Escape to Paris With Love (8 page)

Prissy bite her lip a
s the thought of water cascading down Teddy’s sexy, muscular body and dripping off the tip of his thick dick, consumed her. She immediately shook the image out of her head as she realized that Teddy was just taunting with her like a cat playing with a trapped mouse. “See, now you just starting shit. Why you playing games? Bear, I know what you're up to. You’re not clever. Just say what you want.”

“Whatever... I don't know what you are talking about. I'm just stating
a fact. I need a shower. Your nasty mind can read whatever it wants into what I just said. The fact is I have to take a shower and Parisa Crown, for the first time since we were fifteen, is not invited.” Teddy laughed as he stuck out his tongue and headed to the guest bedroom.

Prissy watched with mixed, conflicting feelings
as the sexy millionaire walked away from her. “God if this man doesn't go back to America soon I'm going to have to stitch my pussy lips closed to keep from fucking him.” She hissed beneath her breath before bursting into laughter. “Oh God, this is so not fair! Lord, why did you make me so crazy over this damn fool? Why Lord, why?”

Yes, it was a rhetorical question.

Kalli Gentile, Armani’s press
liaison stared blankly at him as he broke the news to her about his amicable break up with Charmayne. She really could not believe that it was finally over. Armani and Charmayne’s engagement had been an on again, off again catastrophe from the very first second it was announced. Kalli had flipped, turned and spun so many stories to the free press about it her head swirled around and around just thinking about it.

Frankly, she was glad that it was finally over. Initially the romance between Armani and Charmayne was a romantic fantasy followed and
reveled by every magazine in the UK and the US. The couple was featured on shows like Good Morning America, The View and countless other TV shows in France and the United States. Charmayne was a beautiful, sassy, rich African American princess in love with a handsome, charismatic real life French Prince of African descent. The press devoured it like grandma’s fresh baked apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

As the years rolled on and the
countless indiscretions, postponements, breakups and allegations of infidelity surfaced the world quickly grew tired of the once charismatic couple. The best Kalli could do was to pray that it was that their volatile affair stayed out of the lime light and remained in the gossip rags where it belonged. At least then, she didn’t have to defend and deflect the rumors that the engagement was a big sham and an elaborate publicity stunt to polish Armani’s less than admirable past.     

Yes, Kalli did the Happy Dance in her mind, although her face remained stoic.
Over the years since Armani’s motorcycle accident the couple had grown about as compatible and close as a porcupine and a baby kitten. Kalli was sick of it and she was tired of defending the validity of their romance to the press.

“So, basically what you are telling me is that it’s officially over. This is not just another postponement?” She asked as she watched
the handsome prince fiddle with his phone.

“Yes it’s definitely over. Charmayne
Harrison and Armani Fabre′ are officially done. I’ve discovered that we have virtually nothing left in common.”

“Not even sex?” Kalli abruptly interrupted without thinking.
Armani raised an eyebrow and eyed his lovey employee. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have asked that question. It was inappropriate. Never mind don’t answer that.”

Armani chuckled. “
I had no intent upon answering it. It’s cool. I mean you’re almost family, right?”

A dry sm
ile slowly crept across Kalli’s lovely face before she answered. “Yeah, I guess we are almost family. I mean we still have a few hurdles to clear but, yeah we’re family.”

“So, how’s he doing anyway? I haven’t heard much from him lately.
Please tell me he’s behaving himself.”

“Who?” Kalli asked puzzled.

“Hunter… My cousin… Your fiancé… Are you okay? You seem distracted.”

“Oh… Oh… Okay! No, I’m fin
e. I just loss my train of thought briefly. I must have suffered from a momentary brain fart. I’m okay.”

Armani chuckled. “Hey you don’t have to explain it to me. I suffer from those all the damn time. Hell sometimes I think I’m losing it.
In fact a couple of times my brain has bypassed the fart and taken a straight out shit.” They laughed.

Kalli nodded to indicate that she understood perfectly. “Y
eah, but you’re much better, right.  I mean… Things are better now right? I know you had a lot of issues with your memory and everything after the accident, but that’s all better now, right.”

“Yeah!
My memory is fine now. I think the problem was not so much as amnesia as it was coming to grips that I was such an ass before the accident!” Armani laughed. “Hell, I couldn’t believe half the bullshit that I put my parents and Charmayne through. I was a Grade A certifiable ass!”

Kalli snickered. “You were pretty obnoxious. I could hardly stand you when I took this position. You were such a womanizing dick! I mean I didn’t even want to meet with you alone. Do you remember that dinner meeting we had and you tried to…”

“No! No, I don’t and please don’t remind me of it. That was the old Armani… I’m not that guy anymore.”

“Yeah, I know. Thank God for that, at least something good came out of the accident. Did you ever remember what happened that night?”

“Not a damn detail… And you know what? I don’t even think about it anymore. All I know is that God gave me a second chance to live right. So, I’m going to use it to help others.”

“Honestly Armani, this breakup can be a pivotal point in your political career if we play it right. I hate to say it, but your engagement to Charmayne just
anchored you to the old Armani in the public eyes. Now, we have an opportunity to convince them that the new Armani is a man that they can look up to, trust and admire.”

Armani simply nodded as he considered what Kalli was trying to say. He knew that his engagement to Charmayne did more to hurt his political aspirations than to help them. Yes, Charmayne’s dad had forged a lot of strong political bonds
and wield a whole lot of political clout in America. Hell, but that was America, not France and certainly not Africa. Her rich daddy could do nothing to make or break Armani’s political career abroad.

Armani
tried desperately to give his heart the opportunity to reignite the spark between him and Charmayne, but it never happened. He searched daily for something, anything that would indicate to him why he fell so hard for her in the past. Instead he found only distance, deceit and destruction. Eventually, his heart led him away and burned fiery for another woman, a woman he’d never even met.

“
I agree totally. You’re right. So I want to you to make the official announcement as soon as possible. And Kalli please do it before one of these rags leaks the dirty details.”

“Since we are family I guess I can safely ask… What are the dirty details?”

Armani hesitated, sighed and then responded, “The long and the short is that I don’t love Charmayne anymore. I tried and I tried and I just don’t. Besides Charmayne…” He hesitated again as he tried to shake an image out of his brain.

“What is it? What did she do Armani?” Kalli asked.

Armani eyed Kalli to see if he could trust her with the news although he knew he could. “Kalli, Charmayne cheated on me.”

“Oh damn… Sorry to hear that.”

“It gets worse.” Armani confessed.

“Armani, please do not tell be that witch is knocked up or I’ll go drive a stake through her cold damn heart myself.”

Armani laughed. “What? Stakes are driven into a vampire’s heart. Witches are burned on a stake.”

“I don’t care! I said what I was going to do to her, not what was politically, well mythologically correct! In fact that’s exactly what I’ll do! I’ll drive a stake through her heart, stake her to the ground and then burn her ass to death!”

“Luckily for all of us, Charmayne is not pregnant and she broke off the engagement before I had a chance to. So, put your medieval tools back in the shed where they belong.” Armani laughed. “Damn you were going to go cold medieval times on her ass!”

“Hey don’t let this damn skirt trip you up! I will put a bitch on her back and shank her ass quick if she messes with me or mine!” She snickered. “This is DC, Chocolate City by way of Paris and don’t play!”

“Well, I can see that. Okay Ms. Ghetto Fabulous and Loving It, can you just handle the press on this one and make sure that they understand that the breakup was mutual.”

“Don’t worry… I’m on it! I know exactly what I’m going to say.”

Armani chuckled. “I bet you do. You’ve probably been waiting to release this story since the day I announced the engagement. Be nice and I’m only going to warn you once!”

Kalli giggled. “No comment! Well, except…
What the hell ever!”

Armani laughed.
“Kalli, I’m serious! Keep your personal feelings for Charmayne out of this. Okay? Look, just be professional.”

“
Professional? You know this whole affair was a damn disaster and basically political suicide.”

“Yeah I know!” He agreed. “But in my defense I was trying to do the right thing.”

“You just did. In less than an hour I will be officially calling this bullshit off, on your behalf!” She laughed.

“You’re
really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Hell yeah! What? You know Miss Charmayne and I have never seen eye to eye. She can’t stand me and I
sure as hell can’t stand her.”

“Yeah, I kind of picked up on that one. Maybe you two will get along a little better after the wedding.”

“What damn wedding?”

Armani stared at Kalli as if she had just had a stroke. “Your damn wedding! Did you forget you’re getting married in a less than three months?”

“Oh… No I didn’t! Actually that statement was way off topic.”

“How was it off topic? Isn’t she in your wedding as one of your bridesmaid
s?”

Kalli stared at Armani and blinked hard as if she was confused
why he’d bother to ask her that question that silly damn question. “Not any damn more! I did that out of respect for you and Hunter, since they are best buds. I don’t feel like dealing with her damn drama. You know she’s going to be bitter that I married a prince and she didn’t. So, no! Charmayne will not be in my wedding and no Charmayne and I will probably never get along.”

“So, you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“I asked
you earlier about Hunter and the wedding.”

Kalli sighed. “Hunter’s good.
Frustrated, we’re on a no sex to the wedding diet. The wedding… Well the wedding is another topic for another day.”

“Yeah,
that’s cool. I’m sure you have a lot to handle and don’t feel like bringing it up.”

“You have no idea.” Kalli mumbled beneath her breath as she looked at the caller ID on her ringing phone.
A sexy smile slid swiftly across her beautiful face. Sending the call to voicemail she quickly recovered. “So, I’ll have a press release out in about thirty minutes.”

“That’s great.” Armani sighed and nodded. He was relieved that it was finally going to be officially over.

“Armani, please tell me that you’re not going to return to your playa ways now that you are single again.”

He chuckled. “No
, you won’t have to worry about that, those days are gone. I’m ready to settle down, get married and have some kids.”

“Good.
So, is there anybody special in your life that I should know about? You know how I hate surprises, so tell me now before I read about it in the Enquirer.” Kalli fished.

A sly sexy grin illuminated Armani’s face. “I’ll let you know the moment I find her.”

Kalli smiled. She knew Armani was holding out on her, but she didn’t want to pry. Besides, she had a phone call that she urgently needed to return. “Great! I’ll look forward to it.”

Hunter
Fabre′ Bazile, the younger cousin of Armani and Fabian, was the poster boy for spoiled little rich boys from the moment he was born. Now Hunter’s mom was the sister of Armani’s dad. She was a stately beautiful noblewoman who married a traditional Frenchman of noble decent. Translation, both of Hunter’s parents were white. Now, Hunter never once felt this made him better or more privileged than Armani or Fabian, even though in his grandparent’s eyes he was. Hunter however loved the fact that his cousins were of African heritage and took it as an opportunity to embrace the African American culture and its women.

Naturally, he realized that Armani and Fabian were not African Americans. Hunter just happened to have a fascination and fixation on African American women. He loved their divalicious sassy and attitude. He loved it almost as he loved their
curvaceous bodies and round onion booties.

Dating women of African American descent exclusively he soon drove his parents to drink, especially his dad. Hunter’s mother loved her nephews and wholeheartedly rally behind her brother’s decision to marry Fatima, Armani and Fabian’s mom. Still others, like her parents were against it from the start and struggled to accept Fatima and her sons into their family.

   No, it didn’t matter that Fatima was African Royalty and literally the sole heir to billions of dollars in diamonds. The only thing that they could see was that their only son, Latimore had married a black woman. Initially, Armani and his brother felt the sting of their blatant racism which was directed more towards their mother than at them. However as their grandparents grew older and wiser it eventually became accepted and they reconciled their relationship with their son and his beautiful African wife.

Raised in a culturally diverse home, Hunter and his brother
, Niles never had an issue with Armani and Fabian and openly embraced them as their blood relatives.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Hunter asked as he anxiously answered his phone.

“Not much… Just returning your call.”

“I’m bored and feeling a little naughty. Are you in?”

“You know I’m working right?”

“Yes… But you know you’re my woman and you really don’t have to work. You work because you want to work. All I’m asking is for you to take an afternoon off. Okay.”

“So what did you have in mind?”

“It’s a surprise. I’ll text you a location, meet me there.”
The handsome young prince grinned at the thought of what he had planned for his lady love.

“Okay. Give me and hour. I have to finish up a few things before I leave.”

“See you then.” Hunter relied as he stripped down for a hot shower.

Handsome by any standard Hunter was a tasty vanilla milkshake with whip cream and a cherry on top. Shorter than his cousins, but a little taller than the average man, he stood almost six feet even. He worked out obsessively, so his body was ripped and cut much like a professional fitness trainer. Hunter was tan and had stunning grey eyes which he inherited from his dad. His hair was brown and thick and naturally curly. It was a perfect link for a woman to grab on to while her man is handling some business downtown.

Yes Hunter was handsome, sexy and charming and right now he was extremely horny. He couldn’t wait to dive between those bronze thighs and swim in her chocolate juices. He immediately got hard just thinking about it. Taking the liberty to handle that, Hunter took matters in his own hands per say and retreated to the shower.

~*~*~

Hunter was ass out, butt crack naked when he heard a faint knock at the hotel suite door.

“Yeah, who is it?” He asked as he approached.

“It’s me.” He heard her say. “Okay give me a second.”

A devious grin swept his face as he realized that it was about to get Freak Nasty in that suite in about ten seconds. Tugging his dick briskly he got it hard and ready for her before he opened the door. Now with his dick standing at full mass and ready for some love, Hunter opened the door.

She said not a damn word as she tossed her purse to the floor, ripped off her jacket and dropped to her knees before him. Waiting for instructions her big eyes met his.

“Take your top off.” She did. Rubbing her full breast through her pink bra he stroked his engorged manhood. “
Now take your bra off!” She did. His dick jerked violently at the sight of her perky heavy breast. “Fuck… You’re so beautiful!” He groaned as he continued to pleasure himself in front of her. Her mouth watered and her sex started to drip in anticipation. “Put your hands behind your back so I can feed you this big cock!” He commanded as he grabbed her by her long hair and pulled her head towards his groin. She did. “Now open your mouth and wrap those beautiful lips around this thick cock!” She did.

Hunter’s eyes rolled back into his head as the beautiful submissive woman sucked his hard dick into her mouth and deep within her throat. “Ah fuck yeah! That feels so damn good.”

Her eyes met his and smiled. She was so wonderfully beautiful. Hunter loved her. Hell he loved every damn inch of her. He conceded that she was perfect for him. She more than any woman Hunter had ever known knew how to please him. She knew every hot button he had and she even introduced him to some he never knew he had. Hunter loved it when she was submissive to him like that, but he loved it even more when she handcuffed him and forced him to submit.

Hollowing her cheeks and ramping up her suction power she soon had his legs trembling uncontrollably. She knew he was close to release.
Her pussy thumped at the thought that it would soon be her turn. Unfortunately, she couldn’t gratify her aching clit as Hunter had commended her to put her hands behind her back. She dared not defy him.

Whimpering against his dick still embedded in her throat she begged. “Please, oh please rub me.”

Hunter heard her. A demonic grin glazed his face as he pulled her by her hair, thus feeding her another inch of dick. “What? Oh… You want Daddy to pet your cat? Is that what you want?”

She nodded her head as she sucked harder in an effort to make Hunter blow his wad. His knees buckled momentarily. “Shit! That feels amazing! Fuck! You ought to patent that shit!”

She whimpered again as her need became even greater. Hunter heard her but chose to ignore her. He knew that she was less than a hillbilly cunt lick away from exploding and so was he. His raging release was kicking him repeatedly in the crack of his ass, causing him to flinch and clinch his muscular ass cheeks together. He fought it with everything that he had and was too consumed with his own need to entertain hers. 

She watched as his grey eyes turned black with a thin ring of grey. He was about to come and she knew it. Smooching and popping and sucking his dick in repletion she soon had his horny as exactly where she wanted him. Her eyes smiled at him
and gave him the patented, “I got your fucking ass now look!”

Hunters knees buckled as he grabbed her long hair tighter and face fucked her as hard as he could, shoving the remainder his thick dick down her throat. Suddenly he let out a He Man Masters of the Universe scream. Coming hard and fast he squirted violently into her mouth. She smiled as she allowed the thick white cream to ooze out and drip down her face. Hunter never noticed or cared he was having an out of body experience and was somewhere on a beach in the south of France sipping fruity mixed drinks and frolicking with naked college girls.

He sighed deeply as the last of his load emptied into her mouth. Releasing his grip on her hair, Hunter tried desperately to focus on the beautiful woman who had just given him so much insurmountable pleasure. He smiled as she finally came into vision.

“
Woman you are incredible! Please tell me that this won’t end when I get married.”

Takara, Hunter’s personal assistant
eyes instantly drooped with sadness as the reality of the situation finally hit her. She would never wed Hunter as she dreamed. The man she so desperately loved was engaged to be married to another. Hunter immediately saw the sadness in her eyes.

“
Takara, I’m sorry, that was insensitive. I didn’t think before I spoke. I can be such an ogre sometimes.”

“No… It’s okay!
I understand your situation. Yes, if that’s what you want of me, then that’s what I will do. You know that you can trust me to be discreet.” She declared as she wiped Hunters semen from her pretty face.

Hunter simply nodded okay as
he gently stroked her face in an effort to comfort her and to let her know that he cared for her as well. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. I haven’t jumped the broom yet.”