The Executive Falls Apart

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Chapter 36

Avery

On the surface, I was calm and unbothered, but deep down I was numb about everything. Harlow was like a little sister to me and it was difficult to process her betrayal. We were friends with so much in common. Both of our fathers were involved in the street life. She definitely had it worse than me. Despite her rough background, she made it out of that life and got her education. It still couldn’t believe Harlow sent those messages, videotaped us having sex, and possibly vandalized Blaire's office.

Blaire didn't want to believe it either and was giving her another chance. My wife’s doubts made me unsure if I made the right decision. I honestly didn't want to deal with it or think about it. I just wanted to enjoy the next three days alone with my wife. So, I canceled rehearsals and moved them back, and moved up our trip. We needed this. I definitely did. I don't want to think about crazy stalkers, work, music, my tour, or anything else, but my wife.

I still had a lot on my plate. I had to deal with my insurance company trying to get the money back from Henry's account. I was thankful that the FBI was helping with that. Then I had to deal with Future. My father had some of his old goons show up at his house to rough him up. If he ever tried me again, I'll make sure he gets blackballed. As a warning, I convinced a few colleagues that work with him to not release his album and cancel his tour to keep what he did out of the media. He was pissed, but he knew his career and money were at stake. So far, it seems like he learned his lesson because I haven’t heard a peep out of him.

For this stalker situation, I hired a few private investigators for Harlow, Jael, and William. I was determined to find out the truth. I kind of felt like a hypocrite because I haven't told Blaire any of this. I didn't want her to stress about it right now. I promise to tell her as soon as we get back home. The next three days I wanted to focus on being there for her and beating them cheeks.

We were on our way to the airport. I decided to do a private flight to the Bahamas. One of my colleagues owns a private island and suggested I take my wife there. It's a 20-acre private island on the Sea of Abaco. It had the main house and three smaller guesthouses. We're staying in the larger three-bedroom guest house. I chose this place because of the amenities, which included a yacht and true privacy. Only the staff was on the island.

After we landed, we took a yacht to Foots Cay, the private island. It was a fun but short ride. When we got off the yacht, Blaire was in awe.

"This is beautiful, baby!... Do we have this entire island to ourselves?” she beamed.

"We do. I'm glad you like it. I'm starving. Let's eat." I smiled.

I grabbed her hand and guided her to the house. We were greeted with tropical cocktails. We took them and I tipped them. The staff took our things to our bedroom. We went to the backyard where they had a spread of food. I was starving so I grabbed a plate and started eating. Blaire went to the cabana by the beach and laid down. After I ate, I took my shirt off and got in the cabana with her. She was peacefully sleeping and that meant she was finally relaxed. I laid next to her and fell asleep to the sounds of the ocean.

When I woke up she was gone. I got up and looked around the house. One of the staff members told me that she last saw her on the beach. When I got out there she was sitting on a towel in the sand looking out at the horizon. I sat next to her and placed my arms around her.

"You good?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm just enjoying the peace and the soothing sounds of the ocean while I wait for the sun to set... Thank you for bringing me here. I didn't even realize how much I needed this until now. I can almost cry at how serene and beautiful this place is," she said softly.

"We both needed this," I said, pulling her onto my lap.

I held her as we watched the sunset. It was nice to be with my wife. I wish we could do this every day. Once the sun was completely gone, Blaire got up and started stripping out of her clothes. She was standing there naked. I knew this was a private island but we weren't completely alone.

"What are you doing, Bee?”

"I'm going to swim. I have never gone swimming in the nude before. I want to do it once before I die," she said, skipping toward the water.

I admired her as she swam and played in the water. She was so happy, careless, and free. I haven't seen her like that in such a long time. Her free spirit and confidence were so sexy.

"Are you going to just sit there and stare or join me?! The water is warm!” she shouted.

“Yeah,” I said as I stood up.

I took off my shoes, socks, and shorts and walked toward the water.

"If you lose the boxers, I'll show you what this mouth do," she teased.

"Oh, really?"

"Really," she said seductively.

I quickly took off my boxers and got in the water. It was warm just like she said. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She pulled away and then got down on her knees. She took me into her mouth. Her pretty mouth was bobbing up and down on me. She took me deeper and I felt the back of her throat. I was losing it as her tongue and throat worked my dick. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pulled out. Then I dropped down in the wet sand with her and pulled her on top of me.

“Ride this dick, Bee,” I ordered.

She slid down taking me inch by inch. She slowly grinded her hips and I meet her with slow but powerful thrusts. She moaned with pleasure as I filled and stretched her. I picked up speed, pumping harder, her breast bouncing to the rhythm of my movements. I felt her first orgasm as she shook in my arms, her nails digging into my back. I wasn't done with her yet. I caressed her breasts and kissed her roughly. I placed my arms around her hips and pounded into her harder and faster. She cried out as I made her cum a second time.

“Ave, I can’t,” she whimpered.

“Yes, you can. Give me one more, baby,” I demanded.

“Okay, daddy,” she moaned.

I turned her around and played with her soaking wet folds. She whimpered at my touch. I bent her over and began pounding in and out of her. She arched her back and threw that fat ass back over and over again. I swelled inside her. I was so close to the edge. I grabbed a hand full of her wet curls and bucked against her and we both came hard. I collapsed on her back and turned her head to kiss her.

"Mmm... Av... that was amazing... I love you," she panted.

It was amazing. That had to be the top 5 but nothing will compare to the first time.

"I love you too, Bee.”

We were still breathing heavily. As we caught our breaths, I noticed we had wet sand all over us and in places I didn't know it could get in. It was a bit uncomfortable but, it was worth it. I guided her back to the water to rinse off. Then we went to find out clothes and put them on. She hugged me and gave me a peck on my cheek.

"I'm starving and I need a hot bath," she said.

"I can eat some more of you," I said playfully.

She laughed. I grabbed her hand and we walked toward the house. We went upstairs to shower. I showered first and got dressed. While she was still getting dressed, I went downstairs to find the chef, Joe. I asked him if he could put our meals on a tray so I could have dinner alone with my wife on our private balcony. I also asked him to dismiss all the staff for the night. He agreed and helped me bring up our food, dessert, and champagne. Just as I was about to knock on the bedroom door, Blaire opened the door dressed for dinner.

"What are you up to?" she asked with a wide smile.

"I wanted to have dinner up here with you. Joe is helping.”

Joe and I went to set up the small table on the balcony. We thanked him and he left to lock up the house for the night. We went to the balcony and I pulled out the chair for Blaire. I served her first and then poured us both glasses of champagne.

"Look at you being all romantic," she teased.

"I'm trying.” I grinned.

I realized we haven't done anything romantic in a long time. We were enjoying the silence and the full moon reflecting on the ocean. Then she reached over and kissed me.

"I appreciate you taking the time out just for me. I know the last five months have been hell, but it showed me that nothing can tear us apart. We love each other so much even when we're mad at each other or do stupid things like keeping ridiculous secrets.” She smiled.

“You’re welcome. We are meant to be. I wish you would have recognized it a decade ago,” I said with a wink.

“Whatever,” she blushed. “Well, I wish I was ready to be with you back then. I regret not giving you a chance earlier... I loved Malachi. I really did and I'll always appreciate what we had. He taught me how to love. He taught me about endurance and forgiveness. He gave me such a beautiful soul, my Maddie.”

"I know. We wouldn't be here without him. As much as I wanted you back then, I know now that I wasn't truly ready. I wasn't even ready during our first engagement. I messed up so bad that night and it haunted me for years."

"Don't even bring that up. I was mad at you for an entire year. I wanted to kill you, but then I would have been miserable without you. Well, I said all that because I'm happy that I finally said yes. Even though you drive me crazy and you seem to attract the craziest people ever. You know stalkers that like to videotape us being nasty and vandalize my office. But I wouldn't change a thing, well, maybe a few things. Like how conceited you are and your stubbornness," she said smiling.

I finally had my Bee back. She was back to being her cool but funny self.

"You are just going to clown me like that, Bee." I smiled.

"Of course, you are a famous rapper, CEO, and multi-millionaire I have to keep you humble," she joked.

"I'm humble... most of the time. Anyway, come here," I said, pulling her toward me.

I pulled her on my lap. We kissed and that led to more kissing and touching and sex. That's how the rest of the trip went. I don't recall us doing anything but swimming, talking, eating, and making love. We reconnected and if it's even possible I fell even deeper in love with my wife. It was the best trip we had I was going to make sure we had many more like this throughout the year.

On the plane ride home, I decided to tell Blaire everything. I was a bit nervous, but I figured since she was in such a good mood she'd take it better. I told her to sit on my lap so we could talk. She sat down and wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Oh, Lord. What aren't you telling me?" she asked.

"A lot. The insurance company has been trying to get the money back from Henry's estate. It's been a lot of back and forth."

"That's nothing. I know that would take some time." She shrugged.

"That's not it. I had to deal with Future in a way I'm not proud of-" I started.

"What do you mean? Don't tell me you got yourselves involved in something illegal," she said, getting off of me.

She sat across from me staring me down. I could tell she was getting upset as her fingers tapped her thigh.

"It's not like that. I'm not involved in that life and I never will. I hired people to physically threatened him and I made some moves to get his tour canceled and album pushed back," I explained.

"That's not how we do business. I can't believe you... What else are you doing? You were too calm about the Harlow situation. I know you. You did something.”

"I hired investigators to spy on her, Jael, and William," I confessed.

"I get Harlow and Jael. William has nothing to do with it. He's been a loyal employee for almost 6 years. He has nothing to gain by stalking you," she reasoned.

"He dated you and he didn't like it when you ended things with him. Maybe he still wants revenge because he felt like I was the reason you let him go. When the video was leaked, he had you secluded in his office to make it look believable. That couldn't have been just a coincidence."

"I just don't see him holding a 6-year grudge over nothing. We went on a few dates and we never even slept together."

"You didn't have sex with him?"

"No. Just you, Malachi, and unfortunately Aubrey."

All this time I thought William smashed my wife. He sure made it seem like they did. I knew about Malachi and she told me about one more guy and I always assumed it was William and that's why she never wanted to talk about it. Now I felt even more ashamed about my body count.

"Oh, I thought-"

"You thought wrong! I never asked, but I know you have slept with at least 50 women. I've been in plenty of rooms with women you have slept with. Females all in your face, knowing that you're married. Not once did I complain or throw it in your face because I trust you. But you had the nerve to go crazy because I had sex with Aubrey. I slept with him before I even knew you. You keep a lot from me and you only tell me when you feel that you have no choice. You are such a hypocrite. I'm tired of the double standards with you," she snapped.

She stood up and went to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I knew she was going to get a bit upset, but I didn't imagine it going this bad. I couldn't go home with us like this, so I got up and went to the door. It was locked. I knocked hard, hoping she’d let me explain.

"Bee, I'm sorry... Baby, let's talk," I begged as I continued to knock.

"Just give me some space!" she shouted.

"Can you open the door please?" I asked.

All I got was silence. She was rightfully pissed at me. I have been hypocritical and harsh to her about what she did in the past. I should have been more understanding when she didn't want to talk about her rape and the way she mourned and processed losing the twins. She needed some time alone and I had to give that to her. I poured myself a drink and sat down. I hoped by the time we landed she would be up to talk.

About an hour later the captain told us to get ready to land. Blaire came out of the room and sat on the opposite side of the plane and buckled up. I wanted her to at least acknowledge me. She wouldn't even look at me.

"Bee," I called.

"We'll talk later, okay?”

After we landed, I grabbed our luggage and followed her to the car. Nick was picking us up. I asked him to take an Uber back home, so I could talk to my wife. He agreed and I got in the driver's seat.

"Can we talk now?" I asked.

"You need to talk. You need to explain yourself," she spat.

"I realize that I have not been very reasonable and understanding. I was wrong to judge you about your past. I was wrong to keep things from you and get mad with you when I've done the same thing. I know I can get jealous, a little possessive, and overprotective over you. I love you that much and I can't lose you. I'm very sorry and I don't want you to get out of this car hating me."

"I don't hate you. I'm just angry and hurt... You made me feel so guilty about what I did with Aubrey decades ago that had nothing to do with you. I know I should have been more open about my past. I was wrong for not telling you about being on the shot. I apologized and I promise not to do that again. Faced with trauma and the fear of losing our lives, I felt that I couldn't tell you about Henry. Besides that, I've never kept anything from you. I never try to keep things from you.”

"I know. I'm truly sorry and I'm going to do right by you.”

I pulled the car over. I pulled her into my arms and apologized again. I kissed her and she put her arms around me. After a few minutes, she pulled away from me and started nervously tapping on her thighs. She was still hurt about how I guilt-tripped her.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I know you didn't mean it. I was in my feelings and I shouldn’t have given you the silent treatment... Ave, I love you. I’m in love with you. I vowed to stick with you for better or worse. I don't want to fight with you anymore. We only have a few days left before you leave. I want to spend them in peace," she said with a faint smile.

I felt like I could breathe again. I kissed her again. Then we headed home with her hand in mine. I was so thankful that she wanted peace and she forgave me. I just want us to let go of all negative emotions and memories of our past and move on in a positive direction. We were getting there slowly but surely.
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