Mimi and Jack had converted the front door of the 2 sided house into their main door, opening up their apartments to freely move between the two. They had moved most of his things into her apartment and he rarely went to his anymore. He relished spending every night with her and waking up to her every morning.
Mimi took advantage of the hallway separating their apartments, putting a small peach and cream marble topped end table between 2 cream colored wicker chairs. She hung a few plants from the ceiling and placed a few large potted plants on the floor next to them. A round Persian rug with various shades of peach, cream and burnt sienna brought it all together, making it a cozy little spot where they could relax.
It managed to tie the apartments together, making it look more like one house. They sat out there almost every morning, drinking fresh French roast coffee, enjoying each others conversation and watching the sun come up through the huge glass paneled front door.
Things were going so fantastic for Mimi she was actually a little nervous that she would wake up from this dream and it would all be gone. Her life was so much different now than it had been before. She found her self dreaming of the future with hope, instead of dwelling in her unlucky past with dread. She felt like she was on top of the world, like there was nothing she could not achieve, she was becoming invincible. She also knew for a very serious fact that she was in love with Jack and as joyous and thankful as she felt, she could not shake that nagging fear.
Loving him had brought the reality of death along with it.
She shook in terror at the mere thought of Jack meeting the same unfortunate fate as her parents. She worried about him constantly, always making sure he was safe and secure. He didn't seem to mind, he seemed to sincerely appreciate her concern, and his face glowed in appreciation every time she fussed over him.
The problem was she had watched her mother's heart slowly die inside of her half dead body after the love of her life had died. Mimi had lived her life with a deep fear and hatred of love and all that it stood for. It was after her mothers death, that she had made the solemn oath to never allow love to enter her life again.
Love only brought pain and suffering, or so she had thought.
Realistically she knew she was playing a tricky game, for all she knew her love for Jack could back fire on her; but for right now, she just did not care. When she was with him, all she could think about was him and those amazing things he kept doing to her body and mind, the way he looked at her and made her feel like the most desirable and sexiest woman in the world.
She just wanted to live in the moment, she wanted to enjoy him for how ever long that may be, and regardless if it's 1 month or 1 lifetime, she was down for whatever, so long as she was with him.
***
Aries was bewitched and there was no denying it, he was infatuated with this curvy caramel minx, and just the thought of her turned his dick into a stone monument. He loved fucking her, he loved making love to her, he loved touching her, he loved talking to her. Her body tormented him when he wasn't able to touch it. Whenever she walked by him in the restaurant, his hands and dick twitched to caress her lush curves.
He had also noticed that she was in the process of expanding her new wardrobe, and he was paying attention to the little skirts and tops he knew she bought thinking of him. He wondered if her pussy got wet thinking of him standing at the register as she purchased the clothes. He knew his cock went wild when ever he bought her dirty little outfits to wear only for him.
He remembered the first night he had brought her a skimpy little peach bikini top and a skirt so small it looked like a nylon belt. He thought his cock was going to explode when she came into the living room wearing it, the sheer material clinging to her curves. Her nipples almost glowing through the material, begging to be set free and taken deep into his mouth. He was reduced to a little boy when he looked at her, wanting to just curl up in her lap and latch on to one of those tempting nipples.
She had walked slowly to the stereo, the lust filled look in his eye encouraging her. The melodic begging beats of Marvin Gaye oozed through the speakers, seducing them both.
She walked over to him very slowly, the anticipation of reaching him overwhelmed her, and her needy pussy could feel the slight vibration with every step she took. He watched her, her passion staining her face, the wicked wave of her hip, the ball breaking bounce of her breasts. His anticipation was turning to torture, his hands needed to be all over her, right NOW!
She stood proud before him, letting the lust in his eyes and the rhythm of the music take control of her wanton body, keeping her waist still, she started moving hr hips to the beat, swaying a figure eight, his eyes almost crossing as he watched those hips move in a way that he had never seen hips move before. He was transfixed, she was like some goddess sent down just for him, and he was more than thankful for such an immeasurable amount of luck! He held her hips, kissing her belly, pulling her down to sit on his lap. He could barley contain those delicious hips grinding to the beat, her moist sex brushing against his throbbing hard on.
He wanted to be inside her immediately, but she wouldn't have it. She held his hands back, kissing his full lips, running her tongue down his chin, his neck, sliding off his lap to kneel between his knees, her descending tongue never loosing contact with his skin. Mimi unzipped his jeans, than pulled him out, slowly running her tongue up to the very tip, sliding over it, tasting the salty pre-cum that just kept running, taking just the thick head into her mouth, sucking lightly. He ran his hand through her hair as she began to take the thick shaft deep into her warm mouth. Aries was paralyzed and defenseless against Mimi's administrations, so he laid his head back with a deeply satisfied grin.
He was a lucky man, life couldn't be any better.
***
The aroma from the restaurant clung to the passing breeze, being carried all over the city, making anyone fortunate enough to catch it, run to the restaurant like an undiscovered addict. Word spread fast about the deliciously delectable entrees and the amazing new cook who continually created them. The restaurant was packed everyday, and around lunch time it was nothing to see a small line gathering at the front door, waiting patiently to be seated.
He was proud of her, she was talented and she truly deserved the praise and adulation, but he was beginning to worry about all the publicity. He knew how things worked, Chefs like her were rare, and it wouldn't be long before she had 'under cover' critics coming to taste her food. After of course there would be a glowing report that would lead to even more publicity. He was in a sticky situation, reporters were his enemy, he had to keep himself hidden for a little while longer, he wasn't ready to stop being Jack Smith yet.
The solution was as clever as it was simple; he just removed himself from the scene, letting her take full control of the restaurant. He loved being around her, hell, he couldn't keep his hands off the poor girl, but he managed to keep away or keep himself hidden in the office. There were just too many people in and out on a daily basis and he was playing a risky game of Russian roulette. He had been a huge celebrity, his face plastered on every TV, movie screen, magazine and billboard in the country for years, eventually someone was bound to recognize him.
***
Lucy and Lyndsy were thrilled to death that Mimi was coming out of her depression and her 'series of bad luck'. Things were going brilliant for her now and they really liked Jack, there was something genuine and honest about him, despite the fact that Lyndsy still could not shake the feeling that she had seen him somewhere before. It was strange how familiar he looked, but she just couldn't put it together.
"He doesn't remind you of someone?" Lyndsy asked Luci.
"Yea, my cousin Sid, he has that thick beard and moustache just like him." she answered, popping a fresh grape into her mouth, "that's probably why he looks so familiar to you."
"He does look a little like Sid now that you mention it." Marz said as Luci fed him a grape.
"Maybe." Lyndsy said still unconvinced.
***
"You're taking today off." he said walking up behind her as she diced vegetables on the kitchen counter, preparing their omelets.
"I already took the day before off,"
"So what." he said leaning into her, running his hands up her thighs, "I'm not letting you leave here." he slid his hand around to her belly, than slid it down the front of her tiny yellow bed shorts. Mimi stopped cutting the vegetables as his fingers slipped between her flesh than deep inside of her. She gasped hard, leaning back against him. He slid his other hand up the front of her matching yellow baby tee, and she dropped the knife on the table. "I want to be inside you all day." he whispered into her ear, both watching his hand under her shirt, his fingers tugging on the sensitive tips. "Jack stop, let me finish-"
"You really want me to stop?" he asked sliding his finger out of her slowly. She wanted to clench her things and make him finish, but she had to be realistic, she had to go to work.
"yes." she said weakly." he slid his finger out of her and she wanted to object.
"Than why is your pussy so wet?" he asked holding his finger up to show her his soaked finger. "Fuck the omelet, I want you for breakfast." he said sliding his finer into his mouth, nosily sucking her juices from it. She was panting a little, trying to gather all her will power to stop him, the clock was ticking.
