Chapter 27

Nyla

After my retail therapy, I headed home with plans to end the night with music, wine, and painting. I could barely get my coat off before my phone was buzzing. I sat the bags on the counter and Molly's picture appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Moll."

"You will not believe who just tried to hire me!" She yelled through the phone in pure anger and hatred.

"Who?" I asked as I lowered myself onto the stool and proceeded to kick my heels off.

"Sullivan!" She spit into the phone like venom.

Molly called to tell me that Sullivan had come to her job with a picture of me he'd found on an artist website. Of course I wasn't alone in the picture, I was standing next to Heinrich. Sullivan could see as well as I could when I looked at the picture it was clear, we were more than friends.

She could barely get the words out she was so angry, but she'd finally told me that he wants to hire her to find out who he is to me.

"What difference would it make if he knew who Heinrich was?"

He had stuck his dick constantly in Becky the secretary while we were together. Heinrich and I were after we were over and done with.

"How could he seriously think that we'd have anything left?" I said looking puzzled at Molly through the phone.

"Babe, he's an ASSHOLE! An entitled ASSHOLE! Have you heard from him?" She spoke her last words almost as a whisper.

"Nope and I'm probably not going to, and I'm moving on and not holding out hope."

"Me and the boys are going to fuck him up. Who does he think he is?" As Molly yelled her threats and thoughts about Heinrich and Sullivan, I drifted off.

Lost in thought, replaying the events over the last few months and how I ended up here. I replayed everything and found myself standing with tears in my eyes.

"Hey, babe. It's going to be ok. Get some rest and call me back, ok?"

"Yeah, of course."

I was fighting back sobs that were becoming relentless. I had completely forgotten that she was there. Everything was so mixed up and messed up.

I laid down in the middle of my living room with the plush carpet surrounding me and I closed my eyes trying not to drop anymore tears. But it was inevitable, and just like the tears that fell down in warm salty streams; right there, I realized I too had fallen.

I'd fallen in love with Heinrich and the feelings weren't mutual. He'd made it clear that he doesn't want me. I wrapped my arms around my waist and held myself tighter than I ever have and closed my eyes.

I awoke to my phone buzzing next to me and as I lifted it to check the caller ID I cleared my throat.

I'd learned in the past few weeks not to get my hopes up when it came to my phone ringing, but silently a piece of me died each time it wasn't him.

It was an unknown number and I instantly declined. Whoever it was would have to leave a voicemail. Moments later my phone buzzed again to notify me of a new voicemail and again like the fool I am, I wished for it to be him.

Pressing play on the voicemail, I turned over on my side with the phone on speaker and let the message play. I played the voicemail and the voice that came through was an unexpected one.

"Nyla, I'd like to talk to you woman to woman. Meet me tomorrow at NoMi Lounge at 7? If you don't show, I know what that means. The reservations will be under Mrs. Stark. Ciao."

Her words stung deep like an open wound with fresh alcohol and she knew just what to say to get me in my feelings.

"Bitch."

Was all I could muster up as I raised myself off of the floor, I already felt low and being on the floor only made it worse.

I felt the need to shower wanting to forget his touch, his taste, and his beautiful cock.

Time has taught me many things and I found myself hearing my own voice saying, "time's up."

It's hard to believe that after a short amount of time someone could infiltrate your heart without even trying. The man filled my pussy, mouth, ass, mind and my heart. The killer part was that he didn't even have to try.

Everything about him still screams stay away, but I know just as the sun rises and sets.. if he calls, I will answer. I'd answer him in more ways than one if he only stops being an ass and calls me.

I undressed watching myself in the mirror, as the tears fell with the pieces of fabric. Taking my hands over my body with longing, I missed the high of having an orgasm and the pleasure of being wanted.

Not too long ago I bathed as my imagination had him watch me pleasure myself to the thought of him. Wanting that feeling again I turned to the shower and entered closing the glass door behind me.

The weight of the water hit me like a ton of bricks and I didn't buckle or back down. I stood taking the heated water in. The water ran over me and the heat felt like a warm mouth covering my body.

Pinching my erect nipples, a moan escaped my mouth, as the pleasure pain sent a signal to my throbbing clit. With the water tracing my body with every drop, my hand continued to explore. I placed one hand on the shower door as I placed soft strokes to my clit and that's when I saw him.

"Goddess, what are you doing?"

Stunned I said nothing staring into the reflection of his beautiful blue eyes that sent goosebumps over my body.

"Is this how you like to come now?"

Taking in a deep breath before I spoke as I continued to stroke my clit not taking my eyes away from his.

"You won't fuck me, a girl has to survive." I said in a breathy voice.

"So, you no longer need my cock. Is that right Goddess?"

His hand covered mine on the glass, and his mouth only centimeters from my ear as he began to grind his thick cock into my ass. I found myself turning my neck into his mouth to take in more of the heat.

"I do need your cock, but it seems to be preoccupied with Peyton."

I felt him come in closer and his grip tightened around mine and I felt his other hand as he began to stroke my pussy from behind. His fingers had nothing on his cock, but a girl takes what she can get. Stroke after stroke, he placed rough kisses into my neck that would leave bruises as his fingers invaded my opening.

"Cum, Goddess." He said in a whisper into my neck and the orgasm I'd been holding escaped me and I felt the heat on my back.

I closed my eyes tighter and could feel his cum dripping down the crack of my ass but when I opened my eyes...I was the only one there.

"Damn you, Heinrich."

Tuesday was here and it was all a blur, Clover was out of the office so I was in charge. There wasn't much to do seeing as though we weren't hosting any events until April. My focus was on Peyton and what the fuck she felt was so important that she needed to say it in person.

"Are you going? Last time you didn't handle it so well. Maybe you shouldn't."

"Moll, I'm going. Last time, I was unprepared. But this time I’m not." I said it with confidence but my stomach had a million butterflies flying and I figured a drink would loosen me up.

"Ny, a small shot or glass of wine, don't over do it." Molly said apprehensively.

"Cynthia will be here soon and I will call you right after, ok?"

"Ok, babe. Beat the skinny bimbo at her own game." I couldn't help but chuckle because Molly came across as a teenager afraid to get caught cussing, rather than an adult.

"Call it like it is Moll, she's a bitch." Molly returned the chuckle.

I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a shot of tequila. I knew she was going to push all my buttons. Peyton reminded me of Regina George from Mean Girls. Only the people close to her would truly know how evil she was.

The entire ride, me and Cynthia caught up. Her and her now fiancé set a date for next Valentine's Day. Ironically, that's the day that my parents had married. Cynthia seemed happy and in love. Damn, I wanted to trade places with her.

"Should I come back in an hour?"

"No, I will be fine. You go home and enjoy your night."

"You too, Nyla." I gave Cynthia a shy smile as the valet opened the door to lead me to the restaurant lounge.

"Do you have a reservation miss?" The tall thin man said as he took my coat.

"I do. I'm here for Mrs. Stark."

"Ahh yes, Miss, right this way. My name is Robert and if you need anything, I'm your man."

"Thank you, Robert and I'm fine for now."

"Mrs. Stark informed me to get you whatever you need, would you like to start off with a glass of wine or a cocktail?"

"Is she not here?"

"She's running a tad behind schedule, Miss."

"I will have a Martini."

"Coming right up, Miss."

Robert walked away and I began texting Molly to let her know that the bitch wasn't even here. Before I could even send the message my drink was in front of me.

My immediate thought was she came here often and was well known, or they came in here often. I took a sip of my martini as I scanned the room. No one here was recognizable. Everyone wore suits and evening dresses. I immediately felt like my retail therapy was a godsend.

When it came to getting ready for the night, I decided that less was more. I wore my champagne off the shoulder twisted waist midi dress with a pair of Fendi motif ankle boots. The elegant look paired with my 3 ct. diamond earrings and chocolate diamond tennis bracelet. My hair was in its natural state, fully bodied with curls.

I figured she'd try to upstage me and I imagined that's what was keeping her from being here. I decided to go with that thought rather than the thought of her being late due to Heinrich cuming inside of her.

Quickly, shaking the thought out of my head and taking a sip of my drink, I heard Robert as he was cooing in what I assume was Peyton’s ear.

"Nyla, I'm so glad you could make it." She said as she sat down. The bitch could be an actress.

"Robert, be a dear and get me and my guest a bottle of Dom Perignon."

"Of course, Mrs. Stark."

We sat in silence as she began to look over the menu that I knew she'd seen a hundred times. I scanned her quickly, taking in her attire. She wore a v-neck long sleeved emerald green fitted sweater dress, but what caught my attention was the mark on her collarbone.

"You mother fucker." I thought to myself as I crossed my legs under the table and held my glass for the waiter to pour my drink.

"Sorry for my tardiness, I was held up." she said as she brushed her collarbone and made it a point to touch the mark.

I wanted to get straight to the point. What the fuck does she want?

"Just tell me why you felt the need to meet with me?"

"Eager beaver." She said with a wink. "I see why he's smitten with you. We both know why he's with me. The real question is why is he with you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't get me wrong darling. You're quite beautiful, but we both know it will never work." She leaned across the table and whispered "You know, the cultural differences."

You know the thing about people like her is they get off on saying things like that to black people, to seem as if they are so much more than what they are.

What she fails to realize is the playing field is even. We both have pussies that will eagerly take his cock. But the difference between us was...

There was no need to make her feel any more inferior than she already was.

With a languid smile on my face, I sipped my drink nice and slow as I watched her think she had defeated me.

"Peyton, Peyton, Peyton. You see the thing he sees in me is what all men see when they look at a sister like myself. They see a Queen. A Goddess. Something you have to try to be, but when I wake up, and I already am. If you had Heinrich the way I have him, then you wouldn't be sitting here at this table, sipping this $800 glass of wine with me."

Check and mate bitch. She looked straight through me and that's when I felt it, Heinrich's hand was on my shoulder.

"Heinrich." She managed to say his name that came out as a plea.

I swallowed hard and looked up at my King who I was in fear was just a figment of my imagination.

He cupped my face and brought my eyes to his and said, "Goddess."

He took his eye from mine and stared at Peyton in disgust. I guess you never really know people. His ex-wife was sitting less than 3 feet away from us. I'm in complete and utter disbelief.

I took my time studying him, and he wasn't the composed and in control King I was used to. Heinrich looked as if he hadn't slept in days, and he definitely hadn't shaved in a few days. Something was wrong. Before I could speak he spoke in his commanding tone.

"My driver is outside waiting for you. Go and wait for me there."

I stood and exited as instructed as Heinrich took my seat and Robert retrieved my fur coat. Peyton's eyes never left me. She could have killed me with the venom in her eyes. Once Robert returned with my coat, Heinrich's driver stood with the Rolls-Royce door open for me to enter.

"Hello again, Miss." He said before closing the door behind me.

My head was swarming with questions the main one. "How did he know I was here?"