Chapter 12: The Make-up

In late autumn morning, the withered leaves fell to the ground creating a carpet of dried brown leaves, the atmosphere somewhere between summer and winter.

Zara called in sick.

“I won’t be coming to work today” she told Nat, her boss

“Why? You okay ?” he was slightly worried.  His other hand was scrolling through slides on his MacBook.

“Um…just a lil migraine”. She was burrowed between sheets, massaging her head with cold compress.

“Oh that’s, okay?”

“You had meds?”

“Yes, I have”

“Don’t tell me it’s because of Isla you’re feeling this way. You’re going through betrayal syndrome”.

Zara laughed

“Nat, please. Something like that. I miss you”.

“Nah, you miss this Dick”

“You’re crazy. You act like you don’t miss this wet ass pussy”

“I do. And I’d fuck you, soon. You need that Vitamin D to cure your pain”. his deep voice echoed in her ear”

“Yes, That would do”

“You take care of yourself okay? Have some work to catch up with”

“I will”

He hung up.

She enjoyed the nasty sex talks they had. It was both teasing and dramatic. Nat wasn’t just a lover, he was a controller, a bossy one at that. She wanted to curl under his arms.

Just then the door creaked open. And to his surprise it was Purifoy Smith—The CEO of PrimeCore Manufacturing. The man whose company they had rejected constructions.

His staff followed him.

“Nathaniel Wolfe, what a pleasant surprise” he walked into his office with the air of sagacious audacity.

“Sir, I told him he had to make an appointment. I couldn’t stop him” said Maria, a staff member. Looking stressed.

“It’s fine Maria”.

They shook hands firmly. Nat’s face was expressionless

“Please”—he gestured to the visitor’s

chair

“So…what owes this auspicious visit. It’s been a while I set my eyes on you” Nat was friendly now

“Okay…let’s get to the crux of this matter”. The pretense is exhausting. He said irritated.

“Why aren’t you with us on our new construction project! You know we’ve had contact for years from the days of your father. You’re the only company I trust to carry this out”

“Yes, Sir. I understand” Nat said compassionately.

“Then what? he screamed. And don’t lecture me about your values and whatnot? Nobody ever got rich on emotions. Besides, it’s not like the families won’t get compensation anyway”

Nat cleared his throat then began.

“With all due respect Sir, I admire your ambition to expand your company to a new major district. But they are human beings too. Think of the families and their businesses that would be lost. My father started this company from a tiny office in the Banks before it became the Multi-billion empire it is today.

“But I need it for the next stage of my career, son. You hear me! If I withdraw you know how bad it would be for you”

“Yes. Look, we could always have a plan B. I’d set up something for you with my connections. There are so many abandoned lands in Georgia that could be bought. Just leave the banks alone”.

“The Banks is inarguably the most strategic location for our target audience”

He stood up and said angrily.

“I give you 1 month to figure this shit out  and we’d be done with business forever”.

Nat nodded.

Before he opened the door, he turned and murmured

“Just like your father”. Then exited angrily.

When he got home that night, taking off his tie, his shoes, his shirt and left his boxers on. He had set up the apartment in ambient lighting. The TV showed scenes from Tyler Perry’s Beauty in Black. A bowl of pop corn on the center table. Nat poured himself a glass of wine on the kitchen counter to settle.

The door rang. He wasn’t expecting anybody. He thought of putting on trousers but fuck it! he said.

He peered through the door hole and to his surprise he saw Zara. He opened the door.

She was covered in a knee-length Harris Tweed jacket.

“Hey, Nat!” she said seductively

“Zara!” he was shocked to see her. He let her in.

“I thought you weren’t alright” he said walking towards the kitchen counter. As he  raised his glass of wine to his lips, she unbuttoned and took off her jacket. She was a damsel in tight fitted see-through black lingerie, that outlined her curves. Her hourglass figure.

His eyes scaled her from top to bottom and he almost choked on his wine.

He too, was naked except those tight boxers that outlined his massive dick.

He approached her. She leaned on him in a hug such that she looked like a hapless, sapless princess before a giant dark skinned warrior.

He held her up in the air and placed her on the table.

“You really miss me huh?” he teased.

“Yes, daddy!” he spread her legs like bread.

She screamed as he ate her whole, gliding his tongue up and down and fingering her pussy. Taking her to the bedroom, it wasn’t just acrobatic sex. It was more passionate, more erotic. Each deep thrust is more powerful and sensual than the last.

“I love you Nat” she said looking at him. Films of tears of ecstasy gathered in her eyes.

“I love you more” He went to her side and entered her from the rear.

“Oh! Nat”she exclaimed when he went in, making cute duck lips.

“Oh! that big black cock”

They made love, sweet love. They lay in bed afterwards, her hands wrapped around his chest, tracing lazy circles.

“Do you think this…us could work”she asked, as if a dawning had erupted from her post-but clarity.

“I do think so,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“Come see my mum”

“What if she doesn’t like me?” she said anxiously

“What if she does” he said optimistically.

She smiled at him and went to sleep.

Chapter 14: Step into Luxury

“Come live with me Zara. Move in” He asked in the morning, in what was both a commandment and a plea.

“Why, Mr. Nat?” she asked teasingly

“For obvious reasons,” he said.

“Nope! I’m gonna get pregnant”

“Yea! That's what I want. Let’s welcome junior”.

“Junior—?” she laughed. My son is not having your name. Something more unconventional”

“Like what?”

“Goldwater, perhaps”

“Why not Silver-rose?”

“You have a point there”, she poked his nose and got to shower and freshen up.

Let’s go out Zara, he said when she got dressed in a jumpsuit. He looked casual in T-shirts, jeans and sneakers.

“Put on shoes” he said

“Where exactly ?” she asked

“Can’t tell you—It’s a surprise”.

She hopped into his car, pushing up the falcon winged door. He brought down the roof to let in the sun and cool breeze. They had their sunglasses on now. Quite the perfect rich New York couple.

The radio played Pharrell Williams Happy

“O! That's my jam!” She began dancing, without rhythm.

They sang together when the chorus came on

“Because I'm happy!”

“Terrible, terrible voice”. She looked over at Nat. A mocking expression on her face.

“Terrible huh?” he smirked

“Very”

“Even when I’m fucking you?”

“Touché”

She smiled guiltily and looked away

They stopped at a mall. He kissed her on the cheek and stepped out, he led her into Quinn’s fashion store.

“Let’s go get my money’s worth”

“Omg! babe”.

She was ecstatic.

He held her hands as she walked through the rows and columns of beautiful dresses to the fitting room. She tried on outfit after outfit while Nat sat nearby, legs crossed playing fashion judge. He gave thumbs-up and nods to a few dresses, shook his head at others, occasionally putting his brand over his mouth to hide a smile when she twirled. She picked up a green dress with had a dramatic flair the sides

“This one’s fantastic!” he said. My mom would be impressed”

“Mum? Is there something I’m missing”

“You’re going to meet my mom soon. You’d love her”

Hopefully” she said.

She picked up a lingerie set in a burgundy box. She opened it and turned to him

“What do you think about this one?”

“It’s both glamorous and dangerous,” he said.

“And this—?” She showed him a very light silk jogger that was almost transparent in its material.

“Make things easy for me,” he said.

Then he leaned in and whispered “I could easily tear that up and fuck the shot out of you”

“Easy, now. You know the walls have ears”

“I also want the walls to hear you moan”He slapped her round butt and kissed her in the enclosure of the fitting room.

“You’re naughty”. She turned around.

“Naughty Nat”

“Zesty Zara,” he replied.

She snapped her fingers to acknowledge his creative alliteration.

The sales attendant packed her dresses for her and now her shopping cart was full of bags. Nat told her to leave it there. “We’re coming back” he told the attendant who watched over the dresses

They climbed the escalator and he led her into an expensive jewelry store. The overly bright light in the store covered everything in buttery gold, placed on Velvet pads. Spotlights gleaming off every facet of the stones.

The attendant, an Asian woman with a bob hair greeted them

“Welcome. Shopping for something special ?”

“Very” Nat said confidently

Zara blushed at him.

“Try those” he punted to a sparkling diamond necklace

“Timeless and classic”. Attendant Jim Jam Xo explained.

“The perfect one for a billionaire bride in New York. Every gem stone intricately crafted”

Zara watched it lay on her neck so elegantly. She looked like a princess. She couldn’t believe she could look this good. From wearing cheap perfumes, and wigs to having this on her. She was grateful.

“I could match it with an earring and ring set”. The attendant suggested.

She wore them and couldn’t complain. It was gorgeous.

“Do you like it?” he asked her

“Of course” she was melting now.

“We’d take it,” he said.

He swiped his card. Zara saw the receipt $350,000 paid for like it was nothing.

Driving back, they couldn’t stop laughing. The bags were piled in the backseat—designer dresses, delicate lace, and a little velvet box holding her new diamond. Greg had one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting near her knee. The air between them was charged with passion; he teased her once, twice about having cast a spell on him.

She laughed. He laughed. It came in waves—their laughter, pure and undiluted. Nat was Nat and Zara was Zara, and they were not afraid to be lush about their love, if not a little cringe, even.

She glanced over at him and smiled

“This day was perfect.”

Greg looked at her for a moment longer than he should have, then said, “It’s only just beginning.”

He leaned over and kissed her. His hands moved to her waist, then higher. She stopped him, laughing, playful.

“Okay, Romeo,” she said. “Cool down.”

He was on her horse now.

“Thank you, Nat. I appreciate” she said

Just can’t wait to see you look more like the wife of Nathaniel Wolfe, he locked eyes deep with her. He kissed her, his hand went under her skirt. He put it out, rubbed his fingers on his tongue and fingered her in the cold interior of his car, his lips deep in hers. She maimed softly, the air conditioner vents blew air gently.

She stopped him.

“Do you wanna come over” she asked biting her lips

He felt his dick trying to burst out of his pants.

“I really want to. But I have a few meetings today. It’s fine”

“We'll see soon, baby. I’d come pick you up.” He said

“That’s fine” She said, briefly annoyed that she wouldn’t be getting the golden penis for the moment. She hugged him, so passionately. And smiled.

“Bye” she said as she stepped out of his car.