A Red Apple (15 page)

“Hey B
whats up girl?” I answer.

“Nothing. Let’s go out to a sports bar tonight or something,” B suggests.

“Alight. How about Frankie’s on the southwest side around 9?”

“
Cool beans. See you later bitch,” she hangs up.

I look up and we are at his house. This is not what I was looking forward to and I am going to stand my gro
und with him today. I will not be dishing out any more pussy without a commitment. Plus, I want to go out with my girl tonight. I look around his place and notice he has three degrees in Sociology, which I hadn’t noticed the other times I was here. I know he is Dr. James from class but I didn’t know where he’d attended college or what he had actually majored in. The reality of not knowing anything about Zeke settles in. I make a vow that tonight I am going to get to know the man I have been sleeping with and have fallen in love with.

When I get out of his shower, I take a seat in his living room.
He comes back from the kitchen with two turkey sandwiches on wheat bread and banana smoothies for us. He stares deeply into my eyes and places the food on the coffee table. I am really hoping he is feeling me the way I am feeling him because I have fallen hard. I am head over heels in love with him and although I have told him on several occasions, he hasn’t said much about his feelings for me.

“Thanks and why are you lo
oking at me like that?” I break the silence.

“Because your beautiful,” Zeke is still burning a whole through my body with his gaze.

“You’re making me nervous.”

“No need to feel out of ya element with me ma
. I just like to look,” he throws his hands up in the air like ball players do when they have fouled. “I don’t want any problems.”

“Whatever nigga. So you never told me you went to Hudson University.” I change the subject.

“You never asked,” he shrugs his shoulders and takes a bite off of his sandwich. “We haven’t talked about a lot of shit girl.”

I laugh because he has a point. We hadn’t talked much about anything except for fucking. “Well, a little fact about me. I’m a rich black girl from Holland Park, Texas. My family was one of the first African American families to live there. ”

“Yeah after you and Alexis got into it that day you made your net worth evident. But I would’ve never taken you for the stuck up rich type. Like fucking Hilary from the Fresh Prince of Bellaire and shit.” He is cracking up.

“Oh if you had met me a few years back you wouldn’t say that. So what about you? I ask. “What else do you do besides teach and run a club?”

“I do a lot of things,” he winks at me.

“Meaning?” I probe.

“You wont believe me.” He cocks his head to the side and lights a blunt.

“Just tell me.” I whine because I really want to know.

“Okay well I convince women to reach their full potential.” He laughs as he chokes after taking a hit. “I make sure their up to par to see if they’re shining like true stars.”

We both laugh at his answer.

“No seriously, what other things do you do Zeke?” I punch him playfully in his arm.

“I do what I just told you woman,” he gives me a dead serious look.

“Well tell me what that means in layman’s terms.”

“You sure yo
u want to know?”

“I asked didn’t I?” I sass.

“Watch it,” he warns because of my feistiness. “To answer your question, I throw exclusive sex parties on the side. They start at a quarter of a mil.”

My mouth drops to the ground because Zeke is dead ass serious. This nigga is paid out the ass, no wonder he’s living it up. Why still teach? Sex parties
, what does he mean by that? Does he fuck the strippers? Is that what he means by making sure their up to par? I have so many questions and Zeke is so short about everything.

“Are you serious Zeke? So when you say your making sure they’re up to par do you mean your fucking them?”

“More like I let them fuck me so I can give them some good guidance,” he takes another hit off his blunt.

‘Is he kidding me right now,’ I ask myself. “So where does that leave us Zeke? And is that what you
’re trying to do with me because I would never be a fucking stripper or prostitute.”

“First off never say never ma because you never know… secondly my businesses have nothing to do with
us…
lastly but most importantly, the only difference between you and a stripper or prostitute is that they get paid to do what you do for free,” Zeke spits. He has the nerve to come over to me and pull me up to him.

“How could you say that to me?” I snatch away from
him to walk away.

Zeke comes up from behind me and pins me face forward up against the wall.
“Say what… the truth?” He sticks his tongue into my ear and my panties start creaming. “Get off of me Zeke,” I try to squirm out of his hold. He holds both of my hands above my head with one of his hands and uses the other one to pull down my sweats and panties. “Girl you know you want this dick,” he starts fingering my pussy while pressing his rock hard dick up against my ass. I do indeed want his dick. “Bend it over and bust it open for me so I can taste some of your sweetness I’ve been missing.” Zeke pushes my head between my legs and gets down on his knees. He starts sucking on my clit from behind then he sticks two of his fingers inside of me and finds my g spot. “OHH… YES…EAT THAT PUSSY BOSS,” I squeal in delight. “MAKE THAT PUSSY TALK TO ME PIPER.” He says. I start popping my pussy up and down to the best of my ability because he is putting in work with his tongue. “YEAH… JUST LIKE THAT,” Zeke smacks my ass. “MMMMMM…IMM…UGHH…CUMMINGG,” I yell as the biggest orgasm I have ever experienced squirts out like a power washer.

“
Oooo yes,” Zeke picks me up and starts toward the bedroom. “I almost forgot you were a squirter baby.”

I am finally able to get loose from him and I head towards the living room to gather my things so I can get the hell out of his house and his life. Zeke’s entire lifestyle is too much for me an
d I am way out of my league. I’m not about to be another one of his sex pawns, or strippers or prostitutes. I want him to myself and if I can’t have him to myself, I don’t want him.

“Where the fuck you think you goin
g?” Zeke comes storming behind me with a rock hard dick.

“I’m going home Zeke,” I yell at him.

“You better bring your ass back over here so we can finish what we started.” He stresses pointing at his manhood.

“Can I have you to myself Zeke?”

“Fuck you mean? You got me all to yourself right now.”

“I love you Zeke and
you know that. Why do you keep putting me through all of this? I’m tired of fighting for you, for us while you continue to run around here fucking any and every woman you choose.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” He throws his hands up in the air.

“Tell me you feel the same because I know you do. Tell me why you keep running away from a good thing? Tell me why you’re afraid to give us a chance?” I yell.

“I can’t tell you that
.” He sighs in relief and places his hands behind his head. “I’m not looking to be in a committed relationship right now Piper. I care a lot about you but I can’t tell you that you’re the one if I aint 100% positive.”

“What are you so afraid of Zeke?” I walk up into his personal space and start waving my hands up in his face. “I could love you and fuck you better than any other woman, believe that.”

“I’m not afraid to give us a chance baby and I don’t doubt you,” he kisses my lips. “But can you handle all the other women in my life?”

“What kind of question is that Zeke? I should be enough for
you. If I can’t have you to myself then I don’t want you.”

“Then I guess there is nothing to talk about then Piper.” 

“Why the hell not?” I demand.

“Because that’s not what I want. My lifestyle, and everything about me goes against what you’re asking me for. And I’m not giving that up.”

“Tell me how you really feel.” I retort sarcastically.

“I just did.”

“You know what…I don’t know why I made a fool of myself thinking things would be different this time. I figured just maybe if you became half the man I knew you could be we’d make each other happy. Now I see that I was wrong about you but at least I know better now. The next time a man shows me who he is, I will believe him. Whenever you realize what a good thing you let go of, it will be too late. Because this time, I’m not going to say I’m done. I’m just going to show you nigga because I deserve so much better goodbye.”

He grabs me just before I turn the knob to walk out and I give him the coldest look ever. “You going to hold me hostage nigga?”

“It’s not your fault but I’m no good for you,” he says releasing his hold on me.

DJ has called it quits between us because he feels like my focus is elsewhere. I call bullshit but at the end of the day
, I wont lose any sleep behind it. I have grown out of that relationship and quite frankly I was tired of faking the funk in the bedroom. I think he expected me to shed a tear or act like I cared but he had the wrong bitch. I can easily replace his non-dick having ass.

I’m at Frankie’s Bar and Grill sipping on a long island and waiting for my girl to show up so I can tell her about my situation. The alcohol in my drink is strong and I am definitely feeling the burn. I see a decent enough looking guy coming my way but he is on the short side
. I really don’t feel like being bothered so I turn my attention elsewhere. Of course that doesn’t stop him. He takes a seat in the stool next to me and swivels me around to him.

He is very attractive and I am somewhat interested now. His eyes are light brown and oddly enough I can actually see a few freckles on his smooth
chestnut skin. I have never seen a brother his complexion with freckles. He has on a long sleeve Versace t-shirt, some black Versace jeans and a pair of black Polo boots on his feet. The large white gold chain around his neck can only mean one thing. He’s a hustler.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, will you be mine?” He looks at me seriously.

“I’m not really in a Valentineey mood so please miss me with that shit.” I emphasize making quotation marks with my fingers.

“
Oh we can’t have that. What’s your name beautiful?” He smiles warmly. His teeth are nice and white with the exception of his bottom row that is iced out with a white gold, diamond encrusted grill. How attractive can one man be? Or maybe it is the liquor.

“
Brianna and I am not interested.” I turn away playing hard to get.

“Hey man get Miss Uninterested here another round of what she is having so she can loosen up some and I want a Jack and Coke.” He says to the bartender as he hands him a credit card. “Put it all on my tab, including whatever she had before I got here.”

“So you think buying my drinks is impressive?” I turn my attention back to the brother.

“I’m not trying to impress you sweetheart. I’m trying to get to know you and there is a difference.” He winks his eye at me.

“What’s the difference?” I ask him.

“Well I already impressed you
when I asked you to be mine.” He takes a sip of his drink.

“You are funny Mr.?” I want to know his name.

“I’m Ernest but you can call me E. So what you doing here all alone on Valentine’s Day? Where’s your man at?” He asks.

“For your information, my boyfriend now ex just broke up with me. And I am waiting on my best friend to get here so we can talk about it.” I say.

“So tonight is my lucky night because I have a small shot at a chance with you. Let’s fast forward to the part where you are over your ex and ready for a real nigga. Here’s my number and you are going to call me tonight around ehhh… 2 a.m. and we will go from there.” Ernest says very convinced of his self.

“Call you at 2 for what? So you can try to fuck me? Nigga please this ain’t that type of party.” I shoot his ass down quick.

“No Brianna I don’t try to do anything, I speak shit into existence. You are going to make that call if you know what’s good for you. I have some business to take care of so I will talk to you later. In the meantime, enjoy yourself because everything you do is on me.” He places his credit card in my breast and cops a feel of my stiffening nipple. “Yeah you will definitely make that call.”

I watch
in awe as he walks away toward a back door that isn’t an exit or a bathroom. A few other guys follow behind him and look around the bar suspiciously, which is weird. Maybe he has bodyguards or something. I have never had a man put me in my place like that and I must say it is arousing. I pull the credit card out of my breast and sure enough it is a black card so the nigga is paid. ERNEST S FRASER is the name on the card and I can’t wait to see his ass tonight. I’m going to make that call if it is the last thing I do. My thongs are wet and shit making me uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong with your face?” Piper asks taking a seat where Ernest was just sitting.

“Oh girl nothing. I just met some fine ass dude that has me in the clouds.” I tell her honestly.

“Ok so you’re cheating on DJ this close to home?” She asks rudely.

“He broke up with me and that’s what I need to talk to you about. Girl he up there talking about my focus is elsewhere and I was like ok nigga if that’s how you feel fuck it. His ass was looking all dumbfounded saying oh you don’t care and I was like no boo boo. BAHAHAHAHAHA.” We are both dying with laughter.

“What he thought you was gone be down and out or some shit. Girl these niggas be doing the most. I dropped Zeke ass earlier so I guess we both on our own tonight.” Piper informs me.

“Bitch is you serious? I gotta go to the bathroom but when I get back you gone have to tell me what happened.” I get up to go relieve myself.

The bathroom is stinky a
s hell. Paper towels are all over the floor, the toilet seats have piss on them. This shit is disgraceful and the reason why I hate trifling ass females. I squat down a little making sure I don’t touch the toilet and let it out. I am so happy to be getting out of there. I see Ernest on my way back to my seat. A few men surround him but he stops their conversation and comes over to me. The way everyone obeys him is some real gangster ass shit.

“I’m about to bounce but I will take care of this tonight.” He palms my butt cheeks.

“What about your card?” I ask him trying to buy more of his time.

“You keep that and bring it to me tonight. I plan on swiping it through these ass cheeks of
yours. How much this pussy gonna cost me Brianna?” He smirks

“This is a million dollar pussy.” I joke.

“That’s it? Ok yeah I can afford that. See you later.” He smacks my ass and walks away with his militia in pursuit.

I’m laughing my ass
off all the way back to my seat. I’m so high off of E’s game that I don’t even realize that Piper is going through my phone.

“Why the fuck is Zeke texting you saying he wants some pussy bitch?” Piper barks.

“What? I don’t know. Give me that and why are you going through my shit anyway.” I snatch my phone from her.

“You ain’t shit Brianna. How you gone be fucking with this nigga behind my back. Of all people
, my best friend stabs me in the back.” She yells.

“Piper I’m not talking to that
nigga, you gotta believe me.” I try to reason with her.

“Fuck both of y’all. The two of you deserve each other because y’all are both trash to me. Your dead to me B! I swear to God!” She storms away and never looks back.

I sit there stunned because I don’t know what the hell has just happened. I haven’t been talking to Zeke so I have no idea why he texted me that shit. I’m not about to run after Piper because she is way too mad right now. I finish my drink, pay the tab with E’s card and leave a hundred dollar tip. You can do that with a black card. I know if I go to the dorms, Piper and I will fight so I call Ernest to go to his crib.

I am outside his wrought iron private gate and the nigga has a mini mansion. His shit is better than mine and that says a lot. I look at the address he texted me to make sure I am in the right place and everything seems to be a match. I press the big red button on the intercom.

“How can I help you?” A voice asks.

“My name is Brianna and I’m here to see Ernest Fraser.” I say hesitantly because I still feel as though I’m at the wrong house.

A buzzing noise goes off and the gates begin to open so I drive up. The place is beautiful.
It is a white, circa, Spanish-style compound sitting on at least two acres of lush green grass. It has a gorgeous garden that you can tell is well kept with a huge, generously lit waterfall sitting dead smack in the middle. There are three security guards outside the front door and it’s a little intimidating. I don’t want to open my car door but then I see Ernest descending the front door steps so I get out.

“Don’t j
ust stand there. Come to me Brianna.” He holds his arms open and I run into them.

“I’m so happy to be here. I had such a bad night after you left.” I say while still in his hold.

“Want me to frisk her boss?” One of the security guards asks.

“She’s goo
d Mike don’t worry about it.” Ernest says.

“Get
yo fine self up them steps so I can watch that ass jiggle on your way up.” He says.

I start walking and I am a ball of nerves.

“Slowly… and don’t worry I’m right behind you.” He says.

I smile and do as he says but I pull my skirt up a little to give him a real tease.

“Oh yeah, just like that baby.” His voice is so deep and seductive. “When you get in there, go to the elevators on your right and press O for me. Take off your clothes and I will be up in a minute.”

Once in the house
, I am even more impressed. There is
a grand staircase and the floors are mosaic-tile. Stained glass, sharply arched windows, vaulted ceilings and ornate furnishings really gives the place a sense of elegance. The formal dining room, seats at least fifteen people and there is a huge oil portrait of Ernest on the wall. I get onto the glass elevator and press O.
When it opens, all I see is a large, screened in terrace
overlooking Lake Houston. The sound of the water and wildlife is serene. I take off my clothes and the cold breeze tickles my body. There is a white lounge chair sitting in front of an already lit fire pit. I take a seat and I am a no longer chilly thanks to the warmth of the fire. I take a deep breath and allow nature to take me wherever it may.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” I hear Ernest’
s voice say. I turn around and find him naked with a hard dick in his hands. “Stay right there and wait for me baby.”

“It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen
.” I say waiting on him to come to me.

“Are we talking about the same thing Brianna?” He smiles. “Because I am talking about your silhouette under the moon light.”

“I was talking about the lake view.” I say. He pulls me into him and stares into my eyes. “But I’m glad you like my body too.”

“
Ooooo you feel so soft baby.” He says as he begins to rub all over my body with his masculine hands. My eyes close as I enjoy the feel of him caressing me. He turns me around and I can feel pieces of paper hitting my skin softly. “What is this?” I open my eyes in shock to find money raining down on me. “It’s the price you pay for some million dollar pussy.” He says as he continues to make it rain on me. I laugh and it feels nice to feel desired in such a way. The next thing I feel is Ernest gently lying me down on my stomach onto the lounge chair. He is massaging my back and I can barely breathe because I am so turned on. “Fuck me.” I say to him. I feel a sharp pain through my pussy as he penetrates me. He is diving into me with skill. “Do you like it rough?” He growls banging in and out of me with blunt force. He is doing it just right and I feel like he is trying to drill me into the lounge chair. I am enjoying every stroke like it is my last. “Oh Ernest I’m cuming.” I moan as the orgasm takes over me. He pulls his monster size dick out of my pussy and turns me around. He begins to suck on my sensitive nipples and kiss all over my neck. “I want to fuck you on that ledge.” He picks me up and buries my punane onto his dick. He is pouncing me up and down on his thick tool as he walks me over to the ledge. Once he sits me up there I stick my tongue into his mouth for a kiss. “Ahhhhh.” He moans as he digs his dick deeper into me. I close my eyes and relish in the satisfying sensation. “Ssssss.” I hiss as he pumps his dick into me flexing every muscle in his body. He is rubbing my back and holding me tight in his arms so that I don’t fall and it gives me such a rush. “Ooooo Brianna baby cum with me.” He grunts and speeds up his pace. A few seconds later, we climax together.

“You got some good dick E
.” I say to him when he lets me down.

“So I’ve been told
.” He wipes the sweat off his brow. “I’m glad I enjoyed that gushy because it cost a pretty penny.”

“You’re really givi
ng me a million dollars because I had sex with you?” I ask.

“There is plenty more where that came from
, believe me.” He says taking a seat on the lounge chair. “Sit on my lap.”

“So what do you do for a living to afford all of this?” I inquire.

“I do a lot of things love.” He says looking into my eyes. “You are so sexy you know that?”

“Thanks but don’t try to get off the subject Ernest. What do you do?” I ask again
.

“I give th
e people what they want.” He shrugs and lights a Newport.

“So in other words you’re a drug dealer.” I say not wanting to beat around the bush.

“I won’t say too much more than what I already did. I’m tired let’s go to sleep.” He says tossing the cig and pulling me towards the elevator.