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Bee and David Ch. 01

By: CoCoChinadoll



She nervously looked up at him but his height was what attracted her.

6'2, thick sturdy build, grey porcelain eyes, pale alabaster skin with a hue of red. Salt and pepper hair cut short, thin dark lips, and an array of tattoos spreading from his left shoulder to his wrist.

He smiled, looking over her again.

His fantasy was finally about to be fulfilled.

Coming from an extremely prejudice family, he had rebelled and developed an attraction to black women. Always afraid that someone would find out he kept his hands to himself and jerked off to "ebony" porn in his spare time.

At 32 years old and unhappily married, he concocted a plan to fulfill his aching "need" months ago.

"Come here, Bee" he commanded in a light British accent.

Her dark brown eyes fluttered as she smoothed the turquoise dress out.

She flashed that virginal smile that made his cock twitch before taking a step forward.

Absent-mindedly bit her lower lip and making him groan, she stepped between his legs.

The lavish hotel suite he rented was fit for royalty. 

He sat on a cream Davenport, watching her through wide relaxed eyes.

Her expression remained impassive. 

His, loving.

She held her hands behind her back, her stance the same as the day he met her.

  *****************

He and his best friend were on lunch break and weighed their options of greasy fast food or a new chain that opened down the street from his law firm.

"I heard Oodles is really good, Dave" his right hand guy, Trevor told him.

They walked into the festive establishment and were greeted by a short dark-skinned beauty.

Her perfectly plump pink lips spread apart in the most beautiful smile he'd ever seen and exposed exceptionally white teeth.

She looked young, no more than 18, with thick curly raven hair that spouted from underneath a black cap.

The attraction was instant. Standing only a few feet away, he could feel the glow of her aura. The heat radiating from her body cause him to loosen his tie.

His heart fluttered then skipped a beat as his vision blurred.

"Hello, gentlemen!" she welcomed with a heartfelt expression.

"Afternoon" Trevor responded reaching for one of the menus she held close to her chest. 

A chest David couldn't keep his eyes off of.

"Here you go," she handed Trevor a menu. "Would you like one as well, sir?" She gestured to David.

He didn't respond, he just stared at her glowing aura.

Her dark chocolate skin glittered while she frowned but took a step towards him. 

"Excuse me" she asked, looking up.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, what was that?" 

She smiled politely, "Did you need a menu, sir?"

"Yes, please!" 

She handed him one, aware that he was indeed staring.

It didn't bother her, most customers who came in, male especially always stared longer than they thought. She chalked it up to them rarely seeing black people. 

She tucked a curl behind her ear and continued with her duties as a greeter; explaining the menu in great detail and with a vast appreciation of diverse food.

"While you gentlemen take a look at the menu, if you see anything that looks good, let me know and I can give you some insight as to how it tastes" she finished.

David's eyes never left her presence. Just a minute ago he was starving and now he felt himself hungry for only her.

Checking her out, his eyes grew even bigger.

She was about 5'2, but the confidence she exuded gave a grander stature. Her skin seemed flawless, except for the faint dark marks under her eyes. 

Cute button nose, light laugh lines, and sultry, almond shaped pecan colored eyes that squinted when she talked.

Even under the black uniform he could tell her tits were big and plump. 

He licked his lips.

She swung around to point at a bigger menu further into the restaurant.

Both he and Trevor noticed how tight and plump her derrière protruded.

Trevor gave him an appreciative nod.

David's eyes traveeld to what he knew would be his new favorite play toy: her ass. It sat high and curved; her waist was narrow but hips were wide and perfect. It gave her the perfect hourglass figure, something he'd never before seen. The light denim jeans hung onto every part of her bottom for dear life. 

She turned back around, still smiling and awaited their questions.

"The Truffle Mac looks delicious " David said.

"It's actually one of my favorite dishes," she confessed. "Its really rich and decadent and I love it with a side roll."

"Sold" he admonished, handing her back the menu.

"I like the Pad Thai" Trevor said.

"Awesome, you can just head straight towards an available cashier and place your order."

Trevor handed his menu to David and walked ahead.

He handed it to the beautiful greeter.

"We didn't get your name?" 

She smiled and shook her head as if chastising herself.

"Sorry, my name's Bianca. Thanks so much for coming in sir" she brightly said.

He laughed, "You are too adorable."

She blushed, "Thank you."

"See you later" he said before joining his friend.

Trevor practically eye fucked the platinum blonde who took their orders.

"We'll get all that right to your table, guys."

Trevor took their cups and walked to the soda machine.

"Can you do me a favor?" David asked, leaning over the counter towards her.

She turned bright as an apple, "I'll try."

He pointed to a cheery Bianca, explaining the menu to an elderly couple.

"Can you have that delightful young lady bring our food?" he asked, dropping his megawatt smile and batting his long lashes at her.

She spun around and then turned back to him with a smile, "Sure, as soon as its ready I'll have Bee bring it."

*Bee*

He liked the nickname. It was short and cute, just like her.

He thanked the cashier and went in search of his best mate.

With their briefings spread along the table, they were deep in conversation when she came juggling their food.

"Hello again, gentlemen" she cooed.

Trevor rubbed his hands together and gladly accepted the plates.

As she leaned forward to grab their table number, a light coconut smell invaded his nostrils.

"This looks great, thanks!" Both men said.

"Anytime gentlemen, did you need anything else? Extra napkins, chopsticks or chili paste?"

Stuffing his mouth, Trevor shook his head.

"Chili paste, you say? David asked.

"I'll grab it for you" she voluntarily replied, heading towards the dispensary station. 

His mouth nearly dropped when he saw her switch away by his command.

Returning with his chili paste, she wished them a lovely lunch and returned to greeting. 

They enjoyed it and talked about how the court precedings would go.

Upon leaving, David shook Bianca's hand and thanked her for an amazing experience

"Oh, you're welcome, sir! Hope to see you again, soon" she replied.

He gave her a less than formal smile and his eyes twinkled.

"You can count on it, darling" he winked.

  *************

He couldn't escape her smile, not even in his dreams. She would sashay past him in those hip hugging light blue jeans, every curve being flaunted.

Her perky breasts, bouncing with each step and that naive smile plastered on her face.

Her face, bright and full of wonder as her brown eyes danced.

He imagined her hair was even thicker without the cap, draping along her delicate shoulders.

On one occasion, when Debra was too tired to please him, he jerked off to the image of him fucking her ripe ass. He came in his hand while silently saying her name. He needed her and soon.

Bee and David Ch. 02



*I want to thank everyone for their kind feedback and comments. I made the first chapter relatively short because I wasn't quite sure which direction I was going with this story. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 2-CoCo*

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"I need direct deposit," she muttered leaving work.

Rushing, she didn't notice the tall figure coming her way until they almost collided.

"Sorry," his accent flushed her cheeks,"Bianca, is it?" he gazed down at her.

She looked up into concrete eyes that steadied her.

"Hello!" she greeted, smiling warmly.

Dressed every bit of a hot shot attorney, he wore a navy pinstripe suit with a crisp white button-up and navy tie, his salt and pepper hair ruffled in the breeze while his black Gucci loafers shined.

There was something about his eyes that made her feel content.

He stared down at her out of uniform.

Dark skinny jeans clung to her waist, while a "Bob Marley" graphic tee gave him a better view of her bountiful bust. She shifted in her rainbow colored sneakers. 

"Back so soon?" she joked.

She hadn't seen him in over a month.

He had his reasons but just looking into that gorgeous face made his cock twitch.

"Been busy around the office," he smiled, "Not working today?"

"No."

"Awww, that's a shame," he tsked, "I was looking forward to being serviced by you."

She gasped lightly at his sexually saturated joke. Thinking he had made her uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to apologize.

"Not today," she laughed innocently.

Before he could stop himself he invited her to lunch. She accepted on the terms that she could pick the place.

They walked down the street towards a quaint cafe. A soft autumn breeze blew, pushing them closer together.

They entered the establishment and were instantly seated.

"I don't even know your name, sir" she inquired as the waiter left.

"Its David, and please no more "sirs", I beg of you" he said, his delicious British accent making her melt.

"Sorry," she muttered, "How old are you, David? "

He ran a hand through his hair.

"Thirty-two."

She nodded, her teeth grazed her bottom lip.

"Such a mature age" she cooed.

He laughed, "If that's a kind way of saying, "you're old", then thank you love."

She joined him in a chuckle.

"You've got a young spirit, if that helps" she teased.

"How can you tell?" he inquired.

She crinkled her nose and squinted her eyes. 

"Its in your eyes. You've got youthful eyes, sir. Um, I mean David" she giggled.

His smile deepened, exposing light dimples and a faint blush appeared across his face.

"Thank you" he replied staring into her almond shaped eyes.

Not one to be intimidated, she stared deeper. Relaxing her shoulders and cocking her head to one side, she gave off an innocent school girl look.

He readjusted his posture, trying to get the immense boner under control.

She dropped her megawatt smile just as the waiter approached, turning him red.

"Can I help you?" a thin, middle-aged black man asked.

Bianca shifted her gaze back to the menu. 

"I'll have the vegan platter with extra mushrooms" she ordered.

"And for you, sir?" flustered, he tugged at his tie and scanned the menu.

"Um, the special please." 

"Chicken pot pie, it is."

He collected the menus and left to place their order.

She leaned forward, puckering her lips and looking in his firey grey eyes.

"Uncomfortable?" she questioned.

He bit his lip, but smiled.

Breathing an air of clarity, he spoke softly and with conviction.

"Not at all. Why, its quite the contrary, I find myself more at ease in your presence."

He reached across the table and grasped her silky dark hands. 

An electrical current fused between them and the second they touched, it intensified sending a spark down both their spines.

"Wow!" She let out a huge breathe of air.

His hands were rather large and warm. The warmth intensified when he squeezed hers in his.

"You feel it too?" he asked in a whisper.

She nodded, solemnly and grasped his hands tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she inhaled a smokey mint aroma.

David leaned forward and raised their meshed hands to his face. A light coconut smell overtook his nostrils.

He stuck out his lips and kissed her hands. Letting his stubble graze the back of her hand, he looked into lovely dark half hooded eyes.

Someone roughly cleared their throat.

They looked up into the stern eyes of their waiter.

David raised a brow in confusion.

He placed Bianca's platter in front of her with a warm smile and David's in front of him with thin lips. 

"Anything else?"

"No, sir. Thank you" she flashed that smile again.

The waiter smiled, a little too wide for David's liking and left.

She reached for her fork and hovered above her plate, a wonderfully deep voice stopped her half way. "How do you do that?"

She looked up into majestically fierce eyes. Furrowing her brow, she lowered the fork.

"Do what?"

He rolled his eyes. 

"How do you make men completely lose their cool around you?" he reiterated the question.

Her eyes widened as she assessed the seriousness in his voice.

"I don't. I'm completely oblivious to it.The guys I chase usually hold my full attention" she said.

He grinned, "You chase?"

She smiled, lightly. 

"I'm used to going after what I want. But lately, I've been the prey" she shrugged her shoulders then proceeded to rub her finger in a circular motion around the top of her glass of water.

He stared at her through hooded eyes, his eyebrow raised in intrigue and his lips a thin line.

*I'd never prey on you, baby* he found himself thinking. 

She raised her fork once again and scooped up a piece of asparagus. Looking into his eyes she dipped the tip in her mouth, sucked then bit with a single snap before chewing. Her dark brown eyes lightened and that whimsical look appeared on her face again. 

"Not hungry?" she challenged.

He leaned over and grabbed her hand, positioning the rest of the asparagus at the tip of his lips he bit down and engulfed the remainder between his lips.

*Not for food * another thought ran through his mind. 

She didn't notice her breathing stopped until a little wafer of air escaped her.

"Very" he answered in a whisper staring her down.

He leaned back and fixed his tie before digging in.

Looking up between bites, he saw her smile and resumed her meal.

She really digged into her plate, nibbling on broccoli and offering him bits of it.

"I'm really more of a meat and potatoes man" he earnestly replied, shoving a fork full of chicken into his mouth.

"You're right about one thing. You are a man" she looked him over once more. 

Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, chiseled features.

"And a big one at that. You must eat some types of veggies. I mean being a growing man and all" she smirked.

David looked up and chuckled, "First, I'm old and now I'm fat? You really know how to break a man's heart" he feigned sadness.

Bianca laughed. "I'm sorry. I tend to be a bit abrasive, especially to strangers."

"Strangers? Here we are enjoying a nice lunch, with an occasional quirk from you and my sensitive soul being bared" he sized her up. 

Thick curly hair flowing past her delicate shoulders, soft, steady breathing made her firm double D's gently rise then fall. The angelic look she held as he spoke was what really got him hot. Her full cheeks rising into that smile he loved, and button nose crinkling as she concentrated on what he said.

Why couldn't he have met her when he was a lad? These feelings for someone he just met weren't natural.

"Sensitive, are we?" she teased.

He took a final bite of his pie. 

"Very," he grinned, wiping his mouth. 

Her eyes traveled to his.

A callous look passed through her.

She cocked her head to one side, "How old do I look, David?" 

Noticing a quick change in her attitude, he leaned in closer.

"19?" he guessed.

She shook her head and leaned forward. 

"Twenty-two" she said with a glorified smile.

He nodded, "Such a mature age."

She erupted in laughter. It started as a low chuckle then escalated into a high pitched giggle. He loved it and soon felt himself joining her.

She looked down at his hand and for the first time noticed a wedding band.

"You're married?" she cocked an eyebrow and stared deeper.

His face dropped, lips thinned and eyes dulled.

"Yes, I am," he sadly answered. "Separated actually, but legally still married."

They stared at each other for a few moments before Bianca spoke.

"Why do you still wear a wedding band?" she muttered.

"Mostly to ward away unwanted attention," he played with the gold band on his finger, his eyes never left hers. "A reminder, as well, so that next time I won't give my heart away so quickly."

"I'm sorry" she apologized.

He stilled, "Its fine."

"Do you still love her?"

His jaw clenched. 

"No," he hoarsely replied. "Once upon a time I thought I did but now, I know I never really even knew what love was" he confessed.

"Do any of us really?" she joked.

He gave her a tight smile.

"I've never really talked to anyone about us and our marital hardships. I'm sorry for unloading on you."

"I'm a good listener," she replied. "And besides, I love your accent. I could listen to you all day."

He laughed, a hearty youthful one.

"I mean if I had your number, then you could listen to it all day" he proposed, eyes still twinkling. 

She crinkled her nose as they exchanged numbers. A triumphant smile lay etched on his lips.

"I'll be right back" she said leaving the table.

His phone rang.

"Crete" he answered.

"Dave," Trevor's voice rang out. "Man, where are you? You're gonna miss the meeting with Sonic Tech."

David quickly glanced at his watch. he'd been gone for almost 2 hours.

"Damn," he grimaced standing up. "I'll be there in 10. Stall them."

Grabbing his suit jacket, he tossed a bill on the table just as Bianca came back. 

"Something wrong?"

He leaned over, their faces inches from each other. 

"Late for a meeting. I'm sorry, I've gotta rush."

He reached for her hand and laid a soft kiss upon her knuckles.

"Until next time, Bee" he growled with a smile. 

Not waiting for an answer, he gave her a wink and glided out the cafe.

She watched him sprint across the street and hail a cab.

A look of pure adorement crossed her face as she passed their waiter, collecting the bill. 

Pulling her cream hoodie on, she thanked him and strolled out.

A second man walked up.

"Another of our women, stolen by them" their waiter told his friend.

"Why can't they just leave our gals alone?" he exasperated, shaking his head.

They watched her leave the cafe and casually strut across the street.

A look of disappointment and years of prejudice mirrored in their eyes.

******************

Bianca lied in her bed staring at the darkness. She shifted her arm and moved onto her stomach.

Raising her head, she looked over at the glowing alarm clock. 2 am on a Saturday.

"Ohhh! Yes! Harder!" loud moans echoed from her roommate.

"Ugh!" she groaned, pulling a pillow over her face.

The loud thumping and screams of pleasure coming from across her apartment didn't help with her sleeplessness.

She sat up and shrugged her shoulders, "At least someone is getting some."

The incessive throbbing between her legs was getting worse. Even if she had a way to combat the horniness she was experiencing lately, she wouldn't know what to do. Sex had always been a foreign concept to her.

Her thoughts soon traveled to David.

His manly physique and orgiastic smokey eyes, ignited a fire in her belly.

Finding herself getting moist just thinking about him, she picked up her phone and sent a quick text.

He replied back within seconds.

*Up so late, love?*

She smiled.

*Insomnia.* she replied.

*Ahhh the "genius" disorder. LOL.*

*LMAO, I think that's the nicest way anyone's ever described my late night nuttiness.*

She rose and headed to the kitchen.

*A fan of nuts, are we?*

She giggled.

*You're a nut :)*

*Touchè, while you're up pondering the intensity of my nuttiness, you should make an executive decision on joining me for lunch Friday? *

She took her time responding back.

*I'd love to. Is 3 okay? You can pick the place.*

A warming sensation surrounded his heart, his spirits soared at the prospect of seeing her again.

*Wonderful, just meet me outside of your workplace exactly at 3. Its a surprise.*

*A surprise? I like surprises.*

*Do you now? What else do you like?*

*You. Goodnight.*

She turned her phone on vibrate then climbed back under the covers.

Sleep came easy and soundlessly, as she dreamed of sparkling grey eyes, intertwined fingertips and a smoky mint that made her stomach flutter.

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His mind drifted all morning on Friday, he was eerily quiet and checked his phone periodically.

After his last conference meeting, he packed his brief case and got ready to join his beauty for lunch.

"Hey man, where's the fire?" Trevor joked running behind him.

They stepped into the empty elevator and David jabbed at the lobby button.

"I don't know what you mean" he chuckled.

"Dude, you've been out of it all day. And now you're running off all of a sudden?"

David stopped and looked over at his friend.

He was used to telling him everything but still seemingly unsure of how things were going with Bianca, he withheld.

He tipped his head and patted him on the shoulder just as the elevator opened.

"I'll give you a call later, okay?"

With that he raced out and down the lobby stairs.

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Fluffing her hair out, she stood on the top steps outside of her work building.

She adorned a light pink blouse, those light hip hugging jeans and black wedges.

An all black Lincoln pulled up and out stepped David, cell phone glued to his ear. He appeared to be in a sour mood as he scowled at whoever was on the other line. He looked around, not even noticing her walk up.

"Fine" he bit out through clenched teeth, hanging up.

He faced the car and lowered his head until it rested on the roof.

A huge breathe of air escaped his lungs.

"Hey" a calm voice called out.

He spun around in a frantic state.

Weary ash eyes met loving chocolate ones.

"You okay?" she asked with a concerned look.

He visibly relaxed and straightened up. Fixing his tie, he cleared his throat.

"Yes. Just tired. Long morning" he gave her a tight smile.

She slowly nodded her head.

Walking over, she stood next to him and leaned on the car.

He watched her every move.

"Really?" 

"Yeah, its just---" he put his face in his hands again to calm himself.

Hesitant on how to comfort him, she placed a warm hand on his shoulder.

"..Nuts?" she finished, a smile on her face.

He couldn't help the smile that peeked out then covered his face. He howled with laughter.

She gave him a playful push then joined in.

After a few minutes, she felt her stomach grumble. Moving to stand in front of him, she reached out her hand. 

"I bet you're hungry."

He gave her his hand.

"Starving, love" he said standing. 

They stood inches from each other.

He drank her in.

Her gaze steadily impassive, while she twirled her hair.

Looking through his gleaming steel eyes, she leaned forward.

"I believe you owe me lunch, Mr--? " she pondered.

"Crete," he divulged. "David Gabriel Crete."

"Gabriel?" she snickered.

"What's so funny about Gabriel?" he asked, a bemused expression crossed his face.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm gonna start calling you Gabby."

He threw his head back in laughter. 

"Don't you dare" he lightly warned.

Still holding hands, she took a step back and looked up at him.

"Take me to lunch and maybe I'll forget about it."

Flashing his loveable dimples yet again, he stepped away from her and used a free hand to open the side door.

She took a step forward only to be pulled back and swept off her feet.

He slammed the door shut as he wrapped his arms around her waist and got a better whiff of her scent.

Coconut and hibiscus flooded his nostrils; his heart beat faster as her aroma surrounded his senses.

He continued to hold her to his chest as the pounding of her heart matched his on.

He peered into wide eyes as he stroked her chin and let a smile slip.

"Thanks" he said.

She looked confused, "For what?"

He inhaled deeply, "For centering me."

He cocked his head to the side, his expression serious and a light frown appeared on his face.

"I'm not the most normal person and I tend to get dealt a less than pleasant hand which tends to make those around me quite, uncomfortable."

She stared on, "I've always hated normalcy" she declared, through a whisper.

He felt a fire creep through his chest as she pulled herself closer to him.

She could feel the heat from their bodies warm her soul.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as a cold breeze made her shiver.

He sighed then dove down. Giving it a chance and taking her by surprise, he kissed her plump and soft lips.

Rough at first, he smoothed out the bumps of their embrace by tilting her head up. She stilled but didn't pull away as his lips claimed hers in a gentle lashing.

He tasted of vanilla and a spicy mint as she parted her lips. Her hands somehow found a way to his hips and she clutched them.

Moving up his sides, she trailed a hand across his waist and loved the feel of his thick body. His mountain of muscle hugged her curves as his tongue slipped through her and snugly explored her mouth.

The warm welcoming confounds of her proved to be more than he expected. 

A soft growl escaped him as he sucked on her tongue then bit her bottom lip with force and kissed it better when he heard her whimper.

She was lost in his complex world. A world of electric feelings, the smell of coconut and breathlessness.

He opened his eyes and found her staring, with a celestial gaze. Lust etched on her face.

He pulled back, still holding her waist and grasping her chin, and leaned his forehead on hers as they both caught their breath.

"Wow" she huffed out.

His icey grey gaze froze her in place as his arm tightened around her waist.

Nuzzling her hair, he whispered near her ear, "I really want to get to know you. "

Feeling possessive, she snaked both arms around his waist and smiled, nearly making him blush.

"Well," she began, "That was an amazing way to break the ice."

His stare warmed as he felt his shoulders heave in laughter. Pulling away from their embraced, he noticed watchful eyes.

It wouldn't be wise for talk of an impending romance to already have started for a him.

"Get in" he commanded. 

She pulled back even further and crossed her arms across her chest.

"Please?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Please, get in love. So that I may feed you?" he begged through a pouty lower lip.

She rolled her eyes and giggled, "You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face", as she eased into the Lincoln and onto the exquisitely lavish leather. 

He shut the door and walked around to the other side, climbing in, he gave instructions to the driver.

Turning his full attention to her, he spoke softly, "So you think I have a pretty face huh, Ms.-----?"

She looked over and noticed a predatory gaze in his eye.

He placed his forefinger on his bottom lip and gingerly ran it across; his eyes glazed over as he took in her intoxicating smell.

She stared ahead, not acknowledging him.

"Wilson and yes, although I'm sure you prefer "handsome", huh?"

A million thoughts ran through her head at the moment. She couldn't hear herself think around him. The way those grey globes followed her every breath. 




Bee and David Ch. 02



Maybe if she ignored him more, she'd have enough time to gather her thoughts about the rushed feelings she harbored.

Why wasn't she looking at him?

Was she mad that he told her to get in rather than asked?

His brow furrowed as these thoughts sped through his mind.

He leaned over and turned her face to his.

"I prefer you" he confessed, making her stomach knot.

He saw her jaw clench.

"How do you do that?" she asked, staring from his glacial eyes to his thin lips and back. 

"Do what?" he asked, grabbing her hand.

She absent-mindedly turned her head and stared ahead as he intertwined their fingers, intrigued with her lovely dark flesh.

"Make me speechless. Make my heart flutter without even trying. I just met you but--" she cut herself off.

Thinning her lips, she cleared her throat.

"But what, Bianca?" 

She looked over at him, her eyes a bright brown and intensity emitted from them.

"Did you feel it when we met, for the first time? Did you feel your heart skip? Body heat?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side.

"Yes."

They sat, staring at each other.

She relaxed and raised the hand he held. Her fingers grazed his neatly shaven chin and played with the imperfection in it which seemed to only enhance his Adonis like figure. 

Sighing and shruging her shoulders, she released all self doubt.

"Let's go slow. I'm not used to commitments. I live on a whim" she confessed, a sparkle glittering in her eyes.

Something in him broke. He wanted her to declare an unspoken love for him; he was a stranger just a week ago. But, add on his age and the fact that he was still technically married and he could understand her reluctance. 

"I might not be able to stop some of my rather rash behavior, doll. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeves and I feel an attraction for you for some odd reason" he admitted.

She didn't faultier.

"I adore your honestly and I think you should do what you feel. I just have to let you know that I'm a tainted girl and my emotions are just that, tainted. I've never really done this before."

They pulled up in front of a chic French restaurant.

"I'll take that into consideration" he promised pulling away from her and exiting the car.

She pushed her own car door open and prepared to step out but he rushed to her side.

Seeing her brows furrow, he explained.

"A proper gentleman always holds open a lady's door."

He held out a hand to help her step out. She looked him over with tight lips.

"I'm a feminist, Gabby. This whole chivalry concept is lost on me."

He pulled her tightly to him before shutting her door.

"We'll see about that" he smirked, leading her to the front door.

David grabbed her hand and gave her a little tug as they found some seats near the window.

They talked about recent events while the waiter fetched them water.

Bianca warmed up to him instantly and was surprised to find out he had only lived in Chicago for 6 months. 

"Its really an enchanting city" she proclaimed.

He leaned forward, glossy eyed and smooth.

A sultry, "I've noticed", slipped from an endearing voice and rose her body temperature.

The waiter returned, ending his endless flirting for the moment.

After placing their orders, Bianca stared out the window as the waiter refilled their drinks. Clearing her mind, she turned back to David and almost jumped when she noticed him staring at her.

His smoky grey eyes scanned her with concentration while his forefinger grazed his bottom lip.

She smiled and circled her water glass with the tip of her finger.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked squinting at him.

His eyes moved to her lips and then back to her face.

"You."

She lowered her hand.

"And what about me?"

He leaned forward and inhaled, once again her scent made his head swim.

"I want to know everything about you" his look softened.

She really stirred something up within him, he couldn't figure it out. How was he suppose to read her?

She smiled and dipped into her Vegetarian quichè.

They ate in silence as the soft sound of music filled the air.

"Lets play a game."

David looked up to Bianca sipping her drink.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?" he asked.

"You said you want to get to know me. So, lets play a game" she reiterated.

He gulped and loosened his cuff links then rolled up his sleeve.

A beautiful tattoo popped out as it intricately flowed down past his wrist.

Dark red symbols and light green strokes zigzaged. They erupted right before his wrist in an array of flashing flesh tones. 

"I'm not a fan of games" he honestly sighed, sliding his empty plate to the side.

"21 questions, and it'll be fun, Gabriel."

She noticed him cracking his knuckles and wondered how she hadn't noticed his gigantic hands before.

From when he shook her hand, to their fingers nestled in each others just earlier that day.

His mere appearance clouded her good sense.

He nodded.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green," he spoke calmly, "Yours?"

"Sky blue."

"At what age did you have your first kiss?" 

Her eyes widened quickly.

"Twenty-one" she squeaked out.

He stared at her while the odd admission hung in the air.

"16" he answered, ghostly. 

"Favorite sports team?"

"Baltimore Ravens."

"L.A Lakers" she cooed.

"Describe yourself in one word."

"That's not a question" she pouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please describe yourself with one word?" he corrected.

"Stubborn."

He smirked. The games were just beginning.

"Your turn" she reminded.

"Protective."

She nodded.

""Biggest fear?" he said

"Ewww snakes" she grimaced, a shiver running down her spine.

"Really? Not a fan of reptiles. Shame, I've gotta 20 foot boa at my place."

She gasped. "I guess that's one place I'm never going."

They laughed at the differing humor. 

Their waiter returned and they ordered dessert. 

She gave him a nod, "Chocolate or vanilla?"

An air of innocence wavered through the air.

"Chocolate. Dark chocolate" he replied, sticking a piece of lava cake in his mouth.

She giggled. Their intense flirting was really heating up.

"Vanilla, with a drizzle of chocolate on top."

"Foul" he called.

"Uh no. You can't call foul, sore loser" she teased.

"I'll have you know I've never been a sore loser a day in my life, madamé" he expressed in his lovely accent.

"And you're a liar?" she gasped at him.

Holding up his hands, he feigned surrender, "Okay, I know when I've been bested. Game over."

She laughed and gave a tiny bow.

"Any plans for the weekend?" he asked.

She thought for a second. Pay bills, check on her graduate school applications, finish her painting.

"Nothing grand, just the usual."

He nodded.

"What made you so upset earlier?"

His jaw clenched and she watched as a somber look clouded his face.

"I was talking to my lawyer. He delivered some disappointing news on my divorce precedings" he explained.

She listened with a serious look, "Lawyers have lawyers?"

He nodded. "I couldn't take the case on myself, it was just too close to me. I just want to get it over with as quick as possible, but---."

He placed his head in his massive hands again, an obvious signal of distress.

"She won't let you go?" Bianca whispered.

"She won't let the money go. I'm just a bonus I guess" he said, still groaning into his hands.

*Money.* she thought. It always boiled down to it.

"When will people realize that their souls aren't for sale?"

He raised his head, and a sharp silver gaze held her breathless.

Her sudden but lovely words stirred his spirit.

Feeling the intensity of his gaze burn a hole straight through her, she counteracted.

"I'm not easily intimidated" she warned with a smile.

That same smile he was helpless to resist.

He nodded, grinning a wide toothed one.

"I love the way your eyes glow when you laugh. You look so carefree" she told him.

"And how do I usually look stuffy?" he joked.

"No," she chuckled. "I mean this is only the second time we've hung out so I'm not entirely sure."

"Hung out? Is that what we're doing, Bianca?..Hanging out?"

She bit her lower lip and looked nonchalently at him.

"Yes. I don't date. Especially, married men."

"Spunky," he admired. "I like women who talk back."

She squinted her eyes, "Do you?"

He grinned. "You really don't know who I am do you?"

"Am I supposed to?" she asked, honestly.

He shook his head. 

"Nope, I'm a no one, sweetheart."

"Tsk tsk, aren't you tired of playing the broken hearted romantic?" 

She reached for a piece of cake and he saw the slightest grace of her perky breast.

"What um, college did you graduate from?" he asked trying to distract himself from his raging hormones.

"Columbia, majored in english and minored in creative writing."

"Columbia? That a really prestigious school. Very nice one as well. What's next?"

She sighed. "Either grad school and find work in the field or write an award winning novel. Grad school sounds so much easier."

"You're a smart girl. I know you'll do fine."

"We just met, how can you tell?"

His eyes glistened and he spoke with admiration. 

"You were so peppy and full of life when I first met you. Something good and true radiated off. You made me speechless."

He leaned over and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

"Wow, thank you. I-I'm glad we were able to meet."

"It was fate," he retorted. "The gods have plans for us, my dear," he cupped her chin and ran his thumb across it. "I told you, I wanted to get to know you."

She sat mesmerized. His stormy eyes led her into a trance.

"What do you want to know?" softly slipped from behind moist lips.

"Everything," his eyes jumped, "Who is Bianca?"

A darkness passed through her eyes.

"Just another kid going through life so worried that I won't be accepted" she trudged out dropping her eyes.

"Nothing could be farther from the truth" he affirmed. 

"I've never had someone take such an interest. I mean I have but it was for obvious reasons."

He dropped his hand and receded back to his side.

She squinted. "Is that why you approached me? Because you want to dig in my well?"

His expression remained impassive.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly" she demanded.

He stared, watching her softly breathe.

"No, I saw your aura before I noticed your endowed assets. But I won't lie to you, you're a charming, gracefully optimistic, gorgeous young woman. There's no doubt about that."

She pulled at her lower lip, radiant teeth tugging it voraciously.

"Please don't do that," he said reaching over and saving her bruised flesh.

"Why?" she defied.

A dangerous look flashed through his eyes, "It does things to me."

Her mouth went dry. She had no idea she had such an effect.

"So you're a lawyer," she began, "tell me about work."

"I'm moreso a consultant now. The legal system got old."

"All smoke and mirrors?"

He laughed and nodded as the waiter collected their plates.

"We'll take the check now" she told him.

He looked from David to Bianca. "Its already been paid, ma'am" he told her, timidly.

She raised an eye to him.

"So that's what you're playing at?" she razzed.

He shrugged his shoulders and tried to hide a slow creeping smile.

"I guess that's our signal to leave," she rose. "Thank you, it was a wonderful meal" she told the young waiter.

He blushed the color of crimson and hurried away.

David rose as well, shaking his headed.

"What?" she asked.

"You're a siren, my dear. Do you usually leave men so red?"

"I have no idea what you mean" she refuted, smiling softly. 

Grabbing her hand he ushered her out the restaurant as they headed back to the Lincoln.

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"Tea, at my place?" she offered.

"I could be a serial killer as far as you know. Ever heard of Jack the Ripper?" he joked.

She crinkled her nose, "I thought he was English?"

He laughed pulling her towards the waiting Lincoln.

Once again they were seated in plush settings; Bianca melted in the car, as David kept an eye on her.

She looked over at him and smiled as they sped down the road.

Creamy, ivory hands and gentle ebony ones, intertwined again.

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He toyed with the trinket on her coffee table.

"Fascinating" he commented before continuing his story.

She chuckled then took a sip of her tea.

He leaned back next to her, reveling in the close quarters.

The soft, beige sofa squeaked with their every move.

He looked around at her meager residence.

Walking in, he passed a small yet durable kitchen, round dining room table a few feet away and then walked into their homey living room.

Bianca sat next to him, her hair pulled up and in a more comfortable style.

She changed out of the jeans he loved to see squeeze her figure and into cherry red basketball shorts and a purple "Lakers" tank top.

He got comfortable as well. Removing his jacket and tie, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt.

"Hahahha!" she laughed at him.

He turned his full attention to her and gently rubbed her cheek.

"I'm telling you it was as big as my leg" he said, finishing his story before placing her trinket down.

She sat her mug on the table and shook her head at him.

"You're a steaming pile of crazy."

"Okay, I guess that's fair. But don't deny me or the fact that there's something about me that just makes you go weak."

She gasped; the nerve of the cocky bastard.

"You wouldn't know the first thing about what makes me weak" she challenged, leaning in.

He cocked his head to one side. 

"Touchè."

"Besides I'm not that interesting of a person."

"Why do you say that?"

She shrugged, "Its a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Ugh, you've gotta life, Gabby. My story would take days, if not weeks to explain. "

"I'd wait forever for you."

Her heart lurched forward then shivered at the touch of him as he ran a finger up her thigh.

She leaned back and thought of her inner goddess. She was truely a sexy siren who reveled in teasing men and frequently walked around with the least bit of clothing on.

Silence pierced the air.

His heart beat at an alarming rate as he just looked her over at her.

She was the epitome of pure. Virtuous and delicately innocent. There was no doubt in his mind that she was meant for him.

"Where exactly are you from?"

"Wales," he proudly told her. "From a city called Newport."

She nodded and asked him to tell her more about his childhood.

He fascinated her with tales of the infamous Crete children and their adventurous childhood.

He was the oldest then there was his brother Zachary, who was only 2 years younger. And finally his baby sister, Florence, who was only 2 years older than Bianca.

He watched as her expressions shifted. She seemed excitable when he described his first day of college. Then sad, when he admitted how he and Zach quarrelled after the death of their favorite uncle.

They sat and talked for what seemed like days but only a few hours passed through. He was amazed at how much he was willing to disclose to her. 

But, the only thing that delighted him more than seeing her laugh uncontrollably at his mock voices was seeing her hang onto his every word.

He was used to the plastic smiles from admirers and the phony tone they emitted.

Nothing about her was fake. She was the closest thing to perfection he'd ever seen.

Tired of listening to himself drone on, he asked her to tell him about her upbringings.

She gave a small smile as the memories flooded her.

"My mom died when I was little" she told him.

He squeezed her hand.

"I took it the hardest I guess, because out of my other 3 siblings I was sent to live with my grandparents until I went away to college. They're my guardian angels. My gramps is one of those old souls, he still wears a fedora, says "jive turkey" and listens to Vinyl records."

"And my grandma is one of those overbearing, proud ladies. She used to be a black panther and loves to tell me stories of the crazy "missions" she used to go on. She was kinda rough around the edges as a teen," Bianca explained. "But she remembers how having my ma saved her from the horrors of that lifestyle" her face went dark.

She laughed to mask the pain of missing her.

"My gramps tells me I look like her."

She pulled a neatly woven wallet from her pocket and retrieved a picture. The edges were crumpled but the picture itself was visible.

A carmel skinned, middle aged woman stood next to the painting of an orchard. Her thick jet black curls flowed loosely around her shoulders. Bright, exuberant oak stained eyes danced i a glass prison. He noticed a dark beauty mark on the side of her chin. 

Looking up he searched for it on his love. Just as she took another sip of tea, he saw the small, "imperfection" and a part of him chuckled.

She posed just as innocent as her offspring, shoulders straight, arms back and smiling, a wide, perfect, toothed one.

He could see where she got her curvy figure from. The woman in the photo wore a red strapless dress that hugged her wide hips and flowed snugly down a flat midsection. It stopped just below her thighs and she looked drop dead gorgeous.

She watched as a faint blush appeared then turned scarlet when his eyes met hers.

"She's beautiful," he smiled, taking another peek at the photo. "You look just like her."

She beamed with joy. Not knowing why his kind words moved her spirits more than she'd like to admit.

"Its hard to believe there was another beautiful woman who shared the same enduring smile."

Taking the picture from him, she sat crossed legged,"Thanks."

Silence filled the air once again.

They stared at each other for a bit.

David took out a wallet of his own and looked over at her. 

She blew out a breath of air.

"Wanna see a blast from the past?" he chuckled, handing her a photo.

Her face softened at the image. A much younger David stood with an arm draped over who she assumed was his brother, Zach. And in the middle was a copper haired, grey eyed little girl.

"Is this Florence?" she asked, pointing to the picture.

His eyes followed.

"Yes. When she was 7, in our backyard. That was a great summer." 

He ran a hand through his hair.

"You even had grey hair as a kid?!" she asked, focusing in on the picture.

He laughed, "Yes, its a genetic thing. My dad went fully grey before he was 21. Sort of a first born male thing" he shrugged his shoulder.

"Can I touch it, my hands are clean?" She beamed.

She looked so adorable at that moment to him.

"Sure" he laughed again leaning forward.

She eagerly did the same and stretched her hands.

The instant her fingertips made contact with his hair she felt something stir.

Moving past his willowy crown, the silver and black strands tickled her wrists as the pleasant aroma of strawberries invaded her senses.

Grasping his chin she pulled his head up and their eyes met.

"You've got such majestic eyes, David."

Face to face with her, his eyes turned a molten grey.

"Window to my soul, love."

Her long lashes batted rapidly, as if sweeping a vivid image away.

She shook her head and dropped her hand.

"You know, you're interfering with my workout regimen. I'm usually in the gym around this time."

He scoffed, "Please you're perfect, and a day away won't hurt."

She laughed, "Far from it. I could be hanging upside down doing sit-ups right now and trimming my chunkiness away."

His eyes widened, "Chunky?"

"Don't act like you can't tell I've got curves" she teased.

He chuckled then she saw a spark ignite.

"I've gotta admit, I love your curves though," he told her through a whisper. With each admission he inched closer. "Your mountainous peaks are one to be envied, my dear. Why, I can see myself lounging in your valley, deep within you and dare I say enjoying your fruits."




Bee and David Ch. 02



Her mouth hung, low and hungry. Using his forefinger he snapped it shut.

"You really can catch more flies with honey, my sweet" he stated pulling her by the waist.

Once again, his lips were upon hers. Embracing the warmeth of her mouth, his tongue lead a tango which she tried to keep up with. 

Sucking on her bottom lip, a sweetness made his taste buds explode. His lips parted and a slow seductive moan echoed through the apartment.

She straddled his waist, holding his arms to the side and hovered above his broad chest. The heat from her body was becoming more than he could bear.

He'd give anything to be inside.

*I bet her grip is magnificant* he found himself thinking.

He felt her attempt to withdraw and thrusted his tongue further in.

Slowly pulling away, she felt him planted little kisses on the corner of her mouth. 

"We really shouldn't" she warned, detaching herself from him.

"You're right, I'm sorry, you're just so intoxicating, darling."

"You foreign freak" she told him catching her breath.

He howled with laughter, slapping his leg.

She watched his expression transform from one of amusement to a serious, somber look.

"Does my, still being married really bother you?? I mean I've been with other women these past four years, nothing serious. But like I said, we're separated legally. And free to pursue other people."

She sighed and thought for a second. "I personally, don't really believe in marriage. I think the institute is really outdated and I can't see myself marrying however once you enter into it, I think its something that should be taken serious. More than half of all marriages end in divorce. That's a staggering statistic."

"Yes, but what about love? Surely if two people marry because they're deeply in love but they grow farther apart as the years go on, they deserve the right to disband their union under those pretenses?"

"Love is cursed by monogamy" she retorted.

"Quite the philosopher aren't we?"

She shook her head, "Just filled with life experiences."

He stared into her copper eyes.

How can't she see what she does to him?

His phone rang.

"One second" her told her.

"Crete" he answered.

His face frowned but he continued to stare at her. 

Once cinereal, bustling eyes quickly darkened.

Bianca squinted.

"Yeah, no I understand, Kiaran. We're gonna take care of it okay? No, I promise. I'm gonna handle this myself. Bye."

He hung up then turned to face her.

"They can't last more than a few hours without you, huh?" she joked.

"Apparently" he chuckled putting his shoes back on.

When he was fully dressed they stood and walked to the front door.

"It was really nice hanging out with you. Maybe we can go for a drink or a movie this weekend if you're not busy" she offered.

"Really? And here I thought you hated me."

"Hate is such a strong word" she gave him a playful shove.

He reached for her. Grasping her soft hand, he placed another kiss upon it.

"It was a real pleasure seeing you again, he said. He pulled her closer to his body and rested a hand on her hips. They went on forever. A slow sigh emerged from her lips.

Gripping her chin, he pulled his own lips closer until a soft kiss lied upon her cheek. 

"Until next time, Bee" he whispered through a luscious tone.

Sensual and shady eyes taunted her chocoalate ones.

Air left her lungs as she nodded like a zombie.

He dazzled her with a nod and his boyish smile before leaving.

She found her voice.

"Goodbye, David" she muttered long after he left, as she placed their mugs in the sink.

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*I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2. Again, sorry it took so long. Feel free to leave comments or feedback or suggestions. I flourish as a writer when others critique my work. I'm starting chapter 3 as we speak and it should be finished shortly. Thanks, guys & gals! ~Coco*  



Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 01



*It's time for Chapter 3! I really hope you guys enjoy it. I received several comments urging me to give Bee more substance. This chapter is dedicated to her and gives you a feel of who she is and what type of life she's lived. Enjoy!*

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*RING*

"Hello?"

"Bee!"

Bianca's face lit up, "CoCo, hey doll."

It was an early Saturday morning and she felt like a burst of enegy oozed through every pore ever since her lunch date with David.

She hadn't spoken to her best friend in almost a week. 

"I'm coming back to the city tonight, let's hit up the clubs! Call the crew."

"Yes ma'am. We've missed you!"

"I've missed you too. Let's hit Boys town."

She laughed.

"Give me an hour."

"Done. See you then, sugarfoot!"

"Bye, babe."

Jumping from her bed, a joyous yelp escaped her throat.

She hadn't had a night on the town in months.

Pulling her phone out, she called her partner in crime.

"Lanley, call Maddie and tell her CoCo's back in town and we're hitting up Boys town. We're pregaming at my place tonight."

He started speaking rapid Spanish and pretended to be angry at her for neglecting him but then softened. 

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm working so much now and I haven't seen you guys in weeks."

"Well, you better make up for it. Is she trying to get schwasted?" he asked, his Mexican-American accent flourishing. 

"Yes. Anyone who's coming should have the same agenda."

"Awesome. Give you a call back in a bit."

She called her other friends and delivered the exciting news with the promise to see them all later tonight.

Skipping from her bedroom to the kitchen, she noticed a váse filled with the most beautiful roses.

Suddenly, her roommate's door flung open.

"Hey sweetie," the girl greeted, stretching.

"Hey, Cynthia. Are these yours?"

"No, some guy delivered them early this morning. You were still sleep."

Her mouth dropped open, "What did he look like?"

"It was just a random delivery person. I think there's a note in there. Who's it from?"

Bianca's hands flew and snatched out an elegant creamy envelope.

The word, "Bee", was italicized.

Her heart fluttered. 

She opened it and the biggest smile Cynthia had ever seen stretched across her face.

She ran over, nearly slipping.

"Who are they from?" she eagerly asked.

Bianca held the note for a second.

"Just a guy," she teased. 

"Uh no! You've gotta give me the details. Come on!"

"I don't wanna jinx it Cyn," she whined.

"The hell with that, my little bumblebee has a suitor and I wanna stab, I mean meet him."

They laughed, then she thought about it for a second.

"Okay, on 2 conditions. You make me breakfast and grab your Ipad, I need to check something out."

Cynthia raced to her bedroom as Bianca gathered the ingredients for breakfast.

"Oh my goodness, they smell so amazing!" she exclaimed.

Bianca turned and saw her head hover above the roses.

"Pancakes and an omelet, please?" She requested.

Cynthia rolled her eyes and walked over to prepare breakfast.

"Start spilling," she urged, cracking eggs.

Bianca inhaled.

"I met this guy a month ago at Oodles. He's charming. We went out for the first time last week and yesterday we had another date."

"Your first date was last week and you didn't tell me?" Cynthia gasped.

"Cyn, I didn't wanna jinx it. I didn't even tell CoCo so don't feel bad," she tried to convince her.

"What? I knew before CoCo. Oh someone's in trouble."

"Shut up. Anyway, I don't know how to feel. He's 32 and separated

I don't know, the whole still being married thing is messing with me," she admitted, fiddling with the Ipad.

Cynthia remained quiet for a few minutes while she finished up the pancakes.

"Do you like him?" she asked, breaking their silence.

Bianca looked up.

"I think so. Wait, yes. I do like him, Cyn."

Cynthia walked over, juggling both plates.

"Then, stop worrying so much. You're a smart gal. And best of all you've got morals, if something feels wrong, you'll know it."

She grabbed a carton of orange juice and sat next to her, a glorious smile plastered on.

"What are you smiling at?" Bianca teased.

Cynthia pulled a plate of pancakes towards her, "Nothing, just wondering how long its gonna take for him to finally break your cherry."

"Cyn!" 

She gave her a playful push then threw her head back in laughter.

They dug into their breakfast.

Cynthia told Bianca about her parents impending visit.

"You can sleep in my room next weekend. I was gonna go stay at my grandparents crib for a bit," she offered.

"Thanks, Bee. I don't know why they insist on visiting every month. They must be bored."

"Or they miss you," Bianca said.

Stuffing a fork full of omelet in her mouth, Cynthia shrugged her shoulders.

Bianca's attention went back to her search.

She googled David's name and her mouth dropped.

"What?" Cynthia quickly swallowed her breakfast and grabbed the Ipad.

Her mouth dropped as well.

"Whoa!" escaped both their lips.

"Dude, you went out with thee David Crete?!" Cynthia yelled.

"I didn't know who he was. I still kinda don't," Bianca laughed.

"He's like a gazillionaire! His family owns half the country and almost all of the UK."

Bianca swiped the device from her, "So, who cares?"

"Let's see what his net worth is, just for fun."

Bianca pulled it up and her mouth dropped.

Cynthia cocked her head to one side and gave her an expectant look.

"Okay, okay, he's a gazillionaire. But that means nothing."

"Well of course it means nothing to you. You're the most honorable, modest person ever. But to gold diggers, he's a walking black card."

"What are you saying?"

"Make him yours, and fast before one of these Barbie homemakers tries to get knocked up by him."

Bianca looked over at her roommate.

Sky blue eyes turned up as she thought long about something. She ran a hand through her waist length sandy blonde hair, and crossed long tan legs that seemed to go on forever. 

"You're a Barbie," Bianca laughed.

"Exactly," she said with a full mouth covered by her hand. "I'm giving you the one up on these whores."

She laughed again.

"Let's see what else "Google" has to say about you, Mr. Crete," Cynthia remarked.

She got up and sat on Bianca's lap. 

"He just won an award for most charitable in Essex where he's from," she read.

"Essex? I thought he said he was from Newport," Bianca thought out loud.

"Lying about place of birth? I've got my eye on you, David," said Cynthia.

"But he's charitable," Bianca protested. "And most charitable? That's totally a plus in my book."

"Ugh! You're too easy to please. He speaks 3 languages, plays polo and is CEO of Crete, Inc."

Their heads whipped around.

"Crete, Inc!"

"That's a multibillion dollar corporation," Cynthia reminded her.

"A lawyer and billionaire businessman, how do you sleep, Gabby?" Bianca pondered.

She closed the browser.

"I wanted to read more about your mega-rich boyfriend!" Cynthia whined.

Bianca sat her Ipad on the table and grabbed her shoulders.

"Cynthia, I'm gonna need for you to keep this between us, okay? I'm really unsure of somethings at this point."

She looked into Bianca's eyes. She liked him more than she let on. But there was something else hidden. Fear?

She grabbed her face and kissed her nose.

"I got ya girl," she said pulling her into a hug.

"You're the best. And since I love you so much, you're coming to get schwasted with us in Boystown tonight."

Cynthia jumped from her lap and hugged herself with glee.

"OMG! I'm sooooo excited, what time?"

"We're gonna pre-game here around 9."

She checked her watch. It was only 10 in the morning.

"Can I pick your outfit?" she asked.

"Sure."

She pulled Bianca into a hug. "This is gonna be the best. Invite Mr.Gorgeous?"

She shook her head, "I'm not sure if he'd be comfortable with our group of friends."

Cynthia rolled her eyes. 

"Come on, Bee. You love our queers. So Dre's gay, Maddie's trans and Kari's a lesbian. If he really has a problem with it, then he is totally not the right one for you. Besides we're all a little bi-curious."

"You're an awesome roomie, you know that right?"

"Yeah, yeah. I hope you remember that when my birthday comes up. Now, let's plan a good show," she giggled leading her towards their bedrooms.

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Her phone rang around 3.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, beautiful," his deep voice greeted.

"Afternoon Gabby," she said, smiling from ear to ear.

"How are you today?"

She flopped on the couch.

"Wonderful. Had a great breakfast."

"Well, that's great. And here I was hoping that I would have the chance to feed you today," he joked.

"Too slow," she teased.

"Apparently," he laughed. "Doing anything interesting tonight?"

"My best friend is back in town, so we're having a girl's night out."

"Really and you didn't think to invite me?"

"It's a "girls night out" Gabby. Unless there's something you've been hiding from me," she laughed.

He could feel her smile through the phone. She was truly contagious.

"Not at all, babe. All man over here. But you could always check for yourself."

His voiced dropped to a seductive whisper.

She could feel the blood rushing to her ears.

"You're such a horndog."

"You know me so well."

"Not as well as I'd like, all in due time though."

"Which clubs are you visiting?" he inquired.

"I'm not sure, I just know we're going farther north, towards Belmont."

"Boystown?"

"Yes," she hissed, a tightness enclosed around her heart.

There was a minute of silence.

"Well, I hope you and the girls enjoy yourselves. I'll check up on you later. And do behave, Bianca. I'll be watching."

"Watching? Are you spying on me, Gabby?"

Another silence.

"I will neither confirm nor deny that accusation, Ms. Wilson."

"Do we have stalker tendencies we have to work out?" she teased him.

"Not a stalker, just a bit overprotective, love."

"Thanks but, I'm a lot stronger than I let on."

"I know," he chuckled. "I know more about you than you think."

"By way of stalking?"

"Let's just say, I meant it when I said I was interested in you."

"Touché. Well, as endearing as this conversation has been, I must finish cleaning then get ready for a night of sinning and debauchery."

"Don't sin too much, remember I'll be watching," his voiced plummeted to an icy warning.

Before she got a chance to say anything, Cynthia ran into the room.

"I think this will give your ass its on stratosphere!" she yelled, clutching a red dress.

Bianca covered the phone. 

"I'm on the phone," she laughed at her roommate and walked towards the kitchen. 

"Sorry about that. I promise I'll try not to."

Silence emitted from David's end.

She held her breath.

"Hello," she squeaked out. "You still there, Gabby?"

"Did she just say its own "stratosphere", Bianca?"

She let her breath go.

"Yeah," she giggled nervously. "I've got crazy, friends."

"It would seem so."

"Talk to you later?"

"Of course. Enjoy the rest of your day, my dear."

"I will and thank you for the beautiful flowers. You really didn't have to."

"It was really nothing, my sweet."

"Bye, Gabby" she sighed.

"Until next time beautiful," he told her before hanging up.

*****************************

She stared at herself in the full length mirror.

A long hot shower always relaxed her. 

Naked skin stared back.

Letting go, she exhaled.

Her boobs jiggled and a soft giggle echoed through her room.

"They're not too big," she said aloud, speaking to no one.

A faint memory of her sister teasing her about how they'd suffocate her while she slept flushed through her mind.

She lifted them higher and a full bust ensued.

Standing still, she smoothed a hand over a shapely but firm tummy. Smooth skin flowed down then over the hill her voluptuous hips created. Soft but muscular thighs encased within her temple. A finger brushed against the strip her neatly trimmed pubic hair held.

A hard knock on the bathroom door shook her from bad memories.

Her gaze never left the reflection. 

"Hurry up, Bee. CoCo's almost here and I still have to do your make-up!" Maddie yelled.

"I'll be out in a second!"

She closed her eyes.

A familiar shiver crept over.

"Oh no," she gasped.

Warm hands softly grasping her shoulders snapped them open.

Her eyes doubled in size.

"Mama?" a child-like voice escaped her in a cry.

Standing behind Bianca, with a smile that mirrored her own, her mom kissed her shoulder and stared with a loving gaze.

"So beautiful," she whispered, staring into her eyes.

She stared back as tears pooled in her eyes. Not bearing the courage to cry, she shut her eyes tighter.

A gust of cold wind crept over her naked body.

When she opened them, she was alone again.

Wiping away excess tears, she stared at her reflection a few minutes longer before getting dressed.

They were back. Only this time she saw them while she was awake.

Slipping on a white lace thong and matching bra, Bianca repeated the mantra that kept her safe for so many years, grabbed her robe and got ready to lose herself in whatever came that night.

     *********************

Stepping out her bedroom door she felt love fill the air.

She nodded to Kari, a stocky asian girl, with a jet black bob and piercing eyes. She stood near their living room window, sporting a pinstripe suit and black Doc Martins.

The level headed one of the group, she always spoke calmly and exhibited a laid back approach to life.

She returned the nod and strolled over to an eager Dre and Lanely. 

They were knee-deep in a conversation about the latest Bulls game. Dre turned and gave her a wave. 

His masculine frame diminshed beneath more feminine features as his thick dreadlocks whipped behind him.

Lanely gave his usual smile. The only straight guy out of the group, Bianca always loved the way he was so secure in his masculinity. Growing up, when boys in their neighborhood teased him for befriending a "fag", he'd simply wave them off and shrug. He knew who his friends were.

A relaxed, at home look lay sprawled on his face. He looked royal, sitting in an all black Canali 12000 suit with Prada embellished shoes and an 88 Rue du Rhône watch. The archetype of handsome. 

She'd never seen him so fancy.

"Looking good!" she commented, running a hand along his shoulders.

His smooth latin voice called to her.

"Gracias, mamì," his voice boomed, following her.

Cynthia and Maddie congragated near the kitchen.

"I'm ready," she told Maddie, sitting on an arm of their couch.

The "glamazon" batted long jewel encrusted eyelashes.

"Are you ready to be transformed?" she overdramatically recited.

"Do you have to say that everytime you do my make-up?" Bianca laughed.

"Uh yes, darling," she replied in a mock Russian voice.

Towering over Bianca at 6'3 in heels, Maddie formally known as Maddox, was more of a motherly figure than a friend. They met at a gay rights rally in college and became instantly close. 

She struted over in a red leather jumpsuit and firey stilettos that contrasted her golden skin. Dirty blonde hair spiraled in thick curls as an excited look brandished her amber eyes.

"Sit, here. We need to get you dressed before CoCo gets here," she fussed ushering her to the kitchen. She placed a rectangular box on the table.

Relaxing her shoulders, she closed her eyes and let an old friend perform magic.

Puffs of coffee colored powder echoed through the air as a chill Maddie worked with ease.

"It feels like I'm playing with a Barbie," she said, smiling. "You barely need any foundation at all."

Kari walked over with a small skull brand camera and snapped a picture.

Maddie swiped an unnatural shade of gold across Bianca's brow.

Dre and Lanely continued their conversation, but snuck glances at them every few minutes.

"Has anyone ever told you, you've got perfect lips, sweety?" Maddie complimented, giving her a faux mole right above perfectly arched eyebrows.

Bianca let a light giggle slip.

"I'm serious," Maddie continued. "Such flawless skin. You're a drag queen's worst enemy, honey."

The group erupted in cackled laughter.

"And done," she dropped her hand and leaned back to gaze at her work of art.

"Whoa!" Cynthia and Kari exclaimed.

Lanely and Dre walked over as Maddie handed Bianca a mirror.

She couldn't help but smile, effectively cranking her beauty up another notch.

"Just fucking marry me, Bee," Lanely spilled, oozing over her.

A suggestive smile enveloped his lips.

A few "oooohh's" erupted.

"Next lifetime," she teased, giving him a playful wink.

A loud buzz emitted through the apartment.

"CoCo," they all guessed.

Maddie packed up her kit as Cynthia buzzed her in.

"I'll get the drinks," Lanely offered, straightening his tie.

"Be back in a bit," Bianca called over her shoulders.

She ran to get dressed.

Spritzing on a little "Daisy" by Marc Jacob, she got for Christmas last year, she turned on her "Hipsterish" playlist while picking out accessories.

"Rill Rill" by the sleigh bells played in the background. 

She skipped over to her bed and sat down on the edge.

As luck would have it, she got a manicure and pedicure the day before her date with David. Maybe it was nerves, but she wanted everything to be perfect for tonight.

Her entire body was waxed as a healthy glow emanated and gave off a look of perfection.

She turned to the door just as a figure walked in.

"Ohhhhh! Sexy! Sexy!"

She sprinted to CoCo and wrapped her in a hug.

"Baby cakes!"

CoCo laughed and her light hazel eyes danced.

"Look at you," Bianca said. "Just as lovely as always."

Lovely wasn't an accurate enough statement to describe her.

Her best friend oozed sex appeal in her skin-tight, gray, snakeskin Serpentine dress.

Only an inch shorter than Bianca, she produced the same endowed assets only on a smaller frame.

Coco's mahogany skin glittered as she beamed at her best friend.

Toned, athletic legs seeped out as the dress cut just below her thighs. The gray, open-toed, four inch Jimmy Choo's gracefully accented her.

"Girl, if I had your hips, I'd rule the fucking world," CoCo told her.

Bianca laughed before realizing she was still half nude.

She grabbed the dress Cynthia picked out and stepped into it.

Pulling it up, she loved the feel of the silk as it hugged her.

The Ralph Lauren, cherry red dress stopped just above her knees. The elegant sweet bow sash helped accentuate her voluptuous figure.

V neck line, thick straps and wrapped bodice felt tailored specifically for her body. Her natural hourglass figure heightened and teased the fabric.

She wrapped the sash around her waist and tightened it into a bow. 

Looking up, she saw CoCo's mouth drop.

"You're beautiful, babe," she said, walking towards her.

Bianca "awwed" her and giggled.

CoCo's face dropped to a serious look,

"I mean it, Bee. You really are beautiful."

Bianca shrugged and stared down at her bare feet. Perfectly clipped cuticles and a blood red color stared back.

She didn't wanna have this conversation. Especially not now.

"Not tonight, Co. I just wanna put all the worrying and self doubt away, tonight," she held out her hand. 

CoCo stepped forward and took it.

Her smaller build reached around Bianca's waist and let a long overdue hug answer.

"Tomorrow, we're having brunch and I'm talking your ears off."

Bianca smiled and nodded profusely.

"I got you something," a grin spread across CoCo's face.

She never even noticed the gift bag her best friend dropped near her door.




Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 01



Reaching in, she pulled out a medium sized, lily white square box.

"Just a thank you for being you."

A squeal rang through the room.

She dropped the box and held a pair of glitter Christian Louboutins.

"Oh my God! You didn't!"

She threw her arms around CoCo's dainty shoulders.

"I love you, Cleopatra Colt!"

CoCo laughed. "I love you too, babydoll."

"These must of cost a fortune," Bianca let her go.

"No, I got some connects in L.A and they hooked me up and there's more." 

Bianca gestured towards the bed. They sat as she collected more gifts.

A black unmarked rectangular box slid out alongside a smaller beige one.

Ripping the bow off, she opened the black one and her mouth dropped.

"Oh you are the best friend ever!"

She pulled out a turquoise strapless dress with a vinyl waistband. It subtly warmed her heart and a faint memory jogged through her.

It was soft yet edgy. Feminine and stunning.

She reached for the smaller box and opened it.

Looking up at CoCo, her heart melted.

An 18 carat, gold necklace with a half heart pendant set in white diamonds radiated.

"I've got the other half," she told her.

Bianca looked over and CoCo ran it through her fingers.

"I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. You didn't have to, though."

"Girl, hush. I had some amazing shopping sprees in L.A. and I thought about how little we spoke since I left. Consider this guilt spending."

"Really expensive, guilt spending."

They shared a laugh.

*knock*

*knock*

"Uh, Bee, you've gotta come out right away, girl," Dre's voice lifted them from their laughter.

"Um okay," Bianca hesitantly told him.

Putting away her new dress she asked for CoCo's help in putting on the necklace. 

She gladly obliged.

Bianca slipped on the Louboutins and tested her balance. After a few minutes, she felt the familiar feel of control wash over.

She needed this.

Walking past her closet mirror, she barely recognized the stunning young lady who looked back.

She grabbed her black leather wristlet as CoCo led the way out.

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Walking back towards the living room she saw her friends standing in a circle, clearly fascinated over something or someone.

"Hey," she called out. "What's up?"

The figures one by one moved to the side so that her view of their interest popped out.

She smelled that familiar scent of smokey mint and her heart raced.

Sitting comfortably with a snug smile and twinkling gray eyes, was David.

The air chilled as silence sliced through.

"Hello, darling," he smiled.

She saw the girls blush and rolled her eyes.

"Hey Gabby," she greeted trying to hide a smile.

He rose and sauntered over to her. Eyes blazing with a steel grace. Lips set into a wicked smirk.

She held steady, watching his long strides set in supermodel mode and that cocky way he ran a hand through his hair.

He reached for her hand and laid his signature kiss on it.

Turning to her group of eager friends, his smile widened, making all except Lanely and Kari, groan with lust.

She had to admit, he did look exceptionally piquant. 

Creased black slacks hung deliciously over loafers. Another crisp linen shirt cloaked his broad, muscular physique. The top three buttons lay open, showcasing a light, well defined chest.

He pulled her into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her waist and sliding them up her back. A fresh yet sharp flowery perfume besieged his understandings.

Her arms draped around bulky shoulders as she held him close.

He never wanted to let go.

Seeing her dressed so divinely sexy, really got him raging. Her figure fitting dress showed enough without showing too much. She sprouted in the red bottoms that sculpted her shapely calves.

Her hair!

He shook his head, thinking he was imagining it but she changed her hair.

Once thick and artfully curly, her dark mane, now bone straight, hung majestically over her shoulders and dangled neatly towards her waist. Still thick and full, not one curly strand remained.

The beautiful half heart pendant suspended between her budding cleavage set the tone for her outfit.

Sexy.

Sumptuous.

Pristine.

His domineering side set in. 

How could he let her out looking this delectable? Some shark toothed prick would swallow her whole.

She turned and introduced him to her friends while he devised a plan to keep an eye on one of his most important treasure.

"Guys, this is David. David, these are my best friends."

With the individual greetings over with, she turned to him.

"This is a nice surprise," she crinkled her nose.

His grip on her waist tightened, "Can't a fellow just stop by to say hi?"

She squinted at him.

"I'm watching you, Crete," she joked.

He smiled as his dimples deepened and kissed her bare shoulder.

"You look so beautiful," he complimented.

A shiver ran through her.  

The tense atmosphere disappeared as drinks were passed around.

"You did eat a proper meal before hand?" he questioned. Silvery eyes a light.

She looked up. 

Inane, composed posture giving nothing away.

"If I say yes, will you stop worrying?"

He passed a champagne flute filled with a rose color liquor to her.

"No. You're a rare gem," he conceded, pulling her face to his. Mannish yet manicured fingers tucked under her chin. "And I'll always worry."

She chuckled.

His eyes traveled down to her flawless....everything.

The spicy lipstick she wore turned her lips a luscious scarlet. 

He itched to bite them.

"See something you like?" she baited noticing his provocative stare.

Bits of gray swirled in his eyes, hypnotizing her.

"Yes," his voice dropped to a sensual tone. Seeing her dressed so hot and out of her usual element made his mouth water. "You look amazing."

She looked down, "Thanks," she mumbled. "Do you wanna come with us?"

"Maybe later, I've got some tedious legal stuff to take care of. I wanted to see you off and say behave."

She nodded, "Gabby, I'm a woman. We were created to misbehave."

A mischievous smile played on her lips.

Laughing, he kissed her hand again and started for the door.

"Leaving so soon?" CoCo called.

David turned back to the expectant crowd.

"Yes," he grinned, eyes honing in on Bianca. "But, you'll be seeing a lot of me."

And with that he was out the door.

Their attention turned back to her.

She swallowed the contents of the glass in one sip.

"Not talking about it tonight," she warned them. "Somebody refill my glass."

They groaned in frustration.

"Someone's been a busy bee," Maddie hummed fixing Cynthia's little black dress.

Ignoring Maddie's prodding, she handed her glass to Lanely who dutifully indulged her.

"Who bought the Rosè?" 

She saw two opened bottles on the dining room table.

"Your mystery man did," Dre said, rolling his neck and snapping a finger at her.

"Keep talking and we're gonna make you the designated driver," Bianca snapped back.

"Child please," Dre laughed at her in a voice entirely too high pitched. "I made you the drunk you are today."

She laughed at his feistiness and accepted the fresh glass from Lanely.

His cinnamon colored face peeked over; wide, tawny orbs of enchantment flooded her.

*Thanks* she mouthed.

He raised his glass with a light smile and nodded.

"All of this wine sipping is really cute but who's taking shots with me?"

They turned to CoCo, setting up shots of tequila.

Bianca downed the rest of the sweet tasting drink and grabbed Lanely.

Everyone else walked over to the dining room table and grabbed a shot of tequila.

Raising hers, she made a toast. 

"To good friends and the will to be young, adventurous and carnivorous."

A loud cheer rang out followed by a groan after tasting the potent shot.

She felt the warmth spread through her belly as a slight numbness relaxed her shoulders.

This was gonna be a good night. 

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Cell phone glued to his ear, David rattled off instructions to his security team.

"Marc, you, Anderson and Hans stay close by. You've got visuals of the entire group as well as your directions. Make sure they say safe. Especially Bianca."

"Yes sir," Marc responded. "We'll check in every 45 minutes."

"Make it every 30."

David hung up and took a deep breath.

Pretty soon, he wouldn't have to be this overprotective. She'd be his and he could keep her safe.

A slow smile appeared as he walked out of her building and thought about the utter shock that encompassed her face upon seeing him.

God, she was so immaculately beautiful. It pained him to leave but in order to get closer he had to give her space without really giving her space.

A dark blue SUV pulled up and he hopped in.

"David," the driver's thick Irish accent spoke. "Another stakeout?"

David gave his mate a chuckle. "Kiaran, thanks again for this man."

"Ay no worries, lad. I still owe you for yesterday, thank you for handling it so well. I'm forever in your debt."

"That's what friends are for."

"So who are we tailing tonight?" Kiaran asked.

David looked over at the crowd of people leaving his love's building.

They walked past the tinted SUV, laughing loudly and in good spirits.

His jaw clenched when he saw Bianca and Lanely arm in arm.

The way he looked at her. It seemed so familiar but rubbed David the wrong way. He rubbed David the wrong way.

Lanely helped her into the waiting limousine, letting his hand slip down he placed it just above her bottom.

He bit his lip and a look of lust crossed his face as he checked out her statuesque figure.

David's eyes roared, "Them." 

He made a mental note to dig up some information on Lanely. He might be trouble.

     *********************

They pulled up to the newest club in central Belmont. 

The line was wrapped around the block.

"You know the owner of Sinister?" Bianca asked CoCo as Lanely helped her step out.

"Yeah, we had a little fling last year," she informed her. "When I told him I was coming back to the Chi, he jumped through hoops to get me to come. So we're VIP, drinks are free and we get to use the exclusive bathroom."

They walked past the bouncer flashing the VIP bracelets.

The soft sound of an electro-pop song hummed as they walked through the second entrance. 

Security escorted them to the VIP area; a huge balcony style terrace that overlooked the main dance floor.

A velvet rope seperated 2 VIP areas.

She glanced over at the other area and noticed a group of men staring.

CoCo said something to catch her attention but she couldn't hear over the music. 

She looked back over and they were all still staring.

Turning around she looked over her shoulder, certain they were looking at something behind her.

Her entire group made their way over to their own secluded area, leaving her a few feet behind.

She turned back around and all but one dark figure sat looking at her.

She gave an awkward wave which he eagerly returned.

His heart dropped when she flashed her mega-watt smile and followed her friends, his eyes never left her.      ********************************

"Here you go," Lanely yelled giving Bianca another drink.

"This is the third pineapple vodka you've bought me. Are you trying to get me drunk?" she baited him, her words slightly slurring.

"Yes," he joked. "But hey, I'm feeling a little buzzed myself. You could take advantage of ME for all I know."

She laughed at his dramatics.

Turning back around she glanced at the other VIP area. The dark figure was still staring at her.

Maybe it was the excessive alcohol but she got really annoyed.

After steading herself she made her way over to their area.

The bouncer held the rope back.

She strutted over to the group and sat down next to the attentive guy whose eyes never left her.

His eyes widened a little at how much confidence radiated from her.

"Hi," she sternly greeted, staring into his icy blue eyes.

He leaned over.

"Hello baby," a deep Southern voice took her by surprise.

"Is there a problem? You've been staring since I got here," she asked, jaw slightly clenching.

His smile twisted into a malicious grin.

He moved closer and for the first time all night a bad feeling rolled over her.

There was something off about him but in her intoxicated state she couldn't put her finger on it.

She looked across and Lanely watched her.

Looking back to the ominious stranger, she waited for a response.

"No problem, little lady. Just admiring your beauty."

"Thank you," she gave a tight smile. "But it's really impolite to stare. I hope I won't have to worry about you behaving this way the entire night. Seeing as how we're balcony neighbors."

He let a coy smile slip and for the first time since they met she took in his presence.

A southern boy. Faded blue jeans, dark blue tee and boots. Boots?

*Who the hell wears boots to a club?* she thought.

His corny "Everything's bigger in Texas" belt buckle made her scoff.

"No worries at all, sweetheart. I'll be seeing you around," he told her.

A dark shadow crept over his cobalt blue eyes, chilling her.

She stood.

"Enjoy your night," she told him, an aloofness sprouting.

"Hey, you okay?" CoCo asked once she returned.

"Peachy," she downed the rest of the drink.

They took more shots and she felt the numbness sink in.

"Let's dance, mamì," Lanely whispered to her.

She smiled and nudged Cynthia, letting her know they were headed to the dance floor.

She pulled out a pair of black slip on flats.

Bianca never danced in heels, the fear of possibly breaking her ankle outweighed any fashion mistake.

She dashed down the steps leaving Lanely a few feet behind.

He coursed through the crowded dance floor, calling her.

She lost her sensibilities. 

Let her inhibitions go.

He grabbed a hold of her waist just as the tempo increased.

A mix of a techno bass and Rihanna's "We found love" hypnotized the scene.

She threw her head back just as the strobe lights erupted.

Holding her from the back, he watched as her hips swayed against his own.

They moved with a wild yet subtle fury. 

Bianca led the way, fistpumping to the raveneous beat and moving as dangerously as a viper.

Lanely held her close and tried to keep up.

He loved her in this element. Hell, he LOVED her.

After an hour of what some would describe as erotic dancing, they parted, never noticing the figure watching. 

He danced with a flirty Cynthia but his eyes never left Bianca.

An hour after someone pinched her ass for the third time, she decided to step away from the dance floor.

Grabbing Maddie and CoCo, she dashed to the exclusive bathroom with a full bladder. 

After washing her hands, she caught Maddie staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Don't what me, here," she handed Bianca her phone. "Call ya cute little beau, and stop leading Lane on. You know that boy loves you."

Bianca rolled her eyes, "He doesn't love me like that and I'm not leading him on, Mad. We were just dancing!"

Maddie sucked her teeth and walked towards the exit. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, sugar."

She rolled her eyes and balanced on her tip-toes in the mirror.

Her hair grew to three times its straightened width.

All that dancing had it reverting back to its original curly state.

She looked wild yet tender and alluring.

Grabbing a band from her purse, she teased her hair into a high ponytail, taming the thickness for now.

She walked past a dimly lit corner not noticing the figure studying her.

"Bianca spotted near the east wing bathroom," a voice reported.

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David stood watching his love near the balcony.

Seeing her dance with Lanely made him livid.

He had always been the jealous type. 

She approached the lower level bar and ordered water. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she took grateful sips.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as her hearing heightened.

She felt his presence before she saw him.

Looking over from the bar and towards the balcony, she froze.

His glacial gray stare stopped her heart and the music.

The only sounds she heard were the pounding of her heart and a faint yet identical sound.

Before she had a chance to blink, he descended the stairs and walked towards her.

In a state of rebellion, she rose and made a dash for the crowd, that mischievous smile lay etched on her lips.

If he wanted her, he'd have to catch her.

Game on.



Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 02



*Hey guys! This last chapter made me think long and hard about the quality of work I've been issuing out. I haven't been fair. I haven't given my all and its become apparent that my work is being compared to 50 shades of Grey. This isn't the case. I'm my own. My words are greater than a speeding bullet and I can cut down the mightest oak with the mere utterance of a phrase. I promise to show that. I've realized where I wanna take you. So take a seat and let's go.*

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She couldn't figure out why she ran.

Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that seeing him sparked. Maybe she wanted him to chase her. Want her. Need her. No man had ever wanted her. Well, not truly wanted her.

Before stepping into the thick pit of people, she turned and caught another look at her pursuer.

A dashingly salacious smile blazed across his face as he chased after her.

His lips spread wide in a hungry grin.

She twisted, turned and shuffled through the crowd just nearly avoiding his reach.

A playful smile lay plastered on her face the entire time.

Nearing the end of the floor she gracefully leaped off the stage, confident she had lost David.

She turned to head back to the VIP area before a force ambushed her into a hug and graciously led her to a darkened area of the club.

She gazed up as he peered down, a look of simple admiration coated his slate eyes as he crushed his body against hers.

He inhaled that flowery scent and his head swam.

Snaking his solid arms around her waist he pulled her closer.

Delivering fresh little kisses from her cheek to her neck, he used his tongue and teeth to tease her.

The wall she put up slowly crumbled the more he taunted her sensitive skin.

Palming her round ass, he pushed her further against the wall.

Pulling back, a rare stream of light illuminated her entire face.

A treasured, guileless yet utterly carnal look encased her.

Lower lip trapped between bright teeth, she stood on her tip-toes and unleashed a flaming kiss.

It dangled between them before igniting.

Their lips parted as hungry tongues danced.

She ran her hands through his well seasoned silvery hair and plunged her tongue into his mouth.

He savored every bit of her. Tasting an unreal sweetness and fondling every part he could.

She moved her hands down to his godlike biceps and chiseled chest before skating up his back.

It took an enormous amount of self control for him not to rip the dress from her body and take her in the corner.

She felt a warm thickness rub up against as they continued their physical affair.

Opening her eyes she saw David's thundering stare dare her to protest.

He stole kisses in a fury and held her at his leisure. His body heaved against hers as he softly crushed her against the wall.

His massive hands held her delicate ones above her head as his head hung near her ear. 

He nibbled on it as several soft moans escaped her.

How could one woman taste so good?

She tried to gather her scattered senses.

"You're here?" was all she could conjure up as her body tensed below his mountain of flesh. 

His engorged prick now prodded her tummy as his dominant hold wore on.

Seeing her discomfort, he released her hands and fixed himself.

"I said you'd be seeing a lot of me, doll."

She shuffled against his sturdy figure.

"I have got to take your meanings more literal," she giggled in his ear.

He threw her a wickedly tempting look.

"Come back to VIP with me," she insisted.

Not waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and pushed pass, leading him back to their area.

Several people threw them odd glances.

As usual Bianca didn't notice.

Looking over she noticed the jerk from before was gone.

Bianca sat between David and CoCo as she interrogated him.

Lanely stood next to Kari carrying on a conversation but his eyes never left Bianca.

After soothing a savage CoCo's hunger for knowledge and with an arm wrapped around Bianca, he looked around for his security team who no doubt probably caught their little display of affection.

After visually checking in with them he relaxed a bit.

They all talked for a few more hours.

The girls were obviously smitten with a charming David.

He turned his attention to Cynthia who had some questions of her own.

CoCo got up to dance and Lanely took her seat. Leaning in, he spoke low.

"Estás tomando en serio con él?" he questioned. *Are you getting serious with him?*

She looked up into his soft brown eyes.

"Yo creo que sí," she hesitated then responded. *I think so.*

"Quiero que seas feliz. Te lo mereces," he confessed." * I want you to be happy. You deserve it.* 

David turned back to face them.

"Gracias. Tú también, amor!" she exclaimed to Lanely, kissing his cheek.

He gave her a face splitting grin as a tall red head approached. She whispered something in his ear and he gave her a lewd smirk. After saying his goodbyes to the group, he gave Bianca a wink with the bombshell on his arm and strode out.

She called for CoCo.

"Its almost four, I'm getting a little tired."

She relayed the message to the rest of the group.

Some still wanted to stay and dance so they decided to part.

"You guys can stay. I'm gonna catch a ride home," she told them.

"How?" Cynthia asked.

Bianca nodded to David.

"Oh okay, be a good girl now," Maddie teased her.

"Shut up," Bianca told them. "I'm getting right into bed."

"Sounds good, Bee. Just make sure no one gets inside of you first," CoCo joined Maddie and Cynthia in a laugh.

She flipped them off before leaving with David.

Exhaustion hit her just as soon as she sunk into the SUV.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked.

"Yes," a sleepy voice drifted out from her.

"Do you have your keys?"

She sleepily nodded and dug through her clutch.

"I think I left them," she sheepishly admitted. "I'm just so tired."

He glanced down and a lump formed in his throat. What he was thinking of doing went against his better judgement.

"Stay with me tonight?" he suggested.

She looked up and saw a nervous look in his eyes. But she felt so at ease next to him.

"Okay," she whispered and absent-mindedly nodded. 

The darkness weighed her down as total and utter exhaustion swept through her body.

"Make a left on Lakeshore drive, and take us to the Drake."

Kiaran obliged, looking to his left he saw barely any incoming traffic and soundless drove.

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She lay in a deep sleep as he easily carried her to the penthouse suite.

Laying her across the massive king sized bed, he took off her shoes and rubbed her feet.

The bright red toenail polish glimmered in the dim room.

Reaching over, he turned on the bedside lamp.

There was a knock at the door. Strolling past a lavish dining and living room area, David answered.

A dark haired, green-eyed man came through.

"The supplies you requested, sir," he spoke in a French accent, handing a Duffel bag over.

"Thanks, Marc. You all settled in?"

"Yes, sir. "

"I'll contact you if there's anything else we need."

He nodded and left.

David searched through the bag and came out with an oversized shirt and make-up remover pads.

He removed a pair of lace slippers and an endearing lace dress, as well as underwear he was sure would fit her.

Other supplies were packed inside, if she needed them.

Laying the ensemble on a cream Davenport, he approached her sleeping body.

Raising her, he gently slid off the silk bodice.

She was a really deep sleeper.

He slid the entire dress off and gazed at her.

His mouth went dry.

Her chocolate skin seemed to glow beneath the snow white lace of her underwear. Temptation almost caused him to touch her most private parts.

He took a deep breath and taking it slow, he raised her back up and pulled his favorite shirt on.

Pulling the band from her hair, he watched in astonishment as her thick strands whipped out giving her a dark curly halo. 

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the make up from her face, until only her natural glow remained.

Moving the comforter back, he positioned her in the middle of the bed. Between luxuriously soft pillows and tender to the touch silk sheets, she drifted even deeper into sleep as louder snores began to ensue.

He chuckled then pulled a tiny state of the art tablet from the duffle bag.

Checking up on investments and replying to urgent emails, he pulled up the confidential file he kept on Bianca out.

Rereading the more private details of her life, he placed a reassuring hand on her back and silently comforted her.

Turning the device off he placed it on the bedside table and shifted over to his side of the bed.

Even though he had carried her in and undressed her, cuddling up next to her body without permission just seemed wrong.

The warm and loving snores emitting from her side of the enormous bed lulled David to sleep.

In his dream, he held a glowing Bianca in one arm and a bouncing gray eyed, curly haired little girl in the other. Her jaw dropping smile and deep dimples caused a familiar blush to outline his face. 

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The loud chirping and bright rays of morning woke her as she sat up in a huff and clutched the side of her head.

The sound of a running shower let her know she wasn't alone while a horrible headache made her groan.

Her vision blurred as she adjusted to the surreal-like surroundings.

Where the hell was she?

She tried to smooth down her wild mane but it stuck out in an absurd fashion. 

She gasped.

Did she foolishly hook up with a stranger?

She shook her head in a fury.

"No, I left with David," she remembered.

Too scared to move, she looked around the spacious suite and recognized her dress laying across the Davenport next to another one.

She was in a hotel room. A really nice hotel room.

Hearing the faint sound of the shower turning off rooted her to the spot. She clutched her sides as the bathroom door swung open and she tried to remember the details of last night.

The only person she remembered seeing at that moment was him.

He stepped out as quietly as possible, hoping he hadn't woken her.

With his hair still dripping wet and a thin towel wrapped around his waist he stepped out of a fresh shower and into the sights of his love.

Like a deer in headlights, she stared at his half naked body.

His image of perfection glistened as he caught her in that smothering stare.

Concrete eyes grounding her, locking and imprisoning her in place.

The fresh smell of strawberries followed him from the shower and flowed freely through the room.

Sauntering over, a wide grin emerged. He knew she liked what she saw by the way her mouth hung like a pendulum.

Beads of water still dripped from his hair onto his bulging biceps. Some cascaded down his creamy rippling six pack. The towel barely contained him.

He was bigger than she originally thought. Harboring an old school football player's physique.

Bianca saw a peek of naked flesh just below his torso as he walked over.

She unconciously bit her lower lip.

A mountain of muscle. He looked like he just stepped out of the pages of a GQ ad.

Sitting on the bed, he stared.

She looked just as lovely as she always did.

Her messy hair and an innocently misplaced look lay mounted.

They stared, saying nothing for a few minutes. 

"Good morning," he greeted reaching over and cupping her chin.

To his surprise, she relaxed and leaned into his touch.

"Morning," she greeted raspily, not taking her eyes off him.

She put a hand on her head, trying to shake the ache away.

"Here take this. Breakfast should be here in about 20."

He handed her a glass of water and two pills she assumed were for the headache.

She swallowed them gratefully and finished the entire glass.

Handing it back, she spoke clearer. 

"Where are we?"

He ran a finger delicately across his lower lip, while his eyes focused on her.

After a few minutes he answered, "The Drake."

"How'd we get here?"

He frowned. "You don't remember last night?"

Her eyes widened and she tensed.

"No," a bare whisper escaped. "Did we---? We didn't, right?"

David raised a curious eyebrow as a slow smile played across his lips and a wanton expression engulfed his eyes.

*Oh Bee,* he thought. *My Bee.*

Translucent eyes burned into her own as they stared. 

David with a passionately controlling gaze.

Bianca with a seemingly impassive one.

Her insides shook as she felt her heart rise to her throat and stomach twist into knots.

"Blimey! We haven't shagged," he stood and walked back to the bathroom. Taking one step inside, he turned and looked back at her. "At least not yet."

Rapidly exhaling, she saw the trace of an amoral smile sweep his lips.

Her eyes squinted and the bathroom door closed.

Swinging her legs over, she climbed out of bed just as there was a knock at the door.

She trudged acrossed the great room.

Opening the door, she came face to face with Marc.

"Hi," she greeted.

He took her in.

No wonder the boss was so head sprung on keeping her safe.

She was a stunning little thing.

There was something about her face. It was endearingly angelic yet sultry.

"Good morning, ma'am," he returned her smile. "I'm Jeán-Marc, I work for Mr.Crete."

She stepped aside to let him and the cart he pushed in.

"What do you do?" she asked.

After placing the enormous dining tray on the table, he whipped around to face her.

"I'm head of security."

She crinkled her nose, "Security? Why does David need security?"

He opened his mouth to speak but the bathroom door swung open.

David approached Marc with a cool demeanor and shirtless. 

He uttered something in French and Marc removed the lid off their breakfast.

Golden brown pancakes topped with fresh strawberries and chocolate syrup sprang into her view. As well as scrambled eggs, hash browns, a colorful fruit bowl and a tray filled with bacon and sausage.

Her still thirsty mouth fell on the crisp jug of orange juice.

She looked back to David and almost jumped out of her skin.

Both he and Marc were studying her.

David ran a finger over his thin bottom lip as his eyes surveyed hers.

Marc stood sideways, speaking low and rapidly while his peripheral vision caught little peeks of her beauty.

She squinted her eyes and walked towards the bathroom were she washed her face with water and her mouth with Listerine.

Walking out and back towards the dining area, she saw him sitting at the head of the table. He rose as they made eye contact.

The narrow faded blue jeans he wore gave his chivalrous actions a boyish charm.

His eyes hypnotized her so deeply, that for the first time all morning, she noticed just how magnificent his tattoo was.

It seemed ritualistic. Feathers laid ablazed as they peaked out along his bicep and curled around his shoulder. The image of an archer holding an arrow laid in the middle. The archer's dark menacing eyes and scowl sent a sharp quiver over her.

She gazed back up into his prized gray windows and unconciously smiled.

"This looks delicious," she said.

"It does. I thought you might be hungry after not eating last night," he replied, sitting after her.

"What makes you think I didn't eat?"

"You're a horrible liar, my dear," he told her.

She feigned heartache, "You're a know it all."

"I know," he smirked.

He had already rationed their plates and poured the orange juice.

"I'm not sure if I ever mentioned this but I'm a vegetarian."

"I know. Its made of soy," he popped a piece of bacon in his mouth.

She took a bite of the grayish sausage and to her surprise it was good.

They animatedly talked between bites as he got to know her better.

"So you've got a birthday coming up?"

She swallowed her food with a satisfied look. "Not until the middle of December. Turning the ripe old age of 23. I feel old," she told him.

"Oh come on, doll. You're in the prime of your life," she threw her arms over her head, causing the oversized tee to rise beyond her thighs. "And you look every bit of it."

The shirt slipped up higher and her undies flashed him.

Powder white lace containing valued dark enticing flesh.

He ran a hand through his hair.

A quizzical look passed through her face as she thought more about last night.

"You undressed me, didn't you?" she threw him a hardened look.

He remained silent as his eyes rested on her hips.

"Of course. You were sleeping so deeply, an avalanche wouldn't have woken you."

She looked down, slightly embarrassed.

"Moreso peacefully, my love. I just slipped my favorite shirt from Harvard on and wiped your makeup off. You were so knackered, you must of had a long day."

She relaxed as the topic was changed.

"Just a little. I missed dancing all night, but feeling so sore made me realize I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Ahhh don't grow so old so fast. Your vitality keeps me young."

"That's sad," she laughed before shoveling a fork full of potatoes in her mouth.

His steamy eyes stalked her deep dark ones.

"How do you feel?" he asked, finishing his plate. 

"Better, thanks."

"I'm glad. So you like to be chased huh, darling?" he boldly asked.

She almost choked on her OJ.

"Why do you think that?" she cocked her head to one side.

"Why, because you initiated our little chase last night. I enjoyed it. Thoroughly. Enjoyed you."

"Did you now?"

"Yes," he wiped his mouth. "I want more. Of you that is."

"Don't be so greedy."

He rose and walked near her side of the table then sat.

She pushed her empty plate away and turned in his direction.

"You make me gluttonous," he tucked a loose strain of hair behind her ear. "Tell me, why are you still single?"

She purposely bit her lower lip before speaking.

"I'm," she inhaled then heavily exhaled. "Impossibly stubborn. A bit abrasive, extremely strong willed and dreadfully tainted. That's a lot to handle for some guys."

"Some guys are weak. You need a man," he leaned over her and used the back of his hand to stroke her cheek. "A real man."

She rose between his legs. His hands rested on her shapely hips until she stepped up and sat on his lap.

His perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose as she rested a hand on his shoulder.

"A real man like you?" she questioned.

"Maybe, " he teased with a deadly look. "You said it yourself: I am a big man," his accented flourished when he emphasized "big".

"You are. Guess that's why I like you," she confessed. "And I rarely like anyone. "

"I fancy you as well. You make my heart soar."

She gasped. "Really? Sometimes, I like it when you touch me."

He pulled her by the waist further onto his lap.

"Touch you how, my dear? Like this," he used one hand to pull her face closer to his as they kissed. "Or like this?"

He placed his other hand at her hip and roughly caressed her sides, teasing her flesh.

She bit his bottom lip and kissed it better when she thought it was too much.

Truth be told, he liked her rough.

He grabbed her thick ass as his tongue invaded her mouth. The fullness of her derrière had him making a half moon shape as he ran his hands over it.

He squeezed harder and felt the heat from between her legs rise.

She detached her mouth from his.

"You're a lot less stressed this morning?"

"My ex signed the papers," were the first words out of his mouth.

Her eyes relaxed.

"Really?"

"Yes. That's what Marc and I were discussing."

"Are you happy?"

He stroked her ebony thighs and gazed into her eyes.

"Ecstatic. They're gonna be processed early Monday morning."

"You seem really happy about it."




Bee and David Ch. 03 Pt. 02



"I am. And happier because you're here with me right now," his hand moved to caress her full lower lip.

She unconsciously smiled, "You seem too good to be true. Forgive me for being a bit skeptical. "

"Why should you be? You're a knockout with the drive and smarts to rule the world. I'd love to have a woman like you on my arm."

"Would you?" she asked in an incredulous voice.

"Of course. I'm never letting you go my dear. I'm a man who gets what he wants and right now, I want you."

An electric shiver crept down her spine.

She nervously bit the corner of her mouth. 

He watched her through hooded eyes, "You know what that does to me."

Once again, he reached up and saved her bruised flesh.

"Don't second guess yourself, love."

She wrapped her hands around his neck.

"Stop telling me what to do," she threatened.

He smiled, "Yes ma'am," then slapped her butt.

A girlish grin appeared on her face and she bit his shoulder.

"Ow!'

"See," she giggled, "I'm not all talk."

He ran a hand through her hair then grabbed a handful and yanked her head back.

A surprised gasp escaped her as he had full access to her throat.

He nibbled on her collarbone and trailed delicate kisses along her throat.

"Pull harder," she encouraged.

He grabbed more hair and yanked it back so far he almost thought he broke her neck.

She had a seemingly high tolerance for pain.

Her hands clutched the arms of the chair. 

His bites got rougher. Her body hotter.

He let one last kiss linger on the base of her throat. A soft growl rose and he pulled back.

A faint purple bruise laid in the spot he teased the most.

"There's sooo much sexual tension between us, my dear."

He trailed a hand up her thigh. The smooth dark flesh and warmth that her treasure hid caused his movements to become rougher.

"What do you purpose we do about it?" she baited.

Aloof and cool dark saucers watched him.

"Give yourself to me."

He reluctantly trailed away from her heat.

"Its not that easy. I'm not that easy."

Using that devilishly long and burly finger, he traced the path of the hidden hickie. 

He smiled at his handywork.

She laughed, unaware of his skills of possession. 

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"We're moving soooo fast."

His thumb caressed her chin, "Do you want to slow down?" he gave her a chance.

"I don't know."

His heart plummeted.

"Are you done with the nosh?" he pointed to their leftover breakfast.

She nodded.

"Let's get you showered and dressed. "I want to show you something before you head home." 

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She slipped into the warm lace flats.

Bianca had to admit, as overprotective and mysterious as he was, David knew more about her and what fit her body then she ever thought.

The endearing lavender and lace strapless dress let her breathe while snugly accenting her.

He stood across the suite, leaning near a window and talking on his cell.

The air left his body the second she walked in.

"Yeah, yeah, no just bits and bobs. Okay. I'll give you a bell later."

He picked something up and sauntered over to her. 

She shifted nervously under his blazing gaze. Thinning her faint pink lips, she smoothed the already perfect dress out.

He made her so nervous lately. 

That cool panty dropping smile he unleashed, made her melt.

He was a hot summer day and she had the unfortunate fate of playing a scoop of double chocolate ice cream.

David admired the sweetheart neckline. Tender dark flesh peeked out as her bust sat proud.

"You know, a simple tee and some jeans would have done the trick. Not that I'm being ungrateful."

He used his forefinger to tip her face towards him then planted a knee weakening kiss on her.

"And miss you looking this heavenly?" he replied.

She laughed under him.

"I've never met a woman who fills out simple pieces of cloth so well. I'd bet you look good wearing a feather."

His voice chilled and he pulled her closer.

Unraveling the necklace he took off last night, he leaned over her shoulder and fastened it.

Stepping back, he got a full view.

She radiated beneath the frilly lace and fair lavender. Glowing brighter than any piece of jewelry he owned, she dropped that smile and he turned red.

"Its reassuring to see that I can have an effect on you, too."

He shook his head while a lascivious smile cradled his lips.

"I must be a plonker because I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Rubbish," she teased, imitating him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled a lengthy hug from deep within.

Her heart beat slowly, and it scared her. It was as if it tried to match a distant beat.

She pulled back in shock as she realized what her body was doing.

*Too soon,* she chastised her heart.

"You okay, love?" David asked, feeling her tense up.

"Yeah," she looked everywhere but at him. "Just remembered my phone's dead and my friends have probably been trying to contact me."

He let her go and walked over to the bedside table; picking up her phone, he handed it to her.

"You're rarer than you let on. Shall we go?"

She looked down at her phone and her face fell.

Over 45 missed calls and over half of them were from Lanely. 56 new texts and 22 voicemails.

"My clothes?" she asked.

"Marc will load everything in the car," he held out his hand. "Come."

She took it and followed him out of the suite and into an exquisitely decorated hallway. 

The antique details and modernly sophisticated paneling popped out.

He held her hand tighter whenever others passed.

She squeezed his every time a woman gave him the eye. Which was frequently. She wanted to draw the word "mine" across his forehead just so they'd stop eyeing him.

But he wasn't. No matter how many times he hinted at how he wanted to be hers, he wasn't. She wasn't a piece of property either.

*We're just having fun. Nothing more,* she told herself.

They stepped into a half crowded elevator.

An elderly white couple smiled warmly at them.

The woman, in a much younger black couple, threw daggers at Bianca. She smirked then rolled her eyes. 

Bianca laughed softly.

Her boyfriend on the other hand checked her out every chance he got. When Bianca's callous eyes met his toffee colored ones, he winked.

She squinted and threw him a hardened look before turning back to deepen her embrace with David.

Surprisingly, he was staring ahead. His jaw clenched.

As soon as the door to the lobby opened, he flew with Bianca out and gracefully dragged her to the front doors.

Looking her over once more, the new pissed expression threw him through a loop. Her hands were firmly placed on her hips.

"What?" he asked innocently enough.

She leaned closer, "Don't drag me. I don't care how uncomfortable the situation is."

"He practically eye humped you."

"Guys have totally stared at me in worsening ways. I'm not a piece of meat and I don't parade around like it," she moved closer and threw her arms around his waist. "When will you realize I'm tougher than I look?"

He sighed then looked down into her bewitching brown eyes.

"Maybe never. I feel this need to protect you at all times, Bee. You're the kind of girl a guy would come back for."

She felt something stir within her at that moment. Like an ancient force waking after a long slumber.

Her glow intensified and her eyes burned into his.

"Don't make promises you can't keep," she whispered.

A sleek black Mercedes-Benz pulled up.

"I won't," he promised. "You're my honeybee."

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"Don't ever do that again! You could be dead right now!" Cynthia screamed into the phone.

Bianca rode smoothly next to David and held the phone a few inches from her ear.

She returned all the texts, listened to every voicemail and returned the missed calls. Everyone from Kari to Dre were worried until she called and rectified everything.

Cynthia was another story. Bianca purposely called her last because she knew she was gonna rip her a new one.

"Do you understand me, Bianca Michelle Wilson?!"

She sighed, "Yes, Cynthia. I'm sorry I had you worrying, babe." 

She laced her apology with sugar and soon enough Cynthia forgave her.

"I'm not yelling, I just worry is all. When will you be home?"

"Later maybe after 5?"

"Okay, hey I forgot to ask if it was okay that Chad was staying over for a few days? I'm gonna be visiting Stephen in Palos Hills."

"Yeah, its fine. I haven't seen Chad since we graduated. Is he still a little heartbreaker?"

"More like full blown Casanova. That's part of the reason why he's staying. He's gotta week out of school and my parents don't want him hanging around the house causing trouble while they work. I swear ever since he joined the football team, he's become a monster," she gossiped.

"He can't be that bad. Leave him with old Bee for the week. I'll straighten him out."

Cynthia laughed. "Okay, don't say I didn't warn you, he's getting dropped off at around 7 tonight. See you later, baby."

"Bye, Cyn."

She hung up and turned to David.

"All better?" he asked.

"Yes," she groaned snuggling closer to him. He held her hand. "They worry too much."

"They love you, Bee. Its normal."

She shrugged. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere special," he replied as the car made a sharp turn.

They passed a sign.

## Beverly estates.##

They drove farther west and after not passing a house for almost 10 minutes, they pulled up to a dashingly massive mansion.

It was a grand home.

The outside proudly stood, ivory colored with a huge balcony near the top and a large front porch wrapped around the bottom.

They pulled into the draped garage.

The driver opened her door as David got out.

She looked up and for the first time noticed Marc.

His silky green eyes shone even in the dim lighting.

"Thanks, Jean-Marc."

She smiled and he unconsciously blushed. 

"My pleasure, ma'am."

She held out her hand and delivered a firm handshake.

"Please call me, Bianca or Bee," she encouraged.

David walked around to their side just as Bianca dropped her worldly smile again.

He noticed his mate's face turn red as a strawberry.

Marc lowered his gaze as David snaked an arm around her waist.

"Yes, ma'am."

David caught her attention and nodded in another direction, "This way, love."

He led her through a door.

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"Whoa!"

Her surprise echoed through the lobby.

The house was twice as big on the inside.

"It has a Neo-Renaissance foundation with Baroque features."

A marble stairwell elegantly spiraled down, and laid about ten feet away from them.

The great room smelled of fresh oranges. She looked up.

A grand chandelier stood watch over them.

"Crystal chandelier, nice," she complimented. 

"Diamonds actually, but thanks." 

"Diamonds, " she gasped. "There must be hundreds of them!"

"Thousands. Three thousand and forty seven to be exact."

He came up behind her. She turned to face him.

"You're too rich for my blood," she joked.

"You're priceless my dear. Besides money can't buy everything."

He grabbed her hand and led her through double doors and past a stainless, modern kitchen.

"Ladies," he greeted a group of middle aged, cheery eyed women.

They smiled professionally. 

"This is Bianca. She's a very special friend of mine."

They greeted her, "Hello, Bianca!"

"Good morning, ladies" she beamed back. 

David led her through a Neo Grec style archway and down stone steps.

They stepped into a lavish entertainment room.

It was twice a large as the suite from the Drake.

A plush dark carpet outlined the room and romantic colors clung to the furniture. 

"Have you ever seen the movie: Rosemary's baby?" he asked her.

"Only a million times, its one of my favorites!"

He chuckled at her excitement.

"Great, well I'm sure you'll enjoy it a million and one times."

He led her to a row of soft seats. They were invisibly attached creating a living room love seat effect.

"You brought me to your house to watch a movie?"

He nodded draping his arm around her like teenager.

Playful gray orbs forced a sincere smile to the surface of her lips.

"Okay, I'll bite."

He grasped his shoulder, "Hopefully not to hard, eh?"

She feigned insult and gave him a push.

"Such violence," he grabbed her wrist and planted a soft kiss on the inside. "You're much to delicate to be sooo tough."

"If only you knew."

He cocked his head to the side and gave her a curious look, "The mystery that is Bee."

She smiled and cuddled up on the couch next him.

His massive physique seemed less daunting wrapped around her fragile build.

Within seconds a woman, David greeted as Hope, was at their side with drinks.

The movie started and soon they were bundled within each other and enjoying the theatricals of Mia Farrow.

He snuck little peaks of her facial expressions as the movie progressed.

He'd never get over her captivating beauty. The sheer genteel of her nature. If only she knew.

The scene approached where Rosemary character was taken by the devil.

Bianca's heart accelerated. The forbidden taboo of being forced remained a constant battle within her.

She clenched her thighs. Bit her lower lip.

David watched, fascinated at her sudden arousal.

He ran his fingertips along her bare shoulder.

A shiver flowed through her.

She looked over.

A salacious glow overtook his eyes.

For the first time in forever, she blushed and looked down.

His gaze was sooo enticing.

Those expertly large hands slithered back over her warm skin.

She looked back up and was caught in a predatory gaze so fierce everything below her belly button clenched.

Stormy gray eyes ate her alive.

Devoured her very soul.

She opened her mouth to protest for what she knew was coming next.

Only a low carnal groan escaped.

That was all he needed.

In milliseconds, his lips were upon hers. Tasting a sweetness he was sure couldn't be artificially copied. 

She groaned, low and bawdy into his mouth and once again, ended up in his lap.

The neat little bun that took her so long to pin up became a frizzy up-do.

He wanted more. She could sense it. 

Their kisses become deeper, wetter. More primal. 

It happened at much slower rate than she expected.

He leaned in and clasped her face between his hands. They were much gentler than she remembered. 

Grabbing his hands, she held them to the side.

He conquered her. Experienced lips expertly moving through innocent ones. His tongue softly caressed the inside of her mouth. She tasted like fresh mint and cinnamon sugar.

He seductively bit her lower lip. A silent "ouch" echoed off.

He needed to feel her. She grew red hot on his lap.

"Let me touch you," he demanded through pained kisses.

He tried to loosen her grip.

She shook her head.

"I can't," escaped her in a huff.

He grabbed her wrists and pulled them forward, their teeth scraped against each other as the embrace halted.

"Why?" he pulled back flustered and red.

She shifted beneath him and caught her breath.

"I--," she tried to move but he caught her in an iron grip. "----Just can't."

"No, you're fibbing," he accused.

"Fibbing?" 

*Fibbing* he mouthed.

"Why don't you want me to touch you?" 

She paused and desperately tried to avoid his glacial eyes. 

"Its nn-not that" she stuttered.

*Fuck* her stutter was back.

After 15 years of overcoming it, this godlike specimen of a man brought her issues to the surface in the span of a week. 

David looked at her with a worried expression.

He had never seen her so discouraged, so lacking in confidence. A part of him felt bad as he was the cause of it.

Bianca took a deep breath.

"I think---" she looked up at him.

Soft, loving steel eyes studied her.

And at that instant she knew. Their pull was more intense now. Something had a chance to bloom.

She mentally cursed herself, "I should go home."

He grew two heads.

"Now?" he wheezed.

"Yes, now," she answered.

Once delicately joyous eyes quickly hardened.

She couldn't. 

No, she wouldn't.

"Are you okay?" he asked, again. 

"Just not feeling well all of a sudden," she stared down at the plush carpet.

He accepted the obvious lie.

Pulling out his phone, he called for Marc to have the car ready.

Grabbing her hand, his gentle exterior never faultered.

He helped her into the Mercedes and held her tightly as they drove silently to her apartment.

The only sound was of Frank Sinatra belting about some dame who broke his heart.

Her sour mood seemed to fade but his eyes never left her.

They pulled up in front of her residence.

"Are you sure you're alright, darling?" he asked again.

She looked over and managed a small smile then shook her head yes.

His lips thinned and he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair.

"Stop lying, what's wrong?"

She squinted.

Before he had a chance to react, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Goodbye, David."

She grabbed the Marc Jacob oversized travel bag her clothes held and leaped out of the car.

David exited shortly after but before he had a chance to call her name, she was half way up the stairs to her apartment.

Damn, she was fast.

He sighed and climbed back in.

Marc drove off.

"Why do they run?" he absent-mindedly asked his old friend.

Marc chuckled. "American girls. They're, how do you say, wild and uninhibited. Its the chase, my friend."

David nodded with a smile, "If its a chase you want, Bee, its a chase you'll get," he smirked, pulling his IPad out and setting his next plan into motion.

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*That's the end of Chapter four. As you can tell the spark between Bee and David is really heating up, despite Bee's reluctance to let him in. Those of you who are patiently waiting for the sex scenes need not wait any longer. While the next chapter will tease you, when we finally approach the consummation of Bee and David, it'll be well worth it. Shoot me some feedback or leave a comment. Constructive criticism is well appreciated. I can only learn and grow. Ciao, CoCo* 



Bee and David Ch. 04



*Hey, everyone!, I know you're all like "its about damn time this gal gave us an update". And you're right. I wanna start by thanking EVERYONE for their comments and feedback. Granted, some it was hard to handle. I'm not used to negative feedback but I took it into account the fact that I want to perfect my work so criticism is the healthiest factor. So there. By the way, this chapter is short. I'm working with an amazing editor and our flow of communication is still being established. Without out further ado, here's chapter 4. Love, CoCo*

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**2 weeks later**

She never thought it would happen at a time like this. She had changed. Everything changed. Her attitude, her demeanor, and her cheerfulness was gone. She was lost again.

Laying in her bed, Bianca stared up at the ceiling. Her head pounded as she thought about the events of the past few weeks.

She spoke slowly to herself: "All those years of carefully keeping my romantic feelings on a back burner and in less than a week, I find herself hopelessy in---."

**BUZZ!**

Her phone rang, breaking her from a deep thought. Thinking seemed to be all she could do, seeing as how words seemed to fail her lately.

Something told her it was David. She had been ignoring him for almost two weeks. He had called, texted, left voicemails for her to call him back and even came by her place. But she wouldn't see him, like a coward she hid in her room. 

And now here she was. Back in front of that mirror. This time the only thing that peeked back was that shirt he slipped on her the first night they spent together. She couldn't resist putting it back on. It was so soft and smelled of him: hazy peppermint. She wrapped herself in a hug and pretended it was from him. She did miss him, but it really was for the best. Pushing him away seemed so much easier than the alternative. Than actually admitting that for the first time in her entire life she actually felt something intimate for someone else.

Being on the receiving end of romantic gestures she was used to letting guys down. She just didn't see it; didn't see the beauty that attracted them. Raking a hand through thick curls she leaned closer, trying to see what it was that made her so wanted. She scrunched up her nose, bit her bottom lip until it turned bright pink and sighed. All she saw was a dark, troubled girl. She felt so alone and empty at times.

The only people Bianca ever really let in were Lanely and CoCo, in fact she was damn near mute the first few months she came to stay with her grandparents. Emotionally, she was still a fragile shell. The death of her mother still rang soundly in her concious, still haunted her wach night. There was so much David didn't know. If he did know, she was sure he would want nothing more to do with her. He'd leave her too.

It took years for her to accept the fact that she had image issues. Body issues. She'd starve herself as a kid. Eating only when exhaustion was close. She was cursed with a plump figure and dark skin. Dark eyes that made her fragile soul even more vulnerable. The training was worth it though. Training herself to be an emotionless wall and to never give her upperhand away helped her early on in life.

Her phone rang again and she jumped.

The word "Duo" flashed across the screen.

"Hey CoCo," Bianca answered walking away from the mirror.

"Hey, babe. What are you doing?"

"Laying out some clothes for work tonight."

"You got work on a Saturday?" CoCo asked.

"Picked up an extra shift."

"Oh okay. Hey, are you good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're a bad liar, Bianca."

"Ugh! You sound like David," the instant she said his name she regretted it. A warm feeling rushed over her as grey eyes clouded her vision. She thought about the first kiss they ever shared and her knees went weak. She tried to pace her beating heart before realizing CoCo was yelling for her attention.

"Bianca! Hello?" CoCo shouted into her ear.

"Huh? What?"

"Girl, I asked you what time you gotta start?"

"Oh, two o'clock, but I think imma head there early so I can grab food before my shift."

"I'm coming too! Meet you there at noon?"

"Okay."

Damn CoCo and her second sense. Bianca really didn't want another lecture from her. 

After jumping in the shower, she combed then braided her hair back. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Indian style, in a training bra and boy shorts she looked up just as Chad walked in.

"Morning, sweetcheeks," he greeted walking over to her.

Cynthia's 18 year old brother became even more infatuated with her. His little crush grew into a full force attraction. Keeping a cool and calm demeanor on the outside, he felt his stomach drop every time he saw her.But lately, she'd been in a funk, rarely talking and he was sure she stopped eating. She was still as beautiful as ever, but her eyes held a sadness she refused to admit.

"Morning, CJ."

With a physique just as tan and lean as his sister, 6 foot tall and barely pushing 200 pounds, CJ was the typical high school jock.

"Nice hair," he commented tugging a single braid.

She looked over; once excited brown eyes were now ashen and callous.

"Thanks," she gave him a tight smile and stretched out.

Her diverted gaze gave him the opportunity to once again take a peek at her figure. Usually thick and taut, he could see abs newly forming on her smooth dark tummy. Her legs were more muscular and not an ounce of fat hung. He could write a book on how precious her ass was. She put every girl he'd ever been with to shame. Her body was heavenly. He took a peak at her forbidden zone but stared a few seconds too long. By the time he looked back up, she had already noticed. His eyes widened. They said nothing for a few minutes. Bianca's head was cocked to one side and she squinted at him.

"What did I tell you about staring at me?" she simply asked.

He nervously ran a hand through his bleach blonde hair.

"Sorry," he gave a half hearted chuckle.

Her expression never changed. Standing, she grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and put them on, well aware that Chad's eyes watched her the entire time. Her full ass bounced when she made a jumping motion as she tried to avoid stepping on a pen.She looked back over her shoulders, his sandy brown eyes shot her an apologetic look. She folded her arms and a geniuine smile emerged.

"Its okay," she sighed. "I've just been really cranky."

He laid back on her bed, "Oh, I noticed. You've had a stick up your ass for a few weeks."

She flung a rubber band at him. "You can be a real dick."

"I know. And speaking of dicks, when was the last time you had some. A good fuck would set you straight."

She groaned. "Don't even start with me."

Stalking across the tion and over to her desk, she hooked up her phone to its charger.

"I'm just saying. Guys would sell their soul for a chance with you."

She walked back over and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, their faces hovered inches from each other. He inhaled her tropical scent and smirked.

"You never knocked," she said, invading his personal space. She was so close, he could feel the heat from her body.

"What?" he whispered. His eyes roamed over her.

Taking a step back, she looked him up and down. Crinkling her nose, she repeated. "You never knocked."

"Don't change the subject. You need some cock in your life."

She tried her hardest to stay serious. He was like the kid brother she never had.

"Hahaha!" she laughed, clutching her stomach in merriment.

"What?" he feigned innocence. "You do. I'd gladly sacrifice myself."

His face split into a grin and he stepped forward.

"Ha! I'm not going to jail. You're young, Chad Johannes."

Ugh. He hated when she called him by his full name. She gave him the nickname CJ when he was a kid and it stuck. The way it simply rolled off her tongue added to her hotness factor.

"You know I turned 18 last week, perfectly legal. And ready."

He cracked his knuckles and eyed her once more. She laughed again. It felt good to hear her laugh.

"You and your hormones have entertained me enough today."

She walked past him and grabbed her work clothes.

"Gotta nice looking thing picking me up in a few minutes anyway, Bianca."

"Good, Chad. You know, if you weren't so cute you'd be annoying."

"So you do think I'm cute?" he shoved his hands into his jean pockets.

"Of course, you're gorgeous," she honestly admitted.

He blushed, "Thanks, babe," he gave her an enthusiastic smile and a wink.

His phone rung. "Here's my date. Catch you later."

He rushed forward and gave her a tight hug. She returned it and watched him leave.

"I have gotta teach that kid about personal space," she mumbled, closing her bedroom door.

Bianca cleaned up a little, then changed to work clothes. Her muscles were still a little sore from an intense cardio session that morning. Before deciding to work out twice a day, she felt sluggish and unfocused all the time.The grateful energy stretching and sculpting her muscles gave was welcome. She had even enrolled back in karate classes. Anything to take her mind off of David and his perfect world was welcome. After locking up, she jetted down the steps and burst through the front door.

It was a tad too warm for December. There wasn't even any snow on the ground as she made her way to the bus stop. She plopped her headphones in and jammed to the latest Florence and the Machine album. She bobbed her head to the beat of her favorite song before a creepy feeling rolled over. Turning around, she jumped so hard, her phone almost went flying into the air.

Leaning against an oak tree and glaring at her was David.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled, grabbing her chest.

That tantalizingly long and burly forefinger stroked his upper lip. He stared at her with nothing but a cold stance and fiery eyes. His anger was barely contained.

"Hello, Bianca," he spoke calmly but his voice was laced with ice. His eyes ate her alive.

She swallowed hard. "Hi, David."

"I've been giving you the bell for a fortnight," he gritted his teeth. "And you've been ignoring me."

"I haven't---" she started.

He shot off the tree and hastily approached her. She didn't move a muscle.

"That's rubbish!" he seethed. "You gutted me, my sweet."

She could see the pain in his eyes. The confusion. A mental truck hit her: he cared. He also looked miserable. A scruffy patch of facial hair gave him a light beard, his eyes were a tiresome shade of red and his usually polished salt and pepper hair looked dull and uncombed as it swept past his ear.

David's lips thinned, "My goodness! You look dreadful."

She shrugged and looked at him with empty eyes. Her glow was gone, that infectious demeanor that captivated him when they first met seemed to have vanished. His poor girl. He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. She felt too light. It was then that he KNEW something was wrong.

She held onto him as the smell of his natural scent hugged her. There was no place on earth she would have wanted to be at that moment. His arms provided such comfort.

He pulled back so he could see her face, "What's the matter?"

"Me," she pushed her tears down. "I'm the matter. And I don't think this will work out."

A sadness clouded his eyes. "Why?"

"We're too diff-- different," she sputtered. "And how do you even know you're my type or that I'm yours? This thing we're doing, what-what is it?"

"I don't know," he sighed. "And I don't care, I'm happy when I'm with you. You, you've really charmed me, Bianca. But you're pushing me away."

She pushed back and shoved her hands into her back pockets.

"See?! Talk to me, gorgeous."

"I don't mean too. I just, I've never done this before and I--. I just don't know anymore, David."

"Can you do me a favor?" 

"What is it?" she asked. 

"Have tea with me tomorrow and let us discuss the nature of our relationship."

"I told you I don't do relationships," she whined, leaning her head on the glass surrounding the bus stop.

Their eyes locked and she could feel his anger. He threw her an aggravated look and turned to leave. Halting his movements about 10 feet away, she saw him run a hand through his hair then turn on his heel.

He wasn't giving her up without a fight, the stubborn temptress. She didn't see it but he did, they were soulmates, and a love like their's was one in a million.

He flew back towards her. With their bodies pressed against one another, the air left her lungs as their lips dangled. The effect he had didn't go unnoticed; he was getting to her. Bianca's once uncaring eyes sprang to life as he invaded her space. Their mix of emotions and sexual tension sizzled in the air.

"I just need for you to know one thing, my love," that wicked smile was back on his lips as he grew excited with how deliciously vulnerable she looked. He loved strong women but there was something about a woman who needed him that sent his ego into overdrive. 

Her tainted eyes put up a fight. "What?" she challenged.

He inhaled her scent before speaking, "I just want you to know that my need to get closer to you might seem frightening. I have....unusual techniques. But that's okay, because I'm a man. And I know what I want."

She got lost in the spectacular light show that was his eyes; cuts of steel threatened to explode right before her. His tone was dangerous but enticing. He was even sexier angry. She tried to steady her breathing as moisture pooled between her legs.

*I want you,* he mouthed gently brushing against her lips. The slight caress of his skin against hers was like a cold gust of wind chilling her very soul. She groaned so low it came out as a silent whisper. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then stepped back.

"Nine a.m tomorrow, no arguments, Bianca. And don't even think about running, because I will catch you," then David turned and walked off.

She squinted her eyes at his disasppearing figure.

"What are you doing to me, Crete?" she exasperated clutching her racing heart.

Her bus pulled up and she hopped on, grateful that lunch with her best friend wouldn't get her as hot and bothered as a simple conversation with David.   

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"Well, I like him," CoCo told her. "You need someone to put you in your place."

"I don't wanna be put in my place."

"What I mean is, it seems like he balances you out. That night at the club was the most relaxed and happy I've seen you since--" she hesitated.

Bianca's eyes widened, cutting her off.

"Have I really been this sad and miserable for the past eleven years?"

"What? No! You drift sometimes, Bee. And we worry but we know its just your way."

Bianca stared out the window. She couldn't even look at her barely touched salad.

"I really wish you would've ordered a sandwich or something," CoCo complained digging into her own food. 

"I'm not hungry."

"I can see. Bee?"

Bianca looked back over.vA worried look engulfed CoCo's bright eyes.

"Have you been eating?"

"Yes," she nonchantly answered.

"Don't lie to me, Bee. Have the dreams come back?" she asked.

Bianca sighed, "I'm fine, CoCo."

"No, you're not. Talk to me. Did you see her?" 

"Yeah. It only happens when I look in the mirror. I'll close my eyes and --" she stopped.

CoCo reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm so broken, Co. What the hell does David even see in me?"

"What did I tell you about that?! Stop it. You're fucking amazing, babe."

She shrugged. She had never really felt amazing. At that very moment she didn't really even feel anything.

"The day's gonna come when you're gonna have to let somebody in, Bee. You've been closing people out since we were kids. Whoever you choose is up to you but just know you WILL have to chose."

"No, I won't," she countered with a smile. The first smile CoCo had seen in weeks. "I'm a black beauty and no one can tame me."

CoCo laughed at her returning sense of humor.

"Okay, black beauty. Whatever floats your boat," she retorted before taking a final bite of her cheesesteak.

They talked some more before saying their goodbyes. Bianca's shift started soon. She walked to the employee lounge, phone in hand and made a phone call.

"Hey, hot pockets," he cheerily greeted.

"Hey, papa," she greeted back.

"It was good seeing you last week."

"You, too! Are you and Nana still having the dinner tomorrow?

"Oh yes, baby. Your cousins are flying in tonight for it. Early birthday dinners are always nice."

"Oh okay."

"What's on your mind, sugar?"

"Oh nothing. Just wanted to call and say 'hi' and that I love you."

"We love you too, sweetheart. But I get the feeling that something's wrong?"

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm good, grandpa. Honestly."

"Hmmmhmm. Okay, baby. But you know ya old man isn't that far away. If you ever need to talk, I'm here," he sincerely told her.

His voice warmed her heart.

"I know, grandpa. Thanks. Give Nana my love. I'll see you tomorrow at noon?"

"Alright, darling. Take care. Love you, hot pockets."

She laughed, "Love you too, old man," then hung up.

That same feeling coursed through her body. She loved her grandpa. He was the only man in her life who didn't constantly disappoint her. She tucked a single stranded braid behind her ear and got ready for another tedious day of minimum wage work. Just then a thought hit her. She needed a change. A new challenge.

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"I'm in love with her," David whispered like a secret. He stared over his computer and outside towards the waiting sunset.

Marc looked up from the newspaper. His eyes were wide with shock, "Love?!"

"Yeah," David smiled at his confession.

"Think for a second about that."

"I don't have to, mate. I love her. Its only been thee weeks but I KNOW I love her."

"What about Debra?"

Marc was referring to one of the many ladies David had wrapped around his finger.

"Broke it off with her. And Tracy and Val and Gloria."

"When?!" Marc asked.

"Last Monday, after the trial. Called them and ended it," he sat back with a grin as he thought about his dear Bee.

"I can't believe you dumped Debra. Wasn't she an Olympic gymnast?"

"Yeah," David thought for a second. "No worries. This one is worth it. She's putting up a hell of a fight though." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Don't scare the poor girl," Marc joked.

"Don't worry. She's a tough one," he smirked before pressing send on the email. 

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"Two hundred!" she yelled.

Her back hit the ground softly. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose then fell in great haste. After two hours in the gym, Bianca was utterly exhausted. She couldn't believe how fast time went by. Her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging sensation in her abdomen.

"Oh God!" she silently whispered.

Something was wrong. The soreness crept up on her in tenfolds. Everything ached. It felt like her body was shutting down. She tried to sit up but a heavy cramp bore down on her insides. She screamed in agony. Her hands flew to her midsection as she doubled over in pain.

"Ahhhh!" she called out.

The cramp intensified as several gym enthusiasts rushed over.

"Someone call an ambulance!" was the last thing she heard before passing out.    

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Itty bitty black dots. In a tiny blue square.

The image burned into the back of her eyelids before she summoned the courage to open them. The pale blue hospital room scared her more than the IV and other instruments inserted did. She hated hospitals. Sitting up, she noticed a black sports jacket draped over a chair near the bed.

The door slowly opened and a bald Indian man stepped in.

"Ms. Wilson, you're awake. Good," his thick eastern accent settled.




Bee and David Ch. 04



"Where am I?"

""You are at the University of Chicago's hospital. You've been admitted for exhaustion and dehydration."

"My stomach cramped up on me--," she tried to explain.

"So badly that you passed out, and according to my chart, you were exerting you're muscles and running on an empty stomach with a severe lack of energy."

"I feel fine now," she tried to sit up but her body still had a slight ache.

"We've been pumping nutrients into your body. I've prescribed vitamins for you to take daily. We've also got a hospital shrink, if you need someone to talk to."

His eyes stilled when they met hers.

She shook her head, "No, I'm fine."

"Very well. I would like for you to get some rest. It also seems as if you are struggling with stress related issues that has your blood pressure through the roof. If you don't get a handle on it, you can become very very ill," he looked back at her. "As soon as your friend returns we can release you."

He abruptly turned and walked out.

"What friend?" she called, a tad too late.

Laying back on the hospital bed, an empty feeling once again, creep through her. She heard muffled voices on the other side of the door. A few minutes later it flew open.

"Hey, love."

He approached her with a relaxed smile. She sat up and opened her arms wide. He dove in and a hug that lingered on the bridge between friendship and true love balanced. He pulled back and she stared up at him.His tawny brown eyes rippled as he took her in. His first love.

"Mamì, talk to me."

She sighed then looked down. "Its back, Lane," she said above a whisper finally admitting her faults.

Lanely pulled the chair closer to her bed. He sat up straight and leaned over. "It's gonna be okay, mi corazòn."

"I'm sorry, I've been such a bad friend lately."

He grabbed her hand, "No, No, Bee, stop blaming yourself. Tell me what's going on."

She reached over and ran a hand through his wavy shoulder length hair. A habit she developed whenever they talked one on one.

"I've drifted again," was all she could manage, twirling a strand around her finger. Her voice seemed mystical.

"You stopped eating?" he asked.

She nodded.

"You look sick, sweetie. What on earth would make you think you're-----," he stopped as a single tear tainted her cheek.

Her hand dropped and he pulled her into another hug.

"What's wrong with me, Lane?" she sobbed.

He gently stroked her back and whispered positive affirmations in her ear.

"Its gonna be okay, Bee. Don't think you're alone, cause you're not. I'm here," he pulled back and used the back of his hand to wipe away her tears. They ceased for the moment, as his wide eyes bore down a heart warming compassionate gaze.

"I haven't held you like this since we were 12. You're usually so strong, babydoll. What made you break?"

She searched her brain for an answer.

"The anniversary of her death was last week. And I just---. It brought back so much pain and--. Lately, I've been feeling unfulfilled, like I'm not good enough. I need more control over my life. I need to be thinner, faster, smarter."

"Why, so you can run again?" he accused.

She gasped, "You remembered that?"

"Of course I do. You ran right into my arms that day."

"I thought I'd never see you again, Lane."

They stared at one another while the memory of her running away to find him burned through their vision.

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       *  11 years earlier*

"Moved?!" she screamed at CoCo through the phone.

"Bee, he left yesterday. You never called us back," a high pitched CoCo responded.

"He can't leave, Co!"

"He and his family moved into that big brown house on Green and Halsted. Its only 5 blocks away. But, Bee......"

She dropped the phone and ran.

She knew exactly where the house was and she had to see him.

She jumped into her converses, threw on the hoodie he had bought her from Disney world last year and left the house. 

It was almost Mine o'clock and if her grandparents knew she was leaving out so late, they'd have tanned her hide. But she needed to see him and as soon as her feet hit the concrete, she ran. Then the rain started and she became invincible.

The twists and turns of her neglected neighborhood bore no competition for a sharp, young agile mind. She turned a corner and willed herself not to slip as she fuddled her steps then hopped over a puddle. Stopping on the corner of Green and Halsted, she climbed the steps.

The heavy rain poured down with no remorse. Sharp raindrops bruisef her face and drenched her clothes. Bianca didn't know what she was gonna say to him, she just knew she had to see him. As she climbed the steps, she picked up speed, eager to reach her destination.

All of a sudden the door flung open and there stood a very surprised Lanely. He quickly opened the adjoining screen door and she fell into his arms, weeping.

"Oh Lane!" she cried out.

He closed the screen door and used his left foot to swing around and close the front door.

"Bee, what's happened?" he wildly asked.

Thank goodness his parents were away at relatives for the night. Being an only child came in handy. He ushered her up the stairs to his room and peeled the soaking wet hoodie off. She wouldn't stop crying. The soaked tee clung to her young body. As did her waist length curly hair. She looked so fragile. He shuffled around the room as she stood shivering in his bathroom doorway. After pushing basketball shorts and a short sleeved shirt into her hands, he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door.

His heart beat a mile a minute as he waited for her to step out. He ran a hand threw his short brown hair. Seeing his room in disarray, he quickly tidied up until the bathroom door opened.

She calmly walked out, cradling her old clothes then threw them in his hamper and looked up. Their young eyes met and he froze while she walked over and sat next to him.

"Lane," she started. "I thought I lost you, too."

His hand grasped her face. "Never, Bee! I was gonna come visit tomorrow, I told CoCo to call and give you my new number. I wouldn't, I wouldn't just leave you, Bee," he told her.

Her eyes softened, "You wouldn't?"

"No!"

Pulling her into a hug, he stroked her back and smiled. The rain couldn't wash away that coconut and flowery smell he loved about her. She held him tight.

"You're my bumblebee. And I---I---I," he paused and pulled back. Her deep eyes squinted at him, confused as to what would come next. "I love you."

Her eyes popped. "Love?"

He shrugged a thought away and leaned forward. His brown lips puckered up as he kissed her. Her eyes grew wider and they stilled for a few seconds, her heart shaped lips smushed against his brown ones.The innocence and treasure of their first kiss. He snapped back and tried to gauge her reaction. She just sat there staring through him. Her hands reached up and she ran a hand through his hair.

"I love you too, Lane," she looked over into his eyes. "You're the best friend I've ever had."

She'd deal with the consequences later but for now she just needed comfort. She needed him.

She moved into his bed and beckoned him to cuddle with her. He shut off the lights and climbed in.

"Hold me," her voice quivered.

His arms stilled then he wrapped them around her. He stroked her hand and sung her favorite song as she silently cried herself into the deepest sleep she ever had.

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            (Present)

He couldn't help the way his heart did cartwheels whenever he was around her; the way her hugs sent shivers down his spine and made his face grow red hot. Lanely knew it was deeper than he'd like to admit, it was a crush when they were kids but now, now he knew within his heart it was love.

Looking back to Bianca, he caressed her cheek, "You're always gonna be special to me, love."

"Did you know I was coming?"

He nodded. "CoCo called me. God, I can still hear the screech in her voice."

She laughed and soon enough he joined in. After a few minutes it ceased and they continued to stare at each other.

"The doctor said I can leave whenever," she reminded him.

He stood and grabbed his jacket.

"I'm gonna have a couple more words with him while you get dressed. I'll be waiting outside," he told her.

She watched his lean brown figure leave. After dressing, she couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror. She blanched as her once bubbly eyes looked weak. She straightened out her posture before squinting at herself again. She lost control just for a second and vowed to never let it happen again. Oddly enough, the only person she could think of at that moment was David.

"Fuck!" She scolded herself. She was in deep.

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Her hand made a slithering motion as she let it wave in the wind and the breeze curled through her fingers. The night air felt nice. They gently sped down the street in his sleek Lexus. Lanely made a left on the corner of King Drive.

"You're not taking me, home?" she asked.

"Nope, you need to clear your head."

After a few more minutes they pulled in front of the all too familiar 2 story home.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

She grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

"Definitely. And thanks Lane. I love you," she whispered in his ear.

Grabbing her belongings she eased out of the car and towards the house. He watched her go, his cheek still burned with that kiss.

"She's mine, Crete," Lanely mumbled driving off.

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*Hoped you enjoyed this chapter and that you'll stay tuned to the rest of Bee and David. All comments and feedback are appreciated. I hope to have Chapter 5 out by this time next week-CoCo*



Bee and David Ch. 05



*Hey, everyone. Its FINALLY time for Chapter 5! Sooo sorry it took so long but this is like the longest chapter I've written so far. Its also my first time writing a sex scene so I honestly hope I lived up to your expectations. Ciao, CoCo*

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He pushed her against the wall and held both of her hands up with only one of his. Raising the fitted t-shirt up her body he slid his hands along her tight, smooth flesh. Even in the semi-dark, the contrast in their flesh tones illuminated.

Bianca heaved with temptation as David pushed his rock hard body against hers. He was angry for some reason, his usual grey marbles were pure white; silver twinkles erupted right before he pulled back to slid the now useless piece of clothing off her.

"Gabby," she tried to plead but he silenced her with a rough kiss. His tongue slid between her teeth and she willingly sucked on it. He stole her voice while his pearly whites bit down on those full lips. A triumphant smile took him by surprise as she groaned into his mouth. "The little vixen was enjoying it", David thought. He pulled back, then bit down on her dark bosom and sucked until finally her erect nipple slid into his mouth.

A shiver rolled down her spine as his hot breath, rough touch and need for more of her became evident. With one final tug, half of her heaving bosom popped out of the cotton bra.

He popped the button on her jeans, unzipped, then pulled them down in one swift move. David then, leaned forward and attached his lips to her soft neck. As he devoured her sweet skin, his hand slid down her pants. She whimpered as he toyed with her little button. 

"Ahhh Gabby," she cooed in his ear.

He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her ear, while his middle finger probed her hot cunt. David felt her clitoris stiffen with excitement. He was getting to her.

"Bloody hell, you're tight," he commented while nibbling on her earlobe; he was gonna tease her until she exploded. "And you're so wet, Bee," he menacingly stated. She gasped and David rubbed faster.

"Fuck Gabby!" she wheezed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. She could barely breathe.

"Not yet, darling. Not until you come for me," he growled.

Her breathing became more shallow as a force made her body climb higher and higher. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Her entire body felt hot as she bucked against him. He eased off her clit and heard a series of swears escape her lips. Applying more pressure, he teased her again.

"Are you gonna come for me, Bianca?"

Her eyes shot open and her movement slowed. David's eyes glowed with lust as his finger hit a wall. His mouth drooped into an 'O' as a devilish smile formed.

"You never seem to surprise me, my sweet," he teased her. "Is it mine to break?"

She nodded in a fury, "Yes," squeaked out.

He stretched her lips and rubbed his knuckle up and down her sensitive love button.

"Are you sure?"

She could feel her orgasm nearing, "Yes, Gabby. Fuck! Yes!"

She leaned forward and tried to kiss him.

"No, only good girls get to kiss," he chastised. "Will you be a good girl from now on, Bee?"

"Yes," she submitted, effortlessly.

David smiled into her neck. His tongue tickled her spot and with no warning, he bit down.

"Ahhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm spilled into his hand. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten as they squeezed his finger upon her release. He held onto her waist as her body weakened from the intensity of the orgasm. She tried to lean into him but he pulled away.

His finger slipped out of her warm hole and he let her delicate wrists go; she fell to the ground.

Bianca tried to catch her breath, "Gabby?" She mumbled like a zombie, then looked up.

He stared ahead as a mist engulfed the room. Bianca cried out his name again but he just seemed to ignore her. 

The sweet smell of her love dangled from his hand. She tried to stand but her legs were like noodles, "Gabby, please," she cried out. "Answer me!"

She crawled towards him and to her surprise he slowly backed away. The mist was taking him. Changing him. His alabaster skin glowed brighter as the silver in his hair turned white.

"No! Don't go!" she screamed. Tears tainted her sweaty cheeks.

He looked down at her and a smile so evil it made her shiver spread across his face. His eyes turned a menacing shade of blue and flickered like burning coals. It wasn't David. The figure dropped to his knees and peered through her as if she was a wounded animal.

Those eyes. It was him.

"You!" she hoarsely accused. The changed figure flipped her on her back and straddled her waist. His heavy weight bore down on her fragile figure.

"Get off!" she yelled at him. He held her down with ease and unzipped his pants.

At that moment she felt so weak and vulnerable. His hypnotic eyes willed her not to move as he eased his pants down and then, parted her thighs. Bianca felt him line his mandhood up to her opening, and with sheer willpower she broke their gaze and looked down.

Fear encased her big brown eyes as the thickness of his cock made her involuntarily wince. His purple mushroom tip stretched so far over her lips, she was sure he wouldn't fit. He was a solid 8 inches long but as thick as a coke can. She tried to close her legs but the figure grabbed her by the throat and lifted her upper body from the floor. With his other hand wrapped around her waist, he brought her face to him. Those eyes held her in place long enough for the strange figure to position her over his furiously throbbing cock. Bianca could see the trace of an evil smirk appear upon those blood orange lips before he parted them and damned her.

'You're mine," he maliciously taunted before impaling her delicate, sensitive body on his rod.

She screamed at the top of her lungs as an unbearable pain ripped through her body. His arrogant, despicable smirk and bone chilling, icy blue eyes were the last things she remembered seeing before being shattered into a million pieces. 

Her mind went blank as she felt mind numbing pain and then nothing. Her body was trapped in a prison. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself falling from some great height. A streak of thunder ripped through the night sky as she was helpless to fight her demise. She felt her emotions leave her as her body landed with a heavy thud and her eyes closed.

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Bianca shot upright and clutched her chest. The sheets were drenched in her sweat and she felt tears prick the inside of her eyes.

"What...the...hell?!" she mumbled, wiping the tears away.

It was the most intense, lucid dream she ever had. Everything felt so real. Her neck still burned with what felt like David's kisses. Her mind raced to find an explanation as details of the dream slowly disappeared. She couldn't forget the look of those horrible blue eyes compelling her. She had seen them somewhere before. But where?

She looked over at the figure next to her, his sleeping disposition gave her strength. Bianca reached out and rubbed his arm. She turned around and looked out the window. The sun was getting ready to rise and she knew. Somehow, she knew that David would come looking for her soon. And she would be ready.

"I just hope you're ready too," she whispered climbing back under the covers. She cuddled up next to her bedmate as sleep slowly claimed her.

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***Sunday Morning***

"Be sensible about this."

"Sensible? I made myself perfectly clear. I'm going," David slipped into his favorite car: a copper Aston Martin Vanquish. It was one of those cars you're afraid to breathe on unless you're rich enough to own two. Right up his alley.

"You're being abrasive," Marc warned.

"You've known me for thirty years. Why do you sound so surprised?" David turned the key in the ignition.

"At least let me or Hans go with you," Marc tried to reason.

"No," David rolled the tinted window up. He sharply backed out, turned and raced down the driveway and out of the estate.

Who did she think she was, keeping him waiting? He was a patient man but she was really trying it. First, she ignored him for weeks, then when they finally got a chance to see each other, he had to drag a date out of her. Now, she wouldn't pick up her phone.

He pulled onto the expressway and sunk back onto the high standard leather.

"I won't take 'no' for an answer."

He waited for the launch control message to appear in the trip computer, released the brake pedal and then let the Vanquish do its thing. Yes, this was indeed his favorite toy.

He turned onto the 57A exit and slowed his pace.

Lost in the prospect of seeing his beauty, he never noticed the changing neighborhoods. The rich, affluent community he was used to quickly faded as he rolled into an impoverished area. 

Desolate businesses, abandoned houses and gangs standing on the street corner. He began to wonder how someone as straight laced and delicate as his bumblebee could've survived this; he passed a few more houses before the GPS advised him to turn down a block. Unlike the other parts of the neighborhood it was more sustainable and recognizably more lively.

He pulled up in front of a house and saw her sitting on the steps of the front porch. A little boy sat in between her legs as she tickled him.

      *********************************

"Ew momma Bee," the hazel eyed boy laughed.

She planted kisses on his temple and laughed along with him until a warmness flooded her cheeks. Her breathing slowed. Heart raced. She looked up, and like clockwork there he was. If her skin wasn't so dark she would've turned crimson.

"What's wrong, momma Bee?" Looking down she saw a confused look on his face.

"Nothing, baby."

"Who's that?" he pointed to David.

Bianca looked back up to an expectant David. She never got tired of seeing his professional attire in less than professional times. Her eyes trailed down to creased black slacks that hugged yet hid his bulge and black loafers. He leaned against the Aston Martin, his forefinger grazed that bottom lip. His eyes were soft. Waiting.

"You wanna meet him?"

The little boy hesitated then saw her smile. He smiled back and nodded. They got up and descended the stairs.

      **********************************

She approached him. His lovely Bee. Her flowing curls were still gone. She looked so domestic as her neatly braided hair swung with each step. She was wearing those jeans again. The curve of her hips as she switched towards him caused a little gasp to escape.

Her soft 'Columbia College' sweatshirt matched his cloudy eyes as she and the carmel skinned little boy who clung to her leg stopped about 5 feet away. 

He took one step and filled the space.

They stared. Dark eyes to thin lips. Grey eyes to dark skin.

"Morning Gabby," she spoke first.

"Bee." He looked down at the kid. Then back to Bianca. They both squinted at David.

"I got your messages its just, I wasn't sure..." she trailed on. Words were again failing her.

"About what, love?" He asked.

"Us. But, I am now."

"Are you?"

She nodded. "Yes," the 3 letter word came out as an accepting whisper.

His heart jumped. Was she saying what he thought she was? Moving to the side, she reached for the little boy and picked him up. His light brown arms draped over her shoulders as his legs dangled around her waist. Those big hazel eyes seemed so familiar.

She looked at him, "David, this is my Ramsey."

Turning back to the little boy, "Rams, this is David. He's a very special friend of mine."

Leaning down, he gave the little guy a big smile and reached out his hand. "Hi, there."

Little Ramsey turned and groaned into Bianca's neck.

She chuckled, "Rams," then kissed his cheek.

A few seconds later he turned back to David and shook his hand with a grip. "Hi."

David couldn't help but chuckle, too. Ramsey pulled back and resumed his placed wrapped around Bianca's neck.

She dropped that smiled. Oh how he missed her smile. "He's really overprotective," she admitted.

"You don't say?"

"Yeah, kinda reminds me of another overbearing man in my life," she cocked her head to the side in a teasing style.

He blushed and ran a hand through his newly dyed jet black hair, "Imagine that."

They stared again when words became too much to bear. He found himself nervous. No woman had ever made him, David Gabriel Crete, nervous. What was this buxom beauty doing to him?

She placed the little boy on his feet, "Go on in."

Again, little Ramsey hesitated. He looked up at David then grabbed Bianca's hand.

"I'll be right there in a few, Rams. I promise," she told him. He squinted then reluctantly turned around and ran back to the house.

Turning to David, she raised her hand and caressed the deep cleft in his chin. His hidden canyon. He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips then kissed the tips of her fingers until a slow shock melted her.

"How'd you find me Gabby? How do you keep finding me?"

He gave her a curious look, "I'm filthy rich, Bianca. I can get whatever I want."

She snatched her hand back. "And what do you want?" she glared at him.

He leaned back against the car. Studying her again. She was an intriguing woman. Intriguing and trying.

"Please, be honest with me! That's the only way this thing is gonna work."

"What thing?" He teased her.

"US!" She all but screamed at him.

"And what about us?" He rose, leaned forward and stroked her back. Bianca looked up and her eyes scanned his. How did she end up in his arms? She shook her head and realized she was in way too deep to go back. She wouldn't have wanted to anyway.

"I felt it too, you know? I swear I felt my heart skip."

He glowed at her confession, "What are you saying?" David asked with the outline of a smile on his lips.

She pushed him away and spoke: "Nothing will be the same after today. You know that right?" she said through closed eyes.

He took a step forward. Reaching up to grasp her chin, he whispered: "I'm counting on it, sweetheart."

Her eyes swung open. Tipping her head to meet his gaze, those powerful orbs locked her into place. 

Her breathing slowed again and she gulped. Bianca bit down on her lip and and held her breath. Breathing out an air of clarity, she looked back up to him.

"David, I'm not who you think I am. I've got some issues and I'm still working through them. It wouldn't be fair to bring you into my messy life."

"But, I'm already there, my sweet!" He exclaimed at her latest attempt to get him to give up on them. He'd never give up on her or the love they shared. "You can't get rid of me that easily. And you should stop trying."

"Don't tell me what to do, Crete."

David bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a chuckle. She was so stubborn. "And if I don't, will you run again, Bianca?"

She squinted at him for the second time that day, then raised a hand and let it rest on her hip. Her methods of intimidation were wearing thin and so she tried to compromise. "I promise to stop running if you promise to stop being so overprotective."

"I'll try," he attempted to reach an agreement.

She crinkled her nose, "Why ARE you so overprotective, Gabby?"

He sighed and those smoky, slate colored eyed focused intently on her. "It's in my nature, sweetheart. I don't ever want another man to look at you the way I do." He scanned her. "I mean, my goodness look at you, Bee!"

Their eyes read each other, then Bianca placed her arms around her body in a self-concious hug. David stepped up and replaced them with his own. He knew then that he'd have to tell her she was beautiful a million times a day for her to finally see it. And he would enjoy every second of it.

"You're stunning and oh so sharp witted. A woman as enchanting as you deserves the world," he said while stroking her chin. His touch made her feel so safe. So warm and light.

She smiled again and he melted, "I just want you, Gabby," her tone was almost pleading, "We don't need the title because you know, I just want you."

And there it was, her proclamation of love. David never knew he could feel so complete. At that moment, he would have given up everything he had if he could see her smile every day for the rest of his life. "Wouldn't mind the title though, dear."

She studied his steady gaze and the way his eyes surveyed her every breath with silent bliss.

"Okay," she said as a grip of control left her. "But we've gotta come clean with each other. No secrets and no lies."

He nodded and thought for a second, "Speaking of lies, I lied about being from Newport."

Bianca laughed. "I know. I googled you."

"Bhahaha, why? Don't trust me?" He gave her an innocent look.

"I do but it sounds crazy seeing as how we barely know each other."

He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him, "And yet you made me jump through hoops just to see you."

She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Standing on her toes, she looked him in the eye, "I told you from the beginning I don't scare easily."

Her simple statement came off as more of a threat. But then, she smiled and David's mind went to mush.

She stepped back and got another look at him, "You're gonna be my downfall," she thought.

Ramsey ran back out and she picked him up. Bianca grabbed David's hand and his skin tingled as it reunited with her touch. That heated calming feeling she gave him was missed. She was missed. It was then that David knew. He truly knew that he was in love with her. Loved her, fully and unconditionally. And he was never letting her go. As if he could.

They walked up the brick steps and stepped through an iron screen door, then Bianca pushed at the oak front door and it creaked open. She squeezed his hand as they walked into the living room. His sense's were intensified as he smelled the theraputic aroma of lavender and heard the smooth relaxing music of jazz. They stopped in the entryway. A man sat reading the newspaper in a sturdy dark chair, moving his head to the beat of the music. Bianca walked over to the old record player and turned it down.

"Papa?" she spoke softly, shifting Ramsey to her hip. The figure lowered the paper. The first thing David noticed were his dark burnished eyes. They squinted at the tall, heavily built, white man standing in his living room.

He looked from him to Bianca.

"Papa, there's someone I want you to meet."

He rose and walked to her. She ushered David over while Ramsey shifted in her arms.

"I'm gonna put you down, baby," she sat him on his feet and he took off running towards the kitchen.

David studied the older gentleman. He proudly stood toe to toe with him. Six foot two, with a broad build and a strong jaw line. His head was filled with strands so silver they looked etheral. Bianca looked at him admiringly as she stood between them, "David, this is my grandpa, Bill."

David reached out his hand.

"Papa, this is David."

Her grandfather reached to shake David's.

"..my boyfriend," she elaborated.

David felt the elder's grip tighten before willingly withdrawing.

"Boyfriend?" his abysmal voice radiated.

"Boyfriend!" A high pitch squeal rang from far in the house. Within seconds, her grandmother was smiling before them. An endearing thick and green sweater dress hugged her while thick coiled hair bounced with each step. If that was gonna be his sweet Bee in 30+ years, he was gonna be a lucky man. The petite yet shapely cocoa colored woman excitedly gave them a smile.

"Did you say 'boyfriend', honey?" her soft high pitched voice asked. Bianca nodded with a smile. The biggest smile they'd ever seen.

"Yes, nana. This is David."

David looked from her to them.

"David, this is my Nana, Betti."




Bee and David Ch. 05



Mustering up the biggest smile he could, he reached for her grandmother's hand. The older woman gave him a puzzled look.

"Oh no, baby. This is a hugging family."

She stepped forward and hugged him. Surprised but amused he hugged her back. Resuming his place next to his Bee, they all stared. Bianca cleared her throat, "I invited David to dinner."

"Well, good. Come and have a seat, young man," her grandma offered.

Ramsey ran back in and climbed onto Bianca's lap as they sat. He stared at David through thin eyes before Bianca whispered something in his hear. The elder couple sat adjacent to the younger one.

"So," her grandfather wrapped an arm around Betti. "When did this happen?"

Bianca looked over at David and her eyes danced. He made her heart leap and every part of her sizzled in his presence. "Maybe a month ago. We just--," she smiled again and reached for his hand. "..clicked."

Bianca looked back over to them. Her grandpa's stern eyes read David, while her grandmother smiled warmly at the two.

"David," he spoke again. "Its nice to meet you, son. Bee's never brought a boy home so we're kinda surprised."

"Oh Bill. Don't be so overdramatic," her grandma laughed then turned to the two. "Bee, are you happy sweetie?"

She squeezed David's hand. "The happiest."

"Well then, I'm sure your papa agrees with me when I say that's all that matters."

They all turned to grandpa Bill. He squinted those dark eyes at David, an obvious family trait, then he looked to Bee and his gaze softened.

"If you're really sure its what you want...you've got my blessing," he told them.

Her smile widened and a glow eminated from every pore, "I do, Papa."

Looking back to David, the old timer let a tight smile show. "Then congrats, sweetness."

She looked to David and a radiance he never thought could come from a woman blossomed. She looked surreal, the picture of perfection. David was left stunned by her sudden confessions of the heart. And to think, an hour ago he was furious at her. All of that instantly vanished and was replaced instead by sheer and utter love. He loved her and now by introducing him to her family, she was opening up her heart to love him. They still had a long way to go but it was a start.

The doorbell rang.

"I should finish cleaning," her grandma hopped up.

"I'll get that," Grandpa Bill rose.

"Mi casa es su casa, David," her grandma called over her shoulder. The spontaniety of the little old woman was treasurable.

"Rams, can you go grab my phone, its upstairs?" Bianca requested. He hesitated then climbed off her lap and ran.

David chuckled then looked back to her. "Boyfriend, huh?"

She squinted, "Yeah, boyfriend. You gotta problem with that, Crete?"

He turned red again, "No arguments here, darling. I just have a few questions."

Her eyes got bigger but she nodded. He looked her in the eyes, "I'll be frank. I'm in love with you, Bianca. Are you in love with me, too?"

She took her time and finally the words rolled off her tongue, "I can't, Gabby. I can't say those words so soon. But something did happened that morning I saw your face after clubbing. You were--."

She moved closer, signaling her comfort in his presence. "You were so handsome. And not just physically, I mean I saw your, your spirit. You looked so strong and, and brave and protective. I just, I knew that you were what I've been waiting for."

"And what have you been waiting for, my dear?"

"For you, Gabby. I guess for you to chase me. You tried and I gave you the hardest time."

"You were just being you," he gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"And that's the problem! The real Bianca isn't nearly as perfect as you think she is. She's messy. And--and thinks too much about everything. She snores and forgets to set her alarm making her late for virtually every deadline. She hogs the covers and laughs with her mouth open if something is just unbearably funny," Her usual easy-going voice cracked.

"Bee--."

"Remember, I told you my ma died when I was 12?"

He nodded, carefully.

"It frightened me!" She was on the verge of tears. "I lost my world. Myself. My moth-."

She stopped and dropped her face into her hands. "I'm f-fine," she shook when his tender hands comforted her. She hated being so emotional. So weak and vulnerable. Wiping away a few tears she looked back to him. She couldn't tell him everything at once, he'd never look at her the same way again. Would never love her again. He almost pulled her onto his lap when he saw her eyes scan his.

"I'm far from perfect and I don't ever want you to look at me and see that. I'm gonna make mistakes, do stupid things and try you in ways you're not accustomed to. Are you really ready for that?"

He continued to stare at her. His tainted beauty. "I'm ready for you," he finally spoke.

She gave him an amused look, then laughed. "Are you now?"

"Very."

"Even with my truckload of craziness, love handles and rebellion?"

"Its what makes you, well you."

She raised an eyebrow, "And how exactly AM I, Gabby?"

"Well, perfect. It's obvious that you overcame soul wretching, emotional obstacles and became the best at everything that came your way. It's also obvious that part of you is still a broken-hearted mumless little girl."

She exhaled not even realizing she was holding her breath. That grin was back on his lips. "Took a couple pysch courses at Harvard."

"Of course you did," she shook her head. "Mr.Perfect."

"I am aren't I, Mrs.Perfect?"

A look of shock ran across her face and she looked down. Her cheeks burned and she felt David chuckle.

"God, I love to leave you speechless. You're so innocent, my sweet."

She shrugged but pulled it off with a girlish laugh. Reaching up, Bianca ran her lovely dark hands through his now pitch black hair.

"Why'd you dye your hair?" She asked.

He shrugged, "After seeing you yesterday, I realized I needed a change."

She grinned, "You too?"

They exchanged smiles before a silence settled.

"You had me worried, I thought I almost lost you but then you take this giant leap and--. Again, you befuddle me."

"You unleash this hidden force in me, Gabby. I'm not usually boy crazy."

"Of course you're not. Because I'm not a boy, Bianca." She nodded and raised their meshed hands to her face. His intoxicating smoky smell hypnotized her before she kissed them.

"You're mine, Crete," she proclaimed through glossy eyes. She was back. He pulled her into his strong arms and placed a tender kiss on those perfect pink lips.

"Now and forever, Ms. Wilson. Do with me what you must."

She giggled, "Oh the things I plan on doing to you."

His eyes twinkle but he feigned innocence. "You she-devil!"

She pulled him into another kiss, this one deeper. He loved the feel of her luscious lips as he slipped his tongue past them and heard her groan. Someone roughly cleared their throat, halting the couple's embrace. They looked towards the source.

"Bry!" She squealed, jumping up and running towards the dark figure. He picked her up and swung her around.

"Missed you, little sis!" He kissed her forehead.

David rose and walked towards them. The figure eyed him suspiciously.

"And who's the white guy playing kissy face with you?"

Bianca elbowed him in the ribcage. "Don't be a jerk, Brian," she glared. "This is my boyfriend, David."

Brian's eyes popped, "Boyfriend?"

Bianca ignored the reaction as David reached out his hand. "David Crete."

Brian reluctantly shook it. "Brian Wilson, the big brother."

Pulling back, David got the chance to study him. The similarities were astounding. Both Brian and Bee shared the same dark skin, almond eyes and wide smile. And while his sweet was only 5'2, her big brother hovered over her at 5'11. Brian placed a protective arm around her.

"How old are you, David?"

"Don't be rude, Bry!" She chastised.

"I'm just trying to be friendly," he challenged.

David pulled Bianca to him. "Its fine, darling. He's just following the big brother code."

The two men stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Right, and I wouldn't be a good brother if I didn't ask you to excuse us. I'd like to talk to Mr. Cream?"

"Crete," David corrected him.

"Crete," Brian squinted at the interracial couple.

"Don't let him intimidate you," she whispered in his ear.

"Will you bring us back something to drink?" Brian asked.

"Do I look like Florence from the Jeffersons?" She glared at him.

David laughed at their sibling rivalry.

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They stared not saying a word for a few minutes. Grandpa Bill joined them, as he had a few questions of his own.

"How did you and my sister meet?"

"What are your expectations with my little girl?"

"What do you do?"

"How long have you two known each other?"

The questions kept coming from both sides. They halted after a few seconds but David sat unscathed.

"Bianca and I met at her place of employment. I'm a legal consultant and an avid businessman. I just want her and while we've only know each other for a little over a month its felt like forever, gentlemen."

They sat back. Brian looked at his grandfather.

"Leave it to Bee to choose a guy with a backbone. Classic."

The older man looked at David once more. "As long as your intentions are true, we have no reason to mistrust you, son."

"They are, sir," he honestly admitted. "I'm in love with Bianca and I'll spend the rest of my life proving it."

They both nodded.

"Its not you we're worried about, David. Bee's such a fragile girl. But there's a side to her she's always tried to contain," Brian said.

"Its something about the Wilson women," Bill elaborated. "They're born with a wild gene. Wild and beautiful. I'm sure you've already realized it seeing as how you fell in love with Bee when you first met her."

David raised an eyebrow, "How'd you--?"

"You look at her the same way I look at Betti. The same thing happened to me when I met her grandma," the old timer laughed and thought, "She had this glow about her."

David felt much more sane. Knowing that his sudden love and obsession for her was one that happened once before.

"You ain't the first guy to fall for my little sis. She's had every dude in the neighborhood trailing behind her since she was old enough to talk. She's a people person. And people, especially men, love her. So um, you might wanna watch out for that," Brian advised.

Bianca walked back in, "Are you guys done interrogating him?"

She looked to her grandpa. "Nana needs you in the kitchen, Papa. Its almost 5 and she said everyone's gonna be here in a bit."

Both he and Brian rose to leave.

"I invited Darryl and I'd appreciate it if you could get along for one day," Brian asked her.

She bolted up and grabbed his arm. Waiting on their grandfather to leave, she spoke in a rage. "Damn, Bry! Why the hell would you invited that bastard?" She said through clenched teeth.

Both men looked at her in surprise.

"Bee, he's my best friend. Why do you hate him so much?"

She rolled her eyes. "He's evil."

"You need to stop being so overdramatic. Dave, can you give a brother a hand? Things can get really ugly between 'em."

David pulled Bianca onto his lap, "No worries."

Brian gave him a nod, "My man," then left the living room.

"You're entirely too delicate to be so angry," he planted soft kisses all over her hot face. 

She soon succumbed to his charm and laughed, "I'm glad your stalking tendencies led you here. And...I'm sorry." 

"Sorry for what, doll?"

"For pushing you away. This dating thing, its not something I'm familar with but--I'm trying, Gabby."

"I know," he grabbed her face. "And that's all I could hope for."

Suddenly Ramsey ran back in, "My mommy's here, Bee!" He yelled, then ran back out.

"So, this dinner is more of a pre-birthday party," she warned him.

"Ahhh my beauty, you do turn twenty-three in three days."

They walked hand in hand out of the living room.

"Yeah and my aunts, uncles and little cousins are all visiting so if you're any good at charming them like you have my friends and grandparents, this will be a breeze."

"Anything to make you happy, my honeybee," he told her.

"You're sooo easy to please."

He chuckled then pulled her body to his. A shiver rolled between them as he pressed his muscled figure against her curvy one. A lone finger traced a trail around her plump lips then tipped her chin up. She saw a lustful look practically devour her body.

"Not in the least. I think that you'll find I'm a very hard to please lover," he teased barely kissing the side of her cheek. The subtle move caused her to shiver at his touch.

Her angelic face gapped at him, "I-I didn't mean-."

He leaned down, "I know what you meant my sweet. I just can't resist teasing you."

Her legs weakened and she whispered a groan. He was making it harder and harder to resist the urge that boiled in her loins. Regaining her composure, she cocked her head to one side. 

"Tease me, will you?" She broke out into that smile he couldn't get enough of, "Game on."

David gulped, "What do you have up your sleeve?"

She led them to the front and left his question hanging in the air. Letting his hand go, she hugged CoCo and then Lanely. He held onto her for a few seconds too long. David cleared his throat and Lanely shot him a look. Bianca was oblivious to their tension.

"You guys remember David," she looked to him.

"Of course!" CoCo yipped giving him a one armed hug.

David stuck out his hand for Lanely to shake. He gripped it.

"Crete, kinda surprised to see you again."

David shook back before dropping his hand and pulling Bianca into him by the waist. "Lanely, you're gonna be seeing a lot of me."

Both CoCo and Lanely gave them a peculiar look.

"David just met my Nana and Papa...as my boyfriend," Bianca smiled at the last few words.

CoCo squealed and Lanely's mouth dropped.

"Boyfriend?!" They both shouted.

Bianca nodded as CoCo hugged them both. Lanely loosened the tie on his dark Armani suit and cleared his throat.

"Bee, can I talk to you alone for a minute?"

He stepped forward when suddenly David stepped in front of her. "Is there a problem, mate?"

"Yeah, Crete. You!" He pointed a finger in his face. The two men glared at each other. Fists and jaws clenched.

"Hey!" She yelled, getting in between them. "What's wrong, Lane?"

He looked down at Bianca, her expression was one of confusion. Big brown eyes stared up at him like a lost puppy. "I just wanna talk to you without the Brit," his own eyes pleaded with her.

She sighed then turned to David, "Give us a few minutes, Gabby. I won't be long." His eyes turned from a savage steel to a warm grey as she stroked his cleft chin.

"I'll be waiting."

He kissed her and let a little tongue slip much to Lanely's disapproval. Bianca turned to him after David and CoCo left. "Lane--."

"No, Bee. Why now, why him?"

"What are you talking about, Lanely?" She shook her head in confusion and those single braids moved with her. After all these years she was still oblivious to his love for her.

"Nothing, I should go," he turned to leave. 

"Lanely Miguel Cortez! Stop!" She called after him; he turned back to face her.

"Talk to me," she encouraged. Bianca reached up and ran her hands through his hair, then pulled him into a hug. The irony of the situation seemed laugable. She held him the same way he held her less than 24 hours ago.

"I'm not so sure about this guy, babydoll."

His eyes glazed over as he was caught in her trademark compelling gaze. Lanely's heart fluttered a bit.

"I know. But hey you've never liked anyone who got too close to me."

He looked deeply at her. She was no longer that little girl he fell in love with as a kid. She was a woman. A beautiful, head strong, confident woman and he had let another man take his place. He should be with her. She should've been his. He knew it.

"Do you love him?" He finally asked.

She stared into her best friend's eyes. "Lane. I don't know. Maybe."

His heart hurt but he wasn't giving her up without a fight. "I meant every word that night at Sinister. You mean the world to me and I just wanna see you happy."

She rubbed his shoulders, "I am, Lane. But I'd be even happier if I knew I had your support in this," she poked out her bottom lip.

He sighed. The biggest sigh she'd ever heard. "I'm always gonna be there for you, Bianca. You're my bumblebee."

She smiled and made his heart melt. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her. The warmth of her body caused a shudder to run through him. He caressed her back and hummed as they softly rocked.

"You're the best friend ever," she told him.

"Yeah...." he sighed again. "..best friend ever."

     ********************************

Her birthday dinner got off to a great start. After her immediate family and neighbors arrived, she introduced David. The reactions were pretty much the same: shock. Not because of the color of his soon but moreso because of the effect he had on her. They made little romantic gestures and even shared a kiss. Unbeknownst to Bianca, they were the talk of the house. Everyone wondered who this dashingly handsome man who seemed to have swooped their Bee off her feet was.

Her female relatives couldn't keep their eyes off him. And for once Bianca was okay with it. He was hers after all. Part of her laughed at how much she hated labels but at that moment calling him hers felt so right. They all sat in the living room, eating her Nana's homecooked food and talking.

"I'm telling you, they're going to win the superbowl this year!" David tried to convince the group of men sitting around them.

"Ohhh naw, Dave, Baltimore? Really?" A male cousin groaned.

He was more interested in American sports than she thought. Being more of a basketball fan, she made her exit but he stopped her.

"Where are you going, beautiful?" He asked grabbing her hand. He ran his thumb across her knuckles.

"I'm gonna get something to drink."

He smirked, "Do hurry back, my love."

She blushed then got up to walk into the kitchen. He was making her blush more and more and Bianca just couldn't figure out why. She laughed at herself while loading the dishwasher when suddenly the back door swung open.

She jumped then shook her head, "Where have you been?"

The girl jumped as well, "Damn Bee, you scared me."

"Where have you been, Brianna?" Bianca repeated.

Her younger sister removed the fleece hoodie and walked over to her. She was a a little taller than Bianca with caramel skin and thin, dark eyes, her light brown highlighted hair stopped just below her ears. The petite, lean figure running track and field gave her was always envied by her big sister. It seemed like no matter how hard she trained her body, Bianca could and would never be as slim as the other female members of her family. Usually she'd be jealous or depressed just thinking about it but lately the more she saw David the less she worried.

"Its nice to see you too," Bri hugged her.

Bianca returned the hug then pulled back and squinted at her.

"I went to a movie with CJ, okay?"

"Since when have you and CJ been hanging out?" Bianca questioned making her a plate of food.

"Since last week. He found me on facebook."

"Okay, be careful. Facebook can be pretty ugly," she warned.

"I'm seventeen, I can take care of myself, Bianca," Bri retorted digging into the fresh plate of food.

*Silence*

After a minute, she looked up and was caught in her big sister's commanding gaze. Bianca cracked her neck in an authoritative way. Her jaw clenched as she cocked her head to the side. She was clearly pissed over the smart comment.

"I understand that, Bri. I'm not trying to tell you what to do," she thinned her lips before speaking next. "Do you guys like each other?"




Bee and David Ch. 05



Brianna groaned. "Ugh! Beeeee!"

"I'm just asking."

Seeing that she wasn't gonna let up, Bri told her to take a seat and the two talked.

Brianna confessed to liking CJ but she was really head over heels in love with another guy, one she wouldn't tell Bianca about.

"Okay, just be safe. Protect yourself," Bianca advised.

"And what about you? Nana sent me a text earlier and said your new man was FINNNEEEEEE!"

They both erupted in laughter.

"Who taught granny how to text?" Bianca asked between their laughter.

"OMG, she accidentally sexted me yesterday. I think her and Papa were trying to make sure no one was home when they were gonna do it."

"Ewww!" They laughed just as David walked in.

They both looked up at the same time and Brianna's mouth dropped. He was gorgeous and so big, for a white guy that was. And the way his face lit up when he saw her big sister was the epitome of love.

"Hey love," Bianca greeted him as he walked over.

He was much taller now that he was mere feet from the two. He leaned down and gave Bee a soft kiss on her forehead. She could feel the warmness spread across her cheek for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

"Bri, this is David," Bianca introduced the two.

She shook his hand.

"Ello," he smiled.

His accent made her blush as well. And since she was the same complexion as their late mother, it didn't go unnoticed as Bianca and David chuckled.

"Your grandparents are looking for you," He told Bianca. "Something about speaking a piece."

She thought they forgot about the simple tradition that occurred on birthdays.

"Ugh!" She heard her Nana call her name again. "Promise you'll still love me after this?"

David laughed at her theatrics, "Always."

They left the kitchen and walked into the living room where everyone sat waiting. David took a seat next to CoCo. Bianca stood next to the mantel. Her shoulders were straight, eyes impassive and stance cold. Speaking in front of people always made her nervous, and now that David was there her stomach did backflips. But still she continued with tradition.

"Thanks for coming out everyone. This birthday just wouldn't be the same without you all," she glanced over at her grandma with a pleading look. The older lady made a stern face and Bianca knew she'd have to continue.

"As expected, I'm gonna recite a piece just for you all. I wrote it when I was going through a pretty hard time."

She looked over at David. He sat snuggly between CoCo and her grandmother. A few seats down, Lanely sat next to Brian, Maddie, and Kari. Lanely had an expression on his face that she just couldn't place. She caught his eye and smiled. He returned it with a dashing smile of his own. She saw his usual smooth brown eyes light up and a faint twinkle explode. It made her relax a little and soon she decided to make him her focal point. Bianca cleared her throat and began.

"The world loves a lonely girl, like a tiger loves solidarity. The beating of her desperate heart fuels its land. Her inability to find solace makes it smile. Her frown, is its victory. And still.." this time she looked to David and her cold stance instantly warmed.

"...She lives. Like a dove who's wings have been clipped, she trudges on. Maybe she's gone insane from loneliness. Or maybe she sees something the world doesn't. A face deep in the sky. A shiver whenever the sun rises, bringing light to her dark world," Bianca paused, then looked down at her feet. After what felt like an eternity, she looked up and Davids' were the first eyes she saw. Something in her softly floated towards the heavens.

"She's never known love but KNOWS its out there. Patiently awaiting her arrival. And she stands, patiently awaiting it's arrival," she finished with a smile. Her chin tilted up in an act of pride.

The room erupted in applause but before she could take a step further a group of toddlers rushed to the front and reached for her.

'Bee! Bee! Hey, Bee!" They yelled reaching up.

She dropped to her knees and gave the ones closest to her a hug.

"Bee, look my toof came out," a beige colored, honey haired little boy told her as he pushed his way to the front.

"It did? Oh you're getting so big Jacomie!" She gave him a hug and a peck on the forehead.

A streak of scarlet ran across his face as he blushed and let out a goofy giggle. He turned to the group and they all ran out of the living room.

David chuckled to himself. No man was safe from his dear. He looked over at Lanely and his face dropped. The way he was looking at Bianca made his blood boil. He had that look. The same look David was sure he had on his face the moment he met his lovely Bee.

Lanely got up and walked over to her. He gave her a hug and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle. David got up too.

He could feel a vibe emanating from them that said their relationship was on a more than friends level. He trusted Bee, but not Lanely.

"Wonderful piece, darling," David said interrupting their conversation. He put his arm around her in a cocky "she's mine" way.

"Thanks, Gabby," she leaned into him and felt her entire body relax as his man-made aroma lulled her senses. 'Goddness, he's a nice smelling man,' she thought.

Lanely gave David a smirk, "It was wasn't it, Crete? My Bee's soo talented."

'Your Bee?!!' David thought.

"Oh whatever Lane," she gave him a playful push. "You're so used to my boring metaphors."

Lanely grabbed her hand and pulled her out of David's reach. "Pero mi amor, yo nunca puede ser aburrido de ti," he growled at her. (But honey, I can never be bored with you.)

Bianca's eyes widened, "Blow me, Casanova," she shunned his advances with a grin and walked away.

David snorted.

"Something funny, Crete?" Lanely asked, his face twisted in a glare.

"Yeah. You are mate," David's demeanor turned serious. 

Lanely stepped closer and held his hands tightly at his side, "I'm only gonna say this once, gringo. Bianca's mine, she has been for a long time. So back off."

"Not blooming likely," David countered.

The two stood glaring for a while before a sharp pinch on their forearms made them wince. It was CoCo. Those big hazel eyes glared at them before she placed a hand on her hip.

"Stop the pissing contest before Bee sees," she warned them. "Besides, someone else just stole her heart."

They all turned around and saw. Ramsey jump into her arms with a silver box and screamed: "Happy Birthday, momma Bee!"

The look on her face was enough to warm both David and Lanely. They saw the makings of her perfect smile. First her eyes lit up and her cheeks rose, then a smile as grand as the sun peeked out and spread like melted butter across her face. That cute button nose wiggled with delight and David was sure he'd never seen such a wonderful sight.

"Oh baby boy!" she opened the box and her eyes popped. Inside was a shiny, gold locket, she opened it and her heart dropped. There was a picture of Bianca and Ramsey at the carnival that past summer and an older picture of her and her mom at one of her recitals. Her hand flew to her mouth. "Its beautiful, babe. I l-love it," her voice cracked.

Ramsey threw his arms around her shoulders and told her: "I love you momma!"

She could barely speak but still wanted him to know how much he meant. Bianca stood with Ramsey and softly swung him from side to side. "I love you, too!" She whispered in his ear.

They all smiled. "You'd think he was hers," CoCo commented.

David turned to her, "He isn't?"

"No," CoCo laughed, long eyelashes curled over her hazel eyes. "Ramsey's MY son. Bee's just his godmom."

"Oh," David said with an air of release.

CoCo walked away tugging Lanely behind her as David stood mesmerized. He was almost relieved to hear that she wasn't a mom, yet. "Our children will be beautiful," he mumbled with a ghostly smile.

'Wait, what?!' He thought. 'Did I really just say that? 'Bloody hell, Bee! What are you doing to me?'

He ran a hand through his hair and brushed off the rushed feelings he harbored. Sure he felt something deeply for her, but everything was happening so fast. His mouth dropped right when he realized something. He'd damn near stalked her! Any other woman would've already put out a restraining order if he'd shown up at their apartment unannounced and then again at their place of entertainment. The control was his only means of protection, but she was too independent and free spirited to be contained. All of these thoughts ran at lightening speed through his head.

Bee looked over and raised Ramsey's hand to give David a little wave. The kid smiled politely then turned to rest his head in the crook of her neck. He waved back then swallowed hard when another realization popped into his brain.

The secrets! They had said no secrets and no lies but a few plans he had set in motion to bring them closer were already sent out. "Blimey, Crete. You're in deep," he confessed to himself. Then a smirk started and he nodded to himself. "One little secret won't hurt."

He walked over just as Bee rocked Ramsey. "Look at what my little bit got me," she told David.

He took a closer look at the locket, "It's dearly!" He exclaimed. 

She beamed, "Best birthday gift I ever had."

They stood just staring at each other. It became a sort of game. Her dark eyes would squint as they surveyed every impeccable inch of his godlike figure. Even the tips of his fingernails were perfect as he dragged that long, burly finger across his thin bottom lip. Every so often she would catch a peek of his delicious looking pink tongue as it ran across his row of bottom teeth.

Then she smiled and the look she gave him could've melted the iciest of hearts. Bianca stared with a look of pure admiration, but he saw a glimmer of something else. She gulped softly and he realized she was a bit afraid. Of what? Of him? No, no. She had no reason to be. Of love? Possibly. 

All David knew was at that point he'd give his all to keep that captivating smile on her face.

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She laid Ramsey down and pulled the covers tightly around his small figure, "Goodnight baby boy," she whispered in his ear. She shut the door and headed back downstairs. Her relatives were packing up their leftovers and getting ready to leave.

Individually, they all said their goodbyes and gave her a hug. "I love you, Bee!" The younger ones yelled. Bianca smiled and gave them a wave.

"Take plenty of cake," she told a female relative. Brian stood near the front door and waved goodbye to everyone.

"Party over so soon?" A voice wavered in.

"Ugh," Bianca groaned. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was. A bad taste developed in the back of her throat and a creepy shiver ran over her body.

"Hey, Bee look who it is!" Brian called out to her.

She stopped in her tracks and reluctantly turned around, grimacing at the sight of him.

His caramel colored skin made her sick. Those daunting eyes and long lean limbs made her hate every bit of him. He smiled at her and she almost threw up.

"Happy early birthday, B-I," he said in his usual raspy voice. 

"Thank you, Darryl," she replied in a cordial tone and with a smile that never quite reached her eyes. He walked up and that fleeing urge bubbled inside. But, before he could reach her, Bianca smelled that lovely scent: smoky peppermint and Darryl stopped in his tracks.

David came from out of nowhere and wrapped an arm around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. The tip of his sturdy chin rested on her head. All of the anger and disgust she felt instantly evaporated.

"Alright, darling?" David asked feeling the tension leave her body. She looked up into magnificently calm eyes and nodded. His grip was gentle but firm. Commanding yet loving.

Brian walked over, "D, thats Bee's man, David."

Darryl sucked his teeth and looked him over. A smug smile enveloped his brown lips and he stepped foward. "Darryl," he reached out his hand. David shook it.

"Darryl's a family friend. We've been bros since we was 7," Brian told David.

"Really?" David looked him over. Darryl was a few inches shorter and a couple pounds thinner but there was a hardness to his exterior. The way he looked at Bee made David pull her closer.

"Yeah," Darryl responded still staring at Bee. "You could say I'm a second brother."

"No one says that," Bianca coldly spat.

Brian tsked her. David ran his thumb along her hips and Darryl just stared.

After a few seconds Darryl threw her a laugh, "Classic Bee, always on the defense."

She gritted her teeth. 'God, I hate you!' she thought.

"Hey, Dave? My gramps wanted me to ask your opinion on a piece of real estate he's interested in. I think he's in the kitchen, got a minute?" Brian asked.

"Sure," David gave Bianca a squeeze. "Ready to leave when I return?"

She nodded. He kissed her forehead then left with Brian. Bianca turned to watch him walk away and felt that familiar ache in her tummy return. Lately it didn't take much for him to turn her on. The way he strutted away like a man who knew what he wanted made her bite that lower lip with a lusty grin.

A sharp pull on her arm disturbed her erotic thoughts. Darryl whirled her around.

"What's up with the suit, Bee?" He questioned.

Ignoring him, she turned around and headed down the dim hallway towards the den, he followed her. "Cat got ya tongue?"

Bianca stopped with her hands clenched into fists and her blood boiling. She snapped around and approached him with a dangerous look.

"Don't talk to me like we're friends. I fucking hate you, and you know it!" She said in a fevered whisper. "I don't know why the hell you're even here. Last I heard, you and those thugs were fucking things up in terra town."

Darryl was nothing but a wannabe gangster and a drug dealer. They went toe to toe the summer of her senior year in high school. She led a community effort to banish crime and drugs from her already tainted neighborhood. He rallied his soldiers to step on anyone who got in his way. Her determination was what won the total respect and love of her beloved people. But after she went away to college it seemed as if everything had gone downhill. The past 2 years she tried desperately to bring her people back to the brink of safety. And she wouldn't let a low-life thug like Darryl stand in her way. She'd take him down by any means necessary. And he knew it.

But still he moved closer and smirked. "Took over terra town, babygirl. And now I'm home."

She rolled her eyes, "I really don't give two shits. This is my neighborhood, my block, my family and I'm only saying this once: Stay the fuck away from my family."

He chuckled at her again, "Those little threats were cute a while back but--"

She grabbed Darryl by the throat and slammed him against the wall. Her voice was deadly, "I mean it. If I even suspect you of doing something foul to any member of my family, I WILL end you." Her strength was astounding, Darryl almost forgot how about how swift she was.

This wasn't a game to her and he knew it. Had seen it first hand. The calm, dangerous look on her pristine face said it all: she was a lethal weapon. She eased off him and tried to regain her senses. That part of her life was over. "Control, Wilson!" she screamed in her mind.

Darryl felt for his neck and could feel a welt forming. "Still choking niggas out huh?" He gruffly asked, trying to push her buttons.

Her impassive gaze remained still. She wouldn't take the bait, no matter how much she hated him. Bianca took a few steps around him and headed towards the kitchen. Stopping in front of the living room doorway, she grabbed the overnight bag and her jacket. She had to leave. Immediately.

Walking into the kitchen, she could feel her anger melt away. David and her grandpa sat laughing at one of Brian's jokes. Grandpa Bill was the first to noticed her, "Its only 10, leaving so soon, hot pockets?" The rest looked towards her. She mustered a big smile for them.

"Yeah, gramps. Got a ton of errands to run early in the morning." She signaled to David who was on his feet in an instant. Bianca's grandpa and Brian gave her smothering hugs before leaving the kitchen. They whispered praises in her ear and at that moment Bianca could feel the love radiating from every pore in her body as they walked the couple to the front door.

"I know Nana's asleep so I'll give her a call in the morning," she said holding her strong grandfathers hand.

"Okay, sweetie, I hope you enjoyed tonight," he kissed her on the cheek then let her go into David's arms. 

She gave him a charming smile and blew them both a kiss before hopping in the Aston Martin. David gently pulled off then hit the gas when they were out of sight.

"Its a left on Madison, yes?" He asked. 

*Silence*

She didnt say anything, just chewed on her bottom lip. "Can I--Can I, um?" She hesitated fidgeting with her seatbelt.

"Yes?"

She knawed on the inside of her cheek. Pushing her pride aside, she spoke clearer. "Can I come back to Beverly with you? I mean, I just wanna sleep over. I mean not like "sleep over", just like--. Ugh!" She sighed with a groan. Words were not only failing her but they were making her walk the plank. She sunk further into the seat and hoped David would just forget she said anything.

After a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, he spoke: "You can come where ever you want, my dear Bee." His voice was music to her ears as was the slow pronounciation of her name. She rubbed her legs together and a sheepish, "Okay," squeaked out. 

A glorious smile reached David the second Bianca reached for his right hand. He gripped the steering wheel with his left until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. He ached for her; his libido was always on full force when she was close by. 

30 mins later, they rode through the sleepy posh neighborhood of Beverly. The pitch black sky held her full attention as a soft piano melody floated through the car.

They approached his estate and he punched in a security code. Neither noticed the jet black lamborghini following them.

   *********************************

The driver's piercing blue eyes watched as they rolled into the estate. He glared as he saw David help Bee out; he spun her around before saying something and then planted a long kiss on her lips. The man inhaled with a painful gasp then ran a hand through his platinium blond hair. He took off the leather tipped hat and fiercely shook his shoulder length hair out. 

Looking up, he saw David look back at a confused Bee. She stared in the direction of the stranger's car. He thought about ducking down for fear of being seen but there was no way she could see him. He watched her shake away a thought and David playfully tug her through the front door. He then picked up his phone.

"Luke, I ain't waiting no more. Execute plan habanero," he said then hung up without waiting for a response. He pulled a folder from the passenger seat. His face lit up the instant he opened it as he sat staring at a picture of Bianca. She was in that figure hugging cherry red dress from Sinister. Her radiant smile caused his heart to speed up; he practically drooled over the curves of her body and the perfect contours of her face.

"I told you, I'd see you again, gorgeous," he said closing the folder and looking back up to the Crete mansion.

His eyes turned a dark midnight blue as he thought about what David could be doing to her in there. No, she wasn't like the others. He knew it. There was something pure and good about this one. And he wouldn't let him have her. Crete could go and find a million other women just like her but he couldn't have Bianca. He would see to that.

The blue eyed stranger grimaced at the residence once more before putting the car in drive and bolting out of there. In his rush, he carelessly rolled up the windows of the Lambhorghini a little too late. In an instant the photo of Bee flew out and a rough breeze blew it over the high power security fence as it landed on David's doorstep. One of many confusing surprises that awaited the new couple on their path to happiness.