I don't want to get mad.
I don't want to get angry in the middle of the night and ruin my fancy makeup.
I also do not want to lie about where I'm going because why should I lie?
He's the one fucking around.
I'm the one going on an innocent date, albeit a revenge one.
But still.
So instead, I walk past Brian and head for Lance's car.
Brian grabs my hand.
Didn't you hear me ask you a question?
I'm not obligated to answer you, Brian.
I'm a grown single woman.
That's the thing, you are not single.
You're with me.
I let out a sigh.
You see those government forms we fill out?
Every time I do fill them, I tick single.
So technically, I am.
I yank my hand away.
Why the hell are you being like this?
I face him.
Tell me, Brian.
Why did you see the need to come over to my apartment after a long day?
Why bother to call now?
Why get this riled up about me going out?
He ignores my questions and glares over my shoulders.
And who the fuck is that?
It's my ride.
I told you I am going out.
But you don't go out and especially in the middle of the week.
That's the thing.
Ever since I've been with Brian, I've stopped being me.
I've settled to be the good girl.
The doting girlfriend.
The one that doesn't misbehave or draw attention to herself.
Smelling Trisha on Brian was a wake-up call.
That fool doesn't care about me.
He doesn't respect me.
So I'm going to respect myself and leave.
What a jerk.
Things change, I say.
Anyway, I've got to go.
I make a move towards Lance's car again and Brian shouts my name, making it echo in the
streets.
Erica.
I've never heard him be this loud or pissed.
Brian is the kind of guy to do his job, ask no questions and follow the rules.
He's the quiet guy, the respectable one.
But now, we'll talk tomorrow.
My ride is waiting.
But little does he know that I've already made up my mind.
This relationship thing is going to end.
It ended seven hours ago.
I'm not finished with you.
Oh, but I am.
Go bathe yourself with Trisha's perfume.
I say over my shoulder.
At least you took a shower to see me.
I commend you.
Erica.
Goodbye, Brian.
As I make it to the black tinted Jeep, Lance exits the vehicle and holds my door open.
Thank you.
Lance smiles.
You're welcome.
Brian is still standing on the pavement, fuming, sucks to be him.
He looks like such a loser.
Come to think of it, he is.
He doesn't want to go anywhere.
He doesn't want to do anything fun.
And he only cares about work and apparently Trisha.
But now it's clear why he's always at work.
So are you still going to be tight lipped about where we are going?
I ask.
I need to get my mind off of Brian.
Lance smiles.
You'll see.
Lance pulls up at this huge apartment complex.
It looks more like a hotel, but the sign at the front says different.
They are more like condominiums, luxury apartments.
He slips beneath the underground parking, reminding me of how rich he is.
There isn't a low budget car here.
Now I'm wondering how much he really makes as a director.
We get out and he takes my hand, leading me toward the elevator.
So this is your place?
Or are we going to some sort of hidden restaurant?
He punches a code into the elevator and then says,
Welcome to my humble abode.
Oh.
And you look absolutely gorgeous tonight, Erica.
I smile up at him and express my gratitude.
The elevator ascends with a low hum of music until Lance breaks the silence between us.
Is everything going to be okay with you and Brian?
I know it's not my business, but it seemed a little tense earlier.
I almost got out of my vehicle, but that's until I realized you can hold your own.
Uh, yeah.
Everything's fine.
I force another smile because right now I don't want to think about that cheating bastard.
Lance reaches for my hand again when the elevator dings and I let him take it,
guiding me through the narrow hallway with navy blue carpeting and gray walls.
It's literally like a hotel.
I'm beginning to think we're in a hotel.
Lance nudges his head.
Well, it's kind of like a hotel.
It comes with all the perks like breakfast, lunch, dinner, and they even do your laundry.
Wow, that must be costly.
But it is convenient.
Oh, so you're rich rich.
Lance chuckles.
To tell the truth, I wasn't expecting him to bring me to his place.
I thought we were going to dine at a fancy restaurant, even a jazz club or some yacht or boat ride.
Okay, maybe my expectations were a bit too much.
He unlocks his apartment and I'm in awe.
Aside from being well organized, it's pristine.
The white blends well with the black and it's like a dream bachelor pad.
I can stand here and admire it for the entire night.
Are you sure you're not in the army or something?
I say jokingly.
Because your place is neat.
Super neat.
Probably better than mine.
Lance laughs.
No, but my father was.
He made sure to instill some of his training in us.
We couldn't have our rooms or even the house untidy.
You would be doing the chores for weeks.
Nice.
But enough about that.
Lance pulls me through his apartment until we meet the other end where there's a floor-to-ceiling
glass door.
He slides it open and outside, there's a huge balcony, an open terrace with floral decorations,
lights and vines.
At the center, there's a dinner table for two.
I head over to the table and pick up the lone rose in the tall vase, smelling it.
You did all of this?
I love it.
Only the best for a beautiful woman like you, Erica.
I take the seat as he pulls my chair and bask in the lovely scent of the red rose.
The table is set for a couple, but it's broad enough to hold our appetizers and entrees.
There is even dessert covered with the silverware.
When did you find the time?
As I said, this place caters to all your needs.
I had someone prepare this so that when I get back, everything is made.
Wow.
Now shall we eat?
Lance and I get through our meals with light conversation.
I'm even more elated that it didn't surround work.
He had been genuinely interested in me.
I even learned that he's a master in jiu-jitsu.
So if Brian had attempted anything, Lance would have laid him flat on the floor.
I wickedly smile at the thought, prompting Lance to uncover the last meal of the night.
Dessert?
He asks.
I set my linen on the table.
Can I be frank with you?
He sets the cover back over the cake.
Sure.
The moment you stepped out of that jeep and I saw you looking and smelling like a pure
male, I wanted to fuck.
Lance dabs the linen against his lips and sets it down.
Is that so?
Yes.
And as much as I enjoyed this delicious food, I rather have you inside me.
Then why didn't you say that earlier?
I prefer my women frank and to the point.
I stare at him.
Lance is a nice guy, the one that respects the women around him.
But after speaking with him over this fantastic meal, I've realized that he is also a man
of his word.
He doesn't beat around the bush.
To be honest, I said yes to this date because of payback to Brian.
I have been faithful to this man while he has been fucking around with God knows whom.
But from the very inception, I wanted to fuck this man in front of me, but I wanted to be
a lady about it.
Now, I don't have to be because he has proven that I can be myself.
I lean back in my seat.
Well, I'm saying it now.
Lance clears his throat and pushes his chair back.
He stands and I stand too.
The night air isn't cold, but it's beginning to get chilly.
But I would do anything this man wants on this balcony.
He moves around the table and carefully guides me out of the front of my seat.
Lance is close behind me and I can feel his taut body against my back.
He's hard, rock, hard.
Shit.
He leans close to my ear.
Is this a revenge fuck?
Yes.
Problem?
Not at all, Ms. Black.
He says huskily.
I like revenge fucks.
It gives me a better idea of how rough you want it.
I want you to put me to fucking sleep, Lance.
Good.
His finger trails down my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
Are you going back to him?
I shake my head.
Better.
My breath escapes me when Lance lifts my dress and runs his palm over my pussy.
I'm wearing a lace thong and not shaven, and I think I should have shaved.
I'm so accustomed to what Brian likes that I didn't think for a second what I prefer.
Lance doesn't say anything as he slips off my panties.
He's so impatient and I like it.
Are you sure you want this?
He cups my pussy.
I nod.
I'm not the type to hold back, Erica.
Fuck, Lance.
I want this.
I'm a big girl.
I can handle whatever dick you throw at me.
A deep chuckle comes close to my ear, and in a split second, I'm on the table with my
dress hiked up at my waist and my hairy pussy exposed to the chilly air.
My eyes lower as Lance begins unbuttoning his pants.
Got condoms?
I say.
A sly smile plays across his lips, and he smoothly takes it from his back pocket.
Whether he had or not, I came prepared.
There are five in different sizes tucked away in my bag.
Lance yanks his pants down along with his briefs, and his big black cock springs up
like a fucking sunflower.
He pulls on the protection and props my legs up.
I don't know, but this man is nothing like I imagined.
I thought him to be a little geeky and shy, but this Lance, the one in front of me, he
is straight up man.
Lance licks his fingers and drags them up and down my pussy.
Thank God my unshaven part is like a mohawk and not a goddamn forest.
Lance holds on to his girth and yanks me towards him.
Ah!
I gasp as he plunges into me.
Feeling him fill me up is like winning a fucking prize.
I clutch onto the back of his shirt as he drives into me like a jackhammer.
Fuck, Brian.
Fuck fucking Tricia and her cheap ass perfume.
He clears the table more, making the wine glasses shatter to pieces on the floor and
lays me on my back.
Lance is still pumping inside me and doesn't miss a damn beat.
He unbuttons his shirt and rips it off, bearing his dark brown skin and a snake tattoo with
a skull.
I should be worried.
I should be scared that I do not really know this man other than a co-worker in my office,
but fuck that.
My pussy is purring for him.
Lance pushes my dress up some more until I peel it off myself.
I'm not wearing a bra because my dress doesn't afford me that luxury, and I'm glad.
He covers his palms over them and slams into my pussy.
One, two, three, four.
Pump, pump, pump, fuck.
Ah, yes.
Lance pulls me upright against his chest and kisses me.
His tongue is dangerous, darting in, out.
He sucks on my bottom lip and squeezes my hips onto him.
He's still so fucking hard that it hurts in this position.
I moan out loud.
He lifts me off the table, and when I think he's carrying me inside, he pushes me against
his glass window.
My mind is in a daze because he's moving fast and rough, having me up against the glass
and humping me.
My breasts are bouncing in his mouth, and he's greedy with it.
Had I known this was what he meant by not holding back, I would have taken some caution.
I'll be sore in the morning, but I don't care.
I'm getting my pussy blown out by the guy I thought was just simple.
I hug him, squeezing his cock into me.
It feels good.
This feels good.
Lance bites me on my nipple, making me yelp.
Shit.
Now he's grinding into me.
Slow, steady, like to the beat of a fucking slow jam.
When is this man going to run out of surprises?
Fuck.
I tighten around him as he steps away from the glass.
My legs are weak, and if he keeps up this slow grind pace, I'm gonna explode.
Lance lowers me back on the cleared table and plunges faster into me.
I...
I'm coming.
I say.
I...
Lance!
He gives me one more hard pump, sending me dizzily insane.
My body clams up and there is nothing else I can do but wait for the orgasm to run its
course.
My body always betrays me at this very moment.
And while he moves steadily inside me, his chest slick with sweat.
All I can think about is when this motherfucker is going to come.
Had it been Brian, he would have ejaculated three minutes in.
Lane bastard.
Lance pulls out of me and steps away.
The condom is wet and his dick is hard as a brick.
I sit up and stare at him as he flicks the sweat off his forehead.
Is this what you wanted?
He asks.
I nod.
Want more?
I nod again, biting my bottom lip.
Good answer.
He slips off the condom and sets it on the chair.
Then you're spending the night, Erica.
Yes.
I say, Heddley.
Good.
Lance picks me off the table and hauls me over his shoulder like chopped wood.
Then we should get to bed.
I grin over his bare tattooed shoulder.
Fuck you, Brian.
I've got me some good dick.
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