Last Call To Love Chapter 7 TROY FINISHED 2nd TAKE

Troy is running late for his dinner date with Ori. He realizes he missed a call from her and discovers she made new reservations at a restaurant without telling him. He decides to surprise her at the restaurant and finds her arguing with another man. Troy then goes to Ori's apartment and finds a letter from someone named Serik King, which angers him. Ori arrives home and explains that Serik is her ex-boyfriend who made the reservation. Troy confronts her about it, but they make up and have intimate moments together. Chapter 7 Troy Three Hours Earlier I was running late for my dinner date with Ori, and I hoped she wasn't too upset about it. The weekly projection meeting ran over an hour late, and I forgot to bring my phone. I almost kicked myself when I realized I missed Ori's call after the meeting ended. To make it up, I arranged for the reservation at Brooklyn Chop Steakhouse to be kept. I was in my shock when I was told all the reservations were cancelled for the night. My confusion about this news led me to bribe the hostess with a $100 tip when I arrived. She quickly let me know Ori had been the one to make the new reservations that cancelled out my original one. At first, I figured that she had to be upset to make reservations under her name instead of mine, and I didn't think much of it to make a big deal about it, but imagine my surprise when that same hostess let me know the reservations was made by a man, not Ori. Driving halfway across town, I decided to surprise Ori at the steakhouse and demand to know who she was out having such an intimate dinner with. I pulled up to the parking lot and noticed Ori and some thug shouting at each other. It was unclear what was being said, but the look of fire in my girl's eyes let me know whatever it was was not pleasant. Rather than go further in the lot, I decided to meet Ori at her house to find out who this thug nigga was and why she felt the need to act ghetto in a classy restaurant. I wanted to jump out of the car and pop off like all the kids do nowadays, but how the guy stood and demanded attention made me realize popping off at him would not be wise, so I backed my car out of the parking lot entrance and headed towards Ori's. In less than thirty minutes, I arrived at the apartment that I helped her purchase. Using my key fob to lock my car and head up to her place with the flowers I bought, I got halfway through the lobby when I decided to help her out some more and collect her mail since I knew for sure she hadn't gathered it for a few days, working late and all. Using the key on my key ring, I opened the door, and just like I thought it would be, the small mailbox was overflowing with mail. I reached in and removed the mail, tucking it under my armpit while heading to the elevator to go up to Ori's floor. My mind wondered who the nigga Ori was with was. I closed my eyes in an effort to recall if I had ever seen his face in any of the many pictures on her desk at work or on the pictures that adorned her walls, and I kept drawing a blink. The elevator door finally opened and I emerged from it, walking a few steps and past a few doors until I came to hers. I reached for the keypad and typed in the code, gaining access to the apartment. With each step I took further in the apartment, my heavy footsteps creaked through the hardwood floor. I placed my keys and the flowers on the coffee table, dropping the mail alongside them both before plopping on the couch. Where the fuck is this girl, I thought, checking my Rolex to note the time. Placing my fingers against the hardwood surface of the coffee table, I tried to convince myself not to pick up the phone to call her. I wanted to give Ori the benefit of the doubt that the guy whoever that guy was, was nothing more than a guy friend. While I was having an eternal conversation with myself, my eyes scanned over the stack of mail when the name Serik King caught my attention. The moment my hands darted over the letter, I opened it immediately, disregarding what the little voice inside my head told me not to do. I scanned the intimate letter, which was dated a week ago, and I could swear time felt like it was moving slowly. My chest tightened and my breathing accelerated. I became angrier and angrier at what he was saying to my girlfriend. This nigga thinks he can try to sweet talk my girl and think I won't fight tooth and nail to keep my baby. Nah, fuck that shit, I shouted in anger. I couldn't finish reading the letter, so I crumbled it and threw it in the trash. I blew out a series of short breaths to keep calm before I decided to call Ori to confront her. But nah, if I jump bad on her, she'll know I read the letter, so that's out of the question, I told myself. I paced back and forth, thinking about the worst case scenario, and it irritated the fuck out of me. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming sense of dread pass through me as I pictured the different scenarios in my head. Just as I was about to say that and pick up my phone and call her, the door swung open and my beautiful Ori appeared with a bewildered expression on her face. Troy? What are you doing here? She stuttered, dropping her keys on the entry table. She met me halfway, glancing quickly at me, then grimacing. Considering we had dinner plans and you didn't show up or call me? You knew I went to the steakhouse and left once you did not show up? She snapped, while repeating herself. Awaiting my response, she removed her keys, followed by her jewelry, while walking to her bedroom with me in tow. I'm sorry, babe. My meeting ran a little longer than expected, and I didn't think of bringing my phone. The minute I realized it ran over time, I rushed to my office and kept our reservations. But a funny thing happened. I probed, studying if her expression would change or not. But Ori didn't change her demeanor, or even flinch. I continued to address her. You know the steakhouse told me all reservations were cancelled. All except yours. Mine? She shrieked, spinning to face me. I nodded my head. Yeah, your reservation was the only one left. That's bizarre. I know for sure I didn't make any reservation in my name. I know you didn't. But someone probably did the same. When I caught you talking to in the parking lot, I snapped, finally gaining her full attention. Her fingers fumbled nervously on her dresser as she tried to open her jewelry box to place her earrings, watch, and bracelet. Biting at her lip, she peered my way before responding. Her once solid poker face turned into an unsettled one. You caught me in the parking lot talking to someone. Hmm. That's weird. I wasn't even in the parking lot. I parked using the valet, she muttered, almost stumbling on her words. I gave her a smirk, followed by a silent look, pushing away the negative thoughts swirling in my head. Ari, it's okay. I'm not even mad about spotting you in the parking lot. I'm actually relieved since whomever you were having a heated argument with was not on your good side, hence the reason I am not tripping. My only question is, who was it? Was it a friend? An old flame? If so, how did he know where you would be having dinner? Ari hunched her shoulders and let out a harsh sigh. Look, I don't want to lie to you, baby. Sarik, the guy you saw me with in the parking lot today is my ex. He made the reservation. Reaching for an orange sticky note on her vanity, she handed it to me. He came by earlier and left this on my door. Because you've been reminding me about our dates lately, I assumed it was you originally So I got ready and waited, but you did not show up. He did. Despite my efforts to focus on what Ari was saying, I couldn't concentrate. I felt annoyed. The note occupied all my attention. Meet me downtown, baby. I felt the pulse of blood pounding in my head, a sure indication of a headache coming on, which I knew was caused by my sudden, emotion-filled anger. I could feel my anger building, but I didn't want to take it out on Ari, so I shook the note out of my head and tossed it in the trash. Walking back over to her, I planted a deep kiss on her lips, using the thickness of my tongue to part between them, snacking it back and forth on hers. My hands brushed under her skirt as I roamed the length of her long, silky legs with my palms. Mmm, baby, that feels so good. She moaned into my mouth, and it set me on fire. I pushed back the crazy thoughts I had about old boy and redirected my focus on her. The only thing that was now occupying my mind was fucking every last doubt of us out of Ari's mind. She straddled me, her long legs wrapping around my waist with ease as I lifted her into my strong, inviting arms. I carried her, supporting her fat, jiggly ass that I adored so much in the process. It was clear she felt it too, as her breathing grew shallow, and the moan she emitted doubled in length and frequency. It was clear she felt it too, as her breathing grew shallow, and she once again, as I gently lowered her onto the center of the bed to grant her wish, her skirts and the moan caught my attention, being the only real barrier from me making love to her, so I slowly took it down before shimmying it over her thick hips and thighs. She stood there with her beautifully sculpted body on display. I squeezed her ass between my hands, loving how it felt when it spilled between my fingers. She moaned softly, throwing her head back as I leaned in and kissed her left and then right ass cheek. I tucked my hand around her waist, throwing her back onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder, surprised and anxious as to what I would do to her next. Bend over, baby, and put that ass up. She happily obliged, touting that juicy ass up in the air. I devoured her pretty pink pussy, placing her clit in between my teeth and sucking it softly. Oh, oh fuck, she moaned, reassuring me to keep going. I dipped my tongue in her ass, burying my face deep in between her ass cheeks, loving the taste and smell escaping her. She tasted sweet, and I couldn't lie, I was becoming addicted to her taste. Just the thought of being in her tight, warm pussy sent my tongue into overdrive, and I wanted to unlock all her inhibitions with me and not be afraid of exploring every sexual urge she had with me. I increased the speed of my tongue on her pussy, gaining pleasurable whimpers and moans in the process. Her body trembled at the direction my tongue was going, and I could see pure ecstasy replacing her desire. Wait, baby, I want to do you too, she moaned, scooing her pussy away from my face. Without giving it a second thought, she sat back down on my face and slowly put my dick down her esophagus. When the tip of my dick passed down her warm, wet throat, I lost it. I held her thighs still and buried my face in her entire pussy, sucking, licking, and pulling the juices that freely flew from her center. Shit, that tasted good. Fuck Ari, fuck. Fuck that shit. Yeah, girl, fuck it like that. Her eyes were closed, and the light moans escaping her lips let me know she was almost there. You like that, baby, huh? You like that? I smacked her on her ass, feeling the jiggle her ass gave as I continued to eat her pussy, aiming for her to come. Yes, baby, I love it. Keep going, keep going. She readjusted herself on my face, rocking back and forth on my lips while increasing the speed of her rhythm. She let out a soft gasp, twitching a few times before letting me know she was coming. Oh God, oh God, Troy, I'm coming, baby, I'm coming. I pushed a finger inside her, finger-fucking the shit out of her soaking wet pussy. Her walls clenched around my finger, and I couldn't wait to put my dick back in her. With her cries of ecstasy as my motivation, I removed my lips from her pussy and stopped her head motion. Lay down, baby, I want to feel them tight walls around my dick, I whispered, reaching for the gold magnum wrap on the nightstand. Let me, baby, Ari reached for the condom, opening it with her teeth before throwing the wrapper to the ground. She scooted toward my dick, placing the condom on with her mouth, sucking it a few times before jumping on. When her pussy opened up and gave me full access to her tight walls, I lost my mind. I grabbed hold of her waist and pounded hard into her, clutching my teeth at the sheer thought of her finally opening fully to me. Oh, Troy, fuck, Troy, keep fucking this pussy, keep fucking this pussy. I smiled, knowing I was finally giving her the dick she needed, no, scratch that, she deserved in her life, and I'd be damned if I didn't make her feel special each time we fucked. Kiss me, baby, kiss me, I begged, legs shaking and teeth clanking together from the powerful orgasm that was stirring deep in my core. She captured my lips into hers, kissing and sucking on the bottom before opening my mouth and invading it with her tongue. I kissed her back deeply and hard, loving the feeling of being inside her. Oh, fuck, Troy, I'm coming, fuck, Troy, I'm coming, she cried out, rocking back and forth harder and faster on my dick. I held her waist tighter and dug deeper, matching her pace and speed until I was calling out her name and letting her know I was coming too. Fuck, baby, I'm coming too, bounce harder on me, bounce harder on me. Ari followed my demands, bouncing faster and harder. I captured her lips into mine to keep from screaming and kissing her until both of us cried out and came hard as hell together. As we released from one another, Ari placed her head on my chest, and I could hear light snores escaping her lips that quick. Damn, I must have put it on her, I chuckled. When I looked down at her, she was so beautiful and content, and I knew I would do anything, including eliminating any competition I had to keep her this way. A memory flooded my mind of the velvet box in my pants that contained a flawless 10-carat pear-shaped diamond. I longed to give it to her, but knew it wasn't the right time. So I let the marriage proposal I had initially planned to make during dinner slip my mind and slowly closed my eyes, allowing sweet dreams of our future to replace my vow to make her my wife.