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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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.

"'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 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.