t he picked out a pair of legs or a nice set of fake
tits to cozy up to and promise a night in paradise? In just this one action, she was fucking done with him. Honestly, for the night. For the first
time in FOURTEEN YEARS, Fumie was on the verge of releasing Shemar from his metaphorical prison and telling him to skip his fucking
disingenuous ass speech and just disappear...She allowed her wheels to turn, thinking up an excuse for her to give the public that might explain the
absence of the face of this organization. It was something she could do, but she probably shouldn’t.
She had already made him suspicious, she was sure, otherwise why would he be over here? Sending him away would only make things worse and she didn’t
want him to show his ass in front of Zori, and probably more importantly, at this gala. So she sighed and kept herself quiet after her short
introduction of Zori. She would let the two of them talk, so Shemar could see for himself that nothing was going on and he could dismiss himself back
to some unnamed whore he would entertain for the night. She watched as the two of them shook hands and Zori gave a very gracious hello, Fumie’s
genuine smile returning to her lips, despite her husband’s closeness. Was it an honor to meet him? Maybe. Getting to know him would change one’s
opinion on that though.
Fumie tried her hardest not to scoff and was proud of herself for succeeding. She really wished Zori had known flattery would only make Shemar worse.
That his already big ass head would only grow with the news of what it honor it was to meet him. It was funny how having a little talent and being
well known made a meeting that otherwise would have been a curse, a blessing. There was nothing honorable in meeting Shemar. It was a happenstance
that Fumie often found herself wishing she’d never had to go through. She opened her mouth to make a “joke”, that was more serious than she
would have liked to let n, but she never even got the chance, her husband speaking before she got the chance. Shemar - 29-7-2013 at 03:01 PM
The pleasure was certainly all his as Shemar didn't know WHO the hell "his" was...even AFTER the introduction. The hell did Fumie find this
big ass muscle without a neck from? On second thought, Shemar didn't care. The only thing he remotely cared about was why his wife went through a ten
second "tit and hair check" before she rolled up on this oversized nigga. And she thought that a greeting with a hug at their "family bonding" event
was appropriate. Not that he had worries about Fumie. Not at all. Shemar didn't regret much, but there were things he didn't like about his past, most
of them involving "marrying" and "Fumie". But if there was one thing that he'd done right, it was knocking up the right one. Fumie was devoted. He
didn't have to worry about her doing the stupid revenge shit that other basketball wives got caught up in, spreading what was rightfully his around to
other men. She knew what she had. And she didn't want to fuck that up. He had a smart woman. Damn, he was low key proud of that shit! Crow's feet
wrinkles or not, in some ways...Fumie was still that down ass bitch. And no dread wearing, beef necked motherfucker was going to change that. Still,
it wasn't a bad idea to let them know.
"Wait." Shemar said, feigning deep thought and interrupting what would have been Fumie's next words. Did she have to interject? Didn't she see men
talking?
"KnuckeUp? Oh yeah! That uh...that little ass gym near Trader Joe's, right? That's you? Small fucking world." Shemar took a second to grab a champagne
off of a passing tray, taking a sip as he smiled in Zori's face. What? The shit was little...one of those "mom and pop" type operations that should've
thanked the Lord every time it could pay its light bill. Fumie had partnered with that hustle ass operation? The fuck was she doing with his money? LA
Fitness was in the next city and she was partnering with THIS DUDE? His wife...and her goddamn charity cases.
"I gotta be honest though..." He took another sip between words, lowering his glass as he stroked his goatee with his free hand. "...I'm genuinely
surprised you lasted this long, man." Narrowing his eyes, he looked into Zori's face, waiting for a change...any change to let him know he was
pressing this fuck.
"No offense. Just...going up against larger, more successful operations in the area HAVE to have to be a big drain on what you're bringing in. You
know...cash? You makin' them bill payments?" Shemar chuckled at his own joke before taking another swig, emptying his glass. Fumie - 29-7-2013 at 04:24 PM
Wait. Ugh. Here they fucking went. Again, Fumie found herself asking what the hell Shemar was even doing over here. She didn’t know what he
wanted to say, but since it didn’t start with him making an excuse to exit, she was sure she wouldn’t like it. And there really wasn’t shit she
could do about it now but beg him not to do this. They’d been married for seventeen years and despite hating one another now, they’d established a
bond that enabled them to read one another pretty well. She obviously couldn’t speak out of turn and ask him to fuck off, for various reasons, so
she looked up at him, her smile never faltering as her finger traced a very subtle “no” over his shirt. From the outside looking in, she knew it
looked like a playful little love stroke between a husband and his wife. She’d perfected it that way. But Shemar knew what the fuck it meant. He
knew what she was asking.
But he didn’t give a fuck. He kept talking anyway, insulting the “little ass gym” that Zori owned. Her mouth fell open and she could feel it,
but she could do nothing to stop it. She started to say his name, pull him in, but again he spoke over her; he was going to be honest. FUCKING
ASSHOLE! Here Zori was, at a charity event as a donor being made to feel as though he was the cause. He wasn’t. Shemar had no right! He had
no fucking right to say any of this! He didn’t know shit about this man and here he was insulting his livelihood and trying to make an ass
of him. He wasn’t though. The only person that looked petty and foolish here was Shemar...and by extension Fumie...All this over a fucking
two-second hug?
She pulled away from him, her eyes narrowing at him for the first time that night as she finally looked away from him. The fucking sight of him made
her sick. Her expression went apologetic as she looked to Zori who remained unreadable. She cleared her throat before speaking, Shemar wasn’t
stopping her this time, he was fucking done talking.
“Zori, honey, why don’t you get a drink and have a seat. We should be starting any minute,” she didn’t wait for a reply from him as her face
went angry again, turning her back to him and looking at her husband in the eye. “You and I will talk. Right now.” Still she didn’t
wait for a response, taking his hand and leading him away from where Zori was standing. They covered a short distance to the kitchen. She could hear
Shemar chuckling behind her. He thought this shit was funny. He thought she was fucking hilarious? Not for fucking long.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” She was screaming at him. All movement in the kitchen stopped and Fumie felt herself and her husband
become the spectacle she’d spent the night trying to avoid. Luckily, Ruka was there to say what Fumie hadn’t before she’d exploded. They
need the room. With four simple words, the staff quickly exited. Fumie was probably throwing things off schedule, but she could only handle one
thing at a time. Right now, it was her brash dick of a husband. Taking a deep breath, she tried to regain a little of her composure, gather what
little control she had left...She tried again.
“What the hell was that Tyrell?” Zori - 29-7-2013 at 06:44 PM
If this was some kind of pissing match, Zori wasn't up for it. It'd started with Shemar's arrival and that too tight handshake. He knew it as soon as
Fumie's husband tried to squeeze the feeling out of his fingers. He'd seen the hug. Shemar had seen it and he probably read into it more than
he should've...which is exactly what Zori would've done if Fumie was his wife. Hell, if she was his anything. He didn't blame Shemar for the
ridiculous display of affections and he didn't blame Fumie for returning them, her fingers playing at the front of her shirt as she watched him speak.
He was hers and she was his. There were years between the two of them and only months between he and Fumie. He understood Shemar's anger and Zori knew
now...he would never overstep his boundaries with Fumie again. Straight professional, here on out. No touching. No extra conversations.
Just...respect. No matter how much, even in his time of running from women, he craved someone like her. Devoted. Beautiful beyond reason. Maybe one
day, when it was Zori's time, he'd find a woman like her and wife her. And he'd finally know the reason behind Shemar's actions, first hand.
Zori couldn't help but look away from the affectionate display, his eyes going to, but not exactly seeing the tables full of people surrounding them.
He could still hear Shemar talking as he recognized the name of Zori's gym. Well. That was pretty unexpected. Not like the island of KR was massively
huge, but it was big enough for his business to go completely undiscovered. It was a surprise to know that Shemar Kidd knew it outside of his
foundation's affiliation with it. That was saying pretty good things, Zori guessed although, he'd never been the one to care about notoriety. His name
never needed flashing lights. A short nod was enough of an acknowledgement when Shemar asked about the location and...uh. Little ass gym?
Zori's remained stoic, his eyes going back to Shemar's face, watching the smug smile form on the man's lips. His brain tossed Shemar's sentence around
as best as it could, picking out the ways that he could've meant what he said. And all of them...were coming out negative. There was no
"cleaning up" of words. He didn't make mistakes when he'd made his comments. Shemar had meant what he said. In more words than he'd truly needed to
say, he'd told Zori that his gym was a dime and penny operation and that he was surprised that it was still open. Zori understood. He understood that
Shemar was mad. He could tell that. The shots at Zori's business, the tightened handshake, the greeting. He was fine with just backing off and
pretending that they hadn't met the way they had. But talking about his business? What did this motherfucker think he was accomplishing? Zori already
knew he was out of his league. He didn't need this pompous jack ass to let him know. And he didn't need him trying his life because he was PRESSED
about some silly ass hug that...
Peace, Zori. He felt it. The welling up of fury in his chest. That deep thud of his heart, speeding up and rushing blood. His nostrils were
starting to flare. He...needed to stay calm. Because none of what Shemar was saying was enough to make him lose it. If he'd thought back in his past,
he'd lost it to worse. These were words. Just insults. They didn't matter and Shemar didn't matter. He wasn't going to catch Zori up in his anger.
Fumie's anger, on the other hand, was unavoidable, her smile, apologetic as she told Zori to take his seat and pulled Shemar off towards the kitchen.Shemar - 30-7-2013 at 11:01 AM
What!? Shit yeah he was laughing! Because all of this, the ENTIRE situation was hilarious! Fumie had gotten "huggy" with some bulldozer looking
motherfucker in the middle of an event that was supposed to be "Kidd family friendly" and she honestly thought that Shemar wasn't going to
make a scene? Right. More than eighteen years together and the wifey STILL didn't know her hubby. Who the fuck did she think she was anyway? Because
if they were bringing DATES, she sure as hell should've let him know! Was that what was going on now? Fumie was telling him how the show ran? That's
what it sounded like, as she hissed at him how they WOULD talk...and that they WOULD be doing it right now. Looked like the gala and all of the
preparation getting to that point had gone to her head. Because at no point in time was it ever okay to tell Shemar Kidd what he was gone'
do. He did the fuck what he wanted to and she did what the fuck he LET her do. Like this gala. Like their continued sham of a marriage. Like how
he was LETTING her drag him through past a small group of curious eyes, a low chuckle pouring from his amused mouth.
As they crossed the threshold of the kitchen, Fumie's raised voice barely avoided the attention of the gala guests as the doors swung shut. Oh, but
she did get the FULL and undivided attention of the kitchen staff, their movements freezing as her voice echoed in the open space. Ruka, Fumie's event
coordinator (and the sexiest piece of Asian ass he'd seen in awhile) set into action, quickly ushering them out the back into the employee halls that
ran out of sight and out of mind of the hotel patrons. Shemar was almost a little sad about it though. He loved an audience...
What the hell was that Tyrell? His middle name? Wow. He hadn't been called by his middle name in a while! That was supposed to be the sign
that his wife meant "business", but he wasn't shaken. He smirked at her anger, trying not to laugh in her face so he could spare her fake pride. That
was how you treated amnesia patients right? Take it slow and be patient with them until they remembered their GOT damn selves. Because that had to be
what was happening right now. Fumie had forgotten who the fuck she was. She wasn't some entrepreneur. She didn't OWN SHIT. HIS money was making the
night happen. HIS FAME brought the donations through the door and made it possible for her to charge a damn arm and a leg for this shitty ass food.
AND HIS RESPECT was what was missing from her mouth. All because one night of the year, he let her THINK that she ran something. She didn't run SHIT.
And she was bidding her time before he reminded her of that fact.
"Hey, I was having a conversation..." He answered calmly, leaning against one of the counters after checking it for food residue. He didn't want to
get SHIT on his tuxedo. "Your ass ended it. That didn't have shit to do with me..." With a shrug, he stared his wife in her furious face. She really
needed to be concerned about what all this anger was doing to her already present frown lines. Fumie - 30-7-2013 at 01:04 PM
GOTDAMMIT! Shemar caused her nothing, but stress. What was the point of his little display out there? Was he trying to completely humiliate her on one
of the most important nights of her year? Of course he was. It was Shemar Kidd’s mission in life to ensure that she remained miserable at all
times...and she kept letting him win. She stayed with him and everyday allowed him to make her feel like shit on the bottom of his shoe. Tonight was
usually the night that she and his kids got a break. It was a time when he toned it down and played the role of a loving husband and father for just a
few short hours. For a few hours, once a year, Shemar was tolerable! He’d promised that to her! Not in so many words, but he was a creature of
habit, why was he changing things after 14 years of playing this part?! Zori, obviously.
This whole blow up was about him feeling threatened about her simply having a conversation with another man. Granted, during said conversation Fumie
had been thinking of the positions they might try when he got her into bed, but it was fantasy! She’d learned that she wasn’t like her husband.
That she had a conscious and cared for people far too much to use them the way he did. As bad as she wanted to sleep with Zori, it was impossible. It
wouldn’t be fair to him because she would probably never get away from Shemar...He spoke, breaking her thoughts and answering her question with a
response that lacked any kind of an explanation. UGH!
“Why are you like this? Why are you always fucking like this?!” How was it that the mother of his children could be so visibly upset in front of
him, his actions being the reason, and he didn’t give two shits?! She had the urge to smack that smug ass ridiculous ass smirk off of his face, but
she held back. She was tired of holding back when it came to Shemar! She was tired of his shit. She was tired of him. Period. “I’m so fucking
tired of your shit Shemar...” She was overstepping. She could feel it as all the words she had never gotten to say welled up in her chest and she
tried. She tried to hold them back like she always did, but tonight she just couldn’t. It was all fucking coming out and there was nothing he or she
would be able to say about it until it was over.
“You’re just the biggest fucking hypocrite and I can’t fucking stand it! You go out, you fuck around and you come home and expect me to be there
fucking waiting for you with a cigar and a fucking glass of scotch like a good little Stepford Wife; like some fucking prop in the Shemar Kidd show.
It doesn’t work like that, honey. I have needs too and you fucking know that-,” she stepped closer to him, her face coming inches from his as she
made her point for the situation at hand. “Which is why when you see me just talking to any other man, you get worried. You think maybe
he’s taking care of what you’re not...Is that why you’re so angry Shemar? Hm? You think maybe I found someone else to take care of my
needs, baby?”
She was taunting him. Teasing. But nothing about it was playful and she was sure his response wouldn’t be either. Shemar - 30-7-2013 at 03:37 PM
Why are you like this? Ahh, cry him a fucking river. Nobody asked the damn sky why it was blue. And you didn't catch people lowering their
fucking lips to the ground to ask the grass why it was green! It was what it was and that was the end of it! Shemar Kidd was the same. There wasn't
any reason behind who he was. He was him. He liked what he liked and he did what he did. And that was why Fumie's line of questioning was ignorant.
Shemar had never been one to think of Fumie as "ignorant". Old? Maybe. Uptight, unfun bitch that was only the shadow of the sex tigress that she use
to be? Definitely. But he never thought of her as one to ask ridiculous, stupid questions. She'd always been the one to do as she was told. She didn't
talk back...and if she did? She knew the price. She was the good wifey. The one that men wished they had. Lately, though? All that shit was
backtracking. Maybe because she was getting old and going through the damn "change of life" or some shit. Shemar didn't know! All he knew is that she
wasn't nearly the woman she had been. The arguing and fighting was getting damn ridiculous. He got it now. He understood why his boys were trading out
their older models for the new ones. THIS SHIT right here. Old dogs didn't learn new tricks. They rolled in the fucking mud when you told them not to
and barked their fucking asses off when you told them to "hush". The only answer for THAT problem was a new puppy because for old bitches like Fumie?
Words became less effective and it was usually time to pull out the real shit. Like muzzles and choke chains...and if anyone knew Shemar,
they'd already know. He didn't like to dirty up his bitch.
Ignoring Fumie's question, Shemar's smirk turned into an entertained smile. She was really pissed, huh! It was kind of...funny. Funny to watch and
funny to listen to as she used the word "fucking" a LOT when she was this kind of mad. He just didn't get it! Why was she so damn heated? Yeah, he'd
been on his best behavior in past years, at least keeping the shit that he DID do underwraps. Like fucking that waitress in the Deuce Lounge when
they'd held the annual gala in the casino. Maybe that year shouldn't have been Asian themed... OR the time when the Rex had hosted the foundation's
gala and silent auction? Those two groupies...men's restroom...center stall. He'd used one girl's thong on the other one as a gag. Damn. That night
still got him hard. That wasn't the point! The point was that he had to admit, he'd gotten a bit loud. Broke "fake family night" rules and such. What
the fuck did she expect?! It was simple. Possession. She was his. His bank, that house, those fine ass kids (although one was a juvenile delinquent
and the other one was...Rain Man?), and this foundation? He let her be apart of. What the hell more could she want? Some big ass ape in a Men's
Warehouse suit?
"A hypocrite? Oh...I am?" He asked, his response completely passive as he sighed, watching her rant on. How was he a hypocrite? Because he knew a
woman's place? What the fuck did she want? To play the games he played? Come on...he was a man. And real men did real things, like wander. But that
didn't mean that he didn't know where his home was. He knew. She and kids. That was his home...his legacy. After all of the bullshit was done and
over...when he finally settled down, they'd be there. But her? Doing the same thing? Well, that made her something totally different. A whore. Dirty.
Ran through. Everyone's property. And...Shemar didn't do...public property.
He chuckled again as she spout off to him the things he did like he didn't already know, telling him that he was hypocritical for all of it and that
he shouldn't expect her to play the "good wife" role anymore. Oh? Really now? What should he have expected? A slut fucking another man in his bed? His
kids not cared for? His foundation unkempt? His legacy defiled? Naw, that's not what he married her for. That's not what she agreed to, whether she
said it or not, the many times that she took him back after he'd been out doing what he did. She knew what she was signing up for when he told her he
was going to do him...and yet, she still took him. She stayed. If she wasn't going to do that now, if she'd lost sight of what she agreed to, what
good was she? His smile grew as she moved closer to him, looking him in his eyes...talking dangerously.
"Your needs?" Shemar questioned, his voice barely above a whisper. His fingers moved to her hair, stroking her curls before his hand grabbed her head,
pulling her close to him roughly as he spoke. "Now...when have I ever cared about what you need?"
"You think...that when I'm fucking you...that I'm even remotely worried about what you need? No, it's about what I need." The hand that held
her head, moved to the back of her neck as he held her...his other hand sliding down to where the split in her dress gave way to the skin of her
thigh. He let his hand fall beneath the split, pushing between here thighs...grabbing what he owned.
"Fuck what you need...I take what I want. Point blank." His hand left her inner thigh and quickly moved to her face, his thumb softly caressing her
cheek.
"But if you want angry...I can give you angry...baby..." Fumie - 31-7-2013 at 02:29 AM
This was her fault. Not just the situation she was dealing with now, but her whole life with Shemar. She’d given him the best years of her life and
it was a choice she’d made of her own volition. She could have left. After kissing that white bitch on national television on his son’s 10th
birthday, she did leave. She’d taken her kids and gotten the fuck away from a man that obviously and unapologetically didn’t care for his family.
Back then though, Shemar had a little shame. He’d begged her for her forgiveness, pleaded with her for her to come home. Shemar spent weeks
convincing her that he was trying to be better for her, for their children, for their marriage. And he was really fucking good at it because she went
back to him. A decision she regretted every time she found herself in one of these situations, embarrassed by his brashness or home alone on a holiday
or special occasion that was supposed to be about the two of them...Yeah, she had blame in this upside down marriage that the two of them shared, but
she wouldn’t claim all of it. Both of them had promised for better or worse and all that other shit when they took vows at that expensive
ass wedding. She just never figured his death would be how she wanted their marriage to end.
A hypocrite? Did he not know what it meant? He was a hypocrite, a walking and, literally, “fucking” contradiction. He went around fucking
bitches that would never be half the woman she was and acted an ass when he even thought she might be having a little fun with a man that
would prove twice the man he was...in every sense. He was a jealous, deceitful, arrogant bastard that didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.
And he proved it day after day by neglecting the kids that had long since given up on him loving them and the wife that held the false hope he would
turn back into the man she married. But the more of these fights they had, the longer her rants went on, the more they became necessary, the more she
was beginning to realize the Shemar Kidd that she married was a thing of the past. And he was still changing, especially as she challenged him,
stepping dangerously close to the lie she was meant to toe but never cross.
Her breathing caught as his fingers came to play in her hair. She knew what was coming and gave a short gasp when it finally did his hand taking a
fistful of her hair and yanking her closer to him. Her eyes narrowed and she listened to him tell her exactly how little he cared about “her
needs”. It wasn’t about her. It was all. about. HIM. Something she’d realized years ago. And like a four year old that wasn’t getting his way,
he was throwing yet another temper tantrum, his hands roaming her body before one came to rest at the back of her neck and the other where her thighs
met. She stayed quiet, letting him have his moment and hoping it’d be over sooner rather than later. She hoped he knew though that this didn’t
mean shit. The treat of his violence tonight didn’t shake her like it usually did. She was too tired to spend any of her energy holding back her
feelings.
It was her turn to smile, a short chuckle leaving her lips before she spoke, “Sweetheart, you’re making my point for me. Maybe I should talk a
little slower. I found someone else to worry about my needs. Maybe it’s the man you were just so rude to. Maybe it’s a man you’ve never
even seen...maybe it’s both. But know that just because you won’t properly fuck me, doesn’t mean I haven’t found someone who does. I
learned to do my dirt from the best, Shemar.” She was lying. She wished what she’d just told him was a reality. She wished there was someone
else...and not just for sex. She wished she had someone to talk to about shit that didn’t involve the other women he was sleeping with. She wished
she had someone that took her out every once in awhile, just because. She wished she had someone that cared about her kids beyond what they could do
for him...She didn’t have any of that...But she was more than willing to pretend she did if it meant making him reevaluate his fucking choices.
“Maybe I don’t need you anymore...”Shemar - 1-8-2013 at 04:51 AM
Fuck her point. There was a disconnect in conversation as she just. Wasn't. Getting it! Shemar didn't care. He didn't care if he was proving
some moot point that she was trying to make about him and his behavior because WHEN had anything she'd ever had to say MATTERED? Her pleasure? Her
happiness? None of it mattered! This little act was getting old. This "I am woman, hear me roar" was tired and it made his head fucking hurt. THIS was
why, when they fucked, he did it from the back now. She wasn't "wifey" anymore. It was THAT MOUTH. Talkin' about her needs. WHO gave a flying fuck
what she needed when all that mattered was Shemar's needs? He needed the wife back that shut the fuck and realized that when it came to them, he ran
shit. He needed their life back when she'd just shut the fuck up and take what he gave her. He NEEDED for her to stop talking out of her damn vagina
and drop this feminist bullshit.
"Are you still on this 'your needs' bullshit?" He talked over her silly ass rant about some other man fucking her or...whatever. Right. If she was
fucking someone else then he was the goddamn Pope because nobody believed that. She stayed too DAMN TENSE to be getting that back broke out by anybody
BUT him. And besides, her pussy still curved to his dick. He'd believe it when everything about her didn't play on REPEAT during sex. And he wasn't
properly fucking HER? Priorities...
"DIRT? My dirt? See, baby, that's you problem. All you see is the 'dirt'. Not the shit I DO FOR YOU. But how could you? Selfish...ass." He hissed, his
face pulling away from its closeness to hers. She just didn't get it. Nothing that he was doing was at fault. He was doing what he was programmed to
do, what he was supposed to do. He went out, he had his fun, he didn't bring his shit back to the house when she or the kids were there. He never,
with exception of that night, embarrassed her in public and he kept her. SHE NEVER WANTED FOR ANYTHING! And all she could tell him was that he was a
dirty motherfucker and that he wasn't pleasing her?! She didn't even HEAR herself! Ungrateful ass bitch. She didn't know how good she HAD it. Yeah,
there were other women. Yeah, he fucked them from time to time. BUT HE CAME HOME TO HER. And the kids. He knew where his home was! But was she
thankful?! Fuck no. She wanted to bitch and moan about her NEEDS. If it wasn't cheaper to just fucking KEEP HER...
Or the fuck was it? Maybe I don't need you anymore... What did she just say? Without another word, Shemar drew back, the palm of his hand
connecting with the side of her face. The sound of his slap bounced off the walls of the kitchen and the force of it unbalanced her, his eyes
following her to the floor. He squeezed his hands at his sides, his nostrils flared as he tried to keep from hitting her again. He couldn't...not now.
Not when she had to parade herself in front of the hundreds of sponsors to their foundation. Not when she had to sell a lie.
"You will always need me. Always." Crouching down to where she sat on the floor, his mouth close to her ear, he smirked. "Or maybe if you
need reminding, I can just take Koi and Eri out of that prissy as fuck private school. I'm sure Koi would do MUCH better in the military...right? Or I
can just take Kidd's Kids away from you. And then we can really see...just how much you don't need me."
Drawing back, he stood to his feet a dry chuckle leaving his lips as he adjusted his suit coat, took the handkerchief from his pocket and threw it
down to her.
"Clean up...your guest are waiting for you."Ruka - 1-8-2013 at 05:34 AM
There were too many moving pieces in this event for the delay Ruka had just allowed in the kitchen. She knew though that Shemar Kidd would be trouble.
As always, Ruka had done her homework and she was well aware of how much of an act this night was on the part of the host. Fumie and Shemar had been
married for almost twenty years and he’d been a pain in the ass for more than half of them. On this night especially, which was why she’d taken
the necessary extra precautions. All the bartenders were male, the Kidd table was situated in a nice cluster of guests over the age of 35, mostly
married, and none of the female staff that she could effect could even remotely be mistaken for Asian. Yes, she knew his taste and yes, she
knew that that covering most of her bases wouldn’t guarantee her a drama free night, but she’d tried. Apparently therre were still ways for him to
piss off his wife. She felt kind of bad for Fumie when she thought about it...So she usually didn’t, focusing instead on keeping the press out until
the time came for them to enter the ballroom and making sure this gala didn’t fall off schedule due to marital spats.
Ruka sighed a little, crossing the ballroom toward the stage to ensure the problems they’d been having with A/V were indeed solved. She was sure
they were as she’d calmly explained to the repair technician her expectations when she returned in twenty minutes. Sure, it had only been
10 but, most everything else was taken care of...of course this moment of peace would probably pass once Amiri arrived. Ugh. He’d been more of a
pain than usual lately. She didn’t know what his issue was but he’d been throwing subtle tantrums from almost a month now and it was getting
really old really fast. Finding out he was a donor for tonight only added to the long list of “moving pieces” she didn’t want to deal with. Not
that Amiri would cause a scene, but she really had no patience for attitude tonight.
And as if on cue, Ruka caught sight of an impeccably tailored suit that could only be worn so well by one man. Lovely. Changing directions, she
approached him, knowing how he loved for his presence to be immediately acknowledged. “Amiri. Good to see you as always.” She did not offer a hug,
nor her hand because as of late Amiri accepted neither. He was being a child about something and if it continued tonight, she was going to find out
what. Amiri - 1-8-2013 at 03:44 PM
The same unamused stare Amiri normally wore during these kinds of events was securely etched into his solemn features. Although tonight, the mask was
not merely a defiant, seemingly unentertained mask. It was truth. Through and through. He was sulking...and he'd been sulking for the past few weeks.
Since he had seen Evita... He just could not get her out of his head...not that that had just begun to be an issue as she and the events that
led to her departure from his life would pop up at the most inconvenient of times. But now, she was not just there...in his mind...unceasingly. She
was here. In Kapuhai Reef. And no amount of diversions would remove her now. Not the pressures of work. Not his family. And not the ever available
harem of lovely escorts that filled the remainder of his time. Nothing stopped her from being there. She was not as easy to rid himself of. She was
not only in his thoughts now. She was there...in flesh. A fiercer reminder of the things that he had failed and seemingly left behind. Or more
accurately, things he had failed and had left HIM behind.
And not only was Evita's appearance unsettling, it brought back the worst in him. Not that Amiri ever believed the worst had completely departed, but
he had forgotten the boy he was until he looked the thing the boy loved in the face. His mood, to put it nicely, was surly at best. The new assistant
that Nema had hired for him had been fired...twice in that very week alone. Madgeline's incessant complaining was like a yelping dog, constantly
wanting and grasping and...ugh. And he could only thank Allah for Rhomie's absence. Her jet setting on the company's dollar being the least of his
concerns. And then...there was Ruka. The thought of her subconsciously resulted in a subtle lip curl. He felt it there and knew exactly why it was
there. Memories. Of course, they were in another day...and another time. And Amiri had long ago made peace with the past animosity between
the two, blaming youth, equal passion and ambition. But it was resurfacing now with Evita's arrival, which was not a surprise...
...as Ruka had been the end of it all.
And by "it all", Amiri meant everything. Every moment of happiness. Every kiss. Every touch. Every thought of their future together. Ruka had ended
it. And there was no way that he could look her in the face now...and not feel the same angst he had felt the very night it had all fallen down. Now
that he knew that there was no way...to ever get it back. Evita had moved on. Her life full. Her family, beautiful. She had a beautiful boy child now.
The sparkle in her eye. The love in her heart. Everything that Amiri had been...
Amiri.... The sound of his name was no surprise to him as he had waited in the very spot, which happened to be the open area near the table
he had been assigned to. In plain view. Waiting for her...the one person who he came to torture with the sulking he had made habitual in the past
weeks. Ruka. It was true, he was looking for the very person who made Evita a passing rendezvous instead of his life. Maybe the saying was
true. Misery enjoyed company. Or maybe, as his weeks since spotting his ex-love had been horrible, he just wanted share the wealth.
"Hello Ruka." He spoke between his teeth, rubbing the front of his suit coat smooth. "The pleasure is most definitely all yours." A soft sneer played on his lips as he turned to her, eyeing her boredly before he
turned away.
"So...this is the gala that everyone was SO excited about?" His face fell as he looked around, silently telling of his displeasure. Ruka - 1-8-2013 at 04:47 PM
Ugh. She could already see that this night was going to be longer than expected. She had not yet decided if it was just going to feel that way or if
she would actually be given the extra task of dealing with whatever had Amiri looking as if his dog had died. Reading his face before she spoke, she
knew the odds were leaning in favor of the latter. With so much going on for her tonight with this event, she would not be able to handle his annoying
microaggressions tonight. In a probably futile attempt to start things off well, she was pleasant to him. Convincingly lying through her teeth and
telling him how good it was to see him. She could already feel the attitude rolling off of him lke some sort of strange heat that threatened to burn
through her patience faster than would be beneficial. Ugh.
He returned her greeting, the unamused look on his face spilling over into his voice. It was the same emptiness he’d been speaking to her with for
the past few weeks and she was growing tired of it...but she held her tongue, allowing him to continue and explain that the pleasure was all hers.
Ruka chuckled a bit feeling a familiar tingle in her throat that meant nothing good for the person on the receiving end of whatever came out. Her
perfect red lips pulled in in an effort to hold her tongue and not completely muff this night and her job as his event planner. She would give him a
chance. She would allow him to even himself out and get his life together before things went south between them...But things only got worse as he
commented on her event in a thinly veiled insult that was made plain in the expression on his face. That was it.
“It seems not everyone. Is there something you’d like to say...about anything?” Amiri - 1-8-2013 at 05:18 PM
What was this? Fishing for hints? Details, maybe? Reasons why she had been the bane of Amiri's existence for the past weeks? Amiri smirked, his eyes
cutting sideways at Ruka, capturing her face. The look of annoyance was clear, the blood pooling in her cheeks underneath the milky surface of her
skin. The sign of annoyance that Amiri had become very familiar with in her time working with his company. He knew there was something obvious lying
behind her lips, perhaps...something that she wanted to say to him? And he reveled in it. She was annoyed. Wonderful. There was sinful
enjoyment...pleasure in ruining her evening...making her feel the same spite and anger he felt. It sat in his stomach, squirming and unsettled as it
lay there, waiting to be revealed. Did she really want to know what vexed him so? Not really. She only wanted to solve the issue so that she could
continue working out the possible kinks in the evening. Every kink meant a brewing problem and if he knew Ruka, which he did, she was in the business
of crisis control. Search and scratch out the issue before it brews into catastrophe. Well, she would be searching and scratching a little longer as
Amiri could not resist the look in her eyes when she made an effort to say EXACTLY what was on her mind.
"Now...why, I wonder, would I have anything to talk about with you?" He spat, sneering at her offer to add another job to her full agenda and
become his therapist as well. It was right for her to be curious, he guessed, as only weeks ago, he had been less than hesitant to defy Nema and ask
her to join him for drinks at CRAFT...which she quickly denied the invitation to. From drinks to aversion in a matter of weeks. Yes, very conspicuous.
She was right to wonder...even if it only meant solving a puzzle and continuing on with her evening. Which was why it was so satisfying to deny her
what she wanted....just as she had for him...years ago.
"Tell me Ruka..." His body turned towards her, his eyes boring into her. "...what would it even profit you to discover the reason behind my
displeasure with you?" With a snort, he looked away from her. "You do not care. You only care for yourself. Do not pretend with me..." Ruka - 1-8-2013 at 05:54 PM
She wasn’t babying him tonight. She had no idea what was wrong with him. Maybe one of his conquests had proven as unclean as Ruka believed them all
to be, maybe something had gone wrong on a business deal, perhaps he was having trouble dealing with his family. Whatever the reason, it had nothing
to do with Ruka. She’d been nothing but polite to him in the past weeks, complying with his every request as usual and allowing him to speak out of
turn without consequence. She could only take so much. His tantrums had been going on for long enough and it was time for him to grow up and
at least pretend to be remotely professional. History or not, Ruka was in a professional environment and she would not allow Amiri to spend the night
making things as impossible for her as humanly possible.
He responded to her slowly, his words nothing compared to the look he was giving her. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her head falling to the side, as
that tickle in her throat became an itch. Quiet was safer for her until she figured out where he was going to take this. What exactly had had him so
upset with her for weeks now? How had they gone from one extreme to another so quickly? She still remembered his relentless attempts to get her to go
out with him for drinks after this meeting or do dinner with him after another. Now all of a sudden she was public enemy number one? It didn’t sit
well with her and there was obviously something wrong so what was it?
Tell me Ruka...And it began. An explanation that she could tell wouldn’t be pleasant, but would lead to what she needed to hear to get him
out of whatever rut he was in so that they could move on. To be quite honest, she had grown to enjoy his company before he became a new version of his
teenaged self. The Amiri that stood in front of her was the rude and unpleasant memory from her youth. Someone that was not tolerated in the past and
would no longer be tolerated in the present. She was done and as he finished, it became clear to Ruka just how “done” she was.
“Good. You do understand what is happening here, then. I would like to get back to my work and your attitude is preventing me from focusing not only
on this event, but yours as well when we are in office,” she paused, stepping closer to him and allowing her eyes to stare into his directly,
“Let’s drop pretense, shall we? Why don’t you tell me what the problem is Amiri and then I’ll decide if I care enough to
pretend with you...” Amiri - 4-8-2013 at 09:45 AM
And there it was. The striking hiss of the snake. The stinging bite that Ruka's tongue was so very famous for. Her response was quick and
direct, "cut throat" if you will. The very thing that Amiri had grown from complete loathing to quiet respect for in their adulthood. He had grown to
enjoy Ruka's inability to be anything but forward, both professionally and personally. Although he had yet to reap the benefits from the latter.
Professionally, Ruka was a prize. She never failed to carry out any task placed before her and she would do it, with great fervor...no matter what.
But that evening, Amiri couldn't not favor her ambition. He only hated it, as he knew what it meant. Ruka Souen did the necessary at all
times...no matter what she destroyed along the way. And She had destroyed so much of Amiri, though he could not say he had not done the same for
her. It was a "cat and mouse" game. Chasing and running away. Capturing and attacking. An end of one game opening into the beginning of another. But
she had played too closely and too dangerously when it came to Evita. Perhaps it had not hurt as badly for Amiri when he could not see the thing he
had lost. When he was not close enough to reach out and grasp her, clasp her to him...hold her in his arms...yet, he could not. He had not known the
weight of losing Evita until she appeared before him, truly lost to him. And Ruka had been the blame for it all. Her quick, snakelike tongue had
bitten and poisoned that, too. Just as her words were biting at him now, the cold deadness of her unamused glare cutting into the dulled brown of his
eyes.
He smirked at her words, letting them sink in. His silence had affected her? Well. That was a surprise as nothing affected the almighty Ruka Souen. Or
so he had believed, but her words spoke the opposite, asking him to go ahead and stop the games so that she could continue on without him at her
life's work and he could continue on without her, the memory of what would have been his life's work sending stabbing pains through his heart.
"If it means you leaving my presence, perhaps you are right. Let us drop pretenses." His chin elevated as he looked down at her, his interest in
speaking to her far beyond her TRYING to care with him. He only wanted...he did not know what he wanted. He did not know what he thought he was
achieving through all of the anger he had held with her for weeks! He only knew that he...that Evita made him...hurt. He hurt again. He hurt
in a way that he had not felt since the very night she turned her back on him, refusing to look at him. He felt the sting of her rejection...and he
felt the burning anger that he had been forced to bury with the death of his father and his departure from Oregon. He...had not been allowed to
retaliate, only forgetting those things that he could no longer change...could not longer avenge. Everything was over...until Evita arrived. Now,
there was only a need to...share this hurt. Make Ruka hurt. Make her understand just how much she had ruined and destroyed.
But where to begin? I saw Evita. You ended us. Prepare for my swift revenge! No, not quite.
"You and I...have been through many things together, would you not agree? The dismantling of my car...the dismantling of your reign. I have memories
that will never fade...and memories that had begun to fade, but have recently been made very clear to me now..." His voice was cold, no where near as
sentimental as they were that day in Cipriani's. He narrowed his eyes at her, his teeth gritting against the emotion he felt threatening to pour from
him.
"...like, the memories of the future you consumed? My future..." Feeling his nose flare in bridled fury, he drew closer to Ruka, a grimace rippling
across his features.
"You took her from me. And even now that she is back, I will never, EVER have her...because of you." Ruka - 4-8-2013 at 01:52 PM
She did not have the time nor the patience for his games today. She was working a multi-million dollar event and that required a great deal of her
attention and right now, she was giving most of it to someone she was beginning to think didn’t deserve it. She was done with his quiet tantrums,
done with his passive-aggressive demands, and completely done with the blatant disrespect he was spewing tonight. She would not stand for it and she
told him so in so many words. She was offering an olive branch, really. He obviously had a problem and she was willing to fix it; if only he would
tell her what it was. He wouldn’t, of course. Like everything else he was probably going to try to make her jump through hoop after hoop to get the
information she wanted. Little did he know, tonight was the one night she was not making those jumps. Despite what he thought, she did care. She was
simply out of patience.
It had been some time since she wanted to hit anyone, but as Amiri opened his mouth and began speaking to her the urge became quite intense. She could
feel her jaw clench a bit, as he agreed to drop the act and just say what was on his mind. If it means you leaving my presence...Ugh! Was
that really necessary? If he really wanted her gone, all he had to do was say so. With the way he was acting, part of her had hoped he would just tell
her to go away so that she wouldn’t have to endure the sulking he was doing now. But he had not. He’d volleyed her questions back to here and
opened up a discussion. So they were going to discuss whatever it was that had him behaving like the child she so despised in their youth.
Ruka listened as he began a slow and wordy explanation for his behavior. He was speaking in riddles and Ruka was sure her unamused annoyance showed
clear on her face. She did not ask him for some long winded walk down memory lane. She remembered their time together. His car, his success in the
impossible task of taking one of her minions, she remembered. What was the point of it all though? It was the past and it was over. They were no
longer those people and she had been under the impression that they had moved past the indiscretions of high school. Was she wrong? Obviously, because
he was now linking past and future in a strange and disjointed justification for the present.
“The point Amiri, please-,” her words and her resolve were unflinching as he drew closer to her, his anger apparent in the grimace that overtook
his features. What was it she’d done to elicit this reaction from him? She could see in his eyes the hate he was harboring for her and
while she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing it on her face, his expression hurt her a little...
He came to the point swiftly, his words beginning just as her ‘please’ ended. You took her from me. Her? What on earth... “Amiri, what
are you talking about? Who did I take from you?” Her confusion was genuine. As clear as their past was to her, she could not piece together what
might have been so important then to effect them now...or rather who... Amiri - 4-8-2013 at 03:37 PM
Why had he not expected this? The blank stare on Ruka's face as he finally explained the reason behind all of his seemingly unjustified anger. The
slow confusion. But no realization. No shock. No hint of realization of what Amiri could have possibly been talking about or referencing to. In fewer
words, Ruka did not know. She did not have the slightest idea what Amiri was going on about and frankly...he felt like an idiot. Of course she did not
remember. The Ruka he had known was ruthless. She did not stop to make memories along the way, especially about people and things that meant nothing
to her. They were only stepping stones to an endgame. Stepping stones. Ha. Amiri was too kind. More like bugs. Insects, that clumsily skittered into
her path and were crushed underneath the weight of her ambitions. That was more like it. And Evita had fallen prey. Ruka had not stopped to collect
names along the way. She had only destroyed and left Evita to burn, smoldering in the ashes of Amiri's betrayal. There was nothing for Ruka to
remember. And he was a foolish idiot for even thinking that she would have.
Scoffing, he stared at Ruka for a moment, his face not nearly as clueless as her own. He knew that there were no recollections for her. There would be
no moment of clarity in her face. And he would not look for one now as it would make him seem even more desperate...and childish than he had at the
present moment. More and more, he realized how pointless saying anything to Ruka had been. No one's past had been thrust back in their face...no one
except for him. He could not have expected anyone to truly understand outside of himself. Why would Ruka have cared? She had not when she took Evita
from him in a ploy to ruin him. Why would she begin to care now? It had been a foolish assumption on his part. There was no one to share the pain of
seeing Evita again except for him. She had been his. His love. His life. And when she left him...it had been because of HIM. Not Ruka. Ruka was only
the device, he knew that. He had known that before the anger overwhelmed him and made him lash out at her. But she was not the entire blame. He had
played his part in Evita's leaving and he had continued to play his part in his torture in the reminder of his loosing her...forever.
"You..." He finally said, his brow furrowing as he tried to make words that made any sense as none of this had made any sense to Ruka in the first
place. His mouth closed again, failing at words as the more he made gaping, opening and closing fish faces at her, the more he knew she was moving
from fear to complete belief that he had lost his mind. He looked away from her as the confusion that had been on her face before now looked like
judgement at his irrational moodiness that had still gone unexplained.
"Of course you do not have any idea...what I am talking about." He finally pushed out, shaking his head as he backed away from her. Stupid. So very
stupid. He had been...the stupidest...mastool to even start this with her anyway! Sighing with irritation, he looked at Ruka again.
"You? Remember Evita? That is laughable." He still was not making sense, but he had to say it. He had to say this and walk away with the last dignity
he had left...and expect a call from Nema later concerning his behavior. Yes, it would be a fantastic night...
"She never meant anything to you anyway."Ruka - 5-8-2013 at 03:01 PM
This was a rarity. Ruka Souen had no idea what someone was talking about. She was rarely clueless and the fact that Amiri had rendered her so only
added to her frustration. She had taken someone from him? What on earth was he talking about? And how was she preventing them from being together now
that she was “back”? Ruka had already told him that they could not be as long as they maintained a business relationship. The two of them were not
tied to one another, so she had absolutely no idea where any of this was coming from. They were friendly enough, but they were hardly in the kind of
relationship that kept him from “having” someone. It was her understanding that Amiri Ben Hassi could have what and whoever he wanted...
Amiri scoffed at her questions and quite possibly the obvious confusion on her face at his accusations.She watched, waited for the curtain to be
pulled back and the topic of conversation to become clear. Couldn’t he just be straight with her? A name, the situation, any clue that might help
jog her memory, because now she was genuinely interested in what had him so upset. It was an enigma wrapped in an inexplicable mystery that she now
had to solve. She was trying though. He’d given her enough to know she’d done whatever it was she had before they were reunited and that there was
a girl involved. With Amiri’s history though, how was she to know which girl specifically he was referring to?
He spoke finally...or tried to. All that left him was an unattached ‘you’. She watched his mouth open and close and felt the confusion on her face
slip to worry. Amiri was worrying her. He wasn’t making any sense and he was so upset about...something. She just wanted to understand what was
going on. She didn’t know if it was the look of disappointment on his face, their history together, or their status as friends in the present, but
Ruka was about to allow Amiri to see a side of her usually reserved for family.
“Amiri, love...-,” she wanted to apologize; apologize for not understanding what it was that seemed so important to him, but he interrupted her.
Of course you do not have any idea...what I am talking about. She sighed as he took a step back, shaking his head. This was different from
how he had been in the past weeks. Then she’d found herself annoyed with his foolishness. Now, she just...she felt bad...and she rarely allowed
herself to feel bad for others. “The only reason I do not understand is because you won’t tell me what’s going on, Amiri.” She was speaking,
but he didn’t seem to hear her, his word going on as he finally mentioned a name.
Evita...Evita...She sighed. She had no clue who this Evita was or what her connection was to her. Obviously it was Amiri, but she honestly
couldn’t even place a name to her face. There were so many she’d deemed unworthy of a memory back then...and as if he heard her thoughts, Amiri
echoed them. He wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t meant anything to her. Hell, he hadn’t meant anything to her when they were teenagers. They
were just schoolmates. Adversaries. Someone she had fun matching wits with every now and again. But now...things were different...She was at an end
with this whole thing though. She was trying her hardest to understand him, but he wasn’t giving her very much to work with. Heaving an exasperated
sigh she tried a final time.
“What is it you want from me?”Amiri - 6-8-2013 at 12:30 PM
The growing confusion, hinted with worry on Ruka's face only made Amiri feel increasingly...ridiculous. There he stood, a full grown man. A
representation of the memory of his father. The face of a massive corporation...looking like the head of an ASS. Or rather the backside of one. He
could almost hear the voice of his reprimanding father. Shuma, Amiri. Shuma. Shame. That was what he felt at his stupidity. And the absolute
embarrassment of being whom he never wanted to be...a fool. A desperate, irrational fool for Evita. That part of his life was...over. Yes? It
should have been. It should have been locked away with the rest of the unrequited memories in his mind. The things he would never do now that he was
his father's protege. The behavior he had been displaying for weeks that had no place in his the new life he lived. All because of dredged up memories
from the past. Memories he could have done without...
And he knew, even in his embarrassment as Ruka called his name, her voice softer, foreign...more compassionate than it had ever been with him. He
did not mean his thoughts. He looked away from Ruka at the thought, her eyes pleading as she spoke. He could not do without the memories of his
old life. He missed them. He missed Evita. No matter how married she was. No matter how much of a unreachable thing she was now in her
happiness...so fulfilled. He did not know how he had lasted so long without thinking of her as he was now. How had he gone so long without calling her
name? Touching her soft skin? Seeing her smile? And now that every smile would never be because of him? There it was...the bittersweetness of it all.
Evita was no longer a figment to him...but she would never be his.
Amiri would not look at Ruka. Not while there was pity in her eyes. He did not need her pity. He could not bear to even...see someone who had moved
past the pain he would never stop feeling over Evita. She would never know, nor care how it felt to want something she could never have. Nothing was
out of Ruka's hands. That was very evident as Evita was clearly out of Amiri's. Ruka's hand was powerful...and she had dealt the fatal blow those
years ago. So fatal that the impact was still being felt now. But was it her fault? No...it was Amiri's. HIS own. His own clumsy, stupid fault...
What is it that you want from me? What did he want? The answer was very clear.
"Nothing. I need nothing from you." He muttered, his face still turned from her, his steps backing away before he turned towards entrance of the
ballroom. He did not need anything. Nothing would make THIS better. Nothing...so he took what he could give himself. Fresh air...and a moment to clear
his head.Devyn - 7-8-2013 at 03:11 PM
Dev wasn’t going to lie she was a little star struck. Before even getting out of the car she could see a pool of people blinding celebrities with
flashbulbs and camera lights. She was forced to make things awkward once again as she couldn’t risk her father seeing a picture of her in
anybody’s newspaper. Of course she couldn’t mention that to Koi because that would lead to questions about why...but she really didn’t have to
explain. There were a few unavoidable shots of them getting out of the car and one or two before she asked Koi if they could skip the spotlight. He
was cool about it and they made a quick line for the ballroom. Perfect. Kind of...She was still in her nerves about his parents, despite him doing his
best to keep her mind off of it. Koi had been hilariously inappropriate since the end of their make out session, whispering the silliest things to her
on the red carpet about how she looked in “that dress” and the many different things he wanted to do after she took it off. He was making her
smile and she appreciated that, but she still wasn’t too confident about seeing his parents again.
An anxiety that only grew when they did finally enter the ballroom. The place was amazing. The overhead lights were off but there were
spotlights and candles on each of the tables that seemed to make the room glow. The chairs were draped in white, with the backs tied in this thick,
red satin ribbon and the centerpieces were vases like overgrown cocktail glass with beautiful long stemmed white lilies inside. “Oh my God,
kid...-,” She’d meant to play it cool, but she was awe struck. She may have never been to one of these things before, but his mom had outdone
herself with this one, she was sure. Koi’s hand met the small of her back and he began leading her across the ballroom. To his sister.
Devyn smiled her eyes catching Eri giving them two of them a small wave. As usual, she was absolutely adorable...and currently innocent.
Something she and Koi might change if he kept talking to her like an old creeper. But he would chill in front of his baby sister right? Of course he
would...
“Eri, sugar hi,” Dev smiled as she stood and the two of them hugged. She was getting love from the kids in the Kidd family. Would she be able to
say the same for their parents? Koi - 10-8-2013 at 09:21 AM
Here we go again... which was the pretty consistent thought running through Koi's head that evening, he and Devyn's black towncar pulling up
to the long queue of cars letting out at the red carpet of the front of the Astor. He'd watched Devyn's face as they'd gotten closer to the hotel and
there was this...nervous excitement there. It was kinda cute and Koi wished that he could've been feeling the same anticipation she was wearing. But
this was the fourteenth year the "Fumie and Shemar are happy as fuck and have the greatest kids in the world" show and Koi had BEEN tired of it. By
now, he knew just about how the evening would go. Pictures on the red carpet. His family's publicist beelining him into the hotel to avoid reporters
who knew the difference between fact and fiction and wanted "the real deal" on his family's drama. More fakeness as he greeted his parents' friends.
And then...sitting. A shit load of it. Sitting and watching. Sitting and eating. Sitting and politely clapping and then sitting and WAITING for the
entire thing to be over. That had been the agenda for the evening every year without fail and Koi did his part by going through the motions, without
complaint. Well...without a lot of complaining.
But this year...was going to be different. Right? It had to be...because his babe was with him. That automatically changed the game. Instead
of sitting at their family's table, pretending to care about anything anyone said that night and playing "Ruzzle" with Eri, they'd have Devyn that
night. Eri loved her company as Devyn was probably the sister that she would never have. And Koi...well, it was obvious why Koi wanted her there as
she was a very welcomed distraction. THAT DRESS was a very welcomed distraction. This year's gala would be one of the more memorable ones...which
meant that it would be one of the ones that he wouldn't mind remembering as the past couple of years...hadn't been. At all.
His assumption was proving to be right as they exited the car and a few photos into it, Devyn was asking to skip the photogs and head into the
ballroom. He didn't have any problems with that as forcing a smile when fifty people were shouting at him to "look over here!" or "turn this way!!!"
got old quick. They didn't need the spotlight. Not that night. He just wanted to get into the ballroom, sit down and get the shit started...so they
could get to the end of the night and really get shit started...
Oh my god, kid... Koi looked down at Devyn where she stood by his side, a smile on his face as he watched her mouth drop. He had to admit,
his Moms had done an amazing job. She did every year. No detail went untouched when she put on for Kidd's Kids. The room was as extravagant as it had
been in past years. The mood lighting was right and the tables looked like art. Koi chuckled as he watched the night pleasantly overwhelm Devyn, his
hand meeting her back as they walked to their reserved table, Eri already there, a small wave signaling them to her.
She stood as they approached the table, her lanky frame standing a little bit unsurely in her blue taffeta dress. Koi had to admit, nothing looked awkward about her that night. She smiled sweetly as she greeted Devyn, pushing her loose
curls back behind her shoulder before she wrapped Devyn in a tight hug. Koi had to admit, his mom had done a good job fighting her into those clothes
that night. Eri hated dresses and she hated cute. But when she conceded, it was worth the fight.
"Hey little babe." He gave his sister a quick side hug. "I have to say...you were definitely NOT this cute when I left the house..." With a laugh, he
dodged Eri's playful swat before she turned her back on him and faced Devyn, ignoring him in playful anger.
"Devyn...you'll sit by me?" Eri's little voice was barely audible over the music in the ballroom as she spoke to Devyn. Koi smiled again as he watched
them, his arm going around Eri's shoulders.Devyn - 10-8-2013 at 05:20 PM
She didn’t know how, but little Eri seemed to get cuter and cuter each time Devyn saw her...and taller, her lanky frame standing as she and
Koi finally came to the table. Devyn took her ina and much like the ballroom she was perfect. Not a hair out of place and completely adorable. Of
course, Devyn wouldn’t say that to her. She knew how much Eri hated “cute”. But just because Devyn wouldn’t tease her, didn’t mean her
brother wouldn’t, his greeting following hers and expressing how she was much cuter now than when he’d seen her last. Probably true. Like Devyn
said, precious thing got cuter every time you laid fresh eyes on her.
Devyn smiled as she swatted at him and he dodged her. God, she loved them together...but that was neither here nor there as Eri turned back to her,
asking if she would sit by her. “Of course I will, sugar,” Duh. She certainly didn’t want to risk spending the night next to her pervert of a
father or her mother whom she was sure hated her completely. Nope. She would opt for the safe seat. The seat right between she and Koi and that was
the one she took, pulling her chair out as they all sat. Speaking of her parent, where were they? Dev took a quick look around, sure that they had to
be somewhere nearby. Part of her wanted to at least get the introductions over with as she’d gone over it in her mind almost a hundred times. She
would be very polite to Mrs. Kidd, a voice sweet enough to give somebody diabetes. And Shemar...she’d do what she could. To be real honest, she gave
not a blue fuck what Shemar Kidd thought of her because she didn’t really think too much of him. Not with the things she knew about him. Fumie she
respected. Shemar she would just try tolerate.
“Eri, where are the parentals? Mingling?” Koi - 11-8-2013 at 03:35 AM
Where were his parentals? The idea that Devyn was asking Eri where their parents were was laughable as that was an answer that neither she,
nor Koi knew how to answer. They never knew. Not just at the gala. But period. Their whole life had been full of that question until they finally
stopped asking for an answer. All they had to know is that Pops was probably off getting his dick wet and Moms was handling Kidd's Kids. And that
answer sufficed...in any situation...which included a fucking foundation gala. Koi smirked at Eri and shook his head as he sat in his seat on the
other side of Devyn, the eyes of the Kidd children quickly meeting in a silent exchange. "Who knows?" Was the answer they knew NOT to give,
but it was always the truth. It was sad though. Koi felt bad about the shit sometimes. He remembered a short period when things weren't like
this...when the rose colored glasses of a fucked up lie covered not only his eyes, but his mother's as well. He remembered family. He remembered when
they stuck closer than thieves. But Eri? Eri never knew that life. When she was born, things were on their way downhill, his mother's first of many
attempts to save what couldn't be fixed. Koi may have seen it change, but Eri was born into this shitbomb of a life.
"Yeah, they're mingling." Eri agreed, a voice coming from her that no ten year old should use. She smiled at Devyn, her eyes shifting to Koi's before
Devyn could see the change in her face. Koi already knew what that look meant. She didn't know where they were...and there was drama. Fucking
wonderful.
BUT TONIGHT...Koi wasn't about that life. His babes were here with him, looking like TWO million bucks, he added another million to the bank with his
sexy, swaggin' ass and he'd gotten enough bud to send he and Devyn into a very nice after party when this gala thing was over and done. All they
needed to do was survive it.
Well...all he needed to do was survive it. Devyn on the other hand had another agenda, her eyes going back to the crowd, searching for Koi's invisible
parents. She was really serious about this, huh? The desire to please was on her face from the second they stepped out of the limo. No matter what
creeper ass shit he whispered to her on their walk in, she barely let the worry lines etched in her forehead go. She was way too up in arms about
something that wasn't that important. Sure, she and his mom had had an unfortunate meeting, but that didn't determine shit about them. She was his
babe, no matter what. And his parents weren't in the equation that made that statement true. Turning to her, he watched her smile softly at something
Eri was saying, the two already launching into some "girl talk" shit, which probably had nothing to do with anything girly at all. Eri had gotten a
new interest in forensic biology, which was kind of unsettling...but fucking cool at the same time. Leaning over a bit, his fingertips brushed across
Devyn's thing, pushing away the fabric of the dressed she'd attempted to cover her exposed skin with.
"Stop looking worried..." He said, catching her attention from Eri's words. "You're too fine tonight for all that stress on your face, babe."
Chuckling, his rub grew firmer on her leg. He leaned towards her, his words whispered.
"Or...do we need to excuse ourselves for a second so I can HELP you relax?"Devyn - 12-8-2013 at 03:24 PM
Was it such a ridiculous question? She knew how things were at the house, but Koi’d explained how important this night was. They may not have been
much of a family at home, but surely they faked it in public on Gala Night. They couldn’t be too far away from Eri could they? Maybe. Because Koi
and Eri grew eerily quiet and whether they knew it or not she caught that look. The glance they shared where they probably both thought the answer
that was true before Eri shared with Devyn a lie. Yeah, they’re mingling. No. They weren’t. But she wouldn’t press. Not with Eri...she
needed to relax anyway. Koi had been trying to calm her since she told him how nervous she was and he was probably right. Things would happen the way
they happened; there was no need for her to rush it she guessed. Besides, she was in very good company.
Eri spoke drawing her attention and she smiled listening to her ask if Devyn knew exactly how much stuff she could find her DNA in. She shook her head
no, partly because she was sure Eri was going to tell her something she didn’t know, but mostly to keep her mind busy. She allowed Eri to launch
into her new love for forensic biology and she tried to immerse herself in it with her. What it was, how police used it, how they could take DNA out
of hair and shit. She had very strange interests, but she was so passionate about everything she talked about that Devyn couldn’t see how anyone
could be thrown off by it. Add that to the fact that she was so ridiculously cute and Devyn could only smile as she spoke...but before long she found
herself drifting back to thoughts of where she was and who she would have to speak to soon.
She felt Koi move beside her, his hand sweeping her dress aside so that it could rest on her bare thigh. Eri paused to google some picture she wanted
to show Devyn in her phone and Koi took the chance to speak. Stop looking worried...Did she? She hadn’t noticed her smile slip as her
thoughts changed but it had. What could Koi really expect though. She told him how she felt about this night. He knew what she was going through. Her
biggest fear was being asked to fucking leave this “boring” event by the very person who’d pushed her son to ask her to come. This night had
potential for that. It was a thought that kept creeping from the recesses of her mind and it was probably responsible for putting that stressed ass
look on her face. The looked changed though as Koi told her how fine she was for the umteenth time that night...then went creeper on her.
She quickly turned to him, her eyes growing wide as the rub at her thigh grew firmer and moved a bit higher. She bit at her bottom lip, her hand
coming to his as she took it from her thigh and held it, her fingers falling between his. He knew better! “You have no chill tonight, do you?” She
laughed a little at his suggestion to help her relax. He couldn’t have been serious...Just like he hadn’t been with his comments on the way in. He
wanted to make her smile. He was just trying to distract her and it was working. Leaning in a bit closer to him she whispered, “I’ll
relax when it’s over,” she would. After this gala was over, success or not, she and Koi were getting a nice ass room in this place and
“relaxing” until the sun came up. Curfew be damned (as it usually was).
“Until then, try to keep talk of “relaxation” to a minimum. I’m sitting next to your baby sister.” Devyn smiled, closing the short distance
between them, a small kiss meeting his lips before Eri tapped her shoulder and again took her attention. Koi - 17-8-2013 at 02:30 AM
Feeling his smile falter as Devyn took his hand off of her thigh, Koi already knew what the evening was going to be like...a fucking Dikembe Mutombo
commercial. No, no no! Not today! Really, though. The repetition of the night was beginning to wear on him. Make a move. Get denied.
Rinse and repeat. All because of his parentals? It wasn't that serious! Koi understood. He did! He knew how important it was for her to make a
better impression than she'd made the night she'd met his Moms. Hell, if he'd met Athena dick out in the middle of her kitchen...he'd probably strike
the "Captain Morgan" pose and greet her ass. Yeah, Koi was a different person. But he still got it! Devyn wanted to erase Valentine's Night just as
much as he did, but being in "best behavior" mode was doing more annoying him than satisfying two people who had yet to show their face because of
some unseen drama Eri had hinted at. What the fuck was up now? Shemar had slept with a waitress already? Or maybe he'd slept with two? Both scenarios
were feasible since the shit had already happened before. Yet, Deyvn stayed pressed over this. "THIS" meaning the night that Koi honestly needed every
distraction in the world to avoid. Because THIS was a lie. Nothing about them meeting her would be genuine. She'd met the doting wife and mother of
two that just so happened to be philanthropic in all of her free time. And she'd meet the low down, dirty mother fucker father who was forced into
good behavior for the evening, but had it been any other day, would try to take her panties like the REAL creeper he was. All a lie. And all on the
"would not like" list of things he'd rather shit glass than deal with that evening. That's why she was here. A distraction from all things...a
gorgeous distraction, actually. Which is why Koi found her question so damn hilarious.
You have no chill tonight, do you? Uh, no! Of course he didn't. Did she remember what she was wearing? Did she get dressed in the dark? Did
she trip and FALL into her dress?! Nope, she didn't. She knew what she was doing. That high splitted, low cut shit that SHE was wearing? That was a
nigga's midnight "hnnng". So, no. There was no chill tonight. There would be no chill until she stopped playing games and let a nigga get her behind
a locked door. He was barely listening to her resistance anyway, his eyes imprinting every sexy peek of flesh he could take in. His smile returned as
she intertwined their fingers, the red painted on her lips distracting him even more...mostly because he was caught up in magnificently dirty thoughts
of how her red lips would look around his...
"You'll relax when it's over? Babe..." Koi repeated the words he'd gotten out of his dirty ass thoughts just in time to hear. When it was OVER?! Did
she not get that they had about three more hours of this shit?! The party didn't stop until speeches had been made, awards had been given and Fumie
was thanking the long list of people that served as sponsors and contributors. And just as he begun his explanation of his very thoughts, she
interrupted him, telling him to keep it to a minimum because...Eri? Goddammit! He loved his little babe. Really, he did. More than words... but for
the second time with Devyn, she was blocking his COCK! He tried to respond, but Eri had gotten Devyn's attention again, their conversation about all
things dead bodies and crime scenes starting up again. And that was how it was going to be that night? Volleying for her attention? It wasn't even a
fair battle with all the cute Eri was shooting off that night! She looked like a little doll, well...a doll that was interested in blood splatter. BUT
all the same, a doll! How could Koi compete with that? Frowning, he figured it out quickly as he pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, his fingers
quickly typing on the screen.
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Eri can't see text messages. Dress so tight around that ass I bet your not even wearin' panties.
Koi chuckled quietly as he sent his message. He was loosing the battle to "cute" but he was about to win the war. Sexy chumped cute...any day. Devyn - 17-8-2013 at 11:05 AM
She knew he was annoyed with the way this night was going. Hell, she knew he’d be annoyed when she’d decided to go. She probably should have
warned him, not that it would have made much difference. She would still be here, rejecting his advances and denying any chance of them getting caught
in the middle of a less than parent friendly conversation. Like the one he was trying to have now about him helping her “relax”. He had to know
there was no way in hell she would fuck him at his mom’s event. After it, sure. For the most part, she was over what had happened between them
Valentine’s Day. The only feelings that lingered from that night were the ones she had for his mom. Guilt, shame, and an intense need to make amends
was all she allowed herself to remember and all of those feelings had to do with Fumie Kidd, not Koi. Although those feelings were effecting Koi as
they were the reason she wasn’t exactly open to him “relaxing” her...He’d be alright. They had maintained this non-sexual friendship for the
last month almost. A few more hours wasn’t going to kill him. Besides, there was Eri to think about.
Devyn kissed Koi quickly before her attention returned to his little sister and talk of dead people and the crazies killed them. Koi’s whining took
a backseat to his adorable little sister as per usual and even if Devyn wasn’t very interested in a technical video about what exactly was analyzed
when police did DNA testing, she watched as if she was; looking between the screen of Eri’s phone and the sparkle she got in her eyes when she was
into something. How the hell was she so cute!? Her cuteness was distracting, which was good for her because being distracted meant she didn’t have
to think about greeting his parents...or how much she would really love for him to help her relax. God, she hated her “best-behavior”!
Her phone vibrated against the table, a loud buzz alerting her to a text message. Athena. She said she’d text when she got here and she hadn’t.
Oops. Picking up her phone she looked at the pop-up message on the screen...it wasn’t Athena. A wide smile crept across her face and she did
everything she could not to look at Koi. He was horrible! He was right though. Eri couldn’t see text messages...and she wasn’t wearing any
underwear...A small giggle escaped her and Eri turned to her asking what was so funny. “Nothing, sugar. One of my friends is being an idiot-,” she
said, typing a reply to her “idiot friend”.
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Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Maybe if you CHILL OUT I’ll let you find out AFTER this is over...
Devyn bit her lip, finally looking over at Koi as she hit send on her text. She could play with him a little bit right? She was being good, not
playing dead.Koi - 30-8-2013 at 12:34 PM
Watching Devyn bite her lip and smile as she returned his text message was the icing on a cake that would definitely be a hell of a lot sweeter and
satisfying than anything they were serving at this uptight ass function. She was flirting back, huh? Good. "Let's be a good girl for Koi's Mommy and
Daddy" was a played out idea. Being good was overrated...especially when Koi couldn't have cared less what his parents thought about Devyn. He knew
what he thought...and that was all that mattered. They'd been through this before. Fuck what they think... When he'd said that to Devyn in
his kitchen, he'd meant any nosy ass wondering about their status or their business. He'd meant every letter of the statement and he still meant it
now, but Devyn had misunderstood him. He didn't just mean the student body of King's Prep. He'd meant everyone. Anyone. Any person that thought to
judge them and what they did. Yeah, THEY could fuck themselves...thrice over. And that shit didn't change because the people that gave him life
finally cared enough to have an opinion. Which they didn't. Well...his father did, but anything Shemar thought was irrelevant anyway. Nasty bastard.
The point was nothing would change them. Koi + Dev... That shit was eternal. So, she could drop the act...and slip into something a little
more comfortable. Like "Let's be a badd bitch for the Kidd." Yeah, that was more her style. Especially when they sexted their best friend in the
middle of his mother's...
"Really..." Koi's mutter broke the silence that he'd been holding as he waited for her text to hit his phone, that tell tale buzz of his phone in his
tux pocket alerting him of her message...only to read it and get rejected...again. This. Was some bullshit. Koi's lip curled, his eyes cutting to
Devyn's little smirk and he knew it. She was laughing internally.
FUCK AFTER...the only words Koi could think as he read her reply again, his annoyed expression settling on his face. She was holding this
"good girl" act. Not that Devyn wasn't..."good" in her own way. Koi knew his babe. She cared about her grades, was loyal to her friends...hell, she
even volunteered some weekends. She was a good person, he wouldn't deny her that. But one thing he knew? She was always bad for him. Except
right now...and the shit was bogus. The event. Her trying to make his parents happy. Her ignoring the shit out of him for riveting conversation with
"Eri the Science Girl". ALL of it. And the fuck if he was going down to all that emo cuteness Eri was spewing out that night.
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after? how about NOW. that girl scout act stopped being cute 10 secs ago. you can put your beret and sash back on when i'm eating your cookies
Devyn - 30-8-2013 at 04:27 PM
She was being so mean to him...but, it was so funny! She heard his muttered ‘really’ and the annoyance behind it and she did all she could not to
laugh at loud. She kept her attention on Eri who had moved on from blood spatter and DNA to a school project she was thinking about weaving her new
interest into. Devyn nodded as she told her more about it and tried to keep her from noticing that her attention was diverting. Koi was doing exactly
what he had been trying to do, distract her. Now though it was more than just from thoughts about greeting his parents, but also his little sister. He
had to know it was going to be like this tonight. It almost always was. Eri stole the show anytime she was in the mix. Koi had to know nothing about
tonight would be any different. Not that she completely ignored him when the three of them were together. Usually he got into whatever she and Eri
were into and it all worked out...tonight though, Koi was more interested in getting into something else. Something she wasn’t letting him into
until the night was over! But Koi wasn’t trying to hear anything about after. He was a JG Wentworth commercial and he wanted it now.
Being honest with herself, Devyn did too. She would have loved to spend a quick 20 minutes in a tucked away room letting Koi even her out and get rid
of some of her tension, but what if someone wondered where they were while they were gone? What if someone found them in the middle of what
he was asking for? They had a history of getting caught and she was sure it wouldn’t end tonight. Surely he could understand her hesitance to let
him “help her relax”. Nope. He didn’t at all. All he knew was what he wanted and that became super clear when he responded to her text. She felt
her mouth fall open before a smile wider than she meant for it to be took over. He was so fucking bad. How the hell was she supposed to keep
up this good girl thing with him being all…fine. Fuck it.
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Eating my cookies huh? Apparently this girl scout thing is more of a turn on than you’re saying...or are you still wondering whether I’m wearing
any panties?
She sent the text her eyes quickly cutting to Koi and then back to Eri, hopefully before she could notice...she wasn’t done though…
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I’m not btw
Koi - 1-9-2013 at 03:19 PM
There was no denying it, Koi had been bodysnatched by an old ass creeper. The way his last message had read to Devyn? That fact wasn't as
unbelievable as it should have been. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped him as her phone vibrated against the table, her attentions diverted away
from his little sister, once again. And it wouldn't be long before little sis' picked up on it, her eyes going "confused" as Devyn picked up her
phone, her jaw dropping so low it looked like she was giving the air head. That war that Koi had waged between sexy and cute? Yeah, sexy was
definitely pulling that "W". It wasn't a fair battle, though. Not with Koi's nasty ass diversion tactics. He was playing to win on this
battlefield...losers be warned. And Eri was going to be the loser that night, her curious eyes floating towards Devyn's cellphone screen.
"Mind yours..." Koi muttered loud enough for his kid sister to hear, nearly laughing out load as Eri jumped in her seat at the sound of his voice. A
scowl formed on her face that would've made any of his teachers, including Headmistress, jealous before she rolled her eyes at him and settled into a
pout that mirrored his all too well. He was sorry! Okay...he wasn't sorry. What?! All was fair in "Fucking and War". And Devyn made the war even more
futile for Eri and promising for Koi as he wasn't stopping until he and Devyn were somewhere with a "do not fucking disturb" on the door, her legs on
his shoulders and his tongue so deep in it, he could taste her thoughts. Like he'd said before, the thirst was real and all fatalities would be
counted as such along the way. No fucking mercy. By any means necessary...
Bzzzz! His cellphone buzzed in his hand, his smile returning as he unlocked his phone and...oh shit. Koi's eyebrow raised as he read
her message, her flirt a little more apparent than it had been in the previous texts. Daddy liked. Daddy liked a lot. Catching her eye for a
split second, he bit his lip against the smile that was attempting to break on his face. "Yes" to all answers above! Yes, she could girl scout salute
and pledge allegiance to this dick anytime she wanted and HELL yes, he wanted to know if she...
Bzzzz! Another message. I'm not btw. And with that simple answer, shit just got real. Even though she was avoiding looking his way,
his face turned in her direction, his eyes giving her a once over that he didn't even CARE if Eri saw...which she probably did as she was actively
wondering what this exchange was between her brother and Devyn. His eyes read a message that Eri wasn't old enough to translate yet, lucky for them.
Licking his lips, his eyes went back to his phone.
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oh shit. for real? i wanna believe you, but i need proof. let me see it...
Devyn - 2-9-2013 at 04:13 AM
He wasn’t playing fair! All this talk of him “eating her cookies” and helping her “relax” wasn’t even okay tonight! Sure, she had been
invited to this thing to add a little fun to the night for him, but she never meant to imply that fucking him during said event was one of the
methods. She was thinking shit talk about some of the other gala goers. Maybe she would act as a buffer between he and his parents; she had never
planned to take on Creeper Koi and his battle with Eri for her attention. She was literally caught in the middle of a fight Eri probably didn’t even
know was happening. She was quickly becoming aware though, as Devyn’s smile was much too much to ignore. Koi caught her before she could peek over
Devyn’s shoulder and read his last text. Thank God.
Eri jumped in her seat and Devyn laughed as the most adorable scowl directed at her brother appeared on her face. Devyn playfully swatted at Koi, the
back of her hand connecting with his chest as she told him, “Play nice,” she hadn’t turned from Eri though. “I’m sorry sugar. Your brother
knows I’m nervous and he’s trying to be funny.” She cut her eyes at him then, a playful side eye as Koi gave a little shrug and everyone eased
back into their seats, Eri holding her adorable pout. Koi obviously wasn’t stopping, and since Devyn couldn’t beat him, she was joining him.
Sending her reply texts, she tried turning her attention back to Eri but she couldn’t help secretly looking back to him as she waited for the
messages to hit. She wanted to see his face…that face.
She bit at her lip, holding a smile that she didn’t want Eri to see. She let her full attention fall back to Eri just as Koi licked his lips and his
fingers went to work on a reply. One that didn’t take long to come. Her phone hadn’t left her hand as she was sure Eri would have tried to snatch
it and figure out what was really going on. She turned it as it buzzed in her hand, reading the face for his message. Proof? How the hell was she
supposed to give him that here. She wasn’t. That was the point it seemed. He wanted to get her alone...not happening. Not before the night was
over...Of course, she wasn’t going to tell him that anymore. Mostly because there wasn’t a point to it, but kind of because she was having fun
with Creeper Koi.
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See it? From all that shit you were talking I was thinking you wanted to do more
than just see...
Koi - 2-9-2013 at 03:40 PM
Koi : 1, Eri: 0. The smug smile on Koi's face said "read em and weep, Eri Kidd" as he grinned at her sister, their silent fight put to an end
by Devyn. Eh, give it tomorrow morning and Eri wouldn't be too mad about it. For the past couple of weeks, she'd had nonstop time with Devyn...which
just so happen to be HIS time as well. Them, whispering girly secrets and shit...while he looked on with the same sad, pouting face that his sister
now wore. This little exchange behind he and his babe #2 shouldn't have been too hard of a hit to their "Eri and Devyn" show. Devyn and Eri could get
back to sharing "Secrets of the Ya-ya Sisterhood" later. Right now was all about Koi and Devyn...and the old man perv shit he was sexting her with. He
had to admit, had he given a fuck...he probably would've felt a little bad about the filth he was sending to Devyn's phone during his mother's gala.
Then again, he probably should've felt bad about the baggie full of dro he had stashed in his sock too, huh? Ha. Neither of those things were
happening that night. He regretted nothing. And he sure as fuck regretted nothing as his eyes connected with Devyn's again, her teeth nibbling at her
lips as she eyed him. There she was... His dirty mouthed bad girl that gave about as much of a fuck as he did. Fucks weren't available that
night. Well...not yet as he could tell from the smile she was hiding. That smile. The one that she put on when she saw the sex in his eyes? Yeah, that
one. And tonight? It looked extra devious, the red she wore making her lips look like sin that Koi couldn't wait to get into.
And then, she was texting again, her mind temporarily off of his sister for the moment...and on to other things...like his text. A challenge. In fewer
words, Koi was ready for a round of "show me yours...". Hey, it wasn't his fault! He'd keep thinking that until he felt like less of a creep and more
of an overly pent up...yeah, he'd just stick with "creep" because the text he'd just sent her had "nasty ass" written all over it. He wanted to
see it... Here. There. In the bathroom. In the kitchen that serviced the gala's ballroom. Under the table...whatever. Wherever. He was ready for
all the sexting to turn into something real. Just between the two of them. And whether his mother or father had shown their face wasn't really a
concern. His concern was obvious...and her next text made it even more obvious.
He chuckled at what she'd written. Talking shit? Nah. Talking shit meant that what he was saying was pumped up. Exaggerated. There was nothing
"exaggerated" about what he wanted. He meant what he wrote. He wanted to see her. He wanted to touch her like he hadn't been for the past month. He
wanted...he wanted for their last time...the last memory of them together...to NOT be what they'd left it as on Valentine's Night. He didn't want her
to remember...that as the last time he was inside of her. He was ready for a new memory...now.
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talking shit? get your mind right, hips. i'm talkin' truth. and i do want to do more than just "see it"
Sending the text message, he hesitated for a moment...a smirk hitting his lips as he picked up his phone and typed again.
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stop avoiding. you saw what i wrote. proof?
Devyn - 3-9-2013 at 04:30 AM
The “good girl” in her was going bad, real quick. As demure as she had been trying to present herself since stepping out of that town
car, Koi was saying everything he could to get her to unwind. And she was letting him! She was encouraging his foolishness, knowing full well she
wanted to make a much better impression on his mother than she had previously. Koi on the other hand seemed hell bent on getting her naked before she
even had the chance...and the part of her that didn’t give a fuck about anything was ready to let him do that too. It’d been too
long...The last time the two of them had been together was...not exactly a pleasant memory and somehow the two of them had gone a month after
that without touching one another. She wanted him. Tonight especially. Unfortunately, for the two of them, this was a very public, very important Kidd
family affair that was not at all the appropriate place to start making new memories...no matter how enticing the “fuck me”look Koi was giving her
was.
She had to pull back. Especially now that Eri was on to them. One thing she would never do (again) was show Eri more than she was ready for. That
Christmas kiss and what she’d almost walked in on later the same night had been corruption enough in Devyn’s book. Eri was going to keep the
freaky shit Devyn was thinking about doing to Koi from becoming a reality and for that, she was thankful...Of course, Eri wasn’t going to stop the
texts he was sending...or change the effect they had on her. She chuckled as she read his reply. He wasn’t “talking shit”. Well that was obvious
as hell, especially as he confirmed he did want more than just to “see it”. Fuckkkkkk. Why was he doing this to her? And why the hell was
she cheesing so hard about it?! The kid was torturing her...and she liked it.
Her fingers were poised to send a reply when she got another message from him. Proof? HA! How the hell did he expect proof from her here? She
knew he was in his own little world, but here, in the real world, Devyn was sitting next to his 10 year old sister and waiting for his parents to join
them, which could happen at any time. Devyn knew as soon as she tried anything his mom was going to pop up out of nowhere to catch Koi with
his hand in Devyn’s cookie jar. It wasn’t happening. Not tonight. That didn’t mean he had to know it wasn’t though...
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I’m not avoiding. You just have to earn it. Quid pro quo kid...What you got for me?
Koi - 3-9-2013 at 04:41 PM
Quid pro quo? Koi chuckled softly as he read Devyn's newest tease...er...text. She had jokes! An exchange of goods? Well, in pure "creeper" fashion,
he for fucking sure had a good that he didn't mind giving her...multiple times, if she wanted. And she probably did as his babe had a thing about
"rounds". Glimpsing at her out of the corner of his eye, his smile widened at her comment, a silent nod at the return challenge she gave him. Show
me yours and I'll show you mine... Oh for real? Was that they game they were agreeing on playing? Because Devyn knew, based off of experience
alone, what she was asking when she went toe-to-toe with the Kidd. He volleyed with the best of them. Memories, some pleasant and some not so much,
ran through his mind...and Koi read right through that flirty ass text. Devyn couldn't be serious. She knew how he played the dare game. She wasn't
REALLY pushing his hand. Not with his sister sitting right beside her and his parents lurking somewhere in the busy, buzzing ballroom. He was bold,
but he wasn't that damn crazy...although the longer they kept up this back and forth, the more that last statement was becoming questionable. But he'd
let her tease a little longer...before he finally called her bluff and started answering her teases with...how did that Elvis dude put it? Oh
yeah..."a little less conversation and a little more action."
"So you stealin' a nigga's words now...?" Koi leaned into her, his whispered words for her ears only. His lips curled into a soft smile as he lowered
them to her uncovered shoulder, a quick kiss brushing her skin before he fell back into his on space...leaving his hand that had crept back into her
lap. No worries though...he'd be good! Well...good-ish. He squeezed her thigh softly, his hand innocently resting...and his free hand
texting.
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for you? you already know what i have for you. you need a hint?
He pressed his lips together against the laughter that about to spill out because of his next text.
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THIS DICK. there's your hint. now stop playin' and let me get in between it
Nasty as fuck? Maybe. Koi would take that identifier tonight. But one thing he wasn't going to be? UNFUCKED. Cards were on the table and it was time
to either fold or raise the stakes, which he had no problem doing...as his innocently placed hand on Devyn's leg took the distraction of Devyn reading
the texts he'd sent her to slide closer to the inside of her thigh, his squeeze turning into a gentle rub. What? That move was fair game! He was just
rubbing her thigh. And Eri couldn't see under the table cloth covering Devyn's legs unless she literally got on her damned knees and crawled under the
table to see what was going on. Her nosy, cute ass. It wouldn't get far enough for Eri to even notice, truthfully as Devyn was being her own cock
block that eveni-
Koi! Hey honey! I had no idea you'd finally made it!
Or...the cock block would be his mom's voice. Great...Devyn - 4-9-2013 at 11:53 AM
So you stealing a nigga’s words now? Why not? Both of them were a little out of their element. Koi was being much more inappropriate than
usual and Devyn was encouraging him...which wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary if it weren’t for the fact she was sitting next to Eri and
waiting on edge to see his mother again. All thoughts of his mother were out of the window though as his hand fell to her thigh again and his lips met
her shoulder. A small giggle left her lips and she shrugged as he leaned back into his own space. She was stealing his words. Why shouldn’t she?
Here he was trying to steal her panties...or lack thereof.
She gave him the chance to text back. and the table was quiet for a second. Eri had given up on getting Devyn’s full attention for now and started a
game of Plants vs. Zombies. Devyn wouldn’t lie, she felt a little bad about pushing her out...She hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t even her fault! Koi
could be very persuasive...And in a completely, ENTIRELY different way than Eri could. As she’d said before, he wasn’t playing fair...but he also
wasn’t giving her the time to dwell on those feelings, his reply text coming almost as soon as she’d looked to his sister. Someone was worried he
was losing a battle with a 10-year-old...he wasn’t. And she didn’t need a hint about what he had for her. She wanted it…But just in case he
hadn’t been crass enough for the night, he went ahead and told her exactly what she was thinking about. She tried to keep the laugh in, but it
wasn’t possible. He was too much!
It was her turn to lean in, her hand taking his face just the right way to hide the freak ass bedroom kiss they were about to share. Teasing was done
and his hand was already in a position to start something he probably wasn’t even ready for. She kissed him, her tongue parting his lips just in
time to hear a voice say his name...to hear her voice say his name. Fuck! To say that Devyn pulled away would not do what she actually did
any justice. She was in her own space before Koi even knew what happened, his lips still pursed for a kiss that had so abruptly ended. Fuck!
How did she fix it? Should she stay seated? Should she stand? Had she fucked up her lipstick fucking around with Koi? FUCK! One thing she was
sure about; she had to say something...and she had to fix her face.
She allowed herself to smile as she did stand to greet his mother, “Mrs. Kidd, hi-,” Fuck! Why did she say that?! ‘Hi’ was what fell out on
Valentine’s day. She didn’t want to use ‘Hi’...but it was done now fuck it. “Thank you so much for inviting me tonight…” Devyn let her
words trail off. Not because she wanted to, but because her brain had stopped telling her how to make English happen. An assist from the kid would
have been nice... Koi - 4-9-2013 at 02:46 PM
If he wasn't sure of it before, Koi was sure of it now. His luck was shit. Of all the times, in all the conversations...his mother
had to interrupt THIS one. He had been ass hair close to Devyn finally stopping the "good girl" act and letting him give her fifteen minutes in the
bathroom outside the ballroom. He would've even let her take him into the ladies' room. Yeah, he was a gentleman like that. They had couches and shit
in their anyway, didn't they? Anyway, none of that shit was going down anytime soon now that his Moms had rolled up to the table, announcing her
presence mid-kiss. And that kiss? He knew THAT kiss. It would've been the start of something that he would be on the way to finishing as soon as he
found a way to get Devyn to leave Eri's side for fifteen minutes...tops. He wasn't on eating fast food...but he would've made that exception tonight.
Only...now he didn't have to, thanks to his to his mother...aka "the anti-sex" when it came to Devyn. Fumie sucked the "fuck" out of the entire
atmosphere. He had to remember to thank her later...
"Mom...heeeey." He said, his teeth clenched together in a forced smile as he greeted her. She, oblivious to his annoyance immediately ran her hand
affectionately over his curls, the way she use to when he was "little Kidd". He smirked as he turned to her, watching her walk over and give Eri's
hair the same caress. Eri barely looked up, her attention going to the game she was playing. Koi's smirk grew into a smile as he saw his sister lean,
ever so slightly, into their mother's hand. It was weird. Even though they barely saw their mom, barely spoke to her...her touch was something that
they didn't shrug away.
Devyn's movement beside Koi caught his eye, a quick laugh escaping him as she stood and formally greeted his mother. Wow...he half expected her to
curtsy in that motherfucker. The hell was Devyn doing? Fumie wasn't the fucking Queen of England. She was just...his mom. But...it was sweet that
Devyn was nervous enough to do the extreme for her. Without his mom seeing, Koi pulled the train on Devyn's dress softly, urging her to sit as all of
the formality was dumb unnecessary. Like he said before, he got it. Devyn wanted to be something other than "the girl that Fumie thought was fucking
her husband, but she was just fucking her son instead." And she was. She didn't have to push it. Koi knew exactly who she was and if she let her,
Fumie would too.
" Yeah, Devyn's been having an amazing time." He smiled, backing up Devyn's gratitude. Fumie - 4-9-2013 at 04:47 PM
The show must go on. That was Fumie’s mantra for the night. Shemar was going to be an ass until he decided to change. That change wasn’t
coming tonight so the show had to go on. And it was. After picking herself up off of the kitchen floor she found Ruka to check in, found a restroom to
fix what Shemar had ruined, and set off to finding her children. She probably should have been looking for Zori to apologize but she wasn’t trying
to rock the boat with her husband anymore. She would steer clear until she knew where Shemar had gotten to…but he would get a proper apology from
her. Ugh! She cringed just thinking about all the shit Shemar had spewed to him...But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Her son was here.
She spotted Eri at their table, where she’d left her, and two new arrivals. Koi and his date. She smiled at the thought of her son having a
date. Koi Kidd, being very much like his father, was not one for “dates” or “girlfriends”. This was the girl she’d caught, bottomless, in
her kitchen about a month ago and accused of sleeping with her husband...and yet, here she still was. With Koi...She was a rare breed, this one...she
had to be if she was with her son. And as much as he tried to deny it when Fumie “incorrectly” referred to Devyn as his girlfriend, that was
exactly what she was. Tonight was proof of that...and she couldn’t help thinking what a cute couple she and Koi made.
Well, before she starting that highly inappropriate kiss, anyway. That, Fumie could not allow. Not here, not when they had an image to present that
included “good boy” Koi. So she stopped it, her voice ringing out as she called her son’s name from a couple feet away. Devyn was in her seat so
fast Fumie honestly had to question whether she saw the kiss in the first place. She smiled, her lips pursing together to hold in a laugh. Was she
nervous? Fumie could understand if she was...a room full of stars and a night with her boyfriend’s parents? Yeah, she could see nerves. What she
wasn’t prepared for was the extremely overdone greeting that came next.
She couldn’t help it, a small chuckle left her. It mingled with Koi’s though so she didn’t feel too bad about it. She wasn’t laughing at her,
it was just...different. “Honey, you’re more than welcome,” Fumie began, her hand absent-mindedly caressing Eri’s curls again. “Koi
doesn’t tell me much about his love life, so I had to officially meet you somehow.” She laughed a little and Devyn laughed politely along with
her. Koi on the other hand was not amused. Her eyes had floated to her son following she and Devyn’s exchange and she was embarrassing him.
What? Because she’d suggested Devyn was his love life? She was! You’d think he’d want her to know she had a little status in his life...but
Fumie had promised to be good. She was making up for Valentine’s Day and if he wanted her to stop, she would.
“Devyn, honey, have a seat. Relax. I’ve got to get this thing kicked off but we’ll talk more later.” And they would. They had plenty of time
before the night was over for Devyn's opinion of Fumie to change and for a mother to fall back into her son’s good graces. For now, she had the
gala. Giving Eri a quick kiss to the cheek and running her hand over Koi’s curls once again, she passed the table, headed to the stage. Koi - 8-9-2013 at 07:59 AM
Brushing his fingers over his lips, Koi played off the quick check for Devyn's lipstick as his mother spoke to them. Her voice was light and friendly,
but he wasn't stupid. He knew what brought her to the table quicker than niggas flocking to a Foot Locker on a "Jordan Release" day. She'd seen the
kiss that Devyn hadn't even gotten the chance to start. And he could blame her, his "overly concerned about her family's public image" mother for
that. He didn't care about the image that she constantly sold to the media. The "good boy" Koi that was an admirable student and would, one day,
proudly follow in his father's footsteps. Right. All of that was so sellable. The image of the son that couldn't look anywhere but up to his father.
What a fucking joke. What a fucking lie, actually. A lie that his mother was comfortable telling and he should've been comfortable
living...at least for one night, like he and his sister had promised her. That was all she asked. And he could understand why. But this year was
different for a lot of reasons. One being the girl sitting next to him...well, standing. She knew the truth. Dhonny did too as he'd caught
Shemar's fucked up behavior on more than one occasion. The more people that knew, the less important it seemed to keep up something that was clear as
damn day. Koi's family was the only ones living this charade...and Koi bad been done with it.
His thick brows furrowed as he caught the "warning eye" from his mother, watching her smile at Devyn. He had to admit, even though he hated the lies,
he kind of respected his mother in some strange, crazy ass way. She put on a face with the best of them. The same way she played like her family
wasn't as dysfunctional as it was was the same way she smiled and talked to Devyn like she hadn't seen her assed out in their kitchen. No one would've
known what had gone down between the two women as Devyn thanked his mother for an invitation to the gala and his mother promised her a conversation
later. Pleasantries. Completely opposite the "whore" that his mother had called her during the Valentine's Night debacle...after she'd mistaken Devyn
for his father's underaged lover. There wasn't anyway that he could pull of what his mother played off every fucking day. She took his father's shit
and she didn't bat an eyelash in the process. She and his dad fought like dogs on rabies, then she stood next to him and smiled at the camera like
lovers. Koi didn't know whether to admire his mother, pity her...or fear the explosion that he felt, without a doubt, was building up under the
surface.
His thoughts stopped as he felt her hand rub across his hair again, his eyes going to Devyn.
"Feel bett'ah now that you're done greetin' the 'Queen Motha'?" He whispered in a horribly mocked, British accent. He chuckled as he leaned away from
her, watching her look at his mother walk away. He hoped she was done with the nerves. His mother had waved the white flag and there was peace in the
ballroom. No hair was going to fly tonight. With that knowledge, Devyn should've been in relaxed mode. And if she wasn't...Koi didn't mind helping her
get there.
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all that stressing for nothin'. bathroom. you and me. i just wanna eat it...
Ruka - 8-9-2013 at 10:57 AM
Evita…Evita. The more she repeated it to herself, the more familiar it sounded. Evita...ugh! This shouldn’t have been important
to her. This was Amiri’s problem, not hers! She had her own issues to tackle with this off schedule gala and finding the host of said gala a new
vehicle to get home in as her husband had…soiled the limo he and his family had arrived in. Despite Ruka’s best efforts, Shemar Kidd had
found a couple of girls to aid in the destruction of his marriage. It was none of her business, and she would never say anything, but Fumie could do
much better than the man she married. But as she said, it was none of her business and it was neither here nor there. All that mattered concerning
Shemar tonight was that he was in place for his ‘Thank You’ speech. She didn’t expect much from him, but that was a pivotal point of the night
and he WOULD be present for it.
But even as she thought of all the hurdles she would face trying to make it through this event, she couldn’t help but repeat that name to
herself…Evita. She needed more to go on. Closing the short distance between herself and the bar, she stepped behind it, pulling her
personal phone from her bag. Ruka didn’t believe in cutting any ties that didn’t need to be cut and she was many thing, but disloyal was not one of them. She was
still close to some of her “minions” from high school and there was one in particular that might have been able to help her with her current
situation. Junior year in Oregon, Logan Huntley had been her go to for information on their fellow classmates. When Ruka was bored and wanted to ruin
someone’s day, Logan was usually the one with hauntingly accurate gossip. She would know what Amiri was talking about, even years later. Ruka shot
her a simple text: Amiri Ben Hassi. Evita? It was how the two of them spoke to one another.
She held her phone as she made her way to the stage to check on sound, yet again. Fumie had asked for ten minutes after the kitchen fiasco and
afterward, she was going to get things started. Everything was in place but with the microphone issues they’d had earlier, she just wanted to be
sure. That and it would take her mind off of whatever was going on with Amiri...At least until Logan got back to her with something useful, which
wouldn’t be long she was sure...and she was right. Not ten minutes later, just as Ruka descended the stairs she got a text back that said exactly
what she needed to spark a memory…
She had to find Amiri. Amiri - 8-9-2013 at 03:03 PM
"Another..." Amiri's fingertips pushed the recently emptied scotch glass across the top of the bar to the waiting bartender. What would this be? His
fifth? Sixth, perhaps? A smirk appeared and disappeared so quickly on his lips that only a shadow of it remained as he thought about the
expression on Nema's face if she could look at her little brother now...an echo of his former self. Pouting. Seething...drinking away the sorrows of
his "horribly unfair life". He did not have to imagine the talking to he would surely be receiving as his asinine assistant, who lived and breathed
Nema (as if the idiot had a chance with his prude of an elder sister), looked as if he could not wait to return to the office and inform her
of her brother's horrible behavior...if horrible meant accusing someone of something they had NO recollection of and drinking the entire bar out of
embarrassment. Amiri gave a heavy sigh, glancing at the empty glass that still sat in front of him. Blinking slowly, he looked away from the counter
and to the shifty eyes of the bartender.
"...are you expecting a "please"? Because that would be a waste of your time..." Amiri was not daft. He knew why there was a hesitation where they
should have been none at all. He had asked for another scotch, dry. He expected a scotch... dry. But the little issue of a drunken, emotional
contributor, no matter how important or wealthy, was something that the skittish bartender did not wanted to see. Or cause, as she had begun watering
down his drinks after the third one. And Amiri did not blame her. But the fact remained. He wanted his drink.
His glare grew stoic as he watched her, her eyes jumping to the places where he was sure people with rank and position much higher than hers, stood.
Amiri could have cared less. He could not concern himself with the plight of the "this job is paying for my college courses" bartender when his
troubles were so very present. He still could not believe himself. His actions had been impetuous that night. Talking to Ruka the way he had, blaming
her for something that was so long forgotten that he had looked insane to even mention it. Brooding the night away by the bar and having way more than
the three drink limit his sister had imposed on him. All because of her. All because of the past. And he was tired of thinking about the
past. He had seen enough embarrassment and pity for the night.
The sound of a refreshed scotch glass being placed on the bar top removed him from his thoughts. Finally. Now that he was not being policed
on the drinks that he could and could not have...he would enjoyed this one. Watered down or not. And he would drink...until he forgot.Ruka - 10-9-2013 at 02:33 AM
He was in one of two places; gone or at the bar. Given that his company had contributed tonight’s top donation to the cause, she was sure his
sister, Nema, would not allow the former. So she looked out over the crowd from the stage, hoping to spot him sipping either scotch or bourbon...and
right she was. She watched as he pushed away an empty glass and waved down the bartender for another. Now that she knew what this was about, she could
guess why he’d been so upset. Evita was the other woman...or perhaps Amiri’s real girlfriend...whatever her title then, it was clear now that she
had been important; so when Ruka laid waste to a former minion that was sleeping with Amiri at the time and Amiri himself in one crushing blow, this
Evita had been collateral damage. Oops.
She honestly couldn’t bring herself to feel too bad about it. Amiri was the one “cheating”, Ruka simply brought it to the girl’s
attention...in a very public forum. Perhaps she was partly responsible but she would not take full responsibility for someone else’s mistakes...What
she would do was talk to him about whatever would get the two of them back on cordial speaking conditions. They didn’t have to be friends but if he
kept disrespecting her over this nonsense, she was eventually going to snap. She had self-control, but everyone had their limits. She drew close to
him just as the bartender gave him what would be his last drink of the night. He looked awful.
“Thank you-,” Ruka looked to the girl’s name tag, “Evelyn. That’ll be his last drink of the evening.” The girl nodded before scurrying to
the other end of the bar and looking to Amiri, Ruka could see why she had moved so fast. She rolled her eyes a bit before taking the seat next to him.
She wasn’t going to give him the chance to tell her to go away so she spoke first.
“Evita was on the other side of what happened with the blonde girl…” Amiri - 3-11-2013 at 03:20 PM
This was what Amiri needed. The scotch being handed to him and the momentary silence and relief of everything and everyone
leaving...him...alone. He was sure that his antisocial behavior whist on "Chaâbi Group business" had made its way back to his elder and more refined
sister. He did not care. He did not care about anything but the amber colored forgetfulness in the small glass being pushed towards him. He gladly
accepted it, ready to settle into the next dose of "forget it all"...when he heard her. And just like that, forgetting was over. Everything
he had hoped to avoid for the rest of the evening had just arrived at the bar. And apparently, it was moderating his ability to drink, which he
did not need it to do.
That'll be his last drink of the evening. This was his punishment, he assumed. His bad behavior now caused the halt of the very thing that
was keeping him occupied enough to stay out of MORE trouble. Yet, he was denied this too? He guessed he could understand. Another glass of the watered
down scotch and he did not care how much water he had consumed, he would have been nice and drunk. He could feel first throws of intoxication as he
turned towards the voice that had separated him from becoming further "forgetful". Ruka's face slid into view, am irritated grimace settling on his
lips as he realized that there would be no more scotch for him now that she had arrived. And he wondered...would she take joy in depriving him of the
only thing that he had left that night...as she had already walked away with his dignity.
"Fantastic." He muttered, feeling Ruka's presence next to him as she took a seat next to him at the bar.
"I was not aware that you had been invited..." Amiri's words, spoken softly between clenched teeth were interrupted...by Ruka's first one. She had
said...a name. That name. The only name that would have given him pause. The only name that meant anything to him since the second that the woman it
belonged to had collided with his life again. Her name.
Evita...
Collecting himself, he lifted the glass to his lips, smirking as the velvety scotch touched his tongue, relaxing him. He had lost himself earlier with
Ruka. The emotions he let her see, the anger...embarrassment. He would not be clumsy enough to do it again. He would not be foolish enough to let her
know that she controlled the situation. That she controlled him.
"So. You remember." Scoffing, he placed the glass on the bar, his hands folding as he refused to look at Ruka. Not yet.
"And it was never about the blonde. Never."Ruka - 15-11-2013 at 06:06 PM
Fantastic indeed. Because yes, when she’d arrived at this fundraiser she had nothing more in mind than holding Amiri’s hand while he had a
breakdown over a girl that she could not remember, but she had apparently taken from him. Ugh. He was still the self-centered, arrogant bastard from
high school and to be quite honest, Ruka’s patience was growing thin. She had been trying to be nice for weeks now and it was absolutely
draining. Especially not now while she was trying to keep this event from falling apart. Shemar, after assaulting his wife, had found two
very willing, barely legal young ladies to disappear with leaving Ruka to wonder whether he would come back on his own or have to be dragged...The
point was, she did not have time to cater to Amiri’s inner turmoil. Why then did she find herself doing just that?
She had spent most of her time since first seeing him wondering what his little outburst was about and for some reason that she couldn’t
explain...she cared. An event she couldn’t even remember had become important to her because it seemed so important to him. Of course, now that he
was drunk nothing was as important to him as her cutting him off. She sighed, watching his grimace somehow grow deeper as he spoke. Wow. He had moved
way past drunk…
“Invited? Since when have I ever needed to be invited anywhere?” Ruka smiled a little, a short chuckle leaving her lips. She didn’t
have time for this. And holding her tongue was proving to be a task. She would move forward. She spoke. Relaying a bit of the memory Logan had
refreshed for her. Evita. So you remember...Yeah. She did. With a little help. She didn’t completely remember, of course; Evita’s face
was a complete mystery as Ruka had been more focused on the cracking face of the blonde that had betrayed her. But she remembered what happened...and
she kind of understood his anger toward her. But she would be damned if she would be blamed for his inability to bed possibly the only woman in
America that wouldn’t sleep with him.
“Yes, I remember, but if you remember, this Evita wasn’t exactly my focus. It was about you.” That was the start of a hard truth that
Ruka knew she would have to tread lightly around. “You cheated on one of my minions. It was a weakness to exploit and I used it. I didn’t take
Evita from you. You pushed her away.” She was being honest. Treading lightly wasn’t exactly what she’d done but she did get her
thoughts out. It was how things had played out and there was no one to blame but Amiri. She hadn’t cheated on this girl that she allegedly took from
him. He’d done his own dirt. Amiri - 17-11-2013 at 12:07 PM
That was the problem with Ruka Sōuen as of late. She was never invited. It was almost laughable that she had become a welcomed faction
in Amiri's life. Contracting with his company, thanks to his dear, sweet elder sister. Planning and orchestrating the events that brought them more
success. And in that time, Amiri had begun to, lest he admit, enjoy her company...that was until Evita reappeared, making real what
had only been memory for so long. And with those memories came the guilt...and the anger. And in Ruka's case, the blame. Because all that
looking into that alabaster skin and those dark eyes meant to him was "remembering". Remembering everything. That made her presence painful and
undesirable...and tiring. And what was more? It made his gradually increasing drunken stupor less effective.
"I assume never..." Amiri muttered, leaning his face into his palm, his glare unceasing as Ruka found amusement in his unwelcoming welcome.
"...considering the way you continually impose on...everything?" Grunting sourly, he prepared a quick exit before another draining conversation
ensued...until she spoke her name. Until she said the only thing that he had wanted to hear from the moment that he had shown his anger and
displeasure with Ruka at the gala. He had wanted to know that...that he was not alone in remembering every single thing that had happened when he lost
Evita. That it had not been something consequential that did not mattered. That even though it had not effected Ruka's life, she still remembered
ruining his. Because...when Evita departed from his life, what had been a tremor to Ruka had been an earthquake to him. No, it had never been about
her minion... It had been about Evita...and her being ripped from his grasp...or so he wanted to believe.
But Ruka, being the harbinger of unpleasantness that she had always been, reminded Amiri of the truth. Her focus had always been Amiri. The
destruction and devastation of Amiri Ben Hassi. And Amiri had done nothing but given her the material she needed to make the ultimate weapon. Evita's
hate and the death of his father. The twin blow the nearly ended him. And...it was his fault. All of it. Perhaps not his father's passing, but
definitely Evita's leaving...and now her marriage and motherhood. It did not have to be this way. It had been Amiri's doing. And Ruka was not
hesitating to remind him of that fact.
"Stop." He said simply, quieting Ruka's truth. His eyes left her as he stared blankly, looking at nothing...sipping the thing that would make her more
and more silent.
"I do not want nor need to hear anymore..." Placing the glass back on the bar, he could have walked away at that very moment. He could have just
gotten up and left the very thing that he believed would have made him feel less...alone. Her truth did not. It only made the loneliness burn worse. Ruka - 17-11-2013 at 04:27 PM
He was being a child, his snide comment about her current imposition not going unnoticed, simply being ignored. He was hurting. She wasn’t trying to
make it any worse but she wasn’t going to let him keep blaming her for something that wasn’t her fault. Not only was it bad for the business they
were doing together, it was bad for what she thought was a new friendship. Ugh. She hated how Disney that sounded. God forbid she ever have to say so
out loud, but she had grown quite fond of Amiri’s company. She thought they were doing well and now she knew what had changed things, she was trying
to change them back. She cared. She felt…off about it, but she cared about her old friend…
So she told him the truth. It wasn’t her fault if things had gone south with an old girlfriend of his. He was responsible for his actions and she
had no control over the collateral damage she’d caused years ago when she was a bored, immature teenager. And why was he bringing it up now? She
couldn’t remember exactly what Amiri had said during his little rant, but he’d said something about her being back right? That’s what brought
this on? He wanted to rekindle an unavailable old flame? She could keep asking herself or…He may not have wanted to hear anymore, but she had more
to say. She had questions. He’d started this whole mess.
“Why are you bringing this up now, Amiri?” she sighed a bit, looking away, trying another approach to getting him over this hump. “It was
the past. You’ve moved on…” Amiri - 28-11-2013 at 07:46 PM
Moved on? He had? Well...that was news to him. And what was more, it was absolutely amazing that Ruka knew more about HIS past and his ability to
"move on from it" than he did. She was more amazing than Amiri had originally assumed, yes? Along with being abrasively intruding, she was also
clairvoyant? Amazing. Really... But he supposed her assumptions were understandable. As he was not a constant, opened mouth, share all,
assumptions were all that people like Ruka had. Understood, yes. Appreciated? Not likely. Because the reality of the matter was this: she did not
know him and he had not moved on. Their childhood seemed eons away. Growing up so quickly and assuming responsibility of so much had mad it feel
that way, casting an aged shadow on wounds that were fresher than Amiri liked to admit. And the wound of Evita still stung, refusing the healing that
his denial and avoidance attempted at providing. He knew better now. Seeing Evita after all of this time and feeling that same slow burn of guilt and
the pangs of regret ended that belief. It had never left him. It had never gone. Ruka's comment was laughable because now Amiri knew...there was no
moving on from his past.
"Move...on?" Amiri chuckled, playing with the emptying glass in his hand. "There is no moving on when your past follows you, Ruka." His voice faded to
silence as he lifted the glass to his lips again, draining the remainder of the amber liquid. The drink was gone and there would be no more following
it. But the feeling was still there. The feeling that everything was crumbling around him and the last person he wanted to watch it crumble was the
person that had aided in it doing so. But she was right. It was not her fault. It had never been her fault. It had been his. In his stupid youth, he
believed he was doing the right thing. He believed he was doing what it would take to love Evita and keep her from the ugly world that his father's
money purchased him. But he did not protect her. He did not save her. In what seemed like the end, he had hurt her. He had hurt her when he should
have been protecting her from himself. And in the very end, the end that he was living right now...he was the one that truly felt the pain.
"Why." He questioned simply, letting his head, which was getting increasingly heavier, fall to his hands. He cradled it there as he paused, his one
worded inquisition lingering in the air. Even if the short question did not mean anything to Ruka, it meant worlds to Amiri. Why did Ruka even
care? Why, besides avoiding the possibility of the embarrassment of a drunken, emotional outburst from Amiri, was she even wasting her time with
him? She had a gala to host and very prestigious clients to please. Why? Why was any of this important to her? It had not been in the past. She had
shown Amiri that when she had taken out the fatal strike against him and ended the facade between he, the blonde and Evita. It was all a means to an
end. So why, now, was there even the slightest concern to why the past had reared its ugly head back into his life?
"Why do you care...now?" His eyes were questioning even if his inquiry seemed less than invitingly warm. He had not meant it that way. "It was...none
of this was truly your fault. I know that. I think I have always known that. She was my weakness. You, like the opportunist you are, took that
weakness and exploited it. I understand. I would have done the same..."
"So, why are you...wasting your time...here. With me?"Ruka - 6-12-2013 at 08:01 AM
Move...on? What? Was it something she’d said? Had he not moved on? This was the first she had heard of this Evita since her apparent
disappearance in high school. He was living a life! Even after his father, he pushed forward and moved on. This girl had no part in that. He
was a different person; it was a different time. The past was over and things had changed. Ruka wasn’t the same person and neither was Amiri. She
knew that for a fact and even if he thought differently, he had moved on. Of course, he did think differently. His past was “following him” he
thought. But it wasn’t. He was trailing it along with him, opening old wounds that didn’t need to be open just to rub them in salt. Amiri was
hurting and he was doing it to himself.
“Amiri, please-,” Ruka rolled her eyes a bit, a small sigh leaving her as she prepared to explain to him, like the child he was behaving like,
that this woman’s reappearance was inconsequential to his life. Sure, he may have cared for her at one point, but just as he had changed over time,
this woman probably had too. He may not even know her anymore and yet he was here, wallowing in his misery and alienating those who were trying to
help him. Ruka was about to make this very valid point until Amiri spoke again, a simple word leaving his lips that she knew was more loaded than it
sounded. Why? It was a perfectly reasonable question she guessed. Why was she doing this? Why did she care? Beyond getting him to stop acting
like a complete child in her presence, what was her motivation for getting him out of this funk? The answer was simple and she thought, obvious.
“Well, Amiri, until a few weeks ago I was under the impression our relationship extended beyond the professional…” To be honest, she thought
they were friends. It’s not really something she was willing to say out loud, as it sounded very...outside of her character, but it was true. She
had grown fond of Amiri and she was trying to help him, simply because they were friends.
“I only see it as a waste of time if you keep up this melodrama and refuse to listen to reason-,” Ruka took a chance, lightly placing her hand
atop his as she tried to soften the blow of her previous words and make way for the next ones, “Just...I’m trying to be nice. What can I do to
make things okay between us again?”Amiri - 6-12-2013 at 05:10 PM
Their relationship? Extending beyond the "professional"? Even in the annoyed state that he found himself, Amiri could not help the smirk that hit his
lips and the momentary glint of boyish mischief in his eyes at the suggestion that he and Ruka were beyond..."professional". He blamed the scotch for
the lapse of his annoyed scowl, a glimmer of his former self flashing in him at the most inopportune of times as he looked into Ruka's face. All
joking aside, she could not have been more correct. The two had formed something just short of an alliance...almost like a friendship in their months
working along side each other. Until this. Until Evita's presence found its way back into Amiri's life again. Evita was the altering charge.
The electricity in the air. She was shifting everything now. Unknowingly, she was the storm that had been brewing for weeks between he and Ruka. The
storm that left him more and more progressively plastered at a bar during a business charity event and left Ruka cleaning up the mess. Evita came in
like a quiet hurricane, shifting and upturning all the things and Amiri's life with the slightest whisper of her presence. He had seen her one time
and everything was different now. Because of her.
A hushed groan slipped from him, head returning to his hands as Ruka spoke, the feeling of her heavy gaze on him even though he could not see her
looking at him. He knew she was. He could feel the judgement of her stare as she saw the things that barely anyone outside of his family saw. The hurt
and anguish of a past that had not yet been forgiven, nor forgotten. The annoyance with the emotions he displayed so openly and the
embarrassment...the embarrassment of knowing that everything...all of it was visible and he could not hide behind his arrogance and pride any longer.
Because Ruka saw him...she saw it all.
And yet, she stayed beside him, sitting at that bar with him when she had a gala to orchestrate and probably a million other issues that were much
more important than a drunken, emotional playboy to handle. Yes, drunken. Perhaps the drinks had not been as "watered down" as Amiri had initially
presumed. The feeling of lightheaded disorientation was close, he knew it. There was just the tingle in his fingertips now, the warming of his cheeks
and palms. The pleasant easiness of slight intoxication. A sneaking drunk was good new for Amiri...and for the underestimated bartender with what
Amiri believed was a stingy pouring hand. There was hope for that silly little bartender, yet. Either way, Ruka's devotion was admirable. Especially
to him during a situation such as this. All the blame Amiri had thrown at her, pelting her with angry accusations and she was still there...talking to
him. Well...admonishing him, actually.
"Melodrama?" Snorting his annoyance at the conversation Ruka was still having with him about the unforgotten past that she could not understand, Amiri
shifted on the barstool at her words, knowing that they were almost, if not completely true. But he could not see the entire truth. All he could see
was...Evita and her presence missing from his life, bestowed to someone less deserving...less...
What can I do to make things okay between us again? OH. What was this? Possible repentance? Perhaps not. But the possibility of reparations?
From Ruka Souen? Well...this was something Amiri would have never imagined in his youth. Honestly, the idea of it in his adulthood shocked him. And he
did not try to hide his shock as his head lifted from his hands, a blurry look of amusement on his face. He could not believe his ears...yet, he
already knew the answer to her offer of atonement.
"You owe me nothing." He said simply, his head shaking softly as he lowered it back into his hands. What was there for her to do? What revenge could
he exact that would right a relationship that was not wronged. He did not truly blame Ruka for a past that was the fault of his own. So there was
nothing. Unless she knew a way to take everything back and right the past. There was no rewind button on their lives. What was done was done
and...and...
"Wait..." He muttered, sitting up quicker than his intoxication allowed which caused him to waiver on the spot. Thankfully he had been sitting or he
might have toppled over from the slight liquor-induced vertigo.
"Perhaps...there is something." His eyes found a blurred, fuzzy Ruka as a lopsided grin settled on his face.Ruka - 13-12-2013 at 12:39 PM
Oh God. Ruka couldn’t help herself as a small smirk matching his hit her lips. She should have worded her explanation more carefully, but Amiri knew
what she meant. It was a friendship. Nothing more. And certainly nothing any less. Their relationship was more than professional because they had a
history; a bittersweet past, that was more sweet than bitter, that the two of them often looked back upon fondly...obviously not often enough as Amiri
had found the one memory that was able to ruin what they had now. She didn’t want it to though. Despite her best efforts, she cared that he was
upset with her and it was a care that existed on a more than professional level. Because as she’d said, they existed on a more than
professional level. It was a fact she was coming to terms with and he would have to too. After he was finished with this hissyfit.
Or as she had worded it, the “melodrama”. She smiled a bit as he expressed his annoyance with her accusing him of being melodramatic. He knew it
was true though. Here he was, behaving as if his world was ending because he’d run into an old flame once. For that he had been
treating her like “the help” for weeks now. She was over it and he should have been too! To be quite honest, she didn’t understand it. Amiri
wasn’t one to...keep women. He had asked her before, but the question of why was on her tongue too. Why was this Evita so important? What made her
so special to him that he would end a personal relationship and risk a business relationship? Ruka couldn’t imagine Amiri ever being in a serious
relationship...with anyone. So what was this about an old flame from high school? They were all questions she could have asked, but she wasn’t going
to. All she really needed to know was how to fix things.
The way he looked at her as she asked elicited a genuine giggle from her. Drunken amusement covered his features as he gave her a look mingled with
disbelief. It wasn’t impossible for her to want to make amends with someone. Their younger selves probably never would have believed this was
happening, but she was being genuine. She was being a friend. Their moment was short lived however as his head returned to his hands and he told her
that she did not owe him anything. That she knew. She hadn’t done anything wrong, it was the game they played with one another, she’d simply won
that night. She didn’t owe him anything, but she did want to make things right with him…And as he thought about it, it seemed there was a way.
Her hands reached out for him, hoping to keep him upright as he sat up far too fast for his own good. Ruka rolled her eyes as he told her that there
was perhaps a way she could help. From the sounds of things and given his drunken stupor, she could guess how.
“I’m still not sleeping with you, Amiri. So outside of that, how can I help you?” Amiri - 13-12-2013 at 04:17 PM
What? No! That was not what- he had not meant that when he had...was he that predictable? Perhaps in another time and another place
his thoughts would not have been far from Ruka's pretty and presumably lacy underthings, but tonight was not that time and the ballroom was
unfortunately not that place. He was a man on a mission now, it seemed. And that mission was further in the past than even dear Ruka Souen went. He
was focused. Well, he was as focused as the forgotten number of glasses of scotch allowed him to be at the particular moment. Ruka's words had
inspired him in ways she did not know, her invitation to help causing Amiri's smirk to widen. There was something that she could do for him and he
knew that when he asked, there would be no limit to how far Ruka would go to make the impossible possible. He would never hesitate to admit her
amazing feats the way he would have in his youth. He respected Ruka for the limitlessness of her reach and the swiftness of her hand. She had been an
admirable adversary and now, apparently she was a useful friend. And Amiri would accept both. Her friendship...and her powerful hand...as both would
bring him to the thing that had become his mission now. Evita.
He knew it was foolish of him to want her after all this time...after all he had done to her. Of course he knew this. He had no right to return to her
life after all this time, wanting her again. Hoping for something that was seemingly beyond him and his reach. She was married now. And she had a son.
She had a family that did not include Amiri or his childish dreams of having her back and making amends with her. But he could not think of anything
else except for that as he leaned over the bar, his muddled existence making him more and more sure of his decision.
"Not to worry, zweena." He chuckled, smiling at her as his eyes floated down the length of her gown and back to her face. "I have other
things in mind tonight. Rain check?" Another laugh escaped his smiling lips. They may have been friends and his sights may have been set on Evita, but
something inside of him could not resist seeing Ruka's feathers ruffled...even with the deliciously aged scotch racing through his blood.
"I want you to do something for me, but you have to promise me one thing first." Leaning closer to where Ruka sat, their shoulders touched as he
smiled, blearily at her, her features muddying as he drew nearer.
"Do not judge me, yes?" Lowering his voice, he spoke softly.
"I want her, Ruka. I care not the cost. I want her."Ruka - 13-12-2013 at 04:39 PM
She guessed she should have guessed that they would make it to this point eventually. He wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t ask her to drinks or to
bed at least once while they were together. Of course that was how this conversation had begun in the first place. He wasn’t himself lately. He
barely spoke to her unless he was barking an order...but all of that was behind them now it seemed. The had confirmed a friendship and were working on
yet another “business proposition”. There was indeed something she could do for him and as he asked her for a raincheck on sex, she found that he
had something else in mind. Leaning into him, Rukas eyebrow raised as he asked her not to judge him after hearing exactly what he wanted from
her…
I want her, Ruka.
She didn’t understand and she allowed that confusion to show on her face as she leaned back into her own space and waited for more of an
explanation. An explanation that did not come. “So go get her Amiri. I don’t see the issue-,” she didn’t. What woman turned Amiri Ben Hassi
down? He had the money, power, and respect to have the woman of his choosing. Surely this Evita wasn’t out of his reach, so what was he asking of
her? An address? A phone number? Where did she come in to all of this? Ruka waved her hand, signaling the long since forgotten bartender and hoping
that she understood her gesture to mean “two more”. He attention never turned from Amiri though, waiting for him to clarify his request.
“What exactly are you asking me to do?”Amiri - 13-12-2013 at 05:04 PM
Now, honestly. Amiri could not help but to assume that he request was clear. He had said it in the plainest English, the simplest way he had known
how. He wanted her. He wanted Evita. And he wanted nothing to stand in the way. Not the cost of acquiring her personal files and information. Not the
difficulty of finding a way to get her to meet up with him...in private. And certainly not the steps taken towards finding a way...anyway to get her
to leave the life she had built with a man that was not him. He...needed her. Amiri was sure of it now as he sat next to Ruka, asking her to
do what was improbable to him, but easy for her. He had not been sure of it when he had seen her inside of the store, but he was sure of it now. He
needed Evita and he needed a second chance to show her how much of a mistake it had been to move on...to live without Amiri. Without the love of her
life. That was what he had been. Her everything. Now with a child and a faceless husband, Amiri could not help wondering if that sentiment was the
same. Had it changed?
Damn...of course. The husband. The child. Ruka did not know. She had no idea of the altering of Evita's life as she had not even known of her
importance or cared of her existence. Hm. Amiri's eyes shifted as Ruka asked him the questions that would be so difficult to answer. Why could he NOT
get her all his own?
"Number one, she probably hates me now. Our past has seen to that." Amiri muttered, reminding Ruka of the fact that there was still his infidelity and
Evita's refusal to ever forgive him or see him again. That part of their departure had been more than uncomfortably public. And he was sure that even
in their pleasantries, her position had not changed.
"Number two? There are...things that will foreseeably be in our way." He dressed "son and husband" up as well as he could with the half truth that he
told, a gracious nod to Ruka as the bartender flashed a quick look of confusion in Ruka's direction, but took the drink order and began pouring their
drinks. Ruka was very correct...they would need a drink.
"But you have always been amazing when it comes to obstacles. Have you not?" Ruka - 13-12-2013 at 05:28 PM
Yes, Ruka had cut him off when she arrived, but it didn’t seem polite to have a drink in front of him while he could not...and she was sure she
would need one soon. This conversation had gone very strange, very fast. Why was Amiri asking her to do something he could easily do himself? Sure,
maybe the cheating scandal was a bit much for her, but surely Amiri was more than charming enough for her to forgive and forget. Ruka knew that there
was very little women, all women, would not forgive to be aligned with power. Amiri was well within his power to convince this woman to talk to
him...So what was he asking her? Why couldn’t he do things himself?
She listened as he counted down his reasons, their drinks appearing before them as he reached the end of his first point. She probably hated him? Ruka
had hated him once. As she’d said before, he could persuade her to do otherwise. He was actually quite pleasant now that he had grown up a bit.
Surely he could show this Evita that and be done with this nonsense. Ruka sipped her drink, the amber liquid warming her throat as it went down. His
second point did not go down as smooth. “What kind of things?” There was something he was not telling her. She could see that now, his
words becoming more cryptic and growing closer to becoming lies. What exactly were these…oh? Did Amiri really think she would stop asking
questions if he stated enough facts about her competence and resourcefulness?
“I have-,” Ruka replied, her lips pulling at the corners as an all knowing smirk overtook her features. He thought he could charm her into doing
his bidding? She was interested in seeing where this was going...but she was more interested in seeing what exactly made him think manipulation was
the only way to get her to do what he wanted her to. “But you still haven’t told me what kind of obstacles I might face in a task as simple as
getting a woman to speak with you.” She wanted details. Details that he was not giving. Amiri - 13-12-2013 at 06:06 PM
An avoiding explanation. A doting...manipulative compliment there. The shadow of the boyish grin that had caused so much trouble in his youth settling
on his defined, older features. Amiri had to admit that he was not hesitating to put his best, yet incredibly scheming foot forward. He was sure it
was unnecessary as there was nothing that Ruka did not see...or know. Her omniscience was god-like as there was nothing that she missed in Amiri's
flattering words and flirtatious closeness. Charm had worked so well on Ruka's...minions did she call them? Yes, her minions...a childhood
name for those that she used for her strategic movements...and her more devastating take downs. But the same charming act that Amiri used as a weapon
only deflected off of Ruka's steely intelligence and know all. The corners of her lips curled into a smile that told Amiri that he was not CLOSE to
keeping her from asking questions about the task that was soon to be her victory.
"Things, Ruka." Amiri repeated himself, exasperatedly, pulling the scotch that had been handed to him closer as he hesitated to put the glass to his
lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering himself as the effects of the liquor he had already consumed slowed down the quickness that he so
dearly needed when volleying with someone like Ruka Souen. Now was not the time for inebriation.
"Things that are not important." Correction. Things that were not important to Amiri. Of course Evita's family would be her life. Amiri knew that. He
knew that her son would be the very breath in her lungs. She would live for the boy and nothing would part her from him. Amiri knew this because it
was her devotion that made him fall in love with her. She was so committed to those she cared about. Taking a job in his childhood home to care for an
ailing mother. Allowing herself to be a servant for the love of her family. Endangering all of that...just to be loved so foolishly by him. She was
selfless. Amiri knew that...and he hoped, stupidly, that that same selflessness would not extend to her husband. That there was a weakness, a chink in
her loving armor that would allow her to fall for Amiri again...
"I do not...by Allah...fine. As you will NOT yield...there is a man. I am sure of it." There. He had admitted it. Well, he had admitted part
of it. Was that not enough? A simple man who had given her a beautiful boy child. And that would be the end of his purpose in her life. Because Amiri
could be everything to her...and yes, even her child. If Ruka could help him win her back. If Evita would let him in...
"But that is not enough to deter you, Ruka." He continued, finally raising the glass to his lips. "I know this..." He took a sip as his eyes met
Ruka's again. He leaned in again, his lips touching her ear.
"You are infinite. I know you..." Ruka - 13-12-2013 at 06:37 PM
Ruka sighed as Amiri repeated himself, knowing full well that was not what she wanted to hear. She was after information. Not more of the nothing he
was giving her about this situation. Surely he didn’t want her to ask outright what exactly he was keeping from her. She knew he wasn’t stupid. He
had to know flattery was getting him nowhere. Ruka did not make agreements under uncertain terms and she was certain that was exactly what Amiri was
trying to get her to do. She would know why soon enough because he wasn’t leaving her presence without telling her the one hundred percent truth.
Things that are not important. So “things” was indeed something she needed to know before she got herself into this mess with him. At
this rate she could probably just assume the opposite of everything he said was true and she would have no need to ask him anything else. She hated
this. Akatsuki and her uncle used to do this to her all the time. When she was “too young” to understand so they told her half truths or no truths
at all. She did not enjoy being coddled like a child then and she certainly didn’t like being lied to now. Her patience was growing thin and she was
sure it showed in her face. She had other things to do. In case Amiri had forgotten she was in the middle of an event. An event that was already a bit
of a mess without her catering to Amiri. Ruka wanted him to come to the point.
She did not speak, lifting her drink to her lips and keeping eye contact over the brim of the glass.Her eyes narrowed at him. She would simply
wait...and not for long obviously as she finally got a confession out of him. There was a man. Andddddd there it was. The obstacle...or was it?
Something as simple as another man surely wasn’t what was keeping him from this girl...She still didn’t like this…
“Another man?” she questioned.He continued as if she hadn’t spoken, stroking her ego a bit more and probably hoping that would quell her
curiosity. It did not. She had plenty to ask, all of which she could probably get him to eventually answer with the truth, but she did not have the
time. During their time together, the gala had moved on without them. Awards were being presented and she was sure her phone had been vibrating
without pause since it had been forgotten since the beginning of this conversation. She didn’t have time for it.
“I will look into it, Amiri,” she downed the rest of her drink quickly, standing and taking her phone from the bar top. It vibrated in her hand
indicating someone was indeed in need of her presence and she knew that was simply the most recent of a long list of messages she had not responded
to. She sighed softly at the thought. “We’ll talk more about it in office tomorrow?” Amiri - 13-12-2013 at 07:01 PM
I will look into it, Amiri. And there they were. The words that he had wanted to hear from the moment that Ruka had allowed him to give her
bottle the metaphorical "rub". To be honest, he had expected more. Ruka had given in to Amiri's wishes with a less that sufficient, pitiful
explanation of the task to be completed. And...that was not like her. Ruka was a woman of details. A woman that planned the plans for her plans. She
was thorough. She was concise. And she did not stop asking questions and prying details until every "i" was dotted and every "t" was crossed. Truly,
"thorough" was not the word. But she had taken Amiri's words and agreed to at least look into the situation with Evita without another word. But just
as Ruka was intelligent, Amiri was smart...evem with more alcohol than necessary in his system. This was just the ground work. The first phase. Ruka
would do her homework and then she would decide if she truly would take on Amiri's challenge. And Amiri knew she would. Because no matter
what...Ruka Souen liked a challenge. And a challenge, this would be. Amiri was sure of it...
"Duty calls?" Amiri questioned as Ruka downed the rest of her drink and grabbed her phone. Without an answer, Amiri already knew that the gala became
important again now that Ruka had cleared one obstacle out of the way. With a promise, she had deflected the emotional storm that he had been. And
with one promise, Amiri was so much closer to the source of the storm.
"Yes. We shall." A promise of another meeting in the office the next day would be another question session if she had not found out everything he was
hiding from her. But the truth remained. He would say and do whatever it took to get Evita back where she belonged. He would do anything.Fumie - 13-12-2013 at 07:33 PM
Fumie sighed, descending the last couple of stair to exit the stage area and beginning to cross the ballroom. They’d made it through introductions,
awards, scholarships, and special recognitions and they were nearing the end of the night. Shemar was up and giving his little thank you speech. All
of it was bullshit. How much he cared about the kids, how important he knew the work Kidd’s Kids did, how he would forever be dedicated to the
cause. Ugh. It made her sick to think that the man she married could be anyone’s role model and yet here she was trying to sell the dream that
Shemar Kidd was a man to aspire to...She wondered how many women in the room were currently “aspiring” to have her husband for the night. She
needed a drink. Walking away from the stage Fumie approached the bar hoping to get something that might start to numb the sting she still felt in her
lip from earlier. No one could tell of course, but Shemar had split it with his little kitchen temper tantrum. The most important night of her year
and he choses tonight of all nights to...who was she kidding, this could have been any day of the week. Running a hand through her hair, she kept pace
to the bar. A drink would do her some good, or so she thought, before she saw someone that would be much better for lifting her spirits.
She smiled a little as her eyes caught Zori for the hundredth time that night. Was it wrong that most of her time spent on stage had been spent
talking to him? She wasn’t sure if he noticed or not, she knew this gala wasn’t really his style. Maybe he’d been zoned out for the lot of it.
It would probably be better that way so she wouldn’t have to explain why she’d spent her night addressing him rather than the room as a
whole...she had something else to say to him anyway.
“Zori-,” she called to him giving a small wave as she changed her path and directed it to run into his. “I’m so glad you didn’t leave. I owe
you an apology.” Zori - 13-12-2013 at 08:07 PM
...and if there's anyone that I do it for, it's the kids. I mean, I'm just honored to serve as role model to kids who only have a handful to
choose from. Kids who came up like me...
As Zori watched Shemar check his Rolex for the fifth time during his speech and adjust his suit that he'd probably dropped a couple of hundreds just
to get altered, he wasn't really sure if Shemar even remembered what it was like to "come up". Yeah, Zori knew the man's story. He came up in D-town.
Poorer than poor. But then again, looking at this cat...he may have started from the bottom, but he couldn't have found the "bottom" if you gave him a
map of his own damn neighborhood. Or maybe...Zori was just being salty. Which was perfectly understandable considering that Shemar had just played his
life...and his gym. In front of Fumie. Stung like a mother fucker. Could Zori blame him, though? Nah. He could be salty about it, but he
couldn't hate the dude. Shemar was defending what was his to defend. His wifey, or in other words, the woman that Zori asked out and hugged right dead
ass in front of her husband. Nice.
Shifting in his seat, he let himself tune out Shemar's voice as he sat and stared at...shit, basically nothing. The night had been nice enough, even
after the rough start. He enjoyed watching some of the kids that the foundation helped receive scholarships and awards for their achievements. He even
enjoyed the food...which was heavy enough to make him understand why the plates were a guap. That kind of heavy change for some food? Damn. He'd
enjoyed other things too...like Fumie's speeches. And not because of that plunging neckline and high split that his eyes weren't supposed to be
catching because she was somebody else's wife. No...it was more than that. She had a lot to say and everything she said had heart attached to it. He
could tell she believed the purpose of the foundation...that she wasn't just spouting off lines...like her husband. But that was just what Zori picked
up on. Not like her husband was on his mind as she spoke, her words connecting with Zori as she spoke them. He felt her, with every word. And it
almost felt like...he knew it sounded stupid but...it felt like she was speaking right to him.
Very doubtful. Zori chuckled sourly as he sat. Yeah, he needed a moment. Excusing himself at a table full of people he didn't know, he
prepared to make his exit from the ballroom...until someone else caught his eye. Fumie. And from the looks of it, she was headed his way.
"Hey..." He greeter her, a quick smile as he made to walk around her...until she stopped him and told him how good it was that he didn't leave
because...
"For what?" His baritone voice spoke again, politely interrupting her words. "Your husband? Nah, you don't owe me an apology at all."Fumie - 14-12-2013 at 07:08 AM
Shemar’s speech became background noise as soon as Fumie caught sight of the man she really wanted to focus on. She hadn’t had the time to find
Zori after her talk with Shemar. She’d had to get herself back together and put on a show for her guests. She did owe him an apology though...well
Shemar did. That of course would happen when all the pigs in a frozen hell started flying so Fumie was left to clean up his mess, as per usual. She
didn’t mind it so much this time though. It was an excuse to speak to the man she’d been talking to for a majority of the night, only this time he
would be talking back to her...although
he hadn’t really planned on it. Fumie’s hand rested against his arm as she stopped his progression to an unknown destination. She was just glad
he was here to catch at all.
“No, I do. Shemar was an ass to you, Zori and I’m sorry. He gets…-,” she took a short pause trying to come up with something true and
something that didn’t give away too much about her marriage. “...a little insecure.” Yeah, that was okay and, shit, it was true. Shemar was
feeling insecure. That was why he couldn’t stomach a small hug between friends. That was why he couldn’t handle her even hinting that she didn’t
need him. Shemar was an insecure, immature little boy. As proven by allowing his wife to clean up his messes.
“I hope you didn’t pay him any mind,” drawing in her bottom lip, Fumie silently hoped he would accept that apology. Secretly because she liked
him more than she should, but more importantly because she still needed his gym for the summer for the kids. “I would hate for something Shemar did
to ruin a good thing.”
That was the story of her life though wasn’t it?Zori - 14-12-2013 at 09:41 AM
Really, there wasn't a reason for her to be apologizing to him. Not that he was saying that he'd deserved Shemar's backwards comments about his gym
and the way he ran it, but Zori knew what was up and it wasn't just that her husband was "insecure". Getting chumped was what happened when you
stepped over your boundaries and started venturing into places that weren't yours to travel into. Like "other people's property-ville". A place that
Zori was trying to stay far the hell away from when it came to Fumie. She was a brilliant woman. Hard working and professional. But she was also
Shemar Kidd's wife, the face of the foundation that had just partnered with Zori's gym and donated a generous amount of money and equipment. Zori
couldn't mess up what they had going because he didn't get Shemar's not-so subtle message to "stay the fuck away from his wife". He couldn't do that
to the kids that the gym helped and he couldn't do that to the foundation. Staying away would be easier...
"Fumie, come on." He chuckled uncomfortably as she kept talking, continuing to apologize for a husband that had meant what he said and wouldn't be
doing any apologizing himself. If Zori hadn't thought it enough, he would think it again. She didn't have to do this. Zori held no offense
against Fumie or her husband. HE was the outsider when it came to Shemar and his family. Zori was the thing that didn't matter in the equation that
made up the Kidds. And when it came to Fumie, that sentiment was still the same...no matter how much he wished it didn't have to be. In a different
time without a husband and a family that she was committed to, maybe he and Fumie could've hit it off. Maybe they could've had something...but there
wasn't another time or place. There was now. Zori mentally kicked himself, disbelieving that he was even having thoughts about that shit...like there
was a possibility. Like there was a chance.
"Your husband didn't ruin anything. We're good." He smiled genuinely at her as she continued to try to clean up the mess.
"I'm starting to think that apologizing is going to be the regular with us..." He joked, chuckling for a moment...before he realized he'd used the
word "us". Fumie - 16-12-2013 at 04:18 PM
He was so fucking perfect. He was taking Shemar’s…attitude like a champ; not that she thought he wouldn’t , but he was so zen
about everything. Fumie wasn’t pretending like the things Shemar had said hadn’t been fighting words, but he seemed unphased. Even going as far as
telling her her apology wasn’t necessary. She still wanted to give it though. He was owed it. Of course, it wasn’t supposed to come from Fumie,
but she honestly couldn’t remember the last time Shemar even offered a sarcastic apology for anything. As sorry as his ass was, he never said so.
But that was neither here nor there. She wasn’t going to make their time together about Shemar; she got enough of him as it was. She wanted more of
Zori. As bad as she knew it was, she wanted to know more about him. His interests, his hopes, his fears; all of it. She hadn’t felt that way about
anyone since falling for Shemar...What was the point? She knew nothing between them would ever be possible but she was still curious, still...thirsty.
Damn it. She was thirsty for more than just information…Fumie smiled a little as he told her Shemar hadn’t ruined anything. That was good
to hear and enough to take her mind off of…other things.
“Thanks, Zori. That’s very big of you-,” True. And the end of the two of them even thinking about Shemar. Sometimes Fumie wished she hadn’t
told him about her marriage. She wished she could have come to this thing as her plus one as a single, unattached woman waiting for
the right man. Waiting for Zori. God, she wished things were different! In another time, with a different past, they could have been great
together...now what could they have? A friendship? More?
More became a possibility as Zori mentioned the words “regular” and “us” in the same sentence. He probably hadn’t meant it that way. He
probably meant the “us” that were business partners. The “us” that maintained a professional yet friendly relationship. That “us”. But she
wanted it to mean more. She was sure it showed in her cheeks as she felt her face go hot and she fidgeted a bit, pulling at her hair a little.
“I’ll have to get better at minimizing the awkward moments-,” she giggled a little, her hand touching his arm again before she drew back into
her own space. Why couldn’t she keep her hand to herself? She wouldn’t dwell on it. More talking.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight? I know it wasn’t really your thing…”Zori - 18-12-2013 at 05:42 PM
Fumie's laugh was a welcomed distraction, breaking up the tense thickness of the air around them. "Minimizing the awkward moments", huh. That sounded
like a hell of a good idea considering that those awkward moments were all that Zori had shared with her from the very beginning of
their...their nothing. There really wasn't a "their". Yeah, maybe something professional lingered between them. A sort of acquaintanceship
that didn't extend beyond his gym and her visits there. But that was it. And considering what looked like a very jealous husband and the fact that
that husband didn't really have a filter on keeping what he thought from being what he said, there probably wouldn't be anything else. Not even a
friendship. Not for them. And Zori couldn't ignore the fact that against everything that he knew...that made him feel some kind of way. Probably
because against his better judgement, against everything he knew he should and shouldn't do...he wanted more. Even admitting that in his
thoughts was fucked up. But it was true. He wanted to get to know Fumie. He wanted to know what made her laugh...other than jokes about how awkward
the time they spent together was. What did she do in her downtime? That was if she had any seeing as she seemed like she was always on the clock. He
just wanted to know her instead of the riding on the made up things he assumed about her. But as he'd said before, that wasn't possible and
even entertaining the thought was a waste of time as the conversation he was having with her now would probably stop at friendly chit chat until her
husband came looking for her.
Did he enjoy himself? Zori smiled for a moment at Fumie's question. Her event, her foundation, her money and she was still worried about if HE enjoyed
it. Her generosity was the only reason why he was there as there was no way he could've paid the expensive fee for a ticket and a plate. The only
thing he'd offered to the foundation was his gym and that wasn't nearly enough. And still, she wanted to know how Zori had liked the event. Her
humility didn't stop amazing him...
"Just being invited was enough." He replied, giving a quick, sincere smile. He'd meant what he said. He appreciated it. He'd gotten to rub elbows with
athletes he would have never had the chance to meet. Not like he was star struck, but he couldn't deny an honor when he was presented it. The greats
in the room that night made it worth it. Being able to be involved in a cause that was so much bigger than him was worth it.
"But yeah, I had a good time." He nodded as a shortlived silence fell between them. Zori used it to scan the room for a moment, set his eyes on
Shemar. He found him quickly, still giving his acknowledgements to the gala guests and foundation supporters. Good. A little talking and Zori would
take his leave in enough time to avoid another run in with the "greatest of all time".
"And you did an amazing job with all of this. You really make it look easy." Even though Zori gave a quiet chuckle, his comment was serious. She did
make putting together something this huge look...simple. It was almost as if she did it all with just a wave of her hand. The effort behind something
this big had to have taken a lot of sleepless nights and endless days. But Fumie looked like she hadn't lifted a damn finger. Not a hair out of place,
not a wrinkle in her dress. Flawless.Fumie - 19-12-2013 at 05:34 PM
He had to stop smiling at her. He was giving her that look again. The one that said she was admired and, more than that, wanted, and it
wasn’t good for either of them. Not here. Maybe she was imagining things. Zori couldn’t possibly be interested in her romantically now. Not that
he hadn’t been before, but now he knew she was married! Gotdamn the day she decided to marry Shemar Kidd. It was the single biggest regret of her
life and she had to deal with it everyday. EVERYDAY. On days like these it was especially hard, because God, did she want the man standing in front of
her. Outside of him being fine as hell and smelling good enough to lick everytime she saw him, Fumie couldn’t ignore her need to know more about
Mr. Helpful. Something she’d probably never really get to find out as their conversations would remain in the realm of small talk and polite chit
chat when she popped by the gym. She might have died of disappointment, but hearing his baritone had her more than willing to press on.
So she did, asking him if he’d enjoyed himself tonight. Even after the awkward run in with her husband she’d hoped he’d found something to enjoy
out of a night she’d worked so hard on. She hoped he’d at least enjoyed the things Kidd’s Kids had to offer since she could offer him nothing.
Ugh! She tried not to let her frustration show through as he smiled, telling her being invited had been enough but he had enjoyed himself. “Great,
I’m really glad you liked it.” As silly as it sounded, in the moment, all she cared about was Zori having had a good time here. For reasons she
couldn’t act on, that was important to her...he was important to her.
What the hell was happening here? She had never had this issue before. Sure, she had looked at other men, wondered what life would be like if she were
single again...but then the phone would ring and it would be Shemar or a Shemar related problem and she would get slapped back into reality. Here she
was in a room with Shemar and a man she was trying so hard not to imagine her life with and she couldn’t help herself. On a level that
should have been much deeper than it was, Fumie could see herself with Zori. She could picture herself happy with him. She wanted that. She wanted it
so bad.
Looking over to the stage, she was sure her expression had gone sour as her husband’s voice came back into focus. More lies about how he loved being
a part of doing something that mattered, how he loved Kidd’s Kids like his own. Ha. That was probably true as he didn’t give a shit about his
children exactly like he didn’t care about the kids in her program. But that was neither here nor there as Zori spoke again, ending their
brief silence with a compliment. She laughed a little again as he told her how easy she made it look. Did she?
“You’re so sweet-,” she smiled sweeping a hand through her hair again and wondering to herself how she hadn’t pulled it all out planning this
thing. It had been anything but easy. Of course Ruka was amazing; anticipating needs before Fumie could verbalize them, but Fumie had spent 3
months shy of a year making sure everything about this gala was immaculate. Nine months and she had given birth to what she thought (and hopefully the
sponsors thought) was the perfect event. It had been a good night. “Just a little something I threw together,” she joked, laughing again before
another silence settled. She might of filled it, but she didn’t want to. Not yet. She was just going to enjoy the few for a few seconds. Zori - 27-12-2013 at 04:19 PM
Despite the smile that kept playing reruns on Zori's face, something felt...off about what they were doing. Almost...wrong. Yeah, he knew
nothing was wrong with having a conversation with Fumie. The words they were saying were appropriate. Innocent enough. The
conversation, light...between friends. But between words, in the silence? There was another conversation going on. The things that were
unsaid were what was making Zori uneasy. Like the smiles he kept giving her that meant way more than they were supposed to mean. And the blushes on
Fumie's face because somewhere deep down, Zori knew she was getting the message. And that message...was inappropriate as hell. Did he have to say or
even think why? No, he didn't. He'd reminded himself "why" about a couple hundred time since she'd tapped him on the shoulder...wearing "seduction" in
dress form. Or maybe, it was as simple as she was wearing a stunning dress and it wasn't anywhere near her fault that Zori couldn't get that dress or
the woman wearing it out of his mind. HE was the one that was wrong. Not her. She was busy being a good wife while he couldn't get his thoughts off of
a woman that didn't belong to him.
What was the damn problem? It hadn't been this rough in years. The habit of Zori getting up in arms about some woman who didn't need or want to be in
his life had been more of a mantra than his chants were to him now. He always found the ones that didn't want to be found. Always fell for the one
that weren't "available", whether that meant they were already take or they just didn't have a damn heart to love with. But KR had been his freedom
from that. He'd stayed away from women, they'd stayed away from him and his head had stayed in the game. It was as easy as that. Until now.
Until Fumie. Zori couldn't stop thinking about her when he shouldn't be, wanting to see her when he didn't need to...wanting to talk to her when there
was nothing to talk about. There wasn't anything between them. It was all professional. Nothing more. And the only person that couldn't seem to "get
it" between Zori, Shemar and his WIFE was...shit. It was Zori. No matter how much he told himself that nothing between he and Fumie was possible, he
couldn't keep himself from watching her, looking at her...smiling at her the way he was now. Watching her...while she was watching her husband on
the st-
Hold up. Zori's eyes squinted for a moment as his head turned fully into Fumie's direction. His eyes fully on her, changing from "gazing" to
"examining". Was it just him or...or were her lips fuller than they normally were. Not botox full, not that she needed it. Hers were...hell. They were
perfect. When they weren't swollen. In the short time they'd been partnered, Zori'd watched enough of her smiles to know that something had
changed. It was a small change. So small that no one would've caught it they way she'd applied her lipstick to hide it. But he had... His gaze moved
smoothly from her face to the floor as she looked back to him, her smile returning to her face as it had dropped as she watched Shemar. Oh.
That was the only word Zori's thoughts could make up as they buzzed like angry gnats in his head.
You're so sweet- Right. Sure he was. And if she knew what he was thinking about her "greatest of all time" husband, he wasn't so sure "sweet"
was the word she would've been calling him. But Zori smiled again, his eyes giving the humble "thank you" that his mouth couldn't. Only because if he
opened his mouth...
"You know..." He started without his mouth's permission, breaking the silence that settled between he and Fumie.
"I don't know if anyone really takes the time to thank YOU for what you do with this foundation. Or anything else for that matter. Someone
should...because you're...Fumie, you're amazing. I just thought you should know that." Zori prided himself on being a man of few words, but he wasn't
so sure how he felt about the ones he'd just said to Fumie. Or the look on her face after he'd said them.Fumie - 27-12-2013 at 05:17 PM
She hadn’t lied. Zori had been nothing but sweet since she’d met him in the post office. Something as simple as holding a door for a stranger had
escalated so quickly once she discovered he was going to be more than a stranger in her life. A partnering gym for Kidd’s Kids, owned by “Mr.
Helpful”? What were the odds? Really she wanted to know the numbers because she had been sure that day in the post office was going to be the last
she ever saw of him. And yet here the two of them stood, staring at one another at her foundation gala, listening to the silences between their
irrelvant conversations. They were wrong. Fumie knew they were wrong. As strange as it sounded, despite their innocent enough conversation, the
silences were saying so much more than either of them were. And in those silences?
She was mesmerized by him. She knew how wrong it was and she didn’t care. Not tonight. Not after the kitchen with Shemar, not after what she knew he
was going to do as soon as he could tear himself away from this Gala. She didn’t care that she was interested in Zori. Physically, intellectually,
and all of the ways in between. She wanted to know him. The who, what, when, wheres, and whys of his life. The things someone who was more than a
friend knew. She wanted more than his partnership with her organization and she didn’t care. In her current state, with him saying all the
right things and looking at her like...like no other man had in years...She didn’t care.
Before she could stop herself her body was closing the distance between them. Her hands were pulling at the front of his suit jacket. Her lips were
against his and she could taste him. Fumie heard herself moan as she had something like an out of body experience where she could see herself
kissing him but she couldn’t stop it. Part of her didn’t even want to. That part of her was parting his lips with her tongue and allowing this
kiss to grow deeper. It was the part of her that wanted so much more than what they were sharing in that moment. The other part of her though...the
sane part, snapped her completely out of whatever trance she had been in that made her think kissing another man while her husband was giving a speech
at the most important event of her year was okay.
“Shit.” She pulled away, her hands leaving him as she took a step back and her eyes grew wider than she thought possible. She opened her mouth to
apologize, something she swore she’d try to change, but all that came out was “Shit!” It was much louder than it should’ve been, luckily for
her Shemar’s speech was over and applause had drowned her voice out completely. She couldn’t deal with this right now. Not even because she
couldn’t explain it, she had to be on stage in literal seconds to kiss her husband and put on a show for the people watching. Shit!
Fumie turned away from Zori, walking off toward the stage without another word. Sure, “shit” was probably a horrible way to leave things, but she
didn’t want to stay and risk yet another awkward mess of apologies between the two of them. Besides…
She wasn’t sorry. Zori - 27-12-2013 at 06:42 PM
Truth be told? The words the left Zori's mouth had escaped faster than the cold air when you leave the fridge door open too long (according to his
Momma). He couldn't snatch them back fast enough and once they were out, they were out. He hadn't meant to say it. Well, take that
back...he'd meant every word he'd said about Fumie. She was under appreciated. She worked harder than anyone cared to admit and she never, ever held a
frown on her face because of it. And, new development? Her husband sure wasn't congratulating her for shit as he was too busy laying hands on her to
tell her how much he appreciated what she did for him. Hey, that was Zori's story and he was going with it. Sure, the swell of her lips could've been
from anything. But Zori knew what it looked like when a man got too pushy. And...she didn't deserve that. None of it. She deserved more than Zori
could put into words. And that was why he couldn't take his words back. He meant them. He meant every one of them.
But he shouldn't have said it to her. Not here. Not now, when her husband had already showed that he had the world's grimiest "jealous streak" and he
was only a couple feet away from where he and Fumie stood, wrapping up his speech. Not when there were photogs and journalist sitting close enough to
see them in conversation and make assumptions. And not when the things that he'd said to her made her look at him the way she was looking at him now.
Her eyes were unblinking, staring into him instead of just looking at him. Like she could see everything that was underneath that hard exterior and
stoic face. It wasn't the kind of look that friends shared...which was why it was so goddamned crazy that he was giving it right back to her, with
interest. Because the look was right. He could see her. For a second she wasn't hard working Fumie. She was a woman that had heard some shit
that she hadn't heard in a hell of a long time...from a man that wasn't her husband. But that fact didn't stop her from coming closer. It didn't stop
her hands from coming to the front of Zori's suit jacket and pulling him into her. It didn't stop her lips from touching his. It didn't stop her
kiss.
Through the shock of the suddenness of her lips' touch, Zori couldn't stop the desire to pull away from her, to stop her from doing something that he
knew would end everything if anyone caught or saw them. But that's all it was. The desire. Not the action of pulling away and resisting
Fumie. It was just what he knew was right. Not what he DID. Because what he did went against everything. He...he let the surprise leave his eyes. He
closed his eyes. He cupped her face...and kissed her back.
He goddamned kissed her back. With her tongue slipping between his lips and his meeting hers as his lips parted, he kissed. Her. The hell.
Back. And what was worse? He let himself enjoy it. Goddamn it. Their lips moved against each other as his hand met her face, his thumb
caressing her cheek. The quiet sounds of their lips tasting each others was muted by Shemar's voice...and the pulsing of blood in Zori's veins. And
his thoughts. And...
...and it was over what seemed like as soon as it started. Shit. Exactly. Fucking shit. Zori allowed Fumie's body to push away from his, her
hand letting go of its hold on his suit coat. Her eyes widening at what she'd just done...what Zori had allowed her to do. Around them, there was
silence. But Zori wouldn't let himself break eye contact with her to check his surroundings. He watched as Fumie opened her mouth again, just as a
applause started, ending Shemar's speech. Her mouth moved...
Shit! She stared at him a moment longer before she began to turn away. Zori made to grab her arm, but she moved faster than he could get his
head around what had just happened. They'd kissed.
"Fumie. Wait..." His voice was too low, she'd already gotten too far from him to hear him ask her to stop...just for a second, just so he could figure
out the weight of what he'd just done. No, she was heading to the stage, ready to be the doting, loving wife to Shemar Kidd. Ready to congratulate him
on his speech and pose for pictures of the "beautiful couple". And Zori was where he belonged. In the crowd, watching what was and not contemplating
what "could be".
Walking out of the ballroom alone.Devyn - 27-12-2013 at 07:24 PM
Devyn allowed herself to laugh as her back fell into the bathroom wall and Koi’s hands kneaded her ass a bit more. He was finally getting what he
wanted. Their alone time in the bathroom. He had been...as good as she might have hoped throughout most of the ceremony. The texts got nastier the
more she replied, but he had only tried putting his hand under her dress once and she couldn’t deny how cute his little begging kisses were in
between texts. Of course, his father found the two of them completely repulsive, voicing his opinion more than once, which only seemed to make Koi
kiss her more. Neither of them were really getting what they wanted out of any of it though. Eri was still sitting next to Devyn being the first
cockblock Dev had ever appreciated and she was trying to keep her good girl image like his mom wanted. So they were a cute couple; not at all the
couple they were being right now.
Devyn’s legs wrapped around his waist as he picked her up, their lips still dancing against one another as Koi covered the short distance to the
bathroom sinks. Sitting her down on the counter his lips left hers and began a suck on her neck. She moaned, tossing her head back so that he could
get where he wanted to be a little easier. “You sure-,” her words caught as he nipped at her and elicited another moan. “You sure you want to
miss your dad’s speech?” She laughed a little. “I’m sure it’s gonna be real moving.” Koi probably couldn’t even hear her. She’d made
him wait too long. To be honest, she was more than ready too; his hands tracing her thighs, moving higher and higher and...why had she kept him
waiting? It was a question that evaporated along with the rest of her thoughts as his kisses got lower.
The wait was over. Koi - 27-12-2013 at 08:09 PM
It was about GOT damn time. Koi smiled as he hushed Devyn's laughter, her back hitting one of the expensively wallpapered walls in the bathroom. She
wasn't even that loud, but he couldn't help milking her laughter for a reason to let his lips cover hers, his hands rubbing attempting to touch every
single thing she'd forbidden him to touch earlier that evening. It was finally just THEM. No annoyingly cute little sister/cock block. No mother
shooting warning eyes every time Koi got within three inches of Devyn's ANYTHING. And no jealous ass Pops, cutting his eyes from Devyn to Koi as they
sat at the table designated for the family. Hey, he couldn't help it that he and Devyn were bad as hell that night...in more ways than one. Just about
every camera in the place had taken a shot of he and his babe sitting at the table. He looked like a million bucks and she looked nothing short of
two. Not to mention the fact that a couple of reporters had actually come around the table, sniffing up Koi's ass for details about his after college
plans. Recruiters, scouts, under the table offers. They wanted to know it all. There wasn't anything to tell yet, but Koi didn't let them know that.
Besides, he liked the jealous as fuck look on Shemar's face when those fuckers skipped right over him and stuck their recorders in Koi's.
Either way, this moment right here? It had been the plan. He and Devyn, sneaking off and getting comfortable as fuck. And that they were, her legs
wrapping around his waist as he picked up her and walked her to the sinks. Setting her down softly, his lips returned to her neck, distracting her
form the words she was trying to say.
"Fuck Shemar Kidd..." He answered quickly. Yeah, he heard her. Did he care? No. His Pops gave the same speech every damn year. "I was an
underprivileged kid." "Thank you for your dedication." "I'm an asshole." "Fuck you very much, goodnight." Who cared? The only thing Koi cared about
was underneath the skirt of Devyn's dress. It was the secret she'd been keeping him away from the entire night. Thank the fucking sex god that she'd
decided to stop playing his life and let him get it. And like he said...he just wanted to eat it. Anything else was up to her.
"You wanna talk about my daddy?" He asked, his lips leaving her neck...his hands keeping to their path. Lower thighs. Upper thighs. Inner thighs.
"Fine. Talk. But my mouth is kinda busy...so..." His whisper made her shift on the counter, her head falling back to the frame of the gilded mirror.
Maybe it wasn't his whisper as the moan she gave him definitely had something to do with the new position of his hands. Devyn - 27-12-2013 at 08:46 PM
Fuck Shemar Kidd. She’d rather not to be honest. She was having way more fun getting it in with his son and she planned on keeping this
exact moment alive. She would shut up...outside of all the noises she had already started making because of him. This was going to be a fuck to
remember and she knew it because they hadn’t touched each other in too long. Almost four whole weeks without Koi touching her the way he
was now was enough to drive any woman insane...How the hell had she not lost it weeks ago? She didn’t know and it didn’t matter as his hands
slipped between her thighs and she parted them for him. You wanna talk about my daddy? Hell no. She didn’t want to talk about shit. The
time for talking was over. They’d heard too many people talk and stall and delay what the two of them were doing right now and she was over it.
“Fuck talking. I want you to eat-,” her words were cut short as his fingers slipped into her and started a stroke. Her head fell back into the
mirror behind them as her eyes closed at the sensation he was making between her thighs. Fuck. She’d missed this. Not that them being a
little too close hadn’t been really, really cute, but she hadn’t gotten to feel like this at all in almost a month. It was a wonder she hadn’t
come on the spot. But she was sure she would be soon…
His name left her lips in a bit of a whimper as he kept working her center. Her hands pulled at the front of his suit, desperate for him to be closer
to her than he was now, desperate for his fingers to go deeper. Her hips bucked a bit, pushing his fingers deeper into her eliciting yet another moan
from her. Ooh, this boy was going to have her singing tonight and she knew it. She wasn’t even just thinking about here and now. Later. She
and Koi weren’t leaving this building until morning, if not tomorrow afternoon. And they would be doing exactly this the whole time...
“Fuck, I missed you, babe.” Koi - 28-12-2013 at 08:43 PM
I missed you, babe. Damn, he missed her too, which was crazy for more reasons than Koi really wanted to admit. The reason that stuck out? How
even though they were together more than they were apart lately, he felt like they'd been separated by months. Maybe it was because he'd missed
this. The curl of her lips when she smiled at him. The way her hips pushed her against him, his fingers sliding deeper inside of her. The
moans she made when that shit had her feeling right. This was the part that was missing from "them". The physical was apart of who they were and even
though he liked how it had been between them lately...he needed this. He needed her. He needed the sighs, the moans, and her dirty ass
whispers. He loved that shit. Their friendship was a crazy one, no doubt. But when they were like this, he couldn't see them being any other
way. They fought like siblings, smoked like besties...and fucked like lovers.
His lips rounded as Devyn moved along his fingers, her eyes still closed, legs spread for him...her anxiousness seeping into him with every stroke.
Nothing was holding them back in that bathroom and Koi was sure it was going to be that way for the rest of the night. They'd spent too much time
wanting each other. And now that they had each other? Shit was about to be fucking crazy. He could tell in the way her body was responding. There was
a damn hurricane between her thighs...and her levees weren't holding against that shit back. His fingers were covered in her and that night? He wasn't
wasting time. They didn't have to tease or talk. He was good. He didn't need a warm up...and he was positive that she didn't need one either.
"Sit up..." He whispered, using his free hand to hurriedly push her dress over her hips. Without waiting, he bent over her as he let his fingers slide
out of her, rubbing against her as she slowly rocked against his hand, her moans getting louder. He couldn't help but chuckle, licking his lips as he
watched...enjoying the view. She was dumb cute when she was caught up. He loved the little faces she made, how she bit her lip when it got really
good. How she looked at him when she finally opened her eyes...staring at him through nearly closed slits, her sexy ass tongue licking her lips. A
quiet moan slipped through his lips as he felt himself go hard at that thought alone. On the damn spot. Shit. She had him fucked up... like
no other girl EVER had. Yeah, Koi had had good sex before. He'd had motherfucking toe cramping, vein popping sex with other girls. But they still
didn't compare to Devyn. Devyn made him see Buddah, Jesus and Muhammed at the same damn time. And he didn't know why...or what made it so good. But it
was. She was. And if he thought about it too long...it might've scared the shit out of him. Might've made him do the thing he didn't need to be doing
at the moment. Think.
But he couldn't think further than feeling himself drop to his knees in his tux, his hands wrapping around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the
counter as his mouth attached to her like a fucking leech, sucking at her lips before his tongue parted them, teasing the tiny pearl between them. Devyn - 29-12-2013 at 09:27 PM
She had missed him. She didn’t know why; they hadn’t been apart for more than a few hours on any given day over the last month, but she’d
missed him. She missed this. The physical. The way his hands traced her curves with a purpose a lot more naughty than they’d had in the last
month. The want she could feel in his kiss. The way his fingers had her ready to beg for a whole lot more. She needed this. It was too much a
part of who they were for them to have gone this long without sex. She hated how that sounded. Was it supposed to be like this? Was anything they did
the way it was supposed to be? Here they were “friends”, on a date, fucking in the hotel bathroom during said date. Nothing was as it should
be…
Except this. She didn’t care how it sounded. It was right. They were right. Koi was getting her right, his fingers delving in and out of
her as her hips kept time with his strokes. She barely heard him as he spoke telling her to sit up. Her eyes lulled near closing as she took in her
bottom lip. She wasn’t ready to move yet. She was feeling real good right where the hell she was. Especially as he pulled out of her, still playing
with her, teasing her, getting ready. She knew was was coing. He’d been telling her since they got here. I just wanna eat it...Yeah. She
was gonna enjoy exactly what was happening in this moment, she knew Koi would move her when the time came.
And it did, his hand pulling her to the edge of the counter after his knees met the marble of the bathroom floor. He didn’t waste any time either.
Devyn’s back arched as he sucked at her and a moan that she was sure they could hear in the ballroom escaped her. She tried to quell it, biting down
hard on her lip again as her hands came to the back of his head. Fuckkkkkk. She fucking loved this shit. And she didn’t hesitate to let him
know, yet another moan mingling with his name as her body squirmed beneath his. She was closer than she should have been in the few minutes they’d
been here. It was a quickie anyway right? The main event came later. Right now she was gonna concentrate on getting hers…
And maybe giving him his right after... Koi - 5-1-2014 at 10:07 PM
He was buried in Devyn, his tongue pushing so deeply into her that he'd throw a funeral for that motherfucker it if was necessary. Rest in
Peace. Shit. This was the way he liked her. Surrounding him, all around him, covering him...he was drowning in her...literally. Her hips moved in
waves on his mouth, the rhythm matching the stroke of his tongue, syncing with him. Every time he shifted the motion, changed the speed, so did
she...her body reflecting his. Every movement. Every push and pull. Always in tune with each other. They were kind of always like that though, even
when they weren't touching like they were now. And it wasn't that "finish my sentences" type stuff. No, it was deeper than that. They flowed.
Conversation, time together...everything. But it heightened when they were together like this...fucking. Words weren't even really necessary.
They were body readers, predicting the shit that no one had ever been able to. Position changes...fuck...Koi even knew when she was about to cum. He
felt the tremors in her thighs, the tightening of walls, he even knew her "about to cum" moans. The ones she was making right now...
He wanted her to cum now. He wanted to taste her. He knew how fucked up that sounded, but her taste always made him want more. Hell, he
didn't know! When he thought about it, he was starting to believe there wasn't much about Devyn's sex that he didn't crave. How he had gone without it
was still a mystery to him and as his tongue rolled over her clit, he thought about how he didn't want to miss this for that long...ever again.
Moaning softly into her, he pulled her thighs closer around his head, her hands doing the job of keeping him in place better than her thighs were. His
tongue flicked against her quickly before he took her into his mouth again, sucking stronger than he had when he started. His hands moved her thighs,
Devyn getting the message quickly as he soft rock against his face sped up...got stronger. That was exactly what he wanted. And it seemed
that it was what she wanted too, her moans getting louder...her fingernails raking through his curls. She cursed loudly, her words mingling into
another sexy ass moan.
"Dirty mouth girl..." He whispered against her, his words turning into another hard suck at her lips...his tongue diving inside of her again, twisting
insider of her as his hunger for her grew stronger. Devyn - 10-1-2014 at 04:00 PM
She was so close. She knew Koi could tell, too; it was obvious with the way she was riding his face, her hips keeping time with the rhythm of
his tongue. Gotdamn, she loved this shit. Devyn was sure it felt this good because it had been so long since they’d touched one another,
but the more her body responded to his, the more their bodies just seemed to sync to one another, the clearer it became that they were always like
this. Even when they weren’t touching one another they were...natural. Everything about them just flowed. They matched and anytime they did, magic
happened...Like the kind he was making between her legs now.
Her thighs quivered as she cursed and lost all resolve. Koi kept going, his tongue still rolling on her as she came. She let herself enjoy it, her
fingers raking through his curls as he kept sucking at her, his name leaving her mouth again and again in between moans. The kid was working hard. He
wasn’t trying to let her come down, but he had to. With the girl she had been all night, Devyn might have said something about the two of them
getting back before someone realized how long they’d been gone...but, she honestly didn’t give a fuck about what she “appeared” to be at all
anymore. Not after what Koi had just given her. Besides, leaving would mean she couldn’t give back.
“Get up-,” her words were still weak, but he heard her, and he complied, allowing her to pull him up before pulling him into her, their lips
twisting together as she tasted herself on him. Fuck, everything about him was a turn on. Even with his face covered in her he was still Koi. In the
way he kissed her, in the way he smelled...And all at once she wondered how he really tasted.
“I want to return the favor,” she whispered, her lips twisting into a dangerous smirk. Koi - 10-1-2014 at 05:02 PM
And she was coming. Damn. Koi knew she was close. It was more than obvious in the way her hips had her grinding against his lips, her head
back against the bathroom mirror...a soft grimace on her face. He was watching her. He fucking always watched, his eyes on her...watching her
enjoy him enjoying her. And when her body started to shake, her legs locked up and trembled underneath his hold? And her teeth clenched, her body
bucked and she moaned straight from between her thighs? Shit. Mission fucking accomplished. He just didn't think he'd accomplish it so
quickly. But there he was, kneeling between her legs, his mouth covered in her, still sucking at her as her body came down from what he hoped was her
first of the night...but definitely not her last. No, not her last. He moaned quietly as he kept tasting her, his name still leaving her.
Her whines quieted and he let her collect herself while he took the opportunity to suck some of her off of his bottom lip. Goddamn
delicious.... As usual. A month without her in his system and she was still as good as the last hit he'd had of her. Fuck, she was as good as the
first. That first taste had him so hooked that it was crazy how long it took them to finish what they'd started beside his pool. He'd gone into
withdrawal, nameless girls not TOUCHING what she gave him. And now that he was getting her on the regular? There wasn't any chance of him stopping
what he'd started. She was too good...too right. Shit was too good. Good enough for him to go for a second round if she let...
Get up- What? She was done? Just like that? With a questioning look on his face, he followed directions, standing to his feet. He smiled as
Devyn's hands met the front of his suit, pulling him and and into her, her lips waiting for him...wrapping around his hungrily. And he knew she
could taste herself... How sexy was that shit? His breaths sped up as they kissed, the need in him to take this further than they really had time
for growing with every touch of their tongues. He wanted her. Shit, he wanted her. But he'd promised. He said they would wait until the night was
over. Fuck that. He couldn't wait. "Now" was screaming in his ears and he...
What did she say? Pulling out of the kiss, Koi's eyes met Devyn's, her devilish smirk making what she'd just said go on repeat in his head.
I want to return the favor. The hell did she mean? She always returned the favor. He ate it...then he fucked her. That was the exchange. But
his babe had something new in mind? Something that she'd never asked of him before. And to be honest, he was damn surprised she'd said it!
She wanted to put it in her fucking mouth... Damn, he'd oblige her.
"Really, though?" He licked his lips as he watched her, looking for any sign of humor on her face. There wasn't any. She was serious.
"Shit. Hell yeah..." Devyn - 10-1-2014 at 06:12 PM
I want to return the favor...Was her curiosity about to get her in trouble? Not that he would deny her, never that. It was just...new. New
for them and extremely new for her as Devyn had never given anybody head before. Fuck. She probably should have said that before anything else...but
how could she really explain that to him?! She was supposed to be...she didn’t know…Experienced? She’d upheld this “bad girl, I do it
all” kind of image for so long, how was she supposed to explain that she...just...ugh! Why had she said anything at all?! More importantly, why was
this turning into a big thing to her? Fuck!
Devyn tried not to let her inner back-and-forth slow things down. She even laughed a little at the adorable little look of excitement and awe as he
realized she was serious. She pushed him back a little giving herself space to stand before she started their kiss again, trading places with him so
that he leaned against the counter. This was something she knew. It was something she was good at...something she wouldn’t disappoint with. Fuck!
She was doing it again. She didn’t want this to be a big deal! She didn’t want to think about how...oh fuck she was going to be so awkward! What
was she thinking? Why would she bring up something she so obviously wasn’t ready for?! And here?! She couldn’t concentrate.
She stopped. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped, but she’d allowed her mind to wander completely off and she’d stopped responding to him. She
heard her name and was welcomed back to reality with Koi’s look of soft confusion. She’d ebbed their usual flow and now she had to explain.
“Babe, I’ve never um...I’ve never done this before.” Koi - 11-1-2014 at 06:08 PM
The "Hallelujah Chorus" was streaming live...directly from Koi's dick to his ears and he couldn't deny it...he was mad geeked. He could
barely hide how giddy he was, his eyes lighting up like a kid that'd gotten his entire wish list on Christmas morning. The shit she'd just said? That
was dream material. Koi'd never been pressed about sexual shit when it came to Devyn. They got down how they got down and it was...beyond good.
Always. But he couldn't lie. The thought of seeing his babe on her knees wearing nothing but some J's and that dirty little smirk she always
wore when she was on her worst behavior was something he fantasized about more than he would ever admit. And this was fantasy turned into reality,
Devyn saying the magic words that any nigga wanted to hear when he was hemmed up in a hotel bathroom with a baddie. Bathroom head. Hell yes.
With a giggle, Devyn pushed him, making room for her to slide off of the counter, the folds of her dress returning to the floor as she stood. He
watched her, the grin returning to his face as she pulled at him again, her lips returning to his. Their kiss was slow, teasing. The act before the
real show, her tongue curling around his the way that he always imagined it twisting around the tip of his...shit he was so ready. He didn't
mind the teaser, though. He would move at her speed. and when she was ready...she'd speed it up like she always did. This was foreplay, the excitement
building between them as they kissed. His hands held her waist as she shifted their positions, the counter pressing against him. Sucking her bottom
lips between his, Koi's hands moved down her body, his palms cupping her ass roughly. He let the kinky shit that he knew was about to go down play in
his mind and...
...and for some reason, he felt like he was the only one in the moment. His lips pulled at hers, but she was...somewhere else. Distracted. Slowly, he
opened his eyes, a hand holding the side of her face, moving to her hair as he searched her face.
"Dev-" He called her name softly, his eyes looking into hers. "...you okay?" ...I've never done this before. Blinking twice, Koi couldn't
help the reaction that came out of his mouth.
He laughed. Fuck yeah, he laughed. She had jokes! Devyn had never...? Right. His bad girl? His little dirty mouth? The girl that had him thanking gods
he didn't even believe in every time she lowered that good on his dick? Nah, she was making a funny. It was cute though, he'd play her little game.
"Oh really? You funny..." He whispered, laughing again as the hand holding her face lifted her lips back to his.Devyn - 12-1-2014 at 02:19 PM
Dev, you okay? She wasn’t. She wasn’t okay at all. She hated she’d said anything about this and it wasn’t even because she’d never
done it before. She knew why she was really making a mountain out of a molehill and it was more so about him than it was her. She didn’t want to
disappoint him. She could keep feeding herself the lie that they were living; that they were friends that occasionally fucked one another and
nothing more, but Devyn wasn’t afraid to admit she felt more than that. Of course, she’d never say anything like it out loud, but she liked
Koi...a lot. Hell, here she was ready and kind of excited about putting his dick in her mouth...She was about to experience a first, with the first
kid she actually felt something for and it was...laughable?
He was laughing at her. Was it really so hard to believe that she didn’t go around slurping up every nigga that asked? She’d never fucking done it
before! Devyn felt her face fall, her expression slipping from hurt to just a little pissed off. Of course Koi wasn’t paying enough attention to
notice much, his hand pulling her lips back to his. “No, stop-,” she twisted away from him, her feet taking just a step back to keep from fucking
hitting him. She had been a little nervous about this whole thing and in her mind, in the short time she’d had to imagine it now and the few times
she’d imagined it before, she never once, not one time, expected Koi to laugh after hearing she was in new territory.
“I’m not joking, Koi. I’ve never fucking done it and right now I’m kinda feeling like it might stay that way-,” she cut her eyes at him, her
arms folding over her chest as she pouted. How had things taken this much of a turn this fast? Wasn’t she just coming on his face like two minutes
ago?
“What about this is funny to you?”Koi - 12-1-2014 at 03:19 PM
She wanted to play. Okay...they could do that! Koi always liked a little freak in his babe and she never disappointed. She wanted to roleplay
tonight? She'd already been on her best behavior with him, trying to make a good impression with his mother. And he wasn't really feeling it then. But
now? She wanted to be his inexperienced good girl and she needed him to show her the ropes? Now he didn't mind the personality switch that much! Shit
was kind of sexy, actually. And if she was continuing playing the part to get him turned on...it was kind of working. He couldn't help imagining how
it would play out. Him, telling her how and when and her taking it all in...and he wasn't just talking about his "instructions". And then, right when
it started feeling good? She'd turn him out. He didn't mind! He'd beg her for it. Fuck, if she wanted him to, he'd call her mommy while she had
his...wait...was she frowning?
Confusion fell on Koi's face as Devyn pushed him away, her mouth saying something completely different from what they'd just been doing. What did he
do? He reached for her wrist, trying to pull her back to him, but she moved farther away from him than she'd been the entire night. And considering
the fact that she'd been avoiding his hands for fear of his Moms' eyes the entire night? She was pretty fucking distant. And the look on her face? It
was damn reminiscent of the first time they'd met...after she'd gotten done kicking him dead in his joint.
"What?" He asked, his hands out in front of him in exasperation...and in defense just in case she decided to do what her face said she wanted to do.
The hell had just changed? They'd been fine two seconds ago and then this? Koi couldn't drop the confusion on his face as he watched her, listening to
her words as she explained herself and...
THE FUCK? Was she serious right now? Koi couldn't stop the look of surprise from hitting his face...well, until it turned into an apologetic
grimace, the reason behind her anger completely evident. She'd never done it before. She'd been serious?! Wow. He could barely wrap his mind
around what she was telling him. Well! He kind of could. He didn't think Devyn was some big ass freak that would swallow a dick faster than she'd
learn a nigga's name. But...she was his bad girl. He just...assumed. And it'd made an ass out of him and that ass had shitted up the situation as she
didn't look like she even wanted to LOOK at him, much less put his piece in her mouth. He didn't give a fuck about getting his dick sucked. He cared
about...her. Fixing what he'd fucked up. The night had been perfect. He didn't want to ruin it. Not like this.
"Nothing's funny!" He exclaimed, holding his hands higher in front of him, a smile gradually forming on his face. He knew she probably would've laid
hands if he went near her, but he stepped closer anyway.
"I just...you've always been my bad girl! I just...I'm just surprised! That's all. I thought you were playing, Devyn. I'm sorry..." He reached a hand
towards her, hoping she wouldn't break it.
"Come on, babe. Come here." Devyn - 17-1-2014 at 09:27 AM
Oh, now he was confused? Had he pulled his head out of his ass long enough to notice that she was unamused in this whole situation? That she wasn’t
playing at some “cute, innocent” image to feed his kink. She was anything but “cute and innocent” by the way! She knew it’d been a while
since they’d been together, but she was still the same girl that let a couple cute pictures in a movie theatre photobooth turn into a pretty fucking
x-rated photoshoot. Just because she had yet to put somebody’s dick in her mouth didn’t mean she was virgin! UGH! He ruining this! The night had
been almost perfect and now they were going to fight about something so...ugh.
And he really wasn’t making things any better, his explanation for his insensitivity starting with that stupid, amused smirk on his face. He was
saying nothing was funny but he was obviously amused by something and for some reason, that shit hurt. She hated when she let herself get in her
feelings with Koi. She knew he didn’t do feelings and even though he really did try when he had to (like he was doing now), she sometimes wondered
when she would be too much and he would give up on this...she wasn’t ready to lose whatever it was they had...Maybe she was over-reacting? Was she
over-reacting?
Devyn wasn’t sure, but he kept talking and it didn’t make her feel any differently. You’ve always been my bad girl… Well she wasn’t
now and she’d done what she knew she would before she’d even gotten to her knees. She disappointed him. Dev sighed at the thought, her eyes
falling to the floor, his apology acting as background noise to her own disappointment. She looked back up as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out
to her. She swatted at it and took yet another step away from him.
“No! Don’t. Just…” she sighed again, her fingers pushing at her temple as a headache began to form. “I shouldn’t have said anything. This
is so fucking stupid and really fucking frustrating!” She was really finished with this whole bathroom scene and part of her was debating
leaving this gala thing behind her all together. She didn’t want to come in the first place, but she had and somehow she’d ended up fucking up
with Koi instead of his mother. Koi - 30-1-2014 at 05:31 PM
Here we fucking go again... Koi couldn't help the irritated grimace on his face as Devyn swatted his hand away from her. This...again? The
fighting at the worst times was getting to be real goddamned old. Tonight had been...special. Seeing her in a crazy, stunning dress, bringing her to
his mother's gala, introducing her to his moms and seeing a pleased smile on his mother's face when she looked at Devyn. All of it had been perfect.
It had been right. And now they were about to have words because of something stupid he'd said? Damn. Couldn't they just...not? Yeah, okay. Maybe he'd
been stupid as fuck to assume what he had. Devyn hadn't done anything to make him think that she went around sticking random dudes' joints in her
mouth. But did they really have to go toe to toe about it? It really wasn't that serious and Koi wasn't going to make it out to be, even if he
couldn't stop from rolling his eyes at her.
"Bae. Why are you at fifty right now?" Shit. And that probably wasn't the best thing to say either. Without letting her speak, he kept talking before
he gave her what she wanted...a moment to start the argument that was definitely brewing between them.
"Listen." He sighed heavily before he spoke again, moving closer to where she'd backed away from him. "I know that what I said pissed you off. But you
know I didn't mean it that way. I know you're not like that. Just...sometimes...I feel like this clumsy ass kid with you. Like I'm learning and you're
teaching...and..." What he was saying probably wasn't making anything better either. But it was true. She made him feel like the first time. Every
time. Anxious and unsure...and at the same time, wanting to touch everything at once. She felt like his first girl. His first fuck. Like
every stroke inside of her was something new. Every touch from her hand made electricity under his skin. Everything her lips touched felt like fucking
fire. It wasn't that he thought she was a freak. He thought she was...perfect. And not knowing how to do something didn't make her any less perfect to
him.
"...I don't care if you've never been with another nigga that way..." He finally said, his voice quiet as he tried to look in her eyes.
"Devyn. Look at me." Walking closer, he braced himself as his fingers reached out and caressed her cheek, curling around to hold her chin. He lifted
it, meeting her eyes.
"We don't have to do anything tonight. Fuckin' is the last thing on my mind right now. Scout's-fucking-honor." He grinned at her softly, his fingers
moved to her lips, touching the satin that had nothing to do with her smeared lipstick.
"We can just kick it. If that's what you want...we'll do it. But I don't want you go. Don't go." Devyn - 30-1-2014 at 06:49 PM
He was irritated. So was she. The best thing either of them could do about this was go back to their corners before this fight even started. They’d
gone too long without something going wrong and it was about time for a fight or an embarrassment...or both apparently...at least no one had caught
them mid-fuck as per usual. She could leave his mother’s gala, pride intact and having made a good impression...on the Kidd she wasn’t sleeping
with. Koi on the other hand; well as she could plainly see, he would be left irritated. But whose fault was that really?
Again Devyn questioned whether or not she was letting her feelings of inadequacy get her a little more hype than she should be about this whole thing.
Especially as Koi asked her why she was “at 50” right now. Ugh? Was that supposed to be calming? She had too much shit rolling around in her head
for any of his smartass comments right now. Her eyes narrowed as she licked her lips a bit. She was biting back words. Mostly because she wasn’t
sure what she could say to answer his question and partly because he was still talking...looking at her the way he did when he was
gonna…shit.
She had to figure out what the hell that was. Everytime they fought and he was over it he would give her this look that said so much more than his
words did. It was exactly how things were going now as he tried stumbling through an explanation that might have been annoying if it weren’t for
that look. It was the look that told her he cared. That he was trying but he was out of shit to say to make things okay again, but he wanted
things to be okay again...It was the look she could feel even when she was trying to look everywhere but into his eyes. That’s how she always found
herself caught. Koi was giving her that look that demanded her forgiveness and it was damn undeniable.
She allowed his hand to tilt her head up, finally looking at him head on. And fuckkkkkk if she could barely remember what they were even
fighting about. We don’t have to do anything tonight… She smiled as he did, his fingers tracing her lips as they both probably thought
about what an awful liar he was. But if she was being honest, fucking wasn’t the last thing on her mind either. Devyn rose on her toes, her lips
meeting his as they made up. Why was it always so easy for him? She drew back, a simple question on her lips...
From all that shit you were talking I was thinking you wanted to do more
than just see...