When Somebody Loves You Back. Mary B. Morrison

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СКАЧАТЬ Jada said, reentering the room, “I almost forgot. Darius is on his way home so you don’t have to go to his house.”

      Shit, she didn’t knock. Next time Candice had to lock the door.

      The hell I don’t, Candice thought. Darius’s life was ten times more exciting than Jada’s, and this might be her only opportunity to have access to his dirt. Quickly saving the new chapter before removing her memory stick, Candice powered off her laptop, slipped into a pink sweatsuit, laced her tennis shoes, then skipped out the front door jiggling Darius’s keys.

      One press of a button on her remote and the engine of her red-hot convertible Benz roared. Candice sped to the neighborhood grocery store, tossed chips, pretzels, peanuts, cashews, beef jerky, Snickers bars, and red vines in the handbasket. “That’ll do.” Waiting in the “ten items or less” checkout line, Candice tapped her foot, sighed; as she shifted the basket to the opposite hip her toes froze in midair. A KEYS MADE sign was near the entrance. Leaving the junk food on the conveyor, she darted to the counter, extended Darius’s keys to the tall, bald-headed man, and said, “One set please. Make that two.”

      Spiraling her copies on her chain, Candice said, “Keep the change.”

      Speeding to a nearby shopping center, she stood outside the electronics store and dialed Jada’s number.

      Jada answered, “You still at the store?”

      “What does he want now?”

      “Ice cream. Strawberry.”

      Along with the junk food she’d forgotten to pay for. “Girl, if I didn’t love you…I’ll pick it up later.”

      “I’m sorry, you called me,” Jada said, yawning.

      “I have to make a stop, but I’ll get back ASAP,” Candice said, hanging up.

      Entering the crowded store, she approached the first blue-vested khaki-pants-wearing employee she saw. “Yes, I need ten, make that twenty, of those hidden clock cameras. And twenty one-gig memory cards.”

      “Twenty? Twenty? Why so many?” he questioned.

      “Is that part of your duties? To get personal with me, young man?”

      “Sorry, ma’am. I’ll bring ’em to the register for you.”

      “Now we’re communicating. And bring me two sets of binoculars.”

      Standing in line, Candice tapped her foot. Placing her items at the register, the employee said, “Have a nice day.”

      The cashier said, “I know you’d like to protect your devices. I recommend purchasing our additional warranty—”

      “Stop wasting my time,” Candice replied, signing, then handing the white paper to the cashier. Candice snatched the bags, running like a linebacker to her car, then broke every residential speed limit for a five block radius to Darius’s house. Retrieving her keys, Candice entered Darius’s home, then secured the inside latch.

      Quickly she raced upstairs, hiding a camera in Darius’s closet, aiming the motion detector toward his bed. “This is a sweet-ass setup. What’s this button for?” Candice said, pressing the black dot. “Oh, shit!” Three hidden doors opened at once. A black leather sex swing rocked, bright red lights beamed on a stage with a dance pole, white stars and a crescent moon danced on the ceiling as R. Kelly played in the background. Squinting and walking over to a cavelike opening in the headboard, Candice stared in disbelief. Adult toys: vibrators, butt plugs, pearls, lingerie, pasties.

      “Edible what! Piña colada dickalicious,” she exhaled. “Let me get out of here. I see why women go crazy over his sexy ass. Hell, if he weren’t my girlfriend’s son, I’d wait right here to do him. Who would think of all this?”

      R. Kelly switched to Luther right before a projector screen lowered from the ceiling, playing an X-rated video entitled Bootylicious. “No, he is not putting his big dick in her…” Candice said, pressing the black button. “My pussy is puckerin’.” She was sure of one thing, the best was yet to cum.

      Squinting, Candice moved closer, then stepped back, staring up at a red dot. “Oh, shit! I’m on his camera.” Now she’d have to come back sooner than expected to find his recorder. Happy she had more material than she’d originally imagined, she was worried Darius might expose her first.

      Swiftly planting cameras throughout the house, Candice noticed tiny red dots on every ceiling: the kitchen, living room, bathroom, garage, and five other rooms. The ten cameras she’d left in her car she’d place in Jada’s bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom, Wellington’s office, and a few other places.

      Soon, Candice Jordan—screenwriter, novelist, producer, and director—would become a household name. Like before, in time, Jada’s initial anger would subside. But if Darius found out, he’d kill her.

      CHAPTER 2

      Darius

      “Los Angeles,” Darius instructed the driver, then raised the divider and flopped against the backseat, loosening his onyx wing-tip collar. Why had he fucked Ashlee? Kimberly? Crystal? Desire? Maxine? Ciara? The others were pissed at him, probably for life, but that was their problem ’cause each of them had moved on. Ashlee was the only dumb one who’d gotten sprung on cum. Sure, he was thirty percent, give or take five, at fault, but he’d grown tired of Ashlee.

      Holding her dangling curls away from her face, Fancy laid her cheek in his lap. Her lips kissed Slugger.

      “Ow, Ladycat, oh my goodness.” Darius’s dick expanded four times its size.

      “Heeyyy, this is a pleasant surprise,” Fancy said, nibbling his head.

      “I thought you were too upset to get excited.”

      “Shid, never that upset,” Darius said, nudging Fancy’s head closer to his dick.

      “Let me take your mind off your troubles. We can and will talk later.” Gently she bit through his slacks.

      Translation, she’d talk. He’d listen ’cause whatever conclusion Fancy conjured wouldn’t matter. She was a woman. He was the man. His castle. Her home. Maybe. If she’d act right.

      Fancy unzipped his pants. Wrapping her hand around the shaft, she freed Slugger, letting him go. The tip of her tongue chased, steadied, then licked the underside protruding main vein right in the triangular groove below his pee-hole. Fancy licked his second hottest spot—next to the span from his asshole up to his balls—again.

      “Yes, indeed, there is a God. Ooouuu.” Darius shivered.

      Fancy cuddled his dick next to her cheek, closed her eyes, and sniffed.

      “Ahhhhh.” That’s my girl. Worship your master.

      Fancy’s tongue wavered along his vein from his balls up to his hole. Gently licking his spot right before engulfing his head into her hot juicy mouth, she devoured him.

      “Ummmm,” Darius moaned, removing the diamond buttonhole links on his white tuxedo shirt, “that feels so damn good. Suck this big-ass dick.”

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