Last Call to love CHAPTER 11 TAKE 2

Troy and Ori have just had sex and are catching their breath. Ori uses her asthma pump because Troy forgot to put it down. Ori is going to take a shower while Troy prepares his house for a surprise party. He meets up with his party planner, Emma, and is impressed with the decorations. Troy gets dressed in a suit for the party and has a moment of doubt about proposing to Ori. He sends a text to Kayla, Ori's friend, to keep her occupied. Troy gets dressed and heads to the backyard, but finds the back door open and a stranger with a gun waiting for him. Chapter 11 Troi Fuck, baby, fuck. I collapsed on top of Ori, my nut flying from my dick into her warm, inviting center. The sweat rolled down her body as I nestled back down on her soft pillow, watching her trying to catch her breath. She reached into her nightstand for her shiny red asthma pump and placed it to her lips, taking in two deep puffs and quickly releasing it. Damn, I must have put it down and shit for her to nearly have an asthma attack behind this dick. You good, boo? I rolled over to her side and asked, eyes wide with worry. She took a deep breath and focused back on me. Yeah, baby, I'm okay. Damn, babe, you trying to kill me with that second round? She chuckled, placing her hand on her chest. I laughed back, knowing I did go a little hard the last round. Nah, babe, I was trying to cater to your body, that's all. She smiled and walked over to the door, reaching for her bathrobe and placing the silk material over her body. I'm going to hop in the shower and get ready. What do you have planned for the day? I know it's your day off, so I hope you relax and not do too much like you always do. She frowned. Nah, boo, I'm going to chill out today. I have a few things to do at my house before you come by, so I'm going to hop in the shower behind you. While biting the corner of her lip, she passed her robe over her shoulder seductively. You sure I can't entice you to join me in the shower? Ori winked before tossing the robe my way. I caught a clear view of her ass, and my body reacted immediately. I leaped off the bed and followed her lead, rejoining her in the steamy hot shower, ready to hit that good shit again. Ori waved goodbye to me as she backed out of her parking spot and headed to work. When she was gone, I ran back upstairs to get dressed and gather my things. I had a little more than six hours to prepare my house for the surprise party tonight, and boy did I have my work cut out for me. My party planner, Emma, and I met up to discuss tasks that were entrusted to various members of the team. As I surveyed the semi-complete scenario, I knew this was going to be a truly memorable night for Ori. Hey, Emma. I love what I see so far. Wow. It's amazing. My girl is going to love it. I marveled, really taking in all she did. She smiled brightly, her brown eyes on full display. See, I knew you would love the additional soft touches I incorporated. I knew you told me her favorite color is red, and she loved orchids and roses, so I added a few dozen in the centerpieces as well as the archway. I even decorated your bedroom to celebrate the occasion. I know she is not only going to be blown away, but she will definitely say yes, Troy. What woman can resist a man doing all this for her? I smiled, knowing Emma was right. What girl could resist a grand gesture of love such as this proposal I planned for Ori? I had invited all her close friends and family, and even sent an invitation to her best friend, even though I couldn't stand her hot ass. I need to get myself together. The guests should arrive shortly, so please ensure the waitstaff knows where to seat everyone, and keep the liquor flowing. This is a happy occasion. No problem. I have everything, as you can see, in order. Now go get dressed. A smile spread across my face as I made my way to the master bedroom, thanking her again before disappearing. Suddenly my mind raced, and my palms were sweating. My nerves were on high alert, probably because I kept picturing the worst possible outcome. What if she said no? What if she wasn't over Sarik, and everything we'd shared for the last few months was just a temporary fix until he got home? Right after I crossed over the threshold to my room, I shrugged off the thought of that shit. The Ori I knew was not like that. She would never use me as a means to an end. Never. Opening the door to my bedroom, I smiled at Emma's efficiency in laying out tonight's outfit selections without me asking. An elegant two-piece green button suit was laid out on the bed, accompanied by a white button-up shirt and loafers. The second option was a pastel green linen suit and matching blazer from Hazel's. I wasn't too fond of those choices, so I focused on the final selection and prayed it would be what I envisioned on rocking tonight. I found a paisley and gray lapel dinner jacket in crimson velvet and a pair of simple dress pants among the other two selections. The black button-up, cuffs, red black tie, and black Stacey Adams loafers instantly caught my attention. Yes, this was exactly what I envisioned myself wearing when I got on my knees and proposed to Ori. I rushed to the master bathroom, cutting on the shower. After disrobing, I hopped right into the bath and adjusted the knobs accordingly. I waited until I had the right temperature before quickly going about my business. As I lathered my two washcloths, I paid close attention not to mix them up since one was designed for my face and the other for my body. I made sure to wash my face and pay close attention to my dick and balls, underarms and chest. I reached for the knobs and cut them off, reaching up to pick up the extra-large body towel and enveloping myself in it as I exited the bathroom. To ensure everything was in order with Ori, I unlocked my cell phone that sat on the nightstand. Considering they were probably at the hair salon getting ready for the event, I decided a text would be more convenient and less suspicious. Me. Hey Kayla, is everything okay? Three dots appeared on the screen a few minutes later. Kayla. Troy, everything is fine. We went to the hair salon before getting our nails done. We are at the nail bar now and we should be done in an hour or two, so I hope you are finished by that time. You have no idea what I'm dealing with, keeping Ori's need-to-know-everything-happening-at-the-moment ass quiet. It is damn near impossible for me to answer all the questions Ori keeps asking me. Laughing, I realized my girl probably wondered why Kayla was dragging her everywhere to get dolled up, especially since it was a work day. Me. Keep telling her the story we worked on. I have tickets for both of you to see Mary J. at the garden, and you have to grab the tickets here. By the time you guys come, everything will be in order, I promise. Kayla. Okay. Gotta go. Ori is getting ready to ask me another damn question, shaking my damn head. I smiled before responding. Me. Okay. See you soon. And Kayla. Thanks again. I couldn't do any of this without your help. Kayla. Hey. That's my girl. Ain't no way in hell I would let you throw a rush proposal for her. Me. Okay. See you soon. It was time to get dressed, so I placed my phone back on the nightstand. I knew I had a little over 20 minutes to dress and get down to the backyard to complete the final touches. I put on Versace boxers and socks before slipping into my pants. I buttoned the black button up, leaving the first two open, exposing my smooth chest. Instead of wearing a tie, I accessorized my neck with jewelry that I wore on special occasions. My nightstand was open, so I grabbed a gold cross chain and a gold link and doubled up the jewelry. Following that, I sprayed Tom Ford Noir on my neck and wrist. I then checked myself out in the large mirror that Ori made me get when she came to stay. I couldn't lie. I looked damn good. I knew Ori wouldn't be able to resist me when she saw all I had done for her in the backyard. Heading out the door, I passed by the decorations, taking a mental note of what I liked and what I didn't, and honestly, there wasn't a lot I didn't approve of. Calling out to Emma, I headed toward the backyard where I left her last and noticed the back door was wide open. That's strange. I could have sworn I told Emma to keep the door locked at all times to avoid flies getting in. I reached for the door to close it when a strange figure appeared from the shadows. His eyes were cold and distant, but his smirk was apparent. I gasped when I realized he was aiming a shiny silver object at my head. Hey, I don't want any problems. Whatever you want, you can have. I stumbled on my words. I have cash upstairs in my safe. Hey, it's yours. He replied, man, I ain't here for no motherfucking money. You know what the fuck is going on, soft ass nigga. He waved a gun toward the inside of the house. Get your punk ass inside before I make this shit sing you to sleep. I threw my hands up in surrender, doing just what he asked, while hoping and praying I would make it out alive.