Come Back To Me (3 page)

When the maker stopped dripping, I
reached for a mug and poured myself a hefty cup. I looked over the
kitchen island into the living room.

“Home sweet home.” I said to
myself.

Two

“Excuse me Mr.Bradford; I have some
documents for you to sign when you get a chance.”

Jake was startled from his daydream by
the intercom on his office phone. “Just put them in my mailbox,
I’ll take care of it on Monday.” he replied.

Jake found himself daydreaming often
while working, it was a wonder he got anything done. His beautiful
secretary Eliza was a distraction all her own. She paraded around
the office in insanely short skirts, and tops that didn’t leave
much to the imagination. Her auburn hair cascaded around her
shoulders, making her a walking wet dream. Jake fantasized often
about bending her over his desk and filling her warm pussy with his
cock from nine to five. If it wasn’t for his “never mix business
with pleasure” mantra, he would have tapped that sweet piece a long
time ago.

He saw the way Eliza looked
at him, she shook her perky ass at him when she left the room, and
her tits bounced up and down making him hard as a rock most days.
It was a relief the days he had to be in court; at least he wasn’t
around the temptation that was
Eliza
.

As Jake stared out the glass wall of
his office, he returned to his previous daydream. He drifted back
to his college days; the one person that always stood out was his
best friend Emily. She was always there for him. She spent
countless hours with him doing homework, watching movies and just
plain chatting about life. Jake really wished he had a close friend
like that in his life now.

He emailed and text her after
graduation, but he became so busy building his career and
reputation that their friendship seemed to fall to the wayside. It
would be comforting to have someone to confide in now, like
her.

Jake admired her tenacity, she never
gave up on anything, always spoke her mind, and damn she was
beautiful. She wasn’t like any other girl he’d met before, she was
way better. She didn’t flaunt her natural beauty, and didn’t try to
hide it with gobs of makeup. Though she was gorgeous, she didn’t
seem to know it. To him, Emily was perfection.

“Mr. Bradford, I’m heading out for the
day, is there anything else you need?” Eliza interrupted
again.

Yeah a blow job?

“No I’m good, see you on
Monday.”

“Okay have a great weekend. Oh, I have
those flowers you asked for, they’re on my desk, hope your date
likes pink roses?”

“That will be perfect, thank you again
for doing that on your lunch break, I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one sir.” Eliza
teased.

I’ll owe you one
alright!

Jake really needed to extract his mind
from the gutter when it came to Eliza, yes she was hot, and
fuckable, but she didn’t deserve to be objectified. She worked
hard, and had never let him down, plus he was pretty sure she was
dating one of those cage fighting guys that could wipe the floor
with his ass.

“What the hell does it take to find a
nice normal woman to date?” He thought to himself.

Jake shut down his computer, grabbed
his suit jacket from the back of his chair, and exited his office
for the day. He reached down and grabbed the bouquet of roses from
Eliza’s desk. Pulling them up to his nose he took a whiff, and
recognized the smell. They smelled of Emily, he would never forget
how sweet and floral she smelled to him. It was a combination of
roses and peaches, he often wanted to lick her neck to see if she
tasted as good as she smelled. Jake began to miss her.

He regretted talking about
his latest weekend fuck sessions to her and that was just one of
many regrets from his past. How insensitive could he be? What
respectable girl wanted to hear about the way he made women come
until they damn near passed out.
What a
bone head
move.

Emily always had problems in the “love”
department in her life, she tried to be happy and content but there
was always an obstacle. She was always in tears from some douche
bag ripping her heart out, and he was there to console her. She
would pick up the pieces, and then he was ready for the next round
of her drama.

Jake found himself jealous of her more
often than not, she had no shortage of money, and her parents were
some hot shot movie moguls. She never made him feel inadequate on
purpose, but still he felt that way around her. He would never be
good enough, she was unattainable to him.

Jake knew he was nothing special,
growing up on his parents cattle ranch in Texas taught him the
rewards of hard work, which he carried with him through his current
endeavors. Emily would tease him about the calluses on his hands,
telling him they were from jacking off and not hard farm labor. Her
humor always made him smile not matter how much of a blow it was to
his ego. Jake could still picture her smile, it would light up a
room like a thousand burning candles, and he longed to see it
again. He could look at her face without tiring of it, it was
sweet, innocent, and he wanted to caress her porcelain cheeks with
his rough hands. What would she feel like? He imagined silk, or
cashmere. She would throw her golden locks into a loose bun and
Jake drempt about taking it down and running his hands through it.
The one thing that mesmerized him the most was her eyes, he
shivered every time he remembered them. They were the coolest pale
blue, almost like they were made of ice. He had to get his mind off
of her, or else he would cancel his date and spend the night
indulging in self-gratification.

Jake cleared his head, and took the
elevator to the bottom floor of the building. His date was at seven
and it was already 6:15, he needed to hurry. When he reached the
lobby, he pushed through the revolving doors, and his feet hit the
sidewalk. He would never tire of looking up at the city lights,
they exhilarated him, and made him grateful for what he’d become.
He felt like he had it all…Almost.

Once he reached the parking garage,
Jake pushed the button on his key ring to unlock the car doors. He
worked so hard to afford his Range Rover, and considered it a
status symbol. It made him feel like an adult finally.

Settling into the buttery leather seat,
he inserted his key and roared the engine to life. As he backed
from his assigned parking spot, the sounds of Frank Sinatra wafted
from the speakers. He loved his music, but Frank did something to
soothe him. Jakes mom would sometimes play Sinatra when he was
sick, and the comforting feelings carried over even now. Jake
tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of “Luck be a
lady”, God he loved this song.

Jake drove until he reached the
restaurant where his date for the night waited inside. He pulled
his SUV in front, where a uniformed valet waited. Opening his door,
he unfolded his five foot nine inch frame and climbed out. The
valet looked greedily at his ride, knowing he would get to drive it
was probably making him cream his pants.

“If I find one scratch on it, you won’t
be smiling ever again.” Jake warned.

The young man nervously took the keys,
and handed Jake a claim ticket. Jake had a sense of pride knowing
that people were envious of the things he had. He never let it get
past a thought though. He wasn’t shallow, and supported many
charities in the city. Jake knew he was blessed and wanted to pay
it forward. Growing up on a struggling cattle ranch didn’t afford
many luxuries, so he was thankful for the things he did have at the
age of thirty-two.

Jake brushed his hands through his
medium length sandy brown hair, shrugged on his jacket and entered
the restruraunt.

“Hello sir, table for one?” The polite
hostess asked.

Looking around Jake said “I’m actually
meeting someone here.”

“Oh you must be Mr. Bradford?” She
raised her eyebrow.

“Yes, that’s right, Jake Bradford, I’m
meeting…”

She cut him off “Miss Foster, yes she
is waiting in the bar.”

The perky hostess motioned him toward
the bar area, and turned back to tend her duties.

Jake spotted his date “Excuse me Miss
Foster?”

She turned and looked him up and down.
“Oh my god, yeah I’m Alice…Alice Foster.”

Jake also gave Alice the once over and
realized she was just like the other brainless bimbos he’d been set
up with lately. Her hair was bleached within an inch of its life,
her fake tan could be spotted from the international space station,
and her artificial boobs seemed to take on a life of their
own.

Un-fucking
believable.

He painted on a pleasant face. “Well
Alice it’s a pleasure to meet you, I trust you haven’t been waiting
long?”

“Only about thirty minutes, I figured
I’d get here early and have a cocktail…or three.” she
hiccupped.

Great a fake Barbie and a
lush, just my fucking luck
.

“Well if you still have room after
those drinks we should eat.” He mentioned.

“You’re right I should eat something,
I’m starting to feel light headed.”

Jake motioned Alice toward a table that
was reserved for their dinner date and pulled out her
chair.

“Wow, I didn’t know there were any
gentlemen left in this city.” She commented.

“Yeah I must be the last one.” He
rolled his eyes.

“Well I’m sure glad I got you
then.”

Jake knew the only thing this chick had
was a plastic surgeon on speed dial. As for having him, she may for
this dinner, but after that he planned on running as fast from her
as he could.

She was a gold digger, and Jake could
smell them from several miles away. They were all the same; they
latched on to him from first sight, professed undying love, and
threatened to hurl themselves in front of a city bus if he broke it
off. This ritual was getting way too old.

As they finished the dessert
course, Jake breathed a sigh of relief. The whole time she had been
throwing out her attributes like she was in a job interview. He was
pretty sure she expected to go home with him.
Not happening.

They both stepped onto the sidewalk,
and Jake turned to Alice. “Do need help to your car?”

He could see the disappointment on her
face. “No thanks, I took a cab here. I had a nice time
tonight.”

Jake lied “Yeah me too.”

Getting away from this
plastic woman would be his greatest feat of the day. The valet
hailed her a taxi and she blew Jake a kiss out the window.
Good rittens.

Jake waited beside the valet booth for
his car to return, and his eyes scanned the area around him. His
whiskey colored irises halted when he found a sight across the
street. He noticed a woman emerging from a pizza place and for some
reason she caught his eye. Under the dim street lamp he could see
that her hair was a beautiful shade of golden blonde. It reminded
him of waving wheat, in a summer breeze. It was long and shone like
a beacon in the dense night. Jake could only see her profile but
from the angle her skin was flawless and looked like brushed
porcelain. She wore black yoga pants and a hoodie that had some
sort of design on the front.

He could tell her figure was not rail
thin, but the curves she displayed made his cock jump to life.
Something about this woman intrigued him, he didn’t know who she
was but something was oddly familiar about her. This beauty had a
wholesome factor about her that was refreshing from the massive
dose of Botox and boob jobs he’d encountered lately.

Jake wanted to meet her but the bulging
erection pressing against the crotch of his Armani slacks wouldn’t
allow it. She would probably go running and screaming into the
night.

Just then the valet returned with his
Range Rover. Jake inspected it, and it was unscathed. He handed the
valet twenty bucks and slipped into the SUV. As he roared the car
to life, he could still see the back side of the “mystery woman”.
The roundness of her ass was divine; he could imagine bouncing it
up and down on his rock hard dick while she screamed his name. Jake
watched her round the corner and disappear.

He took off and headed to his apartment
in Tribeca, thinking of the lush ass on the blonde from a few
minutes ago. Damn she was hot.

When Jake pulled into the underground
garage, he parked the SUV and locked it up tight. He looked at his
other two vehicles, and smiled. Sure he didn’t need three cars, but
he could afford them, so why not?

His apartment was another one of his
purchases. Jake found this building about five years ago and had
plans of turning it into real estate property. He intended to
renovate, and rent out the units, but during the construction he
fell in love with the buildings’ charm. It was modern and
industrial, just his style. Jake decided to keep the top floor for
himself, and rented the lower units out to tenants. He was happy
here. It wasn’t Texas, but it was home for him.

Coming home to this lonely place was
hell each and every night. Jake satisfied himself with
self-pleasure more than he was willing to admit, and tonight would
be no exception.