"Fuck you!" she yelled into the phone. "And stop fucking calling me, it's over!" She slammed the phone on the hook. She sat down on her couch and checked the tears threatening to pour from her eyes. She had been with Jake for six months, and they had been the best six months of her life. It was perfect from the first minute they had laid eyes on each other. Of course she had been a little nervous at first, they were just so different!
She was mullato, he was white.
He was rich, she was poor.
She was a twenty-one year old virgin, scared of sex, he was twenty-eight and craved constant sex.
It didn't seem possible that two so different could be compatible, but it just all happened so naturally, like it was meant to be. She had to admit he was the perfect boyfriend, despite his fierce temper and dominant nature. He had movie star good looks, with thick black hair, and pale gray eyes that could make her wet from across the room. Plus the sex was amazing!
No, incredible!
No, better! There was just no word strong enough to do it justice. His only flaws were his dangerous fear of commitment and his rampant libido.
Jake listened as she slammed the phone in his ear. He knew exactly why she was upset, he even understood.
It had all started with a fight, nothing new lately, since he was fighting his feelings for her and she was aware of it. He was Jake Stone for god sake, billionaire bachelor, and the ladies loved him. He had no room for love in his life.
Unlike previous women in his life, she had stormed out after the fight. He was shocked, being used to docile women who did not argue back or storm out on him. so he went out with a few friends, got drunk and decided to bring two women back home with him. He needed to show her who ran the show, who was the boss, he refused to loose his finely tuned control to a crazy little thing like love.
He couldn't even take the girls up to his room, it seemed wrong. He had spent many memorable nights in that bed with her, endless hours of sex, feasting on her, adoring each other's bodies. So when the blonde with the huge saline breasts suggested they go to his room, he was overcome with disgust.
So there he sat in a huge chair in the entertainment room, one girl on her knees sucking his limp cock as the other girl slowly stripped her clothes off trying to tempt him. It didn't work, he had visions of caramel thighs, large upthrust caramel breasts tipped with silver dollar cinnamon nipples, pale hazel eyes that could look as innocent as an angel as she begged him to fuck her. His anger surged that he couldn't even get hard, no matter how hard he tried, he just seemed to go deeper into his need for her, even with two sexy women ready to do his bidding.
It was her fucking fault! Jezebel, that bitch!!! She had some kind of control over him, and he was furious! His brain ran over the facts, trying to rationalize how he could have lost control of his emotions. her mother's father was an African shaman, the witch had probably cast some root or spell on him. He paid no attention to the two women trying desperately to please him and his cock was still limp as he debated the logic of witchcraft. Even though deep inside he knew it wasn't possible, that he had just lost his carefully guarded control.
She was sick of this shit! She had only been gone for a few hours, but she already missed him, she needed him, her body craved him! So she went back to the mansion, deciding to confront him with the feelings she knew he fought against. Or she could just forget the fight, fuck him and wait until he was ready to admit his feelings. She didn't care, so long as he touched her.
He didn't hear her come in, but he sensed her there and looked up, it almost seemed fitting that she would walk in and catch him, he couldn't have planned it any better. He didn't move a muscle as he looked at her, her mouth wide open in shock and all he could think about doing was grabbing her by her hair and ramming his now hard cock in her mouth until she choked. But looking deeper, he saw it, the pain was there, written all over her face. he grinned smugly at his accomplishment than she turned and left. He had broken a few girls hearts like this, but he had never done it on purpose before, he did it because he was him and he could. Funny, he didn't get that sadistic satisfaction he usually got when he watched a woman's heart break. He felt almost sick to his stomach.
So he fantasized about mastering her, dominating her, making her bend to his will and finally the girl sucking him off had a mouthful that he refused to let her spit out. "Good job, now get out." he said after she swallowed, "What?" "Get the fuck out!" he roared and the girls, a little nervous, and they ran out half dressed. He leaned back in the chair and let the obscene amount of liquor he drank take over, he passed out.
His friend Harvy had been dating her closest friend Jenna for two months and it was getting serious, even though Jenna would tell Harvey about Jezebel and he would swear to not tell Jake, his loyalty was to his friend. He had found himself giving daily reports to Jake, anxious that they would both swallow their stubborn pride and reconcile. So when Jenna told him about Jezebel's plans for the evening, he tensed up and called him almost frantic, fearing Jake's temper once he found out, but fearing it more if he found out and Harvey didn't tell him. So he called with the bad news.
"She's going out on a date." he said, Jake was silent, he knew his friend well, he was only silent right before he became deadly.
"No she's not." he finally said in denial.
"She is, Jenna set her up with one of her friends from work." he reluctantly told him.
"WHAT?!" he roared, "You let her-"
"No Jake, I swear I didn't know shit until ten minutes ago." silence again, but Harvey swore he could hear Jake's anger boiling in his veins.
"When?"
"Tonight, he's picking her up at 9:00." Jake hung up the phone and sat on his black leather couch. His anger making his whole body shake. They had only been apart for one week, he had half expected her to come crawling back to him, like every other woman in his past. He should have known better, she was different, she was a prideful bitch, almost as stubborn as him, and as much as he denied it, he loved it, he wouldn't change her for the world.
He dialed her number and almost got hard just hearing her voice.
"Hello."
"What makes you think I would allow you to date someone else?" he asked. she hung up, butterflies tearing through her stomach instantly. Of course it rang again immediately, this was Jake she was dealing with.
"Hello."
"If you hang up again, i will be at your door in 5 fucking minutes!"
"Really." she laughed.
