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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Sex Weed - Part 4

On his way to pick up the potential client for breakfast, he had time to read over the proposal.

She had done his corrections perfectly and she also made refinements only impressing him, but infuriating him. Why the hell was she so damn perfect?

The client was impressed as well with the proposal and Dyson had to so almost little to no talking to get the client to understand everything in layman’s terms. Melissa’s refinements had made sure of that and the client was sold quickly. Matter of fact, Dyson was on his way back to the office in two short hours with check written out that could pay for Royce’s first year of college

. He stopped at the bank to deposit the check and make sure his personal debit card could cover everything he wanted to do.

He hadn’t done some crazy shit like he had planned in a long while and usually Cheron had planned things like this, but he knew he had pushed too many of Melissa’s buttons and if she didn’t quit, he wouldn’t be surprised if he did one more thing to make her mad.

Yet, he knew it was naturally in his nature to piss people off. He seemed to get off saying the one thing that would make someone mad and he had done this more than enough times with her.

‘And don’t forget all the sex,’ he reminded himself trying not to feel guilty.

He wanted her to continue to be his secretary and he also wanted her sex. ‘You want your cake and you want to eat it too.’

So he would have to do something to give her a reason to put up with his trifling ass as Cheron often called him.

He called Melissa on the way back to the office. “I’ll be there in two minutes and I don’t want to have to come up there. Let Lawrence know if he needs to reach me, hit my phone and tell Adrian as well. We won’t be returning by the end of the day.”

“Why not?” Melissa asked.

“Don’t ask questions,” he snipped tiredly. “Get the flash drive with the red writing that’s on top of my desk and be downstairs in five minutes.”

It took ten minutes to get down to him and he pretended he was busy on his laptop when she got in, but he was really looking at a blank screen the entire time counting the minutes until she came.

“The flash was in your desk. Not on top,” she said, handing it to him.

He only shrugged as if she should have known. He’d already told the driver where to go so he didn’t need to repeat it now that Melissa was in the car.

The driver took them over to the Saint Royal Hotel on the Boulevard in Detroit . Neither spoke to each other while in the car. He tried to work on his presentation for a client he was meeting tomorrow, while she pretended there was something interesting out the window, but he knew she was sneaking glances at him with an indiscernible look in her caramel brown eyes.

“Are we meeting a client?” she asked. “I didn’t bring my note pad.”

He handed her his blackberry, which also served as his phone for the office. “If you need to take notes, you can use that.” This was only a distraction from what they were really going to do, but he didn’t want to go into detail about it.

“Wait here until I see if my arrangements have been made.”

She wanted to protest, but she didn’t and he made his way into the hotel. After speaking with the clerk and paying what he wanted done, he sent a bellboy out to the limousine to take Melissa up to the penthouse he had reserved.

By the time he arrived, she was looking very upset.

“I’m not having sex with you!” she spat.

The bellboy who had escorted her looked embarrassed, but Dyson didn’t flinch.

“I didn’t ask.”

“Then why are we in a hotel in the middle of the day?”

Walking up close until he was inches away from her, he asked, “Do you really think I’d go through the trouble of paying for a penthouse for a couple of minutes of sex with you?”

She snickered, but he had a feeling this was some inside joke.

Dyson’s hand shot out around to grip her nape to force her to look at him. “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, Melissa.”

She tried to snatch away, but his arm was like steel and only he could move it. “I never do. I know you only do things for your own selfish pleasure.”

His eyes were drawn briefly to her mouth and he was close enough to swoop down and taste them. They almost called for him, but he resisted the urge to kiss her. Instead he released her and moved away quickly before he gave in to the urge to kiss her.

“Drink?” he asked.

“I don’t drink on the job.”

“You aren’t on the job.”

“What are you doing, Mr. Peare? Why are we here? You don’t take breaks.”

He paid the uncomfortable looking patient bellboy and once they were alone, the door was locked, he answered her. “You need one - From me. They’ll be up here to help you and cater to your every need.” He checked his watch. “I’ll be back in two for lunch, if you don’t mind having it with me.”

Stiffly, she said, “Yes, I do mind.”

That was not what he wanted to hear. “But?”

It took a very long moment, until she finally said, “I will have lunch with you.”

“Good.” He left to go to the bar.

For two hours, he worked in a table in the bar wondering what the hell had he ordered and if she would hate him more when he returned.

On the dot, he returned to the room and she was just sitting at the table where the hotel staff had set up lunch. The masseuse was just leaving and she actually looked refreshed – stand offish, but refreshed.

“You didn’t change,” he said.

“My clothes were clean,” she replied cordially.

Dammit if she wasn’t the most non-emotional woman he had ever met!

“I want to discuss this situation.”

“Was that your warm up for two hours?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’m not trying to fight.”

“You’re always looking for a fight, Mr. Peare.”

“Why the hell can’t you call me Dyson?!”

She didn’t answer this and it annoyed him even more. Was she purposely trying to get on his nerve?

‘Women are deceitful creatures by nature,’ he remembered Alejandro saying.

Was this bitch playing his game?


And he had fallen for everything! How long had she been playing him?

“I’m starting to get your game, Melissa,” he warned.

She folded her arms over her chest. Her shield was rising.

The feeling of knowing that he was on to her filled him with so much victory. Coming over to her, he licked his lips tempted to kiss her. She didn’t back down despite his proximity.

“Are we going to eat?” she asked, ignoring his warning.

He sat down at the table and lifted the lids off of both of their plates.

“I don’t want to live with you,” she announced suddenly.

He tilted his head to the side. “And how did we get back to this subject?”

“I brought us to this subject.”

“Why don’t we first speak about you living on the street?”

“I’m not.”

“Staying in your van is living on the street.”

“I’m your whore, isn’t that the norm?”

She did it again.

He forced himself to stuff food in his mouth as he tried to recover. “You’re living with me whether you like it or not until you get on your feet.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“Your room will be on the other side of the house. I was thinking we’d explain to the boys that we’ll co-parent until you get on your feet.”

“Co-parent?” she asked. “Did you just make that up?”

He snorted. “Why don’t you want Reed to know about Daniel? I think it’s important for a man to know they he has a son.”

She leaned on the table and said, “The key word here is a man and I realized a long time ago that Reed is no man. He’s a monster.”

A chill went down his spine because he had always thought the same thing about his stepbrother. Maybe some people had thought that about Dyson, but Dyson knew in Reed he had met an adversary that if he wasn’t careful could beat him.

She was just as worthy, but Melissa wasn’t a monster or bitch. She was just a woman who was hurt by a monster.

Continuing, she said, “He dragged me down to Ohio with promises of being together and I married him like a fool and thought it was going to be happy, but then when we returned, he changed. He said he had some things to do and when it was over, we would go, but I had to just stay put. He left and never came back and I was pregnant and I was going to tell him. I had every intention of telling him just to get him back, but then I pressed my ears to the street and I heard of the monster he had become. This man who hurt women and killed men and sold drugs and hurt anyone who got in his way. And then I got to seeing that he didn’t have a son to follow in his footsteps and then he hurt a friend of mine when he found out the woman who was carrying his child and the child was a girl.”

“So you know he’d take Daniel away?” Dyson asked.

“Yes, I know he will. He wants a son. He wants a son so bad that he’d kill until he get one. I don’t want Daniel to grow up in that life. I want a son who’s going to be someone. Who won’t hurt people, who will make something of himself and who will respect women.”
Dyson realized if Reed knew about Royce, he would take the boy as well.

And he knew why Reed wanted a son. It was the one thing that Dyson had and Reed didn’t. But the truth of the matter was that Dyson didn’t have a son and if the truth were know, Reed would have two sons. This didn’t sit well with Dyson.

“So that’s why your secret is more precious than your body?” he asked.

“Daniel is more precious than anything,” she hissed vehemently.

He finished his food but she had yet to touch hers. “Aren’t you going to eat your food?”

“Talking about the past has made me lose my appetite.”

Placing the napkin from his lap on the table, he stood and moved around the table to her. “Why do you allow me to do this to you?”

She looked away from him ashamed. “Because you’re right. I don’t have anyone to go to. I’m here alone and you know I can’t turn to Reed.”

“You’re a good liar, Melissa.” He held out his hand. “Come.”

Warily she took his hand and he led her towards the bedroom, but she flinched and hesitated which made him stop because he didn’t want to let go of her hand and she didn’t want to move further.

“No,” she barely whispered in a disgusted tone.

He yanked her body to his so it pressed against his own and quickly wrapped his arm around her waist molding her body against his. His other hand moved up to grip her nape as she tried to push away from him.

“NO!!” she begged. “You said you wouldn’t.”

“I never said I wouldn’t. You just assumed.” Gawd, he marveled at the beauty of her anger and he was almost tempted to kiss her for her resistance.

She tried to writhe from his grip, but he wasn’t having that. Tears and hate welled in her eyes, but her body began to comply to his. “It’s not fair,” she said.

“What? That I want your sex?”

“That you don’t give me the option to fight.”

He smirked. “You wouldn’t win.”

“You don’t know that,” she said proudly.

With ease he flung her into the room just enough for her to get her balance without him holding her, and giving him the opportunity to lock them inside the bedroom together. “Fine, Melissa. You can fight me and if you win I won’t touch you again. If I win, you succumb to me morning noon and night, call me by my first name in private and won’t threatened to quit no matter what I do to you.”

Did she have to look as if she were making a decision to fight off evil from mankind? He steeled himself ready for her to refuse.

“And to win against you, what do I have to do?”

“Make it out this room,” he said simply.

“And for you to win?”

“Make it in you.” He took off his shirt and tossed it over a chair.

“And you won’t touch me ever again if I win?” she asked to be sure.

Dyson knew she wouldn’t win. “I won’t even look at you like I’m about to touch you,” he swore.

“Are there any limitation?”

“None at all.”

“You’re a man of your word?”

“Yes, Melissa. I swear I won’t –“

She kicked him in the thigh, but her goal had been to his nuts. It was a good thing he had good reflexes, but he was still shocked the bitch had it in her to take him out so dirty. While he recovered, she made a dash for the door. He lunged for her just in time catching her by her thigh and using all his weight to take her down.

With both his hands, he jerked her back in the middle of the room. She screamed her frustrations, but she must have expected he would jerk her like that because her fist came back to try to hit him in the nuts again. He backed up almost falling over a chair in the way and she used that opportunity to run for the door.

Cracking his knuckles, he knew she wasn’t going to fight and he was going to have to pull out all stops. He’d never fought a woman before, but he knew this fight was going to be a very pleasurable for him. He was going to beat her shit until she begged him for more.



  • At 12:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Sylvia you and your cliff hangers UHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
    Anywho good post


  • At 9:15 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Not fair at all, how come you just leave us like that! You know that is not right, but still looking to read more!



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