My Little Secret (4 page)

 

I laughed all the way through dinner. It's funny how shit comes together because when I called Nevaeh I was trying to get my mind off Midori. I'm not even going to hold you. I was scheming, trying to think of a way to rub that shit in her face, and to my surprise, I was able to do just that.

Nevaeh is absolutely beautiful, with kissable lips, a fat ass, and curves in all the right places. She kind of puts you in the mind of Hoopz from the
Flavor of Love
reality show. I had to show her off before we got into something. It turned me on that everywhere we went, men fell all over her, not knowing that they didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of taking her home. She let me do whatever I wanted to do to her, and it was so easy to make her cum. She made sure it was worth her while being with me whenever she came through.

On the flip side of that, we never worked out because we were too much alike. She demanded too much of my attention, and wasn't understanding of the fact that I had deadlines to meet. I was just supposed to be cool with her running around all crazy, doing photo shoots and shit, but when I was trying to push out an eighty-thousand-word manuscript she couldn't understand that I needed some alone time.

With that aside, we were in the right place at the right time to make Midori miserable. It was funny running into them because I was just commenting on the car that was parked in front of mine waiting for valet to move it. I kept saying that I had seen it somewhere, and as soon as I walked into the restaurant and saw Midori, I knew it would be on.

She looked extra uncomfortable, and I was enjoying it a little too much. I mean, shit, I showed her that I loved her unconditionally, and this is how it ends up for me? Her husband was making me sick too, with his corny ass, but he would prove to be useful later on. I just had to figure out how I would use him to my benefit.

When Nevaeh and I got home that night, I tore that ass up, but I couldn't even look at her because all I kept seeing was Midori. My mind drifted, and I pictured it was Midori lying there instead of Nevaeh. I treated her body just like I did with Midori, taking her nipples into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them until her body started to tremble. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, since we were both sitting up in the bed, and I used the small electric vibrator she liked so much to stimulate her clit.

She had the “butterfly” inside of her, and I held the controller in my hand, switching the speed from low to high simultaneously. She was squirming on top of me and moaning in my ear, and that shit had me ready to cum. I almost said Midori's name out loud, but I caught myself. Nevaeh was so into it, I don't think she would have noticed.

But I wanted to get this done and over with. Pressing her clit between my thumb and forefinger, and turning the butterfly on high had her going into convulsions, and before long, she was depositing a sticky puddle on my sheets.

We showered and got into bed afterward, and before I knew it, it was morning. She didn't stick around, saying that she had a show to do in Paris, and that she had to get home and pack. I acted like I didn't want her to go, but I was relieved she was rolling out. Maybe I could actually get some work done.

It's been three days since that entire restaurant incident, and Midori has been ringing my phone off the hook. I didn't bother to answer either phone, and by the third day I had turned the ringer off on my home phone, and my cell phone was completely off, forwarding my messages straight to voice mail. I would check my messages periodically, and the only calls I returned were to my publicist and to my publisher, the CEO of Hot Topicz Publications.

I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to buy her a birthday gift or not. What I should do is take her all the shit I bought her for Valentine's Day instead. I bet her husband doesn't know she has a fetish for vibrators. I swear I don't feel like being stressed out right now, but every time I think about that shit I get mad.

I already have my outfit picked out. I got a cute little black Juicy Couture mini dress with silver-and-black stiletto open-toe heels to match. I'll be topping it off with silver accessories, and I'll probably get my hair pulled up off my neck somehow. Either way, I'll make sure I'm noticed when I walk up in there, and Midori will wish she had brought her ass over here like she was supposed to.

I had forty-two missed calls from her over the last three days and about twenty-seven messages, starting with her apologizing, and ending with her cursing me out. I'm sure she's just scared I am going to say some shit to her husband, but her secrets are safe with me. She will learn not to make promises she can't keep after this, though. I guarantee you that.

 

Jaydah wouldn't answer any of my calls. I have been calling her since the night we left the restaurant, trying to talk to her. It was an awkward evening, to say the least, but I survived. I wanted to touch base with her before she showed up at my party. I know there isn't any sense in trying to talk her out of coming at this point, but maybe if I could offer her something to diffuse the situation a little she might just act right. Most importantly, I want to know who the hell that woman was who was with her. Was she my replacement?

I should have been a damn actress because Lord knows I gave an award-winning performance at that table, but in reality I was ready to snap out. I really couldn't hear what anyone was saying. I was annoyed at Jaydah and this Nevaeh bitch, and Ray kept rubbing my stomach like we already had a child on the way. I have never been that irritated in my life, and if Jaydah had said that Nevaeh was
heaven
spelled backwards one more time, I would have went the hell off.

Jaydah and Ray together that up close and personal was too much going on at one time.

When I come down the stairs, the hired help is putting the finishing touches on the party decorations. Ray had all of the furniture in the dining room moved upstairs so the room can be used for dancing. The French doors opened to our indoor pool area, where all of the refreshments and drinks will be served, since it's too cold to be outside. We won't be doing a traditional sit-down dinner for the party, just hors d'oeuvres, such as wings, caviar, and finger sandwiches.

The decorations are absolutely beautiful. There are streamers and balloons hanging up around the room in silver, gold, and black to match the silk tablecloths and gold centerpieces. A gold fountain spewing rum punch sits to the side, and the lights in the pool will be turned on later tonight. Everything is perfect, and the smells from the food cooking in the kitchen remind me that I'm hungry. I have to fit into my dress later on, though, so I won't be eating too much.

After a small breakfast and a quick shower, I follow the schedule that Ray had set up for me for today. He gives me an all-day spa treatment as one of my birthday gifts every year, and I will be getting my hair and nails done from the stylist team he has coming to the house later on tonight. When I go outside to get into my car, there is a limo waiting for me in the driveway to take me everywhere I need to go.

I am so surprised, and when I turned to get Ray he is standing at the top of the steps, smiling down at me. Even though Ray and I don't have a romantic type of relationship, he always goes out of his way to make my birthday a special day for me, which is part of the reason why I lied to Jaydah about when I was born. I couldn't take this day from him even if I wanted to.

“Happy birthday, baby.” Ray smiles at me from the top of the steps.

“Ray, everything is coming together so nicely. I love you,” I say before I realize what I'm saying. I hadn't uttered those words to him in years, and he rarely told me he loved me, so I just keep it moving.

“I love you too, baby. Now get going. You have a schedule you need to keep.”

We kiss, and then he opens the car door for me to get in. I sit back in the seat and pour myself a glass of champagne, still shocked at our exchange of affection
. I love you.
Three simple words that I have probably said to Jaydah a million times over the last two years. The funny thing is, I am not a hundred percent sure that I actually do love her. I mean, I care a lot about her, but love? Now, I'm not so sure. I love the things she does to my body, but I can't honestly say she has my heart. Lately, I'm starting to think that my husband still has it in the palm of his hands, and I have forgotten about it.

The limo pulls up to the spa center a half hour later, where the woman who would be doing my massage greets me. I'm glad it's a woman and not a man because they tend to be too rough.

I do as I am instructed and remove all of my clothes and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe. The masseuse tells me to get up on the table after she begins playing a tape with slow music.

I close my eyes when her soft hands make contact with my back, and she rubs warm oil into my skin.

 

 

I close my eyes tighter and pretend I am back at Jaydah's condo the first night we decided we would make love. By that time we had been hanging out for a few weeks, flirting with each other and all that. It was raining outside, and I remember being pissed at Ray about some shit that happened the previous evening.

“Take off your clothes and lay across the bed. I'll give you a massage,” Jaydah said almost innocently while she got up to get her massage oil out of the hall closet.

I was hesitant at first, but I quickly stripped down to my thong and lay on my stomach so my breasts would be covered.

She came back to the room in a thong also, and lust was written all over her face. She started at my feet and worked every knot out of my tired body. Pretty soon, all thoughts of Ray and how much he pissed me off were erased from my mind, and the feeling of her warm hands running up and down my body made me feel at ease.

She had a firm yet gentle grip that made my tense muscles melt like butter in her hands. I tensed up a little when I felt her hands rub across my bare ass, and when her thumb grazed the lips of my pussy, my walls began to pulsate. I said I was not going to go there with her, but my body was betraying me, producing a sticky sweetness that made my thong stick to my body.

Umm . . . maybe we should stop.
I realized that thought didn't reach my lips when I heard a moan instead.

Jaydah took the initiative and spread my legs, taking post in between them. She massaged the insides of my thighs, her fingers teasing the space in between the lips of my pussy and where the insides of my thighs connected.

I stretched my arms out in front of me and placed my head into the pillow to muffle my scream. I wanted to feel something in me, now!

This wasn't my first time being with a woman. There was just something about a woman knowing what she was doing that turned me the hell on. Before I met Ray, I did the girl-on-girl thing plenty of times, but when I really got into my career and met him, I put all of that wild mess to the side . . . until I met Jaydah. Now look at me.

 

As the masseuse continues to work the stress from my body, I daydream about how Jaydah's lips felt pressed against my lips. She had nice full lips and a long tongue that worked magic. She would press her closed mouth against me first, kissing me as if she was kissing the lips on my face. I would spread my legs open, so she could have easy access to what she enjoyed the most. With her lips still closed, she would stick her tongue out, and it felt like it wrapped around my clit on contact. She used her hands to support my back and would squeeze my ass cheeks, causing my lips to open wider.

“Are you enjoying your massage, Mrs. Hunter?” the masseuse whispered in my ear. For a second, she sounded like Jaydah.

“Yes, please don't stop.”

 

I remember her taking my clit into her mouth and humming against it, sending me into convulsions. Jaydah had a way of bringing forth orgasms that made you look like the demon from
The Exorcist
had crawled up in you. I have to press my mouth in the towel to control my orgasm and keep from moaning out loud while getting my massage.

 

Just when I think I'm going to explode, the masseuse is done, and I get up with a flushed face and wobbly legs so I can get my clothes back on. Shit, I'm almost embarrassed, and I give her an extra nice tip for bringing back such fond memories.

Back inside the limo, I talk to Ray briefly before pulling up to Cache to pick up my dress. It's a sexy black tube dress that flares out from the waist and has a semi-train in the back. Silver jewelry from Tiffany's and strappy sandals will complete my outfit. I plan to wear my hair in an up-do, and French on my fingers and toes. Simple, yet elegant.

When I arrive back home all of the decorations are up, the ice sculptures have arrived, and the food smells delicious. When I get up to the room, Ray is lying in the bed knocked out, looking so at peace. I set my bag on the dresser before taking a seat next to him on the bed. The styling team will be here within an hour, and I want to already be showered so my hair won't fall from the steam.

The weight of my body on the bed makes Ray open his eyes, and once he is focused, he smiles at me and pulls me over to lie next to him. I make myself comfortable, resting my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

“How was your massage?” he asks, his voice still a little groggy from his nap.

“Everything was wonderful,” I say, smiling up at him. A little guilt begins to creep in because, when I should have been thinking about him, I was thinking about Jaydah.

“Good, the girls should be here to do your hair shortly.”

“Thanks so much for this, Ray. I really appreciate all of this.”

“Thank you for being my wife. I know we've grown apart over the last few years, but I want us to get back tight again. I miss us.”

I don't even have a comeback for that. A part of me gets a little salty because if it weren't for him running around on me with those office bitches we wouldn't even be having this conversation. That's why I turned to Jaydah for comfort, and now I'm scared that I won't be able to let her go.

Instead of responding, I use my free hand to loosen up his pants and take hold of his dick. It wasn't like he was a Mandingo warrior or anything like that, but he has enough for me to deep-throat without gagging.

He closes his eyes and moans when my warm hand makes contact with his dick, and when I stroke him up and down he gets hard instantly.

I move from my spot beside him, and get on my knees beside him in the bed.

He looks at me through half-closed eyes, and I give him something to look at. Pulling him through the slit in his boxers, I take all of him in my mouth and slurp and suck on him the way he likes it. He holds the back of my neck and fucks my mouth slow, yet urgently, and I am taking that shit like a pro.

With one hand I play with his balls and I use the other to pinch his nipples, until I could taste his eruption in the back of my throat. I suck on him until his shaking subsides and his dick goes limp.

Just as I lean up, one of the helpers knocks on the bedroom door to let us know the stylist has arrived. I don't say a word. I just strip naked and hop in the shower, donning a bathrobe so I won't mess up my clothes. I have my game face on, and I'm ready to get this party started!