Escape to Paris With Love (11 page)

Almost two months had flown by since Armani and Charmayne officially broke up. Since that Time Fabian had hired an ex-CIA op
erative to hunt to the phantom woman that haunted Armani’s dream, night after night. Frankly he was beginning to think that Armani was losing his damn mind and then they got a break. Giving an accurate, detail description of Armani’s dream girl to a criminal sketch artist they came up with a composite computer drawing of the woman. Then they entered that image into a face recognition software and crossed referenced the image with motor vehicle records for licensed drivers in Paris.

The computer spit out ten DMV photo IDs. Fabian was convinced that at least one of the ten women simply had to be the woman Armani desperately searched for. He met Armani at his home early Saturday morning to show him the photos.

Armani was on the phone with Kalli when Fabian arrived. Greeting him at the door he tried to rush her off the phone. “Look Kalli, Fabian’s here. We have some business to take care. Can, we talk about this later today?”

“Fabian’s there
with you?”

“Yeah, he just arrived.”

“I talked to him last night. He didn’t mention that you two had a meeting. What’s going on? Is this anything that I need to be concerned about?” She asked.

“No… Honestly it’s just man cave stuff. Don’t worry. I just needed some brother
ly advice from my brother on something. Look, I’ll catch up with you this afternoon some time. Fabian’s waiting for me. Okay?”

“Who is that?” Fabian silently mouthed.

“Nosy ass Kalli.” Armani mouthed in response.

“Armani don’t let me be blindsided by some bullshit you’ve tried to pull behind my damn back.”

“Kalli… It’s nothing that concerns you. I got to go. Talk later.” He said as he abruptly ended their phone conversation.

Kalli, shocked that Armani
hung up without letting her finish her train of thought called right back. Armani ignored her call and let it go to voicemail.

“Man, that woman is good at her damn job. She don’t let a damn thing slip by her.”

“Oh you didn’t know? Kalli’s like a freaking pit-bull with a fresh soup bone. She just doesn’t give up!” Fabian laughed as his cell rang. It was Kalli, so he ignored it. “What’s up man? How are you holding up?” Fabian asked as he greeted his brother with a bro hug and some dap.

“I’m alright, I guess. I’d be a hell of a lot better if you’ve located this girl.”

“No doubt... I think we found her.”

“What are you serious?”

“Yes! I’m as serious as a Cardiac surgeon in cardiac arrest.” Fabian joked as he followed Armani into his study.

“Man! I fucking hope so. I’m about ready to check in a psych ward. Have a sit and let’s see what you have.”

Fabian sat across from Armani and handed him a large envelope. “Okay, keep an open mind and remember that these are just motor vehicle photos. Hell, everybody takes sucky driver’s license photos. Still I got a good feeling about this. I think she’s in there.”

Armani accepted the envelope from his brother’s outstretched hands and took a deep breath before opening it. “Alright let’s see what you have.”

“On top is the computer generated image of the woman you described to my detective. Does that look like her?”

Armani nodded yes. “Yeah, it looks a hell of a lot like her.”

“Good now we found ten driver’s license photos with similar features and physical descriptions. If your blue eyed soul sista is in Paris then she is in that stack.” Fabian declared.

“What if she’s not? Then what? Fabian, I feel like I’m going crazy looking for this woman. This is crazy right?”

“Look, I’ll admit that at first I thought you had loss your mind with nonsense about a few dreams. But man when my guy brought these pictures to me I believed you. She’s in there Armani. I know it! See for yourself.”

Armani quickly sifted through the pictures until he came to the very last one. Fabian watched the color drain from his brother’s face as Armani came to the very last picture. Blown completely away Armani covered his mouth and fell back in his seat. “This is her. Now, I know that I
’m good and damn crazy. How is this possible?”

“Let me see who you’re talking about.” Fabian asked as he attempted to take the picture from Armani’s grasp. Unwilling to relinquish it, Armani continued to study
it like it was a damn book.

“Fuck me! She’s actually real.”

“Her name’s Escape Jones, right?” Fabian asked for confirmation.

“Yeah, how did you know? Do we know her from somewhere?
Do you remember her?” Armani asked confused.

“I’ve never seen that woman in my damn life. If I had, I’d be calling her my wife about now.”

“Okay, but how did you know which one she was?” Armani asked again.

“Man, look at that damn woman. She looks like a damn angel walkin
g the earth. She popped out from the stack like she was a gift from God. I knew it had to be her.”

“I can’t believe she’s real.” Armani continued to study the enlarged copy of EJ’s driver’s license.

“Oh she’s real alright! She’s real fucking fine!” Fabian joked.

Armani eyed him with a side glance.
“This shit ain’t funny.  What the fuck is going on? Where do I know this woman from? I must have met her somewhere, right?”

“
Maybe, maybe not you may have just spotted her in passing and her image somehow got stuck in your consciousness.” Fabian offered.  Armani continued to gawk at EJ’s photo. “So, what do you want to do now? Her address is right there. My guy crossed referenced the address with a number for that address. Her phone number is handwritten at the bottom. Call her.”

“And say what?
Hi Escape Jones, I’m a crazy ass prince who dreams about fucking you every night. I think I’m in love with you. Will you marry me?” Armani mocked.

“Marry? You didn’t say a damn thing about marriage. You want to marry this girl?”

“No Fabian! I just paid an obscene amount of money to have her hunted down like an escaped con so that I can fuck her! I told you I was in love with her.”

“Yeah,
and that was okay when she was just a figment of your overzealous imagination. Now that she’s flesh and blood, muscle and bones the stakes have changed. In fact I’m not convinced that you should tell her how we found her. I’m pretty sure we violated several laws and her privacy in the search. Not to mention it’s pretty much high end stalking and women hate that bullshit!” 

“Then what am I supposed to do then? Fabian there is no way that I’m going to stop now. I have to figure out a way to meet her.”

“Okay, I’ll put my guy on her. He’ll follow her around, see where she works and plays. I’ll have him snap a few pictures in the process so you’ll have a better picture to beat off to.

“Fuck you!” Armani chuckled. “Yeah but definitely get some pictures.”

“Yeah I thought so!” Fabian laughed. “Don’t worry… He’s thorough.  When he’s done you’ll know the last time she had a period. We’ll figure out our next move from there. Pretty much you just have to make sure you go where she’s going to be until she notices you.”

“Yeah… Notice I’m stalking her and shit.”  Armani laughed as he continued to gleam info from EJ’s license’s statistics. “Fortunately, I’m pretty as hell.
It shouldn’t be too hard to get her attention. Okay, let’s do that.”

Fabian grinned. “Oh this
shit is going to be good. What if she turns out to be ghetto as hell? Better yet, what if she’s a big bold and beautiful chick, sitting on six asses?”

“None of that shit is true.
Look at this girl… She’s fine as hell! Even if it is true, I don’t give a damn! I will fuck all six of those asses, well! I’m going to marry this woman and you’ll have a ghetto ass sister in-law with six properly fucked asses!” Armani laughed. “This shit is crazy! This has to be some kind of divine intervention. How else can you explain it?”

“Hey, I can’t explain! I think you’re right.
I’ll call my guy and authorize the surveillance. We’ll have everything we need by next Saturday.”

“Wow… That soon?”

“Yeah it’s not going to take but a week to get her routine pinned pointed. I’ll call him today and he’ll start this evening.”

“Okay! Hey, that’s what’s up.” Armani agreed to the extra surveillance as he ran EJ’s image and stats through his brain to see if he could remember meeting her. Coming up blank he chuckled. “Man this shit is crazy! How do I know this woman?”

Fabian shook his head to indicate he had no damn idea. “I have no damn idea, but I’m going to find out.” He declared.

The persistent pull of his hot mouth on her swollen clit and the steady caress of his thick finger in her wet pussy quickly lured Charmayne to an exotic place where only pleasure resided. He was all over her pushing and licking and sticking and fucking her hot spot she owned. Harrison was a skilled lover who knew how to make her body sing and rejoice in the song he so masterfully composed.

Spreading her legs wider and lifting
her ass higher to meet his hungry mouth he devoured her as if she was his last meal before an untimely execution. Slurping her seeping juices from her wet slit he finger fucked her to within a millisecond of annihilation. Taking his time Harrison continued to suckle her oozing pussy until she begged him to take her.

“Fuck me!” She hissed as she arched her back, shoving her greedy pussy into his handsome face.

His eyes met hers as he continued to lick her pussy as if he was a kid licking the remnants of the last bit of strawberry ice cream from a bowl. Her need was palpable and nothing would please him more than to shove his thick, hard ten inch dick into her weeping pussy. Still, he was in no rush. It was his first day off in months and Harrison planned to spend every damn second of it between the beautiful Charmayne Harrison’s toned thighs.

“Oh God! What are you waiting for? Go ahead and fuck me! Fuck me hard! I want to feel your big dick split me in half! Stop teasing me… Come on and fuck me!”

Harrison watched Charmayne as the grips of her pending orgasm choked the words in her throat rendering her breathless. As his ears ere barraged by a string of grunts and groans and intangible syllables from a primitive language he knew that Charmayne’s pussy was less than a clit lit from total destruction. An ambiguous, devilish countenance transformed his boyish, white boy good looks as he slowly played with her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Charmayne eyes locked on him shortly before they rolled like tiger eye marbles to the top of her head. That was it! She was done! Her body immediately stiffened and a wolf like howl filled the room as she transformed
into a crazed wolf woman in search of a big, mega hard dick.

“F-U-C-K ME!” She barked in
a rough werewolf voice as she clawed viciously at Harrison’s back demanding to be filled with his huge, hard cock. “Fuck me you fucking bastard! Stop playing and fuck me, now!” She growled, drawing blood as her perfectly manicured nails tore the flesh from the sexy, drop dead handsome bodyguard’s back.    

 
His expression was endearing, but stoic as he continued to eat her pussy as if it held the key to peace in the Middle East. Scratch and kicking and screaming Charmayne tried desperately to unseat her trembling pussy from his mouth to no avail. Harrison had her round, caramel colored ass in a GI Joe Kung Fu grip and he wasn’t about to let it go until he was finished his meals.

“Oh God! Harrison, please… I can’t take
it… It feels so… I can’t… Oh My God! I’m… I’m… Coming Again!” Charmayne screeched as her second release punched her repeatedly in her face like Mike Tyson going for one of his infamous ninety second knockouts. “Please Harrison…. Please… Fuck… Me…” Charmayne sobbed like a toddler crying for a second cookie.

Harrison realized he had the beautiful woman right where he wanted her, begging for his hard dick! Harrison and Charmayne had been lovers for years. He risked everything to be with the stunningly lovely Texan
only to play second fiddle to his boss, Prince Armani and lap up his sloppy ass seconds. He was done with it! Finally Charmayne was all his! He was the only dick in her life and he wanted to make sure she fucking knew it!

“Why? What are you going to do for me if I do?”

“I’ll suck your dick! Please Harrison stop!”

“Fuck that! My dick doesn’t need to be sucked! What else can you do?”

“I’ll ride you like a bull! Let me up and I’ll show you! You’ll see!”

“Fuck that shit too! Been there, done that and I’m not impressed!”

“What else you got?”

“Oh God! I can’t take anymore… Tell me what you want and I’ll do it! Just tell me!”

“You’ll do anything I say, if I fuck you with this hard cock right?”

“Yes! Anything! Just name it and I’ll do it! Just fuck me first!”

“No reneging right?”

“I promise! If it’s in my power I’ll do it! If you’re just put the tip in! I’ll do it!”

Harrison smiled and sucked her throbbing clit deep into his mouth, knowing it was going to shake her erotic foundation and ignite orgasm number three. Seconds later he got the response he was looking for. Charmayne’s entire being shattered into a billion little pieces as the Big O number three jumped on her chest like an angry gorilla and beat her senseless until she was almost unconscious.

“S-H-I-TTTTT!” She screamed as her body thrashed violently before seizing.

Harrison tried to engage her eyes but Charmayne was done! Her eyes stared blankly into space and her mouth gasped for air like an out of water goldfish. Licking her one final time for good measure he released her as he strapped up and prepared to enter her.

“You ready to be honest with me
now?” He enquired as he rolled the condom over his throbbing hard dick. “Huh Charmayne?”      

Charmayne didn’t or couldn’t answer. She had checked into Pleasureville hotel and was enjoying a relaxing intimate message.

“Huh Charmayne?” Harrison asked again before he stabbed her with that horse dick of his to revive her ass.

Charmayne responded with a gurgling noise as the tip of Harrison’s huge dick entered the entrance of her
convulsing pussy. Still unable to speak she struggled to focus on the gorgeous bodyguard. Somehow getting the muscles of her eyes to work and fix her gaze on Harrison she indicated yes with her pleading eyes.

Harrison nodded that he understood. “Marry me Charmayne. That’s what I want you to do for me.”

The size of Charmayne eye’s doubled in surprise. “What?” She managed in a weak, drained, husky voice.

“Marry me. I’m in love with you and I want you to be my wife. So, if you
ever want to feel this dick again, then you’ll have to marry me to get it. If not… I’ll pull out now and you’ll never see me again.” Harrison managed as his words quickly got jumbled up behind a giant lump that had developed in his throat.

Charmayne willed her arms to move so her hand could wipe the lone tear that drizzled along Harrison’s chiseled cheekbone.
Tears filled her eyes and she burst into a full on sobbed right after nodding yes. “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Harrison lowered his body into hers as the length of his hardness slipped seamlessly into her wetness. Covering Charmayne’s mouth with a smoldering hot kiss he sealed the deal. Their tongues danced a familiar waltz as Harrison skillfully made love to his new fiancé for the very first time. Minutes later they had bumped and grind uglies to twin, simultaneous releases of tsunami magnitude. Satisfied and happy as hell the couple cuddled in the afterglow.

“What about Armani and your job?” Charmayne asked concerned as she stared into her man’s crystal blue eyes.

“Fuck Armani and that job! I have some money saved up. We’ll be okay until I figure out what to do
next. We’ll be okay. Don’t worry about it.” Harrison assured her.

Charmayne giggled. “I’m not worried. We’ll be better than okay. You know I’m insanely rich right?”

Harrison chuckled. “Yeah… I think I read that somewhere.”

Charmayne giggled as she snuggled closer. “Reading is fundamental.”

“It sure is. Let’s get married right away. Okay?”

“When?” Charmayne asked.

“I resigned my service last night. We can fly to Vegas and get married tomorrow.”

Charmayne smiled brightly and simply nodded yes to indicate that she was all in.

~*~*~

Mr. and Mrs. Harrison Montgomery were married in a quaint, intimate service in Vegas the following day. No, Elvis did not officiate the wedding service
, although he sang at their reception. Charmayne would have died of natural causes if her handsome husband forced her to endure that humiliation. They honeymooned for two weeks in Hawaii and relocated to Charmayne’s hometown of Sulphur Spring, Texas upon their return.