Page 6 of For the Lover in You
Turning on my music and cracking the window to let some of the cool breeze in the car, I was en route to Ari. It was 3:45 p.m., and I knew that by the time I made it over to Ari's store, it would be close to 4:30. I had no intention of staying long because I hadplans to meet up with my boys to watch basketball at the local diner. It was our weekly tradition. Work hard all week, watch basketball at the diner, and order rounds of alcohol. Tip-off started at 8 p.m. If Ari allowed me to, I would be in and out in no time, but with her track record, I knew it wasn't promising. With Ari, it was always something else besides the initial problem she called for. I gave myself a pep talk and set a timer on my phone. In and out was the goal.
While I drove down the busy streets on my way to Ari's boutique, I thought about my and Ari's history. We never dated, but we spent plenty of time pleasing each other. Ari was the first and only client I'd ever engaged with in that way. She came on strong. She applied pressure consistently, and eventually, I gave in. We had been going at it for a year now, yet over the last few months, I'd been trying to place distance between us. Ari wanted more, but I didn't. The situation between her and me should've wrapped up months ago when she showed up at a house viewing that I hosted, crying in front of my potential clients. Ari screamed and cried because she wanted a relationship with me. I had to beg her to leave and even offered her a band to stop from making a scene. She happily took it and left as if nothing had happened. She was the reason I placed a relationship-client clause in my contracts. We had not had sex in three months, and I planned to keep it that way. I gave myself a pep talk as soon as I parked my car in front of her store. The goal was to look at the leak and, if I couldn't fix it, call my maintenance company. I shut off my car and made my way inside, with the goal of making things quick.
"Fuck, Trey! Damn!" Ari screamed.
I smacked her ass harder.
"Fuck!" I muttered, biting down hard on my lip.
I knew I was close to coming. I didn't care if the people currently shopping in the boutique heard us. The harder I dove into Ari, the louder she screamed. I had Ari bent over her desk with papers sprawled everywhere. The sight of her round, juicy ass thrown back at me sent me into overdrive.
As soon as I walked into the store, I knew what type of time Ari was on by the look she gave me. She bit her lip and winked at me. She led me to the back of the store to show me where the leak was. I couldn't help but study her switch as she walked through the boutique. She wore a pink skintight skirt with a matching top. Her nipples were on high beam, letting everyone entering the store know she was braless. She had bone-straight hair flowing down to her butt. She wore black, red bottom heels. She had caramel skin with a light tint to it, but her face was full of makeup, and it didn't look out of place. Ari was a true Instagram model from head to toe. She had the perfect BBL I had ever witnessed, and she made sure she let people know she paid good money for it.
Once we made it to her office, she locked the door and threw herself onto her desk. She opened her legs, exposing her bare, wet honeypot. Next thing I knew, we were going at it.
"I'm cumming, Trey! Don't stop, harder!"
On her command, I dove in harder, deeper, and faster until my nut surfaced. I let out a deep breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Ari adjusted her skirt, pulling it over her ass. She watched me the entire time as I rolled the condom off and flushed it down the toilet of the en suite bathroom. She sucked her teeth as I pulled my pants over my waist.
"What is it, Ari?" I asked, exhausted.
She folded her arms across her chest. "You know what it is."
"I don't because I'm not a mind reader," I countered, sitting down in the chair to catch my breath.
"I don't get why you keep wearing condoms with me. I told you I'm on the pill. Plus, you're the only nigga I'm dealing with."
I looked at Ari as if she had two heads. She must've thought I was one of these young ass boys that didn't know how the game went. Ari lived a lifestyle I knew the boutique wasn't paying for. When she came into my office to rent from me, she had an older man with her. She swore he was her great-uncle, but I was no fool. Ari was fucking him. She drove the latest BMW, and she always wore name-brand clothes. Never the cheap shit she sold in her store. Ari had a man for everything.
"Ari, don't start this shit. You already know what it is."
"No, Trey, I don't. You've been fucking with me for a year now. I want more."
Ari would be ideal for many men. She was gorgeous and an entrepreneur, but it was something about her spirit that bothered me. She wasn't someone I saw myself spending the rest of my life with. The pussy and head were good, but there was nothing else there. She lacked substance. My future wife had to give me more than a nut every now and then.
"Again, I told you what this was when you tried to push a relationship for the first time. We aren't compatible."
"How do you know that?" she challenged, shifting her weight to one leg, folding her arms across her chest. "You haven't even given us a chance."
Lately, Ari had been pushing the relationship thing between us more than before. Whenever we were around each other, she'd ask about becoming a couple. My answer remained the same each time. There were no sparks between us.
Instead of entertaining Ari and her antics, I got back to the reason she called me over. Granted, I should've done that in the beginning, but seeing her wetness hypnotized me. I fellinto a trance. I became a dog in heat, causing me to forget my responsibilities.
"Where is the leak you wanted me to look at?" I asked, standing to my feet.
She sucked her teeth. "Don't worry. You fixed it."
"Ari, don't piss me off. Where is the leak? I'm already here."
She rolled her eyes. "You fixed it," she repeated, looking down between her legs.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Really, Ari?"
She walked over to me, rubbing her hand across my dick. I felt myself bricking back up. Ari knew just what to do to have me bending her over, giving her more dick. I needed to gain control, so I moved her hand and placed some space between us.
"Ari, I told you about that shit. Only call when you truly need something, not when you want dick. I could've been home resting before heading out tonight."
"I know, I know. I just had to see you, Trey. It's been so long." She pouted, removing the space between us, rubbing her hand up and down my chest.
