Page 13 of Secrets on Sapphire

White Russian

She was running down the street wearing bright yellow yoga pants and a black tank. Sweat rolled from her forehead and dropped from her chin, hitting the pavement by her black running shoes. Her thoughts were racing along beside her as the red hair on her head flew behind in the wind. Parker was thinking about how to find the truth behind her ex lover’s death. She was saddened by the thought that he never got to meet their daughter; how he died not even knowing she was pregnant all those years ago. Then she thought of Brielle. Brielle had been the one to tell Sarah she had seen Miles with Calista on that fateful night. She had been the one to give all these tiny details and put all of the thoughts in Sarah’s head about the night her brother died. Brielle. Who was she, really? Evil.

Parker was lost in her thoughts when she felt a chill run down her spine. Ahead of her was the woman she was just thinking of. Brielle. The blue-eyed ice queen was checking her mail. She looked at Parker and smiled. She lifted her arm to wave when Parker caught up to where she was standing.

“Hey!” Parker was slightly out of breath. She grabbed the bottle of water that was attached to her hip by her extremely attractive fanny pack. She took a long sip as Brielle continued staring at her. “So, your dinner party had me thinking . . . why don’t I plan the next book club meeting?”

Brielle shrugged her shoulders. “That sounds like a fabulous idea. I don’t see why the other ladies would care. When Calista first moved in, she hosted an awesome book club meeting. It was one of the best we ever had.”

Parker hadn’t even known Calista and though the green-eyed beauty may have had something to do with Miles’ death, she felt disgusted with the name coming out of Brielle’s mouth. It rolled off her tongue and formed on her lips with such ease. How could you take someone’s life and so easily speak of them? As if they were your friend? Parker took a deep breath and quickly said, “Great. I’ll send out invitations soon.” She forced a smile before running far away from Brielle.

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He pulled her long hair while she faced away from him. She was riding him as rough as she could manage. He lifted his hips assisting his shaft to travel deeper into her. Harley moaned softly before lifting herself off him. She wanted to see her man while she made him come. She placed herself between his legs and her tongue traveled up his bare skin. She reached his chest and lightly tugged on his left nipple with her teeth.

Her boyfriend groaned and moved his hand down to her clit. Harley lifted her entire body in order to place herself on top of his hand. He slipped two fingers into her while she slipped her pierced nipple into his mouth. His tongue was working her pink flesh. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He flipped her over and rammed himself into her. Harley screamed with pleasure and then looked up at her man. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open, letting out multiple gasps and groans until his warm liquid began filling her.

They both were lying in bed trying to catch their breath when a knocking joined the sounds of their heavy breathing. Harley tried to ignore it, but the knocking wasn’t stopping. She got out of bed and threw on her boyfriend’s t-shirt and boxers. She answered the door and another red-headed beauty stood before her.

“Hey Parker.” She leaned against the doorframe with a smile on her face.

“Sorry. Did I interrupt something?” Parker asked while taking in Harley’s attire and ‘I just got lucky’ hair.

“Not quite. We were already finished when the knocking began.”

“Oh good! Okay, well I’m gonna host the next Triple B meeting, so here’s your invitation. I’ve already given the other ladies their invites and they’re all coming. Even Edie.” The words came out of Parker’s mouth so fast; Harley had to replay them in her mind one more time before responding to make sure she caught it all.

“Okay. Awesome! You know you don’t have to do an invitation every time we have a meeting right?” Harley asked.

“Yea, but I wanted to do something special since it’s my first meeting and all.” Parker had a large grin splayed across her face. “Well, I hope to see you there!”

“I’ll be there.” Harley shut the door and turned around, heading toward her kitchen. She placed the invitation on the kitchen counter before undressing. She opened her refrigerator and pulled out chocolate syrup and cool whip before practically running toward her bedroom.

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The women were having their annual reread of the Fifty Shades series by E.L. James. They were on the second book for Parker’s hosted book club meeting. She was so excited to have the ladies at her house for a night of fun. Sarah had told her about Calista’s book club party. She told Sarah she watched the party from afar and could only give few details, but Parker didn’t want it to be a replica, just enough to maybe get the women talking about their long lost friend.

She was dressed in a skin tight, black, cotton dress with royal blue Red Bottoms. Her short hair was pinned back out of her face and her makeup was flawless. The house was decorated very sleek and chic like Christian Grey’s home. She had a model helicopter with Charlie Tango sprawled across it on the table with the wine, glasses, and ice cream bowls. Her invitation advised the women to dress in their most sophisticated and sexiest outfits. Heels were required.

The women all showed up at once. Into Parker’s house they filed in wearing all kinds of sexy attire. Taylor and Sammy both had on black dresses, similar to Parker’s. You can never go wrong with a little black dress. Taylor was wearing gray booties and Sammy had on nude heels. Harley wore black, flowing dress pants with a black and white blazer. The blazer was held together by one button revealing there was no material underneath. Her freckled skin was exposed beneath the minimal material. Edie was stunning in an emerald green dress. Though it was simple, resembling a t-shirt dress, it was skin tight and with her brown peep toe heels, she looked far from casual. Brielle was the last woman to walk in. She was wearing a dark red crop top with a matching maxi skirt. She had on dark lipstick with her hair pulled up in a high and tight ponytail. Her bright blue eyes were absolutely striking against the red and dark colors.

Once all of the women were inside, Parker offered them a drink and a bowl of ice cream. Of course, all of the women accepted. Parker made her way into the kitchen and pulled out her best bottle of Ménage a Trois red wine. She poured and filled six black wine glasses with the liquid and scooped ice cream into six white bowls. She topped each serving with a maraschino cherry and returned to the living room where the ladies had all found a seat.

“Well ladies! Here you go!” Parker put down the tray of ice cream on the coffee table and returned to the kitchen to get the wine glasses. “I would tell you all to take off your heels and get comfortable, but I’ve got a surprise up my sleeve!” Parker gleamed as she passed out the drinks.

The women all froze, four of them wondering if her surprise could be the same one Calista had when she hosted her first party and one of them just mimicking the reactions of the others. It all seemed very odd and coincidental to the original four, but the women went along with it and smiled.

The doorbell rang and Parker practically skipped to answer the front door. When she opened the door all of the women saw a man dressed in a very nice suit standing on the porch. “Your ride is outside. I’ll be waiting by the car until you ladies are ready.” The man turned to walk down Parker’s front steps. Parker shut the door and turned around to face the women with a demure smile splayed across her face.

Harley rushed to the window and peeked between the blinds. “It’s a limo!”

“Wow, we had a limo ride when Calista hosted a Fifty Shades book club party.” Taylor stated as she took the last bite of her ice cream.

“Yeah, we did. Kind of weird.” Brielle practically stabbed Parker with the look in her eyes. “Parker?” Brielle didn’t give Parker a chance to respond before she continued with her question. “Do you mind if I use your restroom before we go?”

“No, of course not! Go right ahead. Its right to the back—“

“I know where it is.” Brielle cut Parker off.

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