Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Have I Mentioned Style Wise...Who Is Just WINNING!

I'm trying to end these last few days of 2014 on a high note.  This year of fuckery- with a few spots of amazing- is on it's way outta here (finally)!!
Me actually blogging is a trend I definitely want to keep going in 2015.
So, let's end this all on a light note- with all the heavy shit going on, I am just exhausted and started to get frown lines.  Ugh.
Let's look into a few more people I look to for style inspiration and then buy a top from Old Navy n' lay my ass on da couch!

I don't know where to begin with her.  I have loved her since the bidhi's!  No matter what she wore- it was always HOW she wore-...how she wears it.  Gwen really has helped me form my own sense of style.  My own terms...but filled with inspiration.
She is just EVERYTHING.  She is aging gracefully and I still want raid her closet while singing ALL of her songs.
The only thing that will help me sleep better at night is if she let's me know what she did with them Harujuku girls....

Janelle Monae!!!
She's another one who's style is all to her own- though she says when she is on stage or a red carpet she is wearing a 'uniform'.  I get it, but in any case she always looks AMAZING!  She proves simplicity and class can go a long wayyyyy...she also just does what works for her.  Like Rihanna can rock a see-through dress and not look like an Instagram model/reality TV whore.  That look works for RiRi.
Janelle is truly flawless inside and out- WHAT does she use on her skin??? And her hair is just ALWAYS on point.  *le sigh* No, I don't sometimes wish I was Janelle Monae and was perfect.

Dascha Polanco!!!
Though new to the scene, Dascha aka Daya on Orange is the New Black is proving to be a force!  Again, she does what works for her and dat boooooooody!  Dascha oozes a confident sexy.
 Then she did the whole ombre- grey hair thing!!!! I was so effin jealous of her!!!  She is just gorgeous and her lips are RIDICULOUS!

...it IS just about 2015, maybe I'll be more inspired and put on a lipstick...and not just wear stretchy pants!!  We will seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....-wait, just cuz she slays the scene (even though she is being dressed by her worthless moms or grandma...).  I am even inspired by a BARELY 1 year old!

...though I think I already kinda dress like North; just my leggings are H&M and not Givenchy.

Friday, October 31, 2014

Breathe Again: Added to the LIST of Reasons I Write

Last night I was leaving a bar with some peeps and we were discussing this whole street harassment thing- particularly that video going around with that chick being harassed by what appears to be ONLY men of color.  At first when I watched the video, I related to it so much that I didn't see the lack of white male representation.  Them dudes holler too.
....unfortunately this is me and one of the main reasons I write is because of the perfectly timed randomness that occurs.  So as I am making a statement about how white dudes holler and leer, this black dude rolls up and is like: DAMN! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
He is speaking to me.  He is actually right next to me speaking in 'caps lock' and 'exclamation'!  We all start to laugh because SHIT my point just choked on a dick.
This dude didn't care WHY we were laughing or why I was exasperated- he then added: I CAN BREATHE AGAIN THANKS TO YOU.  YOU ARE A BREATH OF FRESH AIR!!

I reference Toni Braxton and then we move away from the dude.

File this under: I Cannot

Monday, October 6, 2014

You Don't Know My Life: Shonda, honey....

Listen, I do watch other shows besides Scandal and now How To Get Away With Murder- I am getting into Gotham...Walking Dead is coming BACK next weekend.
I watched the series finale of The Killing...so many feelings.
....but the thing is, Scandal and How To Get Away With Murder (HTGAWM) are so juicy!!!  Since All My Children went off the air, I have no soap opera escandalo to fill my drama-free life (the low key existence I enjoy). So right now these shows are in the forefront.  Yes, for the juicy juice, but also because I have so many questions about the hair decisions.
Like, did they hire a new staff to work on both shows, and if so, did they not check credentials? Or is Shonda going in deeper with character development making their hair representative of something?  Is the reason Cyrus and whatever Portia De Rossi's character look like Brigitte Nielsen on two different days because we have to 'wait for it' or they ran out of budget?

Cy- Brigitte

Portia- Brigitte

I am starting to believe it's a budget thing because on HTGAWM the hair is just...I mean Paris Gellar as a bleached blonde?  The lead black dude who I call Bruce Leroy has a hair line that leads me to believe he was raised by white parents.  Then there is the AMAZING Viola Davis.
SHONDA- you get VIOLA DAVIS to lead on your show and you shade her with some throwaway wigs from Gotham??? (I'm lookin at you Jada Pinkett Smith- that wig is atrocious!)  How you gonna do Viola like that????  Is it cuz her character is a horrible person she should have horrible hair??

I mean VIOLA...

Look at that hair.  A tuft of heaven with some dreams thrown in.

Shonda rebuke satan and get this hair sitch straightened out (and by that I DON'T MEAN to straighten every one's hair). STAT!

Friday, September 26, 2014

You Don't Know My Life: "I'm the one you ride..."

Season 4 of Scandal began last night AKA Olivia has found herself another pleasuring White man!  Where are they sold?  First Fitz (before he went rogue bitch) was all about his SUPERPOWERS which happen to be cunnilingus and now she is with Jake who makes her moan and takes her places that Rogue Bitch NEVER did!!!!!!!
Point blank he said: I am the one you're ridin'.

Like Jake, I wish they could've stayed on that island with Liv's hair and all the wine...but effin' Harrison had to maybe die.  I like that Shonda is keeping it open ended in case Columbus gets his life right and can come back.
Besides the usual fuckery...I was mostly distracted by Cyrus's lacefront wig.  WHAT THE FUCK WAS ON HIS HEAD??!!  I feel like he and Portia DiRossi were a before and after!  I couldn't concentrate on shit.
....but then there was Mellie.  Oh Mellie.  You are becoming my FAVORITE character!  Who knew?!  I feel her on so many levels and her 'not here for it' Uggs.  Olivia has gone dick stupid- like WAIT till she finds out her dad (my other favorite, Papa Pope) was behind EVERYTHING!  Even Cy's el horrible lacefront.

My Thursdays are back to being BOOKED- solid as I am also into How To Get Away With Murder with the astonishingly great Viola Davis.  Whew.  My mouth was open a whole lot last night.  Like all the dicks could have been thrown in there and I would not have noticed because these shows were so intense.

Whew...here's to hoping there are NO MORE SEX SCENES between Quinn and Huck!  Rock on season 4!!!

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Don't Read US Weekly Before Bed

I had a dream I was in back of a car being driven by Kanye with Kim in the passenger seat.  I was in the backseat holding North.  North was still a baby but could speak...like complete sentences.  Obviously she was more intelligent than her mom and less cray than her dad so we were able to have a conversation...though I can't remember WHAT it was about.  I just know she was perturbed I kept poking at her chubby thighs.

....besides random celeb-filled dreams, I have been going through IT so I have slacked on my summer romance series.  I have two final installments.  Please expect them and expect to TOUCH yourself!


Friday, August 29, 2014

Conversations With The Little Prince: Young Love

Though Prince George has been avoiding me since my recent outburst about wanting his Uncle Harry, he gives in and Skypes with me mostly because he misses me and a little because he has life questions.

Me: Hey there Georgie!  Why so glum?

Prince George: (sighs) I am a young prince in love with an angel.

Me: Aww lil Georgie doesn't have a crush on me does he?

Prince George: (gags) Piss off!

Me: Language!  Who is this heartbreaking babe?

Prince George: (sighs) North West...her eyes make my heart want to soar like a bird through the Northern Lights...

Me: Woah...corny ass poetry...you do have it bad- listen, you do KNOW who her mother is, right?

Prince George: Yes.  My mum won't let me forget.  She likes her dad, thinks he's cheeky...but my mum said there is no excuse for her mum to exist...and that she will never be allowed within these gates. (sighs)

Me: I like Kate even more!  She is secretly full of shade-

Prince George: (shakes his little fists) WHY is our love forbidden! Why are her mother's sins of being irrelevant cast upon my dear dear heart?!

Me: Lil dude, you need to calm down.  It's not like North's mom is just bad person, she is THE WORST.  She comes from a family of the most vapid, soul sucking, useless people ever!....this will be your first of many heartbreaks. You'll be okay kid.

Prince George:  I'll never understand this.  This must be what it feels like for you all the time...

Me: Well at least I don't piss myself!

Prince George: Low blow.  I am training and shall be diaper-less soon you chav!

Me: Well by then there will be some new pretty young thing catching your eye...

Prince George: (sigh) I guess you're right. Once I am not sitting in my own filth, the class of woman shall be immensely greater.

Me: We can only hope, Georgie.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Hard Heat: A Chronicles of Cashmere Series- Don't Let Go!

In case you haven't been caught up with Harlow and Christaphor, you can here and here

1- Page Six

                Harlow Johns didn't know if the slight depression was causing her to be extra paranoid, but she felt as if people were watching her.  Though she hadn't left her apartment all weekend, she made sure that she looked halfway human coming into work today.  People were definitely staring at her though.  She even saw a couple of nods...along with a few eye rolls.  She shrugged it off though because getting through this day, this week, this month with no Christaphor was going to be tough enough.
She entered her office and closed the door behind her, leaning on it for a bit.  Thankfully Michael had a few meetings this morning so she wouldn't have to deal with him for a few hours.  Her phone rings which causes her to jump and almost spill her coffee on her.  The coffee that was like a lifeboat to her.  She sighs deeply and decides against answering the phone.  Then she felt her phone vibrate and did her silent prayer that it was Christaphor.  It wasn't.
It was her friend Jillian Jacks.  Harlow taps ignore.  She makes her way to her chair and slides down into it.  Her phone vibrates again and it is Jillian...again.  Okay, she probably should pick this up because unlike her mother, Jillian wouldn't do a 'double back call' that her mother was notorious for.  She taps accept.

"Hello Jillian..."

"Don't sound so glum you little secretive slut!"  Jillian sounded too alive for Harlow right now.

"To what do I owe this early morning call..."  She sips her coffee and leans her head back closing her eyes.

"So I guess you haven't read the blind item in PageSix, eh?  You should, there's an interesting little snippet about the amazingly sexy Christaphor Halo having what sounded like amazing sex in a La Pristine bathroom with someone...."

Harlow felt herself slide off her chair.  Jillian continues, "I am calling you because this source waited to see who would come out after Christaphor and there is a nice pixelated pic of you-looking fabulous I might add!  Go girl...now please tell me all about it!  Don't leave out one detail-"

"Jillian, please shut the fuck up.  I am under my desk right now.  I am going to hang up and when I speak to you next I still won't give you any details."  Harlow hangs up.  She seriously contemplates how she can spend the day under her desk.  When suddenly she remembers: Christaphor!
She wondered why he hadn't called her- oh because in this he comes out looking like the sex god he is and she looks like a hapless slut who slept her way to the top.
Calling Christaphor would have to be her next move.  Again, she sighed deeply and tapped his name.  He picks up on the first ring.

"Harlow..."  He said her name breathlessly and in a way that still made her tingle all over.  "I am sorry I haven't called you...I just didn't know if I should..."  He sounded almost as hurt as she was.

"I just found out.  I walked through my building and office...wondering if I just looked like hell...but that wasn't it."

"You never look bad- why do you sound like you're in a cave?"

"I am under my desk."

"Harlow, I am so sorry-"

"Why?  This just adds to your intrigue.  Have you put out a statement or anything?"

"No.  What the fuck do I look like 'yeah I fucked her in the bathroom, who wants to high-five?'... it's nobodies business, but I get how this makes you come off.  I have an idea..."

Harlow tried not to hug her phone, no matter how jumbled her thoughts and feelings were, she loved and missed this man.  "Okay...what's your idea?"

"I can have an article put out about how being a passionate couple doesn't always cause you to make the best decisions and that we have been together for a few years-since before I started at Forte.  We'll say it's been on and off at times if they mention seeing me with other woman.  This won't work with your whole 'breaking up with me' thing, but we can play a couple in love for a couple of weeks until this dies down and then we can be 'off'' again.  How does that sound?"

"Wow, you're good.  It sounds good- everyone likes a good secret relationship.  Lowly graphic designer, stud mogul- the only thing is, this will blast me into your stratosphere of attention which I will never want-"

"I never want it either.  I just want you."

Harlow gulped down more of her coffee.  "People will be so interested as to how I landed you?  They will dig and pry and insult me..."

"I will be there to protect you and I honestly don't give a fuck about anyone questioning who I love.  They take this statement and that will be that.  Are you okay with this scenario?"

"It wouldn't be pretending.....I do love you."  Harlow was glad she let those words slip out much unlike the 'let's breakup' words which may have ruined her chance with someone like Christaphor Halo.
Christaphor Halo who seemed to be quiet for a long while.  "Yes, I am okay with the scenario Christaphor."  She says to break the long silence.

"Good."  He says finally, "I will pick you up from work today.  Try to come from under your desk at some point, Harlow."

"I'll think about it."  They both hang up.  Harlow couldn't believe how easily they fell back into their rhythm but then of course she says something to break it and make it awkward...and Christaphor goes back to his 'two sentence minimum'.  She gave herself another half hour under desk and then she would face the day...and anticipate seeing Christaphor again.  She smiles.


                Christphor stared at his computer screen not believing what he was seeing, another article about he and Harlow only this time it mentioned how Harlow may now be dating her new boss Michael Dean.  He scoffs.  Then he remembers how touchy-feely Michael seemed with her-he shakes his head, no, Michael was just barking up the wrong tree.  He would deal with him once he made sure Harlow was okay.
Being a celebrity was never something that Christaphor Halo thought he was or is, but with his success and good looks...and the fact he is extremely private has raised antennas.  It is all very unfortunate.
So he had to make some 'fortune' work for him, putting out a little gossip to get the woman he loved back seemed harmless in the grand scale of things.  Yet, here he sat a mix of emotions- happy, sad, and mostly guilty.  Harlow didn't deserve this.  Being a man who thought about everything till the end game, he blamed love for once again clouding his judgement. He was never sloppy, he was never passionate and never felt the need to have someone so intense that he didn't care where he was, what he did...
He approves a final draft of a statement that is being sent to media outlets. He smiles, something he hasn't done in the two days he has been away from Harlow.  Just the anticipation of seeing her made him feel better...even if she broke up with him. That didn't change how he felt...or how she did,  'it wouldn't be pretending. I do love you', he remembers.  His smile broadens.  This has to be worth it all.
He decides to email her to let her know about the new article and to not say anything to the media.  They'll let the statement he is putting out speak for them.


I have sent out the statement to the media.  It was just in time because a follow-up article has come up about you and Michael Dean.  If anyone contacts you about this just say 'no comment'.  We will stand behind my statement-it's all they deserve because it isn't really any one's business.
This will all blow over soon.  I'll see you promptly at 5.


After hitting send, he hears two knocks at his office door.  "Come in."  He says, usually his visitor's are announced by Maribel his assistant so he wondered who this was- it was Jennifer Haynes.  He always went with initial instincts with people and felt that business-wise Jennifer was the perfect replacement for Harlow.  Something nagged at it him initially though and it wasn't until Harlow ludicrously asked if she was going to be replaced in every way that he realized what it was- Jennifer Haynes wanted him and she was persistent.  He knew the gossip of she being the female version of him and that they were a match made in heaven, but the one thing Jennifer lacked was that she was not Harlow.

"Hey Chris, just wanted to poke my head in- Maribel stepped away from her desk.  Have I interrupted anything?"  She steps into his office and saunters over to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"I am always busy.  What do you need?"  He would cut this conversation short as he sees that Harlow has written him back...twice.

"Well this whole bathroom mess-"

"If this is not work related, then I really have to get back to what I am doing..."  He opens Harlow's first email in preparation for Jennifer leaving.

"I just wanted to say that if anything were to happen between us, I would be more discreet."  She arches an eyebrow, a smirk forms on her red lipsticked lips.

"That is highly inappropriate, Ms. Haynes.  I will let it slide as I can see all of this drama has affected your thinking.  Harlow Johns and I have been in a long term relationship...so nothing will ever happen between you and I."  He goes back to looking at his computer and is relieved when Jennifer stands and exits the office.


It'll suck when the pictures come out with me 'blowing over' Michael...

Christaphor rolls his eyes and clicks on the second email.

Have to have a sense a humor- it is the only thing keeping me sane.  How do you deal with this stuff?
No one is mentioning it around here and thanks to your statement Michael has learned the meaning of personal space.  This doesn't change the fact that I want to move to Italy and just paint coast lines...didn't you say you've been, where do you recommend?


Christaphor smiles as he types...


We will start in Amalfi and work our way around.
I am glad Michael is keeping his distance, we wouldn't want him to disappear or anything.


There was so much more that Christaphor wanted to say, but he would do so face-to-face, for now he would look up possible dates for a trip to Italy.

2- No Halo

                Harlow's heartbeat sped up as the elevator passed each floor heading to the lobby of her office building.  Soon she would see Christaphor and she would hug and kiss him...and try not to leap into his arms and hump him. The elevator doors open.  Christaphor is standing just outside of the turnstiles, arms crossed over his broad chest.  The slim suit perfectly cut to his body, and then the coppery eyes which have found her grey ones.  He smiles before he stops himself and replaces it with his usual aloof mask.
She walks through the turnstiles and they hug.  She kisses a spot on his neck that he loves and he squeezes her arms and then whispers, "There are paps outside.  Just take my hand and we'll go to my car."
If she thought just dealing with falling in love with Christaphor Halo was hard because of her own issues, that was only the tip of the iceberg.
He leans towards her again, "I am so sorry."  He kisses her ear with his impossibly soft lips.  He then takes her hand and leads her out of the building.  Flashes and various things are being screamed at them, while she and Christaphor seemed to almost float through everyone and before she knew it, they were in the back of his grey Maybach.  Once the door was closed, his driver Glenn took off.

"Takes us to the Hudson Valley house.  Thank you, Glenn."  Christaphor says as he presses a button that separates the front area of the car from the back area.  He takes off his suit jacket and makes his way to Harlow so that he is on his knees in between her legs.  Though this position made him appear submissive to her, Harlow knew better, the power in his eyes and hands told a different story.  He caresses her shapely legs as he slowly spreads them.  He leans forward to kiss her, and Harlow, unable to contain herself, grabs his face holding it to her own.  Slowly, Christaphor pulls away.  His hands still making their way up her thighs.

"Say it again, that part about not pretending."  He whispers.

Harlow thanked the heavens she had the good sense to wear a dress today, she gasps as Christaphor began to slide her panties down her legs.  "I wouldn't be pretending and I love you."  He smiles at her and licks his lips.
He begins to kiss her inner thighs, "Then why did you break up with me, Harlow?"  The 'L' in her name was drawn out with a slow circle of his tongue on a thigh.

"I have never been in love before-I have never had to deal real emotions for someone and it's making me crazy..."  She says breathlessly.

"Much like I am going to do you now, Harlow."  This time the slow circle with his tongue was closer to where couldn't wait for his mouth to be.  "We can agree that you were suffering from temporary insanity and that we are no longer broken up?"  He stops kissing and looks up at her, his thumb was circling her very sensitive nub.  This caused Harlow to arch her back a little.

"Yes...Christaphor, you are mine."  She moans as she pulls his head towards hers and begins kissing him.  One thing their time apart taught her was that they were going to be together no matter what obstacle she threw...or said. She stops kissing him,  "Oh and I really hate that Jennifer Haynes person."

"She is a non-factor.  You don't have to hate her or like her, she does not matter when it comes to you and me."  He kisses her lips and then lowers his head.  He moans as he tastes just how aroused Harlow is.  Feeling suddenly ravenous, he lifts Harlow's legs placing them on his shoulders, then burying his face in her warm slick depths.
Harlow whispers his name with a mix of pleasure and agony.  He smiles, this was definitely worth all of it.


                Once they arrived at Christaphor's Hudson Valley house, they continued making love- this time in his large four post bed.  A bed that Harlow appeared to be alone in at the moment, she felt around just to be sure though she knew that Christaphor never lay too far away from her.  Something woke her up from her deep sleep though and it wasn't the lack of body heat.  She was exhausted, and finally able to sleep because Christaphor always knew the perfect...'lullaby' to soothe her.  She smiles and then realizes it is a buzzing phone that is the culprit.  She finds two phones on the nightstand by the bed.  One was hers and the buzzing one was Christaphor's.  She picks his up to find a way to end the buzzing.  Some how she opens his iMessage- how does a man like Christaphor Halo not have a lock on his phone?
Harlow didn't want to read the now open messages, but they were right there-including a few from someone named DPageS and Jennifer Haynes.  She opens the Jennifer Haynes messages first...

I am sorry about earlier, but you have to know we would be spectacular together.  Harlow's a great pet project for now, but you and I both know you will tire of her and require someone more your speed.  I will respect your wishes...for now and resume our professional relationship.- J

Harlow didn't know why the screen was shaking until she realized that it was her hands that were shaking.  In trying to calm herself she got out of the Jennifer Haynes message and in trying to get to another screen opened DPageS, she was about to throw the phone when something caught her eye.  Her name again.

You should really do your own publicity more often.  Gave me the perfect piece of gossip and then the perfect clean-up...

                                               Why did that story about Michael Dean come out?  We had an                                                             agreement.

That couldn't be helped.  Who knew your girlfriend had a track record-listen, we killed that story.  You're a friend.

                                                Harlow does not have a track record.  That story is bullshit.  She                                                            doesn't deserve this.

I told you there could be consequences, but you have your reasons.  Hope you got what you wanted from it.

At this point Harlow was able to compose herself and placed Christaphor's phone on the nightstand. Just as she did that her phone rang.  It was her mother.

"Mom..." She commended herself at being able to sound somewhat normal.

"Harlow-Gibson's been in an accident...you have to come back to Vermont."

"What? Again?"

"Just come out here...he's been arrested as well."

Harlow was now out of the comfortable bed...a bed she wanted to kick.  If she could pick up the bed and throw it out the window-she would've.  "Okay.  I'll be there ASAP."

"Be careful.  Have Christaphor bring you on his helicopter-"

"I will train it or something.  Mom, I'll see you soon and I love you."  They say a few more goodbyes and then Harlow heads to the shower.  She would deal with the Gibson situation first before she even tried to comprehend the Christaphor situation.  The only problem was that the Christaphor situation was somewhere in this massive house probably putting together a master plot to keep her here forever- she should have known he would have just been broken up with.  No, not Christaphor Halo.  Not the man whose sole purpose besides being great at his job, was pursuing Harlow.
After her long unsettling shower, she dressed and made her way downstairs- maybe she would be able to sneak out and take one of his cars.  She didn't know how to drive, but how hard could it be?   Once down the massive staircase she hears jazz and smells some amazing food being cooked.  At least the kitchen was pretty far from the front door so she would have a running start.

"Harlow?"  Christaphor appeared suddenly.  Shirtless and wearing silk pajama bottoms.  He was barefoot and his hair was even perfectly ruffled.  Harlow lost her train of thought for a few moments.

"I...I...have to go...my bro- Gibson, he has been in another accident in Vermont and has been arrested."  She leans on the wall at the bottom of the stairs and tries to look away from Christaphor, but he comes closer to her.

"It looks like you were about to sneak out....I can pack our soup for the road and we can head to Vermont."

"No. Please, just let me go alone.  Can I have Glenn take me to the train station?..."  His arms are around her now and Harlow didn't know how long she could resist kissing him or letting him have his way.  Luckily, she was also freaked out by him and she would hold on to that.

"What's wrong besides the situation with your brother?"  Christaphor didn't like the look in her eyes, he felt her pulling away from him and he couldn't understand why.

"I can't deal with this now I have to get to my family.  I want to go alone.  Please do not make this more difficult."

"It is difficult for me to let you do that because I want to be there for you and take care of you.  We are going to Vermont together. Do I need to drag you up to the bathroom so I can watch you as I shower to make sure you don't sneak off?"

Normally Harlow would have leapt at the chance, but for now she figured it would be best to have Christaphor with her because even though he was kind of insane in his need and wanting of her, she did love him and he would take care of her.

"Fine.  I'll go eat soup."  She stomps off towards the kitchen.

As Christaphor made his way to his master suite, he wracked his brain trying to figure out Harlow's sudden disdain for him.  He left her sleeping and before that she seemed rather pleased with him.  He enjoyed her many moods and the challenging woman she was, but this seemed too much for her.  Perhaps it was just that her brother is back in the hospital again.  He shakes his head and resolved to just let her be and soon enough she would fill in the missing pieces.

3- No Pressure

                During the drive to Christaphor's helipad Harlow was silent.  As they settled themselves in the back of the helicopter, she was still silent.  During the flight she did hold Christaphor's hand because her fear of flying would always win out over her anger with him.  She feels him lift her hand up and kiss it.  She looks at him...

"I know what you did."  She look into his beautiful coppery eyes and watches as disbelief and then realization settles in.

"How?"  He asks.  Harlow respected that he didn't bother to deny it- showed he wasn't a total liar and master manipulator.

"You need to lock your phone or at least take it with you while you're cooking.  You know, especially when you're selling gossip and getting into fights with your coworkers and future lovers."  She tries to let go of his hand, but he won't let her hand go.

"I told you Jennifer is not a factor.  As for what I did...it was in poor taste and a bad decision, but I did it because-"

"You love me and you did not want to break up.  Instead of being normal though, you didn't call me or email me or show up at my apartment at all times of the day...like a normal smitten guy, no you throw me to the wolves and make yourself my savior-"  He lets go of her hand in order to put his head in his hands.

"I have never felt like this.  Like you, I am new to this love thing.  I have never done anything like this...never have I been so...psychotic.  I am so sorry, Harlow." He looks over at her, she is looking out of the helicopter window.  Everything was in her hands and whatever she wanted to do now, he would have to go with it.  He would have to let her go if she wanted.

Harlow found peace in the twinkling light below her.  She didn't want Christaphor to see the silent tears running down her cheek.  The tears started when she heard the defeat in his voice, a man like Christaphor Halo sounding defeated-it hurt her deep.  She quickly wipes her cheeks and turns back to his beautiful face.

"I can't do this and think about my brother at the same time...can you just be here, no pressure?"  He takes her hand and smiles weakly.

"I will."  He is pleasantly surprised when she scoots closer to him and lays her head on his shoulder.  For once in his life Christaphor Halo was scared, but again he hoped his risks would work for him in the end.

The End...for now.  Next up Calliente Rain! 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Hater's Lament.

Tell me what there isn't to hate- I mean there are things, but not enough.  How can I not be eager to jump around and pop a titty when people worship the Kardashian's ...and when Black people are gunned down like it's okay.  Promising teenagers snuffed out because carrying a firearm is fine as long as you are not Black.  Because these teens LOOK like they are up to no good just because their melanin is glorious and dark.  These people.  These human beings.  Meaningless lives since the sands of time when their only meaning was for the economic growth of this country and countless others.
So tell me why I can't hate and side eye the fuck out of everything and everyone?  Why when my brother- a person without a criminal background- could be out and mistakenly find himself around cops and be taken out without a second thought.  I could be minding my business being an aloof hater and be put in a choke hold because maybe I accidentally bumped into a police officer.  Or any person carrying a firearm who feels they are Standing Their Ground can kill Black person just cuz.
Don't gimme shit about being a hater, allow me to see for the world for what it is (through my own eyes) and try to make my way through it...non-perkily.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Hard Heat: A Chronicles of Cashmere Series- Calliente Winds

1- What Is Owed

                If every time D'Angelo Santos would slide from under a car to be greeted by Jacobi's long shapely legs, he would do it more often.  A smile grew on his face- something that occurred more often as of late- as he stood to his full 6'3" height.  She held a brown paper bag out to him and a smile so big her one dimple showed, not being able to help himself, D'Angelo grabbed her waist and pulled her close to kiss her.  A kiss he wished could lead to other things, but with Kevin around along with a few clients, it probably wouldn't be good for business.  Ever since Jacobi moved to Vermont-for him- she would occasionally stop by the shop with lunch for him and scone for Kevin.  It was the highlight of their day

He opens the bag, "What's for lunch today, mi amor?"

"It is turkey with bacon on wheat with a herb goat cheese spread, arugula, mustard and a little pepper.  Just a little something I whipped up."  She leans on a car that is waiting to be worked on.  Jacobi was slowly becoming a culinary genius.  Between looking for a job and tying up loose ends with her former life in New York, she watched a lot of Food Network.  She grew to like the immediate results with cooking, much unlike the never ending questions that her life was becoming.  She wasn't complaining though.  She was in a beautiful little town, living in a beautiful little house with the love of her life.

"You are spoiling me...and fattening me up."  He bites into the sandwich and moans with pleasure.  He offers her a bite, she takes it and claps a little.  He sits on a nearby bench and pulls Jacobi onto his lap, they proceed to eat his sandwich like this.  Moments like these were almost too cheesy for Jacobi, but she blamed the country air and her need to wear moccasins all the time.  It was all about comfort and passion.
Their lunch eating was interrupted by Kevin clearing his throat, when they both turn to him, Jacobi see's that Gibson is standing behind him with a look on his face that felt like a punch to her gut.

"Mr. James is here to pick up his Camry but wanted to go over a few things with you, D'Angelo."  Even Kevin could tell this would be worth grabbing his scone and watching how this all played out.  He knew a woman as beautiful as Jacobi wouldn't come without some type of drama.  She is worth it though because he didn't like D'Angelo until she came back into his life.  He feels good about coming to work and actually being able to have a conversation with him, D'Angelo even has a wicked sense humor he never knew about.
Kevin sighs and returns to the front area of the shop.

D'Angelo watches as Jacobi stands, but doesn't leave his side.  He stands next to her and tries his best not to be affectionate, he wouldn't be disrespectful to Gibson who's face he'd seen many times in the mirror when Jacobi left him.

"So...this is who you left me for- the mechanic? Wow."  The venom in Gibson's voice was unfamiliar to Jacobi.  He was always the kindest person- until she went stomped on his heart.  Gibson is clenching and unclenching his jaw considering if he can actually take D'Angelo who was massive and almost seemed to expect a punch at some point.

"Gibson...it's not like that, I've known D'Angelo for a long time-" She is interrupted by Gibson burst of laughter.  It was a harsh sound.

"His name is fucking D'Angelo?!  This just gets better..."

"Listen, why don't I let you talk to him about your car and I can wait outside for you if you have any thing else to say to me."  She starts to exit which brings her closer to Gibson, he moves in front of her to stop her.  D'Angelo watches intently, he wouldn't hurt Gibson- anymore- but if he touched Jacobi he would gently pull him out of the garage.

"No, I don't need to say anything to him.  Suddenly I don't care about that car...but unfortunately, I still care about you.  I came here to ask around about you-and lucky me I found you...here with him," He gives D'Angelo a disgusted look, then Gibson squares his shoulders, "I am not giving up without a fight.  I don't know what nostalgia she is holding on to, but we were fine and in love until she...she ran into you."

"Gibson, let's go talk- I know this cafe-"

"No.  You need to come with me to New York, there is still some paperwork with the apartment.  We can talk then-D'Angelo you trust her to be away from you a couple of days don't you?"  He smirks.  Jacobi had never seen this hardened side to Gibson and it saddened her that she had something to do with it.

"I trust her to go where she needs to go and be where she wants to be."  D'Angelo walks to the front of the garage to find Kevin, and Gibson's car keys.  Jacobi watches him and wished they could go back to being in their bubble...where people's feelings didn't have to be considered.

"Wow, he's deep.  I see why you're so into him." Gibson moves closer to Jacobi and takes her hand, she lets him have it.

"Gibson, I can meet with you in New York-"

"You are driving with me to New York in that car your boyfriend fixed.  We can talk all you want then."

"But Gib-"

"You owe me that much.  We'll leave tomorrow.  I'll pick you up from here."  He leans closer as if wanting to kiss her cheek but decides against it.  Gibson lifts the hand he is holding and kisses it, "I miss you."  For a moment his eyes went from hurt and anger, to a pleading softness. He leaves the garage.

Jacobi goes to sit on the bench and put her head in her hands.  She didn't know which would be harder- a long car ride with Gibson or explaining to D'Angelo why she had to do this.  Her love for Gibson was never what it is for D'Angelo, but she cared about him and felt she did owe him a final 'talk it out'.  Then again, how do you tell someone who loves you all the reasons you love someone else?
Suddenly large warm hands were on her shoulders.

"Mi amor..."  He whispers in her ear and kisses her neck.

"I have to go with him...tomorrow."  She stands to turn and hug him, "I will come back to you.  I love you."

2- Distractions

                "No."  D'Angelo enunciated it with a firm chop on his cutting board.  He and Jacobi were making dinner when she decided to inform him about how she would be driving down to New York with Gibson.

"But it will give us a chance to really talk and for me to explain everything."  She hands him another pepper and absentmindedly kisses his broad shoulder.  D'Angelo loved cooking with Jacobi because it always resulted in great food and random kisses.

"Explain to him how much you're in love with me while he's driving a car.  No escape.  What if he let's you out in the middle of nowhere?"

"He wouldn't do that."  At least the Gibson she knew wouldn't do that.

"I think it wouldn't end well if you went on a road trip with your ex  that you just dumped."  D'Angelo didn't state his fear that it could work to Gibson's advantage-being enclosed with Jacobi.  He didn't want to envision them pulling over to the side of the road to kiss or to...
He shakes his head.  He trusted Jacobi, but not a man who said he wasn't giving up without a fight.  Jacobi hugs him from behind, rubbing her hands on his stomach.  She kisses in between his shoulder blades.

"This is what Gibson needs and I owe him that much."

"It is what you need too?"  He turns around, still keeping Jacobi's arms around him.

"Maybe... I don't want any bad  karma to mess with us.  We've already wasted enough time."  They kiss which grows into D'Angelo placing his knife back on his cutting board and using hands to caress Jacobi's back and perfect ass.  He held her against him to show her how much he was enjoying her 'distraction by kisses'.  She begins kissing his neck and moves down to his chest, she looks him in the eyes as her hands grip his hips and she kisses from his chest to his stomach.  She slides his pajama pants down and takes hold of him with both hands, her lips make their way to his tip and she makes slow circles with her tongue.  D'Angelo grips the counter he is leaning on, his breath coming out in spurts.  He had to admit she was very good at distracting him.


Later in well rumpled bed, D'Angelo caressed Jacobi's back as she lay on her stomach with her head facing him.  He laid on his side facing her, and they just looked at each other for a while, until D'Angelo spoke.

"You do what you need to do, but I think it's a bad idea you riding in a car with him."

"I understand, but I think it's best.  I haven't been fair to him in all this, so I can do this for him."  She turns to lay on her back.  Jacobi looks at the ceiling and tries to maintain her seemed strength when really she just wanted to stay in Vermont with D'Angelo and continue building this life.  It was freeing being without the hassle and constraints of caring how others viewed you or living by someone elses standards.  She had never been so happy in her life making her man sandwiches and reinventing who this happy Jacobi is.

D'Angelo moves on top of her, she wraps her legs around his waist, "I love you because you are a fair, beautiful spirit...but if he causes you any harm I will kill him."  He slides into her warmth, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You are so romantic."  Jacobi breathlessly kisses him.

3-  Broken

                "Poetic Justice" by Kendrick Lamar filled the silence in the car.  Gibson and Jacobi barely greeted each other, they just sipped their iced coffee's while he drove and she stared out at the open road ahead.  Every time she turned to start to say something, he would grip the steering wheel tighter.  She had never seen him this tense.  Gibson was always laid back and easy to smile.

"We left at a good time, no traffic."  Jacobi finally says.  She decided to just stare straight ahead and go for it.


"Listen Gibson, this seems pointless but I am sorry for what happened.  I care about you-"

"So why did you leave me?"

"Because I was with D'Angelo before I met you for a long while and left him because I was trying to be someone I wasn't-"  She is interrupted by his harsh laughter.

"You just make a habit of leaving people.  So you weren't yourself with me?"  He takes a moment to look at her.  He didn't want to because her face was like an anchor to him.  It wasn't just beautiful, but it made him feel at home.  Jacobi was comfort, she was love...she was everything to him.  He looks away to save himself.

"I wasn't totally myself.  I thought I wanted things that are truly not what I want- I just..."

"I am safe.  I am the good job, good home and two point five kids.  Boring."

"No, you are wonderful...and yes you made me feel safe, but I hid parts of myself from you because I was afraid of them or that you wouldn't be into them.  Some things also can't be helped...and D'Angelo is the love of my life-"

"Stop..."  He says weakly.  He slumps down in his seat, but a few moments later he sits up straighter, a resolve comes over him.  Gibson looks at Jacobi, her beautiful eyes moist with tears are on him, "You have broken me, Jacobi."
He then turns off the road  into a wooded area, speeding up every time Jacobi screamed for him to stop.  He finally does...when they hit a tree.  Jacobi is flung from the car because she had taken off her seat belt trying to grab the steering wheel from him.
Gibson doesn't know how much time has passed, he just feels unfortunate because he is conscious and able to open his eyes.  He feels unfortunate because he is still alive and doesn't see Jacobi, just the hole her body made as it went through his windshield.
He screams.

The End...for now.  We will catch up with Harlow and Christaphor in Don't Let Go next week!

Friday, August 1, 2014

Conversations With The Little Prince: He Is Not Here For It.

Due to my friend (in my head and on my blog) Ice T going on tour with his band Body Count, I found myself listless and conversation-less.  Then one day whilst mocking Rita Ora for saying she is like 100% Yugoslavian (okay, bitch), I stumbled upon a secret- Prince George can speak already!!  Because this chubby cheeked phenom is royalty, he isn't quick to reveal this but has taken a liking to my hater ways so he only chats with me and his immediate family.
 He may be a little more high brow than I am at times, but like Ice, we can talk about ANYTHING.

Prince George: (a Skype screen comes up with the cutey Prince flailing his arms) Honey T...are you there?

Me: Yes, hey there Georgie...look at those cheeks! (tries to pinch the screen)  Just want to pinch...

Prince George: Piss off.  I have interrupted my daily walk around the grounds to chat with you.

Me: Lucky me, what happens on these walks?

Prince George: Are we seriously going to sit here and discuss my walks?

Me: Have you been changed?  You're cranky.

Prince George: Don't be crass.  Have you seen this nonsense about Legolas punching that Beaver gentleman?

Me: Good riddens...but it was more of a gentle swipe, I've seen you hit nanny's harder than that!

Prince George: Are you implying that I am abusive to my caretakers?

Me: You can be aggressive...

Prince George: ME?  This from the person who threatens to punch or kick someone just for existing!

Me:  Will you just admit you hit harder than Will Turner?

Prince George: Fine.  It's true.

Me: Now do you think you can do something about getting that Beaver kid hit by someone or something harder?

Prince George: My mum says that hitting him will not solve anything, she is a sweet woman.  I'll confer with my uncle Harry about getting a few of his service chaps to meet up with sir Beaver in dark pub and show him a thing or two.

Me: Yes!  That's what I'm talking about.  What's the point of being royal if you can't have anyone beat up at any time!- soooo can you also see how if Harry likes honey in his spot o' tea...

Prince George: I hear my grandmother calling for me...I must ...go. (his screen goes blank)

Here I thought I was a a hating ass hater, but Prince George has me beat.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Hard Heat: A Chronicles of Cashmere Series- Don't Listen

1- Lunch...Dates

                Harlow knew this wasn't the best idea.  By all appearances she was at a work lunch with one of her new colleagues, Michael Dean.  They were getting acquainted and discussing an account they were working on.  "Getting acquainted' lunches were happening frequently with Michael, but Harlow had this feeling in her gut that he was seeking more.  It was the same feeling she had about the woman who took over her position at Forte.  A woman she met in London with Christaphor.  A woman who couldn't keep her eyes off of him.  A woman who seemed very much like Christaphor in that she was worldly and 'business oriented'.  A woman who quit her job in London and moved to New York to work with the amazing Christaphor Halo.
Now Harlow was a seemingly sane woman who didn't believe the world was after she or her...boyfriend.  Her lover.  She didn't know how to define Christaphor, it was all so intense.
Harlow just had her gut feelings about things.   Perhaps she was being a bit 'extra' because of the sudden breakup of her brother Gibson and Jacobi.  They seemed perfect for each other, but out of the blue she says she is in love with someone and moving to Vermont.
 Harlow is shaken from her thoughts as Michael touches her hand...

"I'm sorry I am boring you, going on and on.  Please, tell me how your first month is going." He doesn't remove his hand so Harlow is unsure how to remove hers.  She didn't want to seem rude, but she also didn't want to lead him on.

She laughs and slides her hand from under his immediately using it to fix her hair, "You were not boring me at all.  I appreciate you making sure I am comfortable and getting settled.  My month has been great; I am learning so much."

"Good.  We are lucky to have you-"

"Michael Dean and Harlow Johns, what a surprise?"  Harlow had to tell herself to breathe when she heard Christaphor's voice.  Though it showed no wayward emotion, she just knew he was upset.  When their eyes met, she swore she saw flames instead of his usual copper beauties.

"Le Pristine is the industry hot spot I guess..."  Michael says, he winks at Harlow.

"Well I won't keep you, just wanted to stop by and say 'hello'."  Christaphor smiles at the both of them and walks over to a table with four other people seated at, including 'the woman', Jennifer Haynes.  Jennifer's blue eyes light up when Christaphor takes his seat next to her, she places a hand on his upper arm and leans close to his ear to tell him something.  Harlow tries not to stare.

"Wow, that wasn't awkward... your old boss-"  Michael says distracting Harlow from her staring and trying to mentally stab Jennifer.

"I left on good terms besides my replacement seems to be fitting in just fine."  She quickly looks back at Christaphor and Jennifer, who has a hand on his shoulder and is laughing about something.  Suddenly Harlow's phone vibrates.  She looks down to see a text message from Christaphor.

"Take that...I have to go to the little boys room...b r b."  Michael winks at Harlow again and heads for the back of the restaurant.

Harlow sighs and reads the text: If he touches you again I will make it so he is unable to touch anyone or anything again.

Christaphor Halo wasn't a crazed jealous man, but he was proprietary about what he considered his.  Harlow was definitely no object, but in their month together he was in love with her, so much so he wanted them living together already.  Harlow laughed at this.  She had fallen for him as well, but all these 'fancy free feelings' were new to her and she didn't want to fall on her face.
Though Christaphor was everything she wanted, he still had his moments where she wanted to run and hide and forget this whole affair.

She quickly types back: Stop.  If you want to play that game- is my replacement replacing me in all things?
She clicks send.
 Harlow smiles satisfied that she hadn't totally lost her spunk, her brother makes fun of her for becoming a tamed kitten since meeting Christaphor.

The phone vibrates in her hand.  Harlow's smile grows wider until she see's that Christaphor is no longer sitting at his table. She also notices that Michael is returning to their table.

Christaphor's text reads: I am in the unisex handicap bathroom. Come here.  Now.

Harlow's eyes go wide.  Her breath quickens.  She tucks her phone into her purse and looks up at Michael, "My turn.  Be right back."
He smiles and touches her shoulder as she passes his seat.

Harlow had no idea what kind of argument was awaiting her in this unisex bathroom, but she knew it would have to be a quick one because she had deadlines.  She knocks on the door-then it was all like a whirlwind.  She is pulled into the bathroom, her purse is taken and put on a counter- then Christaphor's eyes meet hers and there was a silent understanding about what was going to happen here.
He turns her around to face the faux marble wall and licks the shell of her ear, he then whispers, "I don't like being jealous, Harlow."
He slides her pencil skirt up her thighs and then begins to massage her warm, luscious flower with his two long fingers.
Harlow moans, "I don't like being jealous...either...Christaphor..."  She gasps when he slides her delicate undergarments to the side.  She hears his zipper and before she could fully comprehend that she was about to have sex in a public restroom- he was fully inside her, so deep she almost orgasmed that instant.  She begins clawing at the smooth cool walls, one of his larger hands intertwines with hers while the other is holding her to him, a hand splayed on her tummy.  He tugs her back with each deep thrust, one of Harlows hands moves to the back of his head and tugs at his close cropped hair.
 His warm breath in her ear, "I love you."
Though she would rather be no where else, but here right now fucking Christaphor in a fancy New York City bathroom, Harlow wasn't sure this 'first time he said I love you' moment would be one she wanted to share with her grandchildren...or with anyone.

2- The Replacement

                The rest of the day seemed like a blur for Harlow.  She was so deep in her thoughts.  Then a flash of what happened at Le Pristine would make her blush...then she would feel uneasy about it again.  The unease came from how unaffected Christaphor seemed after their...intense interlude.  Did he even know he said that he loved her or were all things forgotten when he came.
He went back to his table and cracked a joke that made everyone laugh, Jennifer laughed the loudest of course.  While Harlow tried to say anything to Michael besides: I just fucked my boyfriend in the bathroom!

After a few meetings and thought clearing walks to Starbucks with her new co-workers, Harlow decided to email Christaphor.  She felt writing to him would be far better than saying anything face to face...because more than likely there wouldn't be much speaking and just a lot of wonderful things that would make her forget why they needed to talk.
Sure she was an adult and enjoyed those wonderful things...these were real feelings that she was dealing with.  Feelings she felt unfamiliar with as she had never been in love.
Harlow sat in her office for a bit contemplating how to begin her email.  She didn't want it to be a novella about her feelings, Christaphor was a man of few words and she gathered he showed his feelings with his actions.  The fact that he wanted to spend every waking moment with her when he wasn't working, should be enough.
She decides that fewer flowery words and getting straight to the point was the thing to do....


This afternoon-though wonderful (as always)- was very intense.  I need time to process everything.  I know you wanted to me join you in San Francisco this weekend for your conference, but I think we should use this time to really think about what we want.


She pressed 'send' and leaned back in her chair.  This weekend she would not only process this whole 'relationship' thing, but catch up on work accounts.  As she was about to send Michael an email to re-send some samples she needed, an email from Christaphor pops up.


I am a glad things were to your liking though not good enough to keep you from running away.  You want space to 'process' the fact that  I love you?  You need to figure out if you feel the same or if this is just great sex.  Take the weekend and get back to me when you have fully processed everything.


For a man of few words, Harlow felt when he was tapped, Christaphor could be quite the wordsmith.  He overwhelmed her with how straight forward he was.  There was no game- so why couldn't she just trust it.  She felt a pang of hurt, but she wanted this.  She wanted the space...she wanted to process...but oh she wanted him.


You know I feel the same I am just not used to feeling this way.  Thank you for the... space.



                             It was weird for her to be alone in her apartment without anticipating Christaphor coming over to make dinner and for them to discuss their day.  Harlow distracted herself with work until the urge to email Christaphor took over and she began an email to him.  The twenty-four hours of no communication was long enough.  He didn't even respond to the last email she sent to him.  In this battle of wills, he was clearly in the lead.
As she opened her Gmail she sees an email from a former colleague and friend at Forte, Jillian Jacks.


Long time no see, bitch!  When are we going for drinks?  We can't this weekend because I am stuck here in San Francisco for this conference with the delicious CHRISTAphor Halo and that new British bimbo ass they hired to replace you.  I don't know if its the Cali breezes but her skirts are shorter than the usual- anyways we have an office pool here going to see how long it take for those two to start banging.  She is like what comes up when he types: date for tonight.
Enough about me.  Let's get together soon so I can gossip with my favorite bitch!


Harlow wanted to take her laptop and toss it across the room.  Instead, she paced in her living room trying to get thoughts of Christaphor and Jennifer together...out of her head.  Wasn't the beginning of their...tryst...affair on a business trip?
Two knocks on her door, Harlow jumps a little.  It was nine at night, who would be stopping by without calling first.  She realized this wasn't the Victorian ages and that she just needed open the door and get over it.  When she did she sees Christaphor with his elegant overnight bag.  Harlow steps back in shock, he steps into the apartment and closes the door behind him.

3- The End?

               Christaphor wasn't a fearful man.  He wasn't a man who chased a woman or said 'I love you' at all.  He told his mom he loved her, but that was his mom.  This thing with Harlow took him out of his comfort zone and unlike most he enjoyed that.  Especially because he knew the risk would be worth it.
He pulls her to him and leans in to kiss her, when their lips meet it was almost electrical.  His bag drops to the floor and they make their way to the couch that they have 'christened' many times before.  She begins pushing away from him though...

"Stop...please..."  Harlow places a hand on Christaphor's broad chest.  He looks at her with questioning eyes...and did she see fear flash in them for a second.


"Because this....isn't space."  He let's go of her.  It was almost as if she punched him in the gut.  Harlow was a ball of emotions- she was elated he was there, she was angry about the Jennifer thing, she wanted him to leave, she wanted him to hold her...."I am glad you are here, I was just about to write you..."

He steps closer to her, "Good.  I saved you the keystrokes."  His arms are around her again, she slowly wraps her arms around his waist.  "I tried giving you space and I figured I had given you enough."

She sighs and kisses his chin, he smiles. "I think we should break up..."  Harlow didn't know why the words escaped her lips, but the fear of being so in love with Christaphor and then him leaving her for her 'replacement' wasn't something she could deal with.  First loves are a bitch.
Christaphor had been staring at her this whole time, mouth open staring.  Wordlessly, he gathers his elegant weekend bag and leaves Harlow standing in the middle of her now dim feeling living room, feeling lonely for the first time ever in her life.  What did she just do?

The End...for now.  We will catch up with Harlow and Christphor in Don't Let Go in a few weeks!!!  #BeachReads

Friday, July 18, 2014

Hard Heat: A Chronicles of Cashmere Series- Calliente Thunder

More of my summer ROOOOMANCE series....enjoy!

1- A Reunion?

                     The radio crackled out "Locked Out of Heaven" (Bruno Mars), but it didn't distract D'Angelo Santos from the task at hand-repairing a car that had been in a bad wreck over the weekend.  He learned to tune everything out and just focus on the car.  There were few things he enjoyed more than repairing cars; that and making art out of scrap metal.
He doesn't lower the volume or hear that his name is being called.

"D!"  The shop manager, Kevin, yells for the third time.  It was a charm because D'Angelo finally hears him and slides from under the wrecked Toyota Camry.

"Yeah?" D'Angelo makes no effort to sit up, he figured this would be a quick conversation and he could get back to what he was doing.

"The Camry owners girl is here she wants to hear what has to be done to the car and how long it will take-"

"Why don't you tell her then..."

Kevin rolls his eyes, "I tried but she wants to hear from the person actually fixing the car- I guess she's still freaked out about what happened.  Hey, no one died-"  He shrugs.  D'Angelo slowly stands and was ready to short answer this woman till she was so frustrated she left him alone.  He stretches to his full 6'3" frame and strides over to the front office area of the garage.  The greasy rag almost fell from his hands when he saw Jacobi Garrett's profile.  She was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  Mocha colored skin that glowed, hair was always in a high bun-that he loved releasing and watching it fall onto her shoulders, pouty lips that were his favorite to kiss- and then she turns her head when she feels his presence, her cat-like brown eyes widen a little and her pouty lips part.  She lets out a quick breath.

"Jacobi..."  He says with his usual deep rumble, a voice accented by both a Spanish and New York accent.  Jacobi felt her heart thud.  There he was, D'Angelo Santos, the man she never thought she'd lay eyes on again.  The man she left standing on the corner in Brooklyn's Park Slope as it rained.  It was like a scene from a movie.  Stoic man, emotional woman, rain.  It was year ago she realized she didn't like how vulnerable he made her feel; she was so in love with him.  He was an unstable artist who loved her like no other would-so of course she left him before he left her, and before she entered her 30's and wondered why she was living off ramen noodles in a loft with six other people.

"D'Angelo...uh, hi...what, what are you doing here?"  She steps back when he moves closer to her.  She knew that if he touched her once, she would be done for.

"I work here.  I take it you're the person who wanted to hear it straight from the horses mouth...so to say."  He smirks revealing his one dimple.  Jacobi was the only person he knew that could be so anal, but then have the freest spirit.  Of course the harder side of her always won out- it was the side that broke his heart.  He crosses his arms over his broad chest, mostly to protect himself because he wanted to hold her and forget about how she broke him into a million pieces.

"Yeah...yes...my...boyfriend's car- the car you're working on- I need to know how long this repair will take.  We are only visiting this area and he will be out of the hospital soon-"  She tended to ramble on when nervous.  D'Angelo wasn't making this easier for her, he let her go on and just stared at her as if he were watching paint dry.

"Two weeks."  He says, and then he adds, "You're actually dating a guy who drives a Toyota Camry?"  He chuckles and shakes his head as he walks away.  He left Jacobi standing there unable to come up with a witty reply, until...

"What are you doing here?  What happened to your art?"  For some reason she didn't like watching him walk away, and this couldn't be it.  She had to know how he was doing, even though she had no right to know.  He stops walking, but doesn't turn around...

"You're asking a lot of questions for someone who left me and has a boyfriend who was just in a car accident.  I bet he has a job with insurance and everything."  He turns to look at her.

"You were a great sculptor, I just hope you're still creating..."

"Please stop."  He walks away, leaving her this time.  When D'Angelo is alone he throws the rag and wants to pick up the Camry and toss it.
The one thing he held on to was that he'd see her one last time...in two weeks.  He hoped that would be it, but deep down he knew he would always want to see her and be with her.  Would he have to spend the next two weeks repairing her boyfriend's car and plotting ways on how to keep her here with him?

2- The Storm

                   As Jacobi entered Gibson's hospital room, she heard voices; and revealed his sister Harlow and her boyfriend- he was really a manfriend- Christaphor.  Harlow stood at Gibson's bedside and Christaphor was in a dark corner of the room occasionally checking his phone but mostly watching Harlow.  This reinforced what Jacobi called him in her head 'The Dark Knight'.  He seemed to always find the darkest parts of a room and just watch Harlow, and the minute she hinted at wanting anything he was there with it.  It was fascinating to watch-

"Jacobi! Hey!"  Harlow comes towards her ready to hug.  Jacobi sighed as she hugged Harlow back noticing what a difference 'love' made to the formerly 'non-touchy feely' Harlow.

"Hi Harlow...Christaphor."  Jacobi goes to other side of Gibson's bed and squeezes his hand.

"You okay?"  Gibson asks.  Jacobi hated how well he could read her, but there was no way she was going to inform him that she ran into the love of her life and he hates her...and that that hurts her.  She couldn't admit to this man who was perfect for her that she wanted nothing more than to run back to that car garage and kiss D'Angelo all over his handsome face.

"Fine- just left the garage and they say that the car won't be fixed for another two weeks."

"That's a long time to be stuck here..."  Harlow says.

" I can helicopter you back to New York and send for the car in two weeks."  Christaphor says in his true Dark Knight fashion.  He emerges from the dark corner and stands beside Harlow.  She immediately takes his hand and looks up at him in a way that causes him to blush.  Jacobi was truly fascinated by their pairing.

"That sounds amazing- the doc says I will be ready for release in two days tops."  Gibson says.

"Great, then it's a plan.  We helicopter in two days."  Jacobi says.  She felt it was for the best, the quicker she was away from D'Angelo the better.  She would never have to see him again. Unknowingly, she frowns.  Gibson squeezes her hand and she immediately smiles.


                     The night before Jacobi and Gibson were going helicopter back to New York, Jacobi decided she needed a break from the hospital and Gibson's hands on family.  Christaphor made sure everyone made it to and from Vermont and New York.
Jacobi was blasting "Warm Winds" by SZA in her rental car, she was just driving away from the hospital and the garage, everything.  She was fine before she ran into D'Angelo.  Complacent.  Looking at vacation homes in Vermont with Gibson pretending it was everything she wanted.  Everything she wanted was probably under a car.  Everything she wanted was unpredictable and touched her like he was amazed every time.
Suddenly there is a downpour so Jacobi pulls over on the side of the road when she was no longer able to see the road ahead of her.  After a few moments she realizes she is parked down a path from a quaint looking home- so far the residents of Vermont have been neighborly, whomever lived here might surely let her wait the storm out.
Wrapping her cardigan around her and the skimpy summer dress she had on, she made a run for the house.  Once under the patio she realized that if this proved to be a bad idea, she would just have to shiver it out in her car.
She knocks twice on the front door.  She couldn't hear any movement due to the wind and rain.  Suddenly the door opens revealing D'Angelo.  Jacobi's mouth drops.

"Well, well...what can I do for you, Jacobi?"  He leans against the door frame and crosses his muscular brown arms across his broad chest.  The smirk on his face made Jacobi take a step back.  D'Angelo didn't believe in that "Secret' crap, but maybe someone was onto to something.  He just had an urgency to see Jacobi- the rain always made him think of her.

"I didn't know you lived here...I have to go-"  As she goes to step away, D'Angelo gently grabs her arm.

"No, you're not going out in that.  Come in."  He guides her into his home.  Seeing the warm colors mixed with his sculptures...including one that almost look like her- made tears moisten her eyes.  Just walking into D'Angelo's home was like a hug she longed for.

"This is...nice..."  She says.

"Thank you.  Can I get you anything?  I have the green tea you like..."

Jacobi begins shaking her head, "I can't do this...I can't be here..."

"You can stand out on the patio if you'd like till the storm stops."  Just when he thought she couldn't hurt him anymore- he wasn't just beneath her, his home was too.  No matter what though, he didn't want her traveling in the storm...no matter if she was so disgusted by him, loving her was something he stopped fighting a long time ago.  So deep in thought he didn't notice she had placed herself in front of him.  Her glorious eyes pleading for something...

"D'Angelo it's not for the reasons you think- I never stopped loving you.  I will always love you.  I just...I am so scared that if you ever didn't want or love me...like now...it's devastating.  I'm sorry...."  D'Angelo couldn't believe what he just heard, as Jacobi turns to go towards his front door, he stops her by pulling her close to his body.  Her back to his hard chest, his arms wrapped around her full breasts.  She gasps.  His hot breath on her ear he whispers, "I have never stopped loving you, mi amor..."

D'Angelo turns Jacobi to him and kisses her hard and passionately.  He tugs at her bun so that her hair slowly falls down to the middle of her back.  He kisses Jacobi breathless.
"I have missed you so, mi amor"  He says in between kisses on her neck.  He lifts her so her shapely legs are wrapped around his waist.
"I have missed you too...my love."  Jacobi moans.  At that moment D'Angelo knew they would never make it to his bedroom.  He roughly leans Jacobi's back against the wall closest to the sculpture he called "Mine" which was basically Jacobi's silhouette.
Thankfully Jacobi was wearing a dress so D'Angelo ripped her lacey boycut underwear and began massaging the place he wanted to spend hours reconnecting with.  She moans and grows wetter.  This causes him to throb with anticipation, just wanting to lose himself in her.
He feels her using her feet to maneuver his drawstring lounge pants down.  He chuckles, "You want this..."  He rubs the tip of his manhood against her causing her to writhe...
"Yes, please..." she moans, " I need it, D."  With that he slides into her, stretching her, gritting his teeth because she felt so good.  The heat of his manhood caused Jacobi to arch her back and slide herself down to his base causing him to grunt.
"I am going to fuck till you can't go back to your Toyota Camry life..." D'Angelo bites Jacobi's earlobe and she nips at his neck in response.

3- Leaving

                        The next morning Jacobi was awakened by the smell of coffee and the constant ringing of her cellphone.  She realized she was on a bed, nude and had no idea where the phone was- till she looked over at the nightstand beside the bed.  Gibson's smiling face appeared on the phone screen, she presses the answer button though she had no idea what she would say...

"Gibson...hey..."  Her voice was husky with sleep though she had no idea when she or D'Angelo fell asleep, much less made it to the bed.  She felt horrible, Gibson didn't deserve this...

He audibly sighs, "Jacobi!  Thank goodness...with the storm...and I couldn't get in contact with you..."

"I'm sorry I didn't call you- I had to hide out from the storm."  She feels eyes on her and looks into D'Angelo's handsome face.  He handed her a mug of coffee and then left the bedroom.  "Listen, are you set for heading back to New York?"

"No I'm not because you are not here.  Where are you?  We'll come and get you."

"No, no...I'll come to you."  She gulps her coffee.  Traveling would give her time to think of what she was going to say or do.  She needed more time to figure out she and D'Angelo...and easily break Gibson's heart.  No matter what she had to go back to New York but how would she leave D'Angelo without him taking it personally?

"Okay...is everything alright?" Gibson asks, always reading her so well.

"Fine, I'll see you soon."

"Come by the inn.  I'll be here with Harlow and The Dark Knight."  They both chuckle.  After hanging up, Jacobi bee-lines to D'Angelo's bathroom to shower and come up with a way to leave him...again.


                     After a soul searching shower, Jacobi finds D'Angelo on his couch reading.  He is shirtless and his long legs are covered in scrub-like pants.  He looks up from his book, his eyes following her every move.  She comes over to the couch and straddles him, this causes him to smile.

"You are leaving me...again."  As he spoke she could feel the deep rumble of his voice through her hands that were placed on his chest.

"I have to go back to New York and straighten out my life...I don't want to come to you a mess-"

"I'll take you any way...again."  He smiles, "You are going back with him?"

"Yes."  He frowns at her response, but begins squeezing and caressing her hips and backside as he thinks.

"I'll give you time to straighten things out...but you will come back to me."

Jacobi leans down to kiss his soft full lips, "I will always come back to you."

The End...for now.  We will catch up with D'Angelo and Jacobi soon, but next up we will check in on Harlow and Christaphor in Don't Listen.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Hard Heat: A Chronicles of Cashmere Series- Don't Speak

I've decided to give my three readers a treat since I have been slacking with my blogging- a summer rooooomance seriessss (said in Oprah voice).  Who doesn't like laying on a beach reading about throbbing parts?!  
So, I have decided to write a few short 'beach reads' stories for y'all- to get ya hotter....in this heat.  Hmmm.  Anywho, enjoy.  Here is the first installment: Don't Speak- oh yeah this will be the perfect blend of cornball, my insane wit and filth.  #PerfectoBitches

1- Stop Before Start

                      Harlow stepped into the empty elevator eyes never leaving her smartphone screen.  She felt if she consistently checked for an email- it would come.  The email she was anticipating would be about a new job for a rival advertising company- she did the jump through hoops and interview thing.  The dinners and schmoozing, and now it came down to this one email letting her know if it was all for naught.  If this job didn't happen she didn't know what she would do-

"Harlow Johns, in the flesh."  His voice was low and wrapped around Harlow like a warm summer breeze.   Christaphor's voice both comforted and struck something deep in Harlow.  She looks up into his insistent coppery brown eyes.  Into the eyes of the reason she had to leave her current job.

"Good Morning Mr. Halo..."  Her voice deceives her by cracking.  She clears it and smiles when she thinks about his last name and the man she knows him to be.  Christaphor Halo was no angel.  He was an intelligent and ambitious man.  The youngest partner at Forte Agency, Christaphor was known for his integrity, being mysterious and his supreme cool.
Harlow also knew him as unrelenting in his pursuit of her.  She would never understand why; she wasn't denying that it was a thrill that scared the shit out of her.  So much so, she was actively looking for another job where a meek graphic designer could go from work to krav magra and then back to work again.  Her social life was limited, just as she liked it.  A few friends, a lover every now n' then and family obligations.  Harlow enjoyed her world of keeping people at a distance which she felt allowed her to control all of her circumstances- Christaphor Halo wanted to shake all of that up.  Ever since she sat in on a meeting for a new account a month ago it has been emails, random run-ins and more meetings where he sits and stares at her until her caramel skin is tomato toned.
Much like he was doing now....

"Christaphor."  A slow smile forms on his full lips.  "You are a hard woman to track down-it's almost like you're avoiding me."

Harlow felt as if the elevator was moving slower, she nervously laughs, "Avoiding?  I am just really busy with the new Rutledge account."  She was really just avoiding him.  Harlow was never fond of male attention- she liked the usual banter that led to some type of courtship followed by eventual dating that ended with a breakup usually because Harlow 'just didn't seem into it'.  This goes back to her keeping people at a distance.
Christaphor's subtle yet relentless approach threw Harlow off.  He would always stand a little too close to her and he always spoke to her like each word was meant to peel off a layer of clothing.  In fact, in this elevator that appeared to be moving slower, he was so close to her she could feel the heat coming from his body and smell the amazing cologne he wore.

"Speaking of Rutledge, they want us to come to their headquarters in London-"  He says.

"That's great.  London is great.  I'm sure you have been- it's a great city."  Harlow says wishing she was able to use more of her vast vocabulary.

"Great.  It will be you and I going-"  As he says this the elevator doors open and he begins to exit.  Harlow is still staring at where he was standing, slightly open mouthed.

2- London

                   The Savoy Hotel was elegant and refined like Christaphor Halo who stood inches away from Harlow.  This caused her breath to come out in spurts.  She was almost lulled by his voice as he spoke to the concierge; though his voice was low and deep she thought she heard they were sharing a room.  This broke her from her self-imposed stupor.

"Um...Christaphor...are there no other rooms?"  She asked immediately turning red when his coppery eyes fell upon her.  He smiles slowly.

"There are other rooms."  He turns back to continue with the concierge.  Harlow couldn't believe his confidence that she would be okay with this.  She avoided him during the plane ride, but now they would have it out in this room they would supposedly be sharing and then she would head to a pub and find another hotel to stay at.  Enough was enough.  First he makes sure that only she and he would go on this trip to London, and then he does everything in his power to make sure that Harlow couldn't get out of going with him to London.  Nothing he did was blatant so it wasn't as if she could file a complaint- though booking one room was a step in the 'obviously hitting on her' direction.
The thing that made Harlow the angriest was that she really didn't mind it- it was almost as if she wanted this.  She was intrigued by his confident power.  He was a man of few words who brought people to puddles, and for some reason he was almost vested in 'having her'.

"They will bring our bags up to our room, let's follow the bellhop up there...."  He holds out an arm for her to take.  She looks at it and him, and then follows the bellhop leaving him behind.  Christaphor catches up to her though, his presence felt at her shoulder.

They all enter the elevator silently.  The tension caused the bellhop to tap on the wood paneling as he nervously smiled at them.  Harlow knew her face was tight, she tried not to look at Christaphor's handsome face that she knew was looking at hers.  To say Christaphor was handsome was an understatement.  His skin was the color of honey; the honey colored lush and rugged features that were showcased by his sleepy brown eyes and full lips.  His 6'2" height was taller than Harlow's 5'5' and his build was lean-though she could tell he was muscular- Harlow quickly shakes her head and tries to hold on to being angry at him and not wanting to use this energy to do other things to him.  Or with him.

The elevator doors open and they all silently walk down the long carpeted hallway.  The bellhop stops at door marked PH 3.  Of course Christaphor Halo would stay in a penthouse.
As soon as Harlow is inside the large excellently designed suite, she walks into any other room that did not have Christaphor or the bellhop in it.  She wound up in the bedroom.  The four post king sized bed being the focal point  along with a balcony overlooking the Thames River.  The man had impeccable taste and seemed fairly capable at seduction- this made Harlow angrier.  She was a 'done deal' according to Christaphor.
Pacing while deep in angry thoughts, she didn't notice Christaphor had entered the room and was sitting in a high backed chair in the corner watching her.  Besides the feeling he gets when he sits in the midst of a brainstorming session for a new account- watching Harlow was his favorite thing to do.  He noticed her when he was VP with Forte, she was considered the best graphic designer in their field- though she didn't know that.  Quietly she worked her way up to director of the graphics department, all the while remaining humble and in her own world.
Her looks seemed to be an obvious reason for his unreasonable attraction to her at first sight.  She was curvy, with large almond shaped grey eyes that always seemed to look through him, her thick curly black hair he imagined tugging as he kissed her- Christaphor was used to noticing a woman who would then pursue him until he had enough time in his schedule to entertain himself...with her.  With Harlow everything was different.  He felt a connection to her, though they were vastly different they connected on some level- and then there was the fact that she avoided him.  He wasn't simple enough to want someone just because they seemed like they didn't want him, she wanted him, but he was intrigued as to why she was fighting it.
Right now, she appeared to be angry.  She bit her full bottom lip and paced in front of him, jiggling in places that caused Christaphor to shift in his seat.  He didn't want to speak and ruin this view, but he was afraid if this went on for too long he would pounce on her and fuck her on the bed that seemed to be calling for that.  That wouldn't be the best way to woo someone like Harlow, plus he needed her to know this was not going to be some 'water cooler/office gossip' affair.  This was going to be them together and him never having to wonder- or risk her finding someone else who would not be worthy of her because it wouldn't be him.

Harlow's 'anger parade' was cut short by Christaphor clearing his throat.  She didn't know he was there-just watching her.  The urge to go over to him and sit on his lap and play in his hair was strong, but she knew better-

"What the fuck is all this, Christaphor!"  She didn't move closer to him, that would be dangerous because he seemed like a jungle cat laying in wait in the tall grass.

He closes his eyes relishing her voice speaking his name, "I don't know.  This is why I thought we should share this suite and figure things out."

"You mean make it so I have to come to with you to London so you can fuck me and then check me off your list of conquests?"  She crosses her arms in front of her needing to hold herself up after seeing the look in Christaphor's shimmering eyes.  He slowly stands and begins walking towards her.  Harlow felt like she should move away but by the time she uncrosses her arms Christaphor has wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.  His eyes never leaving hers as he takes a hand and begins caressing her cheek and jawline, he then slowly leans down and tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth.  She gives up all thoughts of running away and moans as she wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers slowly making their way into his hair.  He then kisses her showing her wordlessly how this wasn't some cheap dalliance.  His lips softly pecking hers till they opened and he could taste her.  Savoring her sweet flavor he fought hard to remain calm and not answer the animal inside him that wanted to be thrusting inside her already.  He knew he needed to take his time- and he wanted to.  He had to.  This is the moment where he had to win her over because his usual ways of confident strategy were going to send her running away.

Their bodies so close that even through their clothing they could feel each others body heat. Harlow could feel Christaphor's growing desire against her tummy.  This caused her to pull him with her towards the lovely made bed that awaited them.  He stopped kissing her with surprise and then began pulling off his blazer.  They both began pulling at their own clothes along with each other's.  Soon he is just his boxer briefs laying back on the plush bed  with his hands caressing and squeezing Harlow's full bare -due to a g-string- derriere as she kissed him and ground slowly on his abundant erection.  Her skin was so soft and warm-he never wanted anyone more in his life.
Heart beating too fast, Harlow couldn't believe she had Christaphor between her legs.  She knew the way they were communicating was just what had to happen for now.  She would think about the after, after.  Even if this was a one time thing, there would be no regrets on her part.  No way she could regret delving into her underused passionate side with a man she has wanted since his copper eyes first looked into hers.

She suddenly finds herself beneath him with all her undergarments off.  "I want you, Harlow." he whispers as he begins placing soft wet kisses down her body, soon his warm mouth is pleasuring her most sensitive area and as she grows wetter he moans and continues the slow licks to her lush precious flower.  One hand tugged at the bedspread and her other massaged the top of his head- "Christaph....", she could barely get his name out as she came, and just when she thought she was done another wave of unfurled tension rolled through her.  The sounds she made almost made him lose control, he was already barely holding on.
As she lay there open, ready-he looked into her eyes finally seeing she was there with him and no longer fighting this thing, he slowly slid into her warmth, savoring the feel of her all around him gripping and pulling him in.  He kissed her as he stroked inside her, he tugged at her thick beautiful hair and knew this was the moment when she became his.

3- Not So Fast

                   The next few hours Harlow and Christaphor spent 'communicating' until they were both thoroughly exhausted.  Harlow nuzzling his neck as she slept. In fact, she was doing it now as the sun shown through the sheer curtains, Christaphor lay awake with no intention of waking her up.  They would eventually have to go to meetings and face the world, but right now he wanted enjoy the feel of her.
Another hour passed and they were freshly showered and sitting across from each other eating breakfast.

"I had Mirabelle schedule all our meetings today so we can have the evening and tomorrow...exploring London."  Christaphor sipped his coffee , enjoying how Harlow looked at him as if she wanted him right there on the table.  When she licked her lips he almost knocked all the dishes to the floor, she then smiled letting him know she was purposefully making him crazy.

"Sounds great.  I'll go through the presentations a few times before each meeting- Christaphor?"


"Before this..." She pointed at him and her, "I was actively looking for another job."

"To get away from...this."  He smiled slowly, though it didn't reach his eyes.  He had a feeling he wouldn't like where this was going.

"Yes.  Well when we get back I am putting in my two weeks notice- I didn't know you planned this business seduction trip!"

"You were just going to leave and think that that would be it?"  He was alarmingly calm which made Harlow try to down her coffee without choking.

"That was the plan."

"What is the plan now?"

"To take the job...and keep you."  She smiles.

"Come here..."  He whispers.  She saunters over to him and sits on his lap.  Soft playful pecks begin on his jawline, then his neck- it was true, Harlow wanted to keep Mr. Halo.  It could never be like this with anyone else, they didn't even need to speak to understand each other.  He looked at her like she was the sunrise and she knew that even if she doubted him and pushed him away, he would be there silent and strong...and wanting only her.

To be continued...we'll catch up with Harlow and Christaphor in a few weeks, but next lookout for  D'Angelo and Jacobi in Calliente Thunder (ha! yes that is a the title of the next story. no joke) #BeachReads