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Jealousy had killed him.

 Those white folks had learned that the juke joint Elijah owned with his twin brother, Elias, had become a hot-spot in Clarksdale for Black Americans who wished to have a good time and leave their worries at the wooden door. Anything that brought Black people happiness and made them forget that they were nothing more than stains on this Earth was unacceptable and needed to be abolished.

A group of thirty white men set out to turn a night of joy into one of sorrow. They got into their places, surrounding the exterior of the juke joint in case anyone attempted to escape the deathly heat of the flames. Bullets would greet them instead of safety. A dozen Molotov cocktails were thrown into the building, red-hot flames engulfing it immediately. The screams were like music to the white men’s ears. It became a sick game of “how many negroes can you kill?”. 

All of the Black people present at the juke joint lost their lives that night at the hands of racist white men who couldn’t stand the idea of Black joy.

Work responsibilites kept Annie at home but a part of her wished that she had gone to the juke joint with Elijah so that death could’ve taken them both and she wouldn’t have to adjust to the grim reality of not having Elijah by her side.

Annie was unaware of the amount of time that had passed since receiving the news of Elijah’s horrifying demise. Grief kept her bed-ridden. Whenever sleep managed to take her, Elijah would be there in her mind’s eyes, clear as day, to let her know that he was alright and waiting on her. The comfort that found her was short-lived once she opened her eyes and was reminded of his physical abscence.

The only time Annie would be pulled from her bed would be at the sound of knocks at her front door. Neighbors gave their condolences along with desserts and savory dishes.

About three days after that tragic incident, Annie approached her front door, expecting another round of neighbors who came to comfort her but was instead met with two police officers who had brought along a small box. Inside were some of Elijah’s belongings that managed to survive the fire. One of which was his journal.

Once the officers left, Annie returned to her bed with Elijah’s journal in hand. She just sat with it for a few moments. The smell of smoke was still palpable, making anger rise in her chest, and tears gather in her eyes.

Annie felt called to open the journal. Most of the pages were burnt on the edges but Annie was still able to make out the to-do lists, business plans, and his daily thoughts that were written on them. Annie flipped through a few blank pages until she reached one that intensified her woeful emotions and broke the dam that held back her tears.

With you, nothing is impossible. Your love empowers me and makes me believe I can take on life and all of its obstacles. It was always going to be me and you and it will forever be me and you. As your husband, I vow to serve you, to protect you and your heart, and to give you the best years of your life in every lifetime.

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He didn’t even realize his feet had taken him to the bar until kind pools of brown blinked at him. The common descriptors of an attractive woman weren’t adequate enough to describe her. Terry could spend the rest of his days searching for the perfect adjective and it still wouldn’t be fitting. Defined coils the color of ink framed her heart-shaped, maple syrup colored face. Round, almond shaped eyes shined with amusement and thick, shiny lips curved into a smirk the longer Terry stood there silently committing every feature of her face to memory. Terry found ease knowing that he would be the only man in her presence tonight and not the collection of thirsty men that populated the main floor of the club below them.

The light chuckle she released brought him out of his stupor.

“Can I get you anything, Mr. Richmond?” She asked, her voice deep yet feminine and angelic. Her tone conveyed her enjoyment at the fact that she had Terry transfixed. 

Terry quickly gathered himself to properly introduce himself even though she already knew who she would be tending to tonight. Terry preferred for people to meet him face-to-face and not from word of mouth. Afterwards, Terry gave her a simple drink order that she immediately began to fix for him. Terry hoped that he wasn’t making her uncomfortable with the way his eyes stayed on her as she worked. Her face was breathtaking with a goddess-like figure to match. The higher powers above had to be blessing him after the shitty day he had. She moved fluently behind the bar, grabbing the necessary ingredients and mixing it all like a pro. Once done, she slid the cold glass across the surface and over toward him. 

“Here you go.” Her smile was soft enough to introduce him to the dimple that indented her right cheek.

Terry thanked her then proceeded to take a sip, the rich flavors coated his tastebuds and he felt the tightness in his body diminish from his shoulders all the way to his toes. Terry complimented her mixology skills and it was the start to a pleasant conversation. Terry found Stormie to be attentive. She picked up on the tirisome look in his eyes and the stiffness of his body when she first saw him so she gave Terry the space to voice his current dilemma and she actively listened. He found Stormie to be comical. At one point, his cheeks hurt from laughing so much at her commentary and jokes. He found Stormie to be alluring. It wasn’t enough for her to be physically attractive, she had the personality and aura to match. Terry was entrapped within her natural, sensual energy all night and found himself not wanting to be free from it. 

That night, Stormie directed the separation of the sky and allowed the rain to pour over Terry to cleanse his being and make him new. 

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Terry returned to work the following morning prepared to take on the new day with a clear head. He met with his team and they managed to work out a plan to fix the disappointing numbers from the first quarter of the year and push the company back into a positive direction. Terry left the boardroom feeling much better than he had in the past few weeks. An immense weight had been lifted and he had only one person to thank. 

Terry left his employees with the task to figure out where they would be having lunch this afternoon while he went to his office to complete a new task. He took a seat behind his desk and retrieved his phone from the pocket of his blazer to make a call to the owner of Aphrodisiac. When the call connected, Terry and the owner exchanged cordial greetings before Terry made the request to permanently add Stormie to the list of bartenders that could work the bar in his section. Terry was pleasantly surprised to learn that Stormie was already assigned to tend to his section for the foreseeable future since Ashley would be absent for two months due to personal issues.

Terry was saddened to hear about Ashley’s predicament but he couldn’t shake the feeling of elation that came with the acknowledgment that he would be able to see more of Stormie. Terry thanked the owner for the news and disconnected the call to switch over to an app that held Ashley’s digital tip jar where Terry sent her $5,000 and a note of well wishes. 

Terry would’ve called up his assistant next but Terry’s impatience didn’t let him. Instead, he opened his calendar to look over his schedule and find out when he could squeeze in another visit to Aphrodisiac. 

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At least two times a week, Terry and Stormie would blur the lines between customer and employee as they sat in his section and grew more acquainted with each other. They spoke about their pasts, the present, and how they saw their futures. When Terry disclosed his billionaire status, he expected to see dollar signs flashing in her eyes and her behavior to shift in a more sexually forward nature in hopes that he’ll take her home with him but Terry’s finances didn’t entice her like it did to most of the other women that Terry had previously encountered. The private section in one of the most elite gentleman’s clubs in California already let Stormie know that Terry was wealthy. Regardless, Stormie was the type of person that didn’t center her existence around money. Money, like most material things, is fleeting. It can be here today and gone the next but who you are as a person is a forever thing. That’s why Stormie chose to focus more on learning the kind of person Terry was rather than focusing solely on the amount of money that was attached to his name and the ever present feeling of want that ran through her body that seemed to amplify the longer her eyes took in his handsome face and the body that she knew was sculpted and toned from countless days at the gym and a good, healthy diet.

Over the course of several months, Stormie got to know a version of Terry that not many had the pleasure of meeting. The version that matched her humorous energy and showed her the side of him that was open-minded, charismatic, and genuine, making it easy for her to say “yes” when he finally gathered up enough courage to ask her out on a date. The conversation they shared over an exquisite meal while seated on a romantic, rented-out rooftop was different from the ones they engaged in while at Aphrodisiac. Underneath the night sky that was decorated with twinkling stars, looks of desire were shared freely. The chemistry between them was so apparent that even Ray Charles could’ve seen it. 

Subtle touches and flirtatious banter increased the mutual attraction until it overflowed, leading to passionate kisses and orgasms that changed their brain chemistry, forming a greater connection that they couldn’t wait to explore with each other.

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Terry Richmond was the kind of man that wanted the people he cared about to live their lives worry-free. With Stormie being a new addition to that list, Terry felt as though it was now his responsibility to keep her happy in all aspects of her life. Stormie was fulfilled emotionally, mentally and physically at the hands of Terry and it was effectively reciprocated. Stormie’s free-spirit inspired Terry to view life through a different lens. He has checked off so many goals on his lists and hasn’t taken the time to appreciate it all. Stormie’s presence in his life taught him to slow down for a bit and experience and cherish life.

It was a common discovery, one that was told to people who were determined to reach their goals by any means but to actually put it into practice was life-changing for Terrry. He came to realize that all of the sleepless nights and stress that he accumulated while building his empire was not what he wanted to remember about his life. This profound discovery led Terry and Stormie to the middle of the Andaman Sea. 

Terry has never been shy about exhibiting his love language of gift giving. He showered Stormie in luxurious gifts, flower bouquets, and money transfers of a considerable amount over the course of several months of being romantically involved with her. However, the private island that Terry dropped a hefty bag on just for her trumped everything else. 

Terry picked her up from her late-night shift at Aphrodisiac and Stormie expected for him to drive them back to his home where they would be laid up for the weekend, as they usually did. Stormie relaxed in the passenger seat of his BMW M5 and ended up falling asleep and waking up on Terry’s private jet. Terry knew that she didn’t like to be left in the dark about anything so as soon as her eyelids parted and she finished her post-nap stretch, he let her know about his most recent purchase that was done in her name and that they would be staying there for two weeks.

Disbelief was Stormie’s first reaction but after seeing the island through the plane’s window as they prepared to land, she came to the realization that it was real and that the man sitting in the seat opposite of her, reading his fantasy novel through his black frames, made it real.

Stormie took one more glance out of her window, planting the image of her island in her head before standing and making her way onto the lap of her lover. She took his book in her hands and gently placed the bookmark in between the pages of where he left off. Setting it beside them, Stormie placed both of her hands on the sides of his face. Her eyes roamed over his face, his hazel eyes adorned with slices of ocean blue stared back at her. The anticipation of her next move was there in his irises as well as adoration. Stormie allowed the emotions towards him that she has garnered over the pasy few months settle over her. These emotions led her to plant her lips on top of his with the intention of conveying her thanks and devotion.

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The plan for the next two weeks was to relax, unwind, and enjoy each other’s company but being the hard-working, driven business man that he was, Terry found it difficult to rid his mind of what could be going on back in California. On the fourth day, those “what-ifs” completely took over his mind. The sun had just risen, providing enough sunlight through the windows in their bedroom for him to see that Stormie was still in her slumber. He gently removed himself from her hold to get out of bed and head to the connected bathroom to do his morning routine. Eventually, Terry found his glasses and laptop then headed out to the backyard area of their lavish beach home.

What was supposed to be a quick perusal of his email inbox turned into two hours of him responding to emails, checking the status of his company and the different departments, and checking on his other investments.

“I thought you could at least hold out for a week.” Her voice traveled to his ears from behind him. 

Her footsteps were soundless. The only indicator that she was walking toward him was the citrusy scent that wafted into his nostrils. Her arms came over his shoulders and her lips kissed that sweet spot behind his ear.

“You were supposed to make me breakfast.”

“I know, baby, but I had to see what was going on. It was only supposed to be for a few minutes then–”

“You got carried away,” Stormie finished his reasoning for him. She glanced at his laptop screen, numbers were listed in a neatly made spreadsheet. It wasn’t even her job and she already felt a hint of tension build behind her temples trying to take all of it in. She constantly wondered how Terry was able to look at all of that for hours at a time. No wonder he needed glasses.

“This trip was for us to get away,” Stormie reminded him. Her hand reached out to lower the screen of his laptop until it was closed. “not to keep being involved in whatever is going on over there.” 

Terry was rid of her touch for just a moment as she moved from behind him to straddling his lap. A teal colored bikini was Stormie’s choice of clothing for today. Terry remembered seeing this very piece sitting in Stormie’s online cart one day and immediately purchased it for her, anticipation building in his chest at being able to see her in it. It was safe to say that the images he concocted in his head were nothing compared to how she looked now with it on, skin glowing, her hair done in bohemian faux locs and sitting in his lap, with a warm grin lighting up her gorgeous face.

Work was no longer a priority. The only thing on Terry’s mind was the way her soft lips moved against his. His hands felt at home as they roamed the dips and curves of her body. He passed over the tattoo on her left thigh, a bible scripture that she had gotten in remembrance of her late grandmother. The irony of having words from the Holy book plastered on a sinful body.

His hands inched up to reach the knots of her swimsuit bottoms. Terry pulled the loose string, making the fabric fall away to reveal her mound that was decorated with a small bush. He did the same to the knot that was at the base of her neck, the fabric falling to reveal the most perfect set of C cups he ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. Terry parted from their heated lip lock to take one of her stiff nipples in his mouth, pulling a throaty moan from her. Manicured nails dragged up and down the back of his neck.

Terry showed an equal amount of attention to her other breast, reveling in her soft touches and staggered breathing. He kissed his way back to her lips, taking them between his own. Forever the multitasker, Terry managed to take Stormie’s hand and lead her to the evidence of what she had done to him ever since she stepped into his sight, into his world. She let out a low hum in their kiss before severing the connection to glance down at the print of his length that sat in the palm of her hand. Up and down with the perfect amount of pressure had Terry taking deep breaths to keep his release at bay. The look in her eyes was one he was familiar with, those brown orbs glistened with the want to be filled and Terry was sure to make her wish come true once he was done curing his own hunger.

“Lay back for me, baby” He instructed as he descended onto his knees. 

Now face to face with her oasis, her unique scent and the way her arousal had her pussy shimmering underneath the early-afternoon sunlight was becoming too much but Terry was never one to rush. Terry understood that being given the permission to taste and enter her in the most sacred way was an immense privilege and he would cherish it. His arms came to hook over her thick thighs while soft, tender kisses were planted along the inside of her thighs. He moved closer and closer until he was a breath away from tasting the heaven that was located between her thick thighs. 

The sun shined brighter, the air she inhaled was more pure, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore became more crisp. Stormie seemed to enter another dimension with the way he expertly moved his tongue over her pussy. He was intentional with her flick of his tongue and the suction of his lips. His glasses began to fog up from the heat that their passion produced but he was still able to watch Stormie’s face contort into that beautiful expression of pleasure.

“Just like that, yes,” His mouth had landed on her most sensitive part, the one with at least ten thousand nerves. The bud was entrapped between his full lips and leg-shaking pressure was applied. Her hips moved involuntarily and he encouraged it.

“Mhm, fuck my face.” She followed his instructions with her hand on the back of his neck, watching as he greedily ate up her pussy. “Cum in my mouth.” Mixed with his heated gaze latched onto hers, Stormie was melting in his mouth in no time. The orgasm racking through her body, her thighs practically smashing his head, or her hands pushing at his shoulders didn’t stop Terry from finishing his meal. He always made sure his plate was clean and this time was no different. Her sweetness on his tastebuds had a darkened spot forming on the front of his shorts.

Stormie’s hand came down to wrap around his throat, pulling him to her so that she could also taste his favorite addiction. The combination of them was better than any meal a five-star restaurant cooked up. Their lips and tongue worked against each other’s while Stormie’s hands took a journey over the masterpiece that was his body. Reaching his hips, she grabbed at the band of his shorts and worked them down until they fell into a shapeless pile at his feet that he stepped out of. 

“Mm, shit–” He grunted at the feeling of her warm hand against his dick. 

Stormie broke their kiss to look down at her favorite ride. Darker than the rest of him with a light-colored mushroom head that was currently releasing his pre-cum through the small hole in the center. Her hand stroked him, focusing more on the head of his dick since she loved to watch the clear fluid emerge.

“I need to be inside you,” he whispered in her ear, yearning coating his words. “Baby, please.”

Her eyes went back to him before flashing him a seductive grin. He was well aware of the fact that she loved when he begged. A powerful man like him was putty in her hands and it was the sexiest thing to her. Stormie moved back just enough to give herself room to get on all fours and present him with that ass that he couldn’t keep his hands off of. It proved to be true by the smack that landed on her left ass cheek, producing that mouthwatering jiggle. Between those juicy cheeks sat her pretty pussy that glistened even brighter thanks to his efforts just moments prior. Admiring it was one thing but being encased in its warmth and tightness was another. 

“Ooh, shittt.” Terry moaned out shamelessly. Previously, he wasn’t a vocal lover but Stormie had that effect. He wanted her to know how he was making her feel and it all served as motivation to her. She wanted to hear every grunt, moan, and sigh.

Terry was at a standstill, getting acclimated to the overwhelming feeling of being in paradise. This gave Stormie the opportunity to use him, throwing her pussy back until that squishy spot within was touched. Terry observed the way he disappeared in her pussy. Every movement forward revealed her natural juices coating his dick. He would make her clean it up later. Her ass clapping back onto his thighs created waves that were just as beautiful and calming as the ones that could be heard just a few feet away. 

Stormie glanced back at him with glossy eyes and sweet moans falling from her lips. With the view of the beach and the sun sitting high in the sky as the backdrop, the sight of her was perfectly erotic. He stored it in his personal arsenal of snapshots of her that he hoped would play back in his mind’s eye once his time came and he was on his death bed. Even then, when blood no longer ran through his veins and air no longer filled his lungs, Terry would still belong to her.

Would she still belong to him?

The hand that reached out to grip the front of her throat brought Stormie up to rest her back to his chest, his quickened heart pounding behind his bones and flesh. Only then did he move his hips back and forth at the perfect angle that had her pussy clenching around him. 

“It’s mines?”

“Yes– It’s yours,” she responded between moans, “it’s yours, baby.” Yet, it wasn’t enough for him.

Terry picked up the pace a bit. The fingers on his opposite hand came down between her legs to strum against her clit. The pressure around her neck increased but not to the point of discomfort. Her moans and whimpers transformed into impatient chants of his name and calls for him to ‘keep fucking her like that’.

“Tell me it’s mine.” His request was spoken with gruffness. He wanted for her to confirm that not just her body but her mind and sould was his to keep and nurture.

“It-- it's all yours, I promise.” Stormie spoke with more clarity and conviction. 

Her words were the key to opening the floodgates. He delivered a few more strokes before stilling as his seed shooted out to coat her walls that simultaneously clamped down on his dick as her orgasm overtook her body and rushed out of her entrance, coating him in another layer of her juices. The symphony of their connection and their sounds of satisfaction faded as their sexual high descended.

Stormie turned to catch him in another kiss that was gentle. “I love you.” 

Those three words had been sitting on the tip of her tongue for a while and this moment felt like the perfect time to let them free. Terry had become an important person in her life. She felt loved, protected, and understood in his presence. There was no more hiding from the feelings she experienced when it came to him. 

“I love you too,” he pecked her lips before pulling back to gaze into her eyes, hoping that his authenticity shined through, “always.”

She smiled at the confirmation that they were on the same page. Terry slowly pulled out of her heat, immediately missing its warmth but the grief didn’t last long since he knew he would be back in its confines later in the day. Terry took Stormie in his arms, bridal style, and walked them back into their beach home to get cleaned up and ready to spend the rest of their day in each other’s company.

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