Southern Spice

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Chapter 6

Over the next few days, Becks tried to get me alone. No doubt to talk to me about the spectacle I made of myself the other night. I purposely blew him off. I didn’t have it in me to tell him how I felt, especially knowing it would ruin everything we already had. The worst thing was, I didn’t even tell Muriel how I was feeling. How do you even say that you are madly in love with your engaged boss out loud?

The day of the gala finally arrived, and I ran to the office to pick up some items I needed for tonight. When I got in, there was an enormous bouquet of the most beautiful peonies I had ever seen. They were in pink and purple pastels with huge white ones scattered about. I opened the little card on the plastic holder.

Save a dance for me. -B

My heart skipped a beat, but then I quickly remembered that he wasn’t mine and never would be. If I danced with him tonight, I would have to do it as a colleague or a friend. Nothing more. It was a lie I was telling myself that would help with my self-preservation so that I could make it through the night with all the pieces of my heart intact.

Muriel and I made appointments at our favorite spa to get pampered all day before the gala. We got the works—massages, facials, make-up and hair. If anything, tonight, I would look amazing and have the confidence I needed to face Becks and Kara together.

Muriel and I parted ways to go home and put our gowns on and await our dates to pick us up. Andrew was a great date for tonight. He was sweet and attentive, everything I could ask for.

When I put on my red corset satin gown with an extremely high slit up the leg, I felt transformed into one badass bitch. I topped it off with a ringmaster hat and long black gloves. The dress hugged my curves perfectly and lived up to its three-thousand-dollar price tag. I completed the look by putting on a pair of black strappy heels that were higher than my usual.

We arrived at the gala right on time. Andrew looked great in his black suit with a tiger print bow tie. It was the perfect touch. Muriel’s dress was a beautiful sequin zebra print mermaid dress. She looked stunning, as always.

My eyes scanned the crowd for any sign of Becks and his retched fiancé, but they were nowhere to be found. After an hour or so of rubbing elbows with clients and colleagues, the band announced Becks would say a few words. I helped him write his speech and I have to say it was a work of art.

Finally, Becks stepped up to the podium. He looked fucking amazing. The gold and red jacquard floral peak lapel jacket, red vest and bowtie, and fitted black pants, was the most Becks way to do circus style.

I pushed my way closer so that I could get a better view. He found me in the crowd and smiled. He spoke the words we wrote together about his dad and the shelter, and I got emotional again. The effort it took to fight back the tears was gone when he locked eyes with me once again when he spoke the most meaningful words in the speech. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him right then and there.

After the speech, everyone clapped, and the band played music once again. Drew was coming toward me with a glass of champagne in his hand. “Cheers to the most beautiful woman and the most amazing event,” he said as he clinked my glass.

“You are the sweetest.”

He was really one of the nicest guys had I ever met. The problem was, I had no desire to have sex with him or touch him or even kiss him. It would be so incredibly easy if I had the feelings for Andrew that I had for Becks. But really, what fun would that be?

The music went from a fast-paced dance song to a slower song. Andrew was ready to take my hand to dance until Becks approached us.

“Drew.” Becks nodded to say hello. “Do you mind if I dance with Dolly for just one song?”

“Sir, you will have to ask Dolly.” Andrew was so damn wonderful. I truly wished I wanted to jump his bones as much as I wanted Becks.

“Okay,” I answered as Becks took my hand to lead me onto the dance floor.

“You look amazing,” he said as he placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me close. My breath hitched. His other hand traced down my right arm to grab my other hand and left goosebumps in its wake. I began breathing heavily, feeling an insurmountable need for this man.

“You look amazing as well.”

“Thank you,” he responded. “You have been avoiding me this week, Dolly Jane. I don’t like when I don’t get to talk to you or see you, and after the other night, I think we really need to talk.”

“Becks, stop messing with me, okay? I can’t take it anymore.”

“What do you mean, messing with you?”

“Stop playing dumb, Becks. You know how I feel about you. After the other night, seeing me cry over the fact that I will never be the one you want. Why do you want to talk about something that is just going to hurt me?”

“Dolly, I don’t know how you feel. You have this impenetrable wall up with me. And the other day—when I saw you crying—that was the first time you ever showed me anything.”

“This is a useless conversation.” I snapped. My reaction was to guard myself so that I wouldn’t get hurt. “Shouldn’t you be dancing with your fiancé? Speaking of, where is she?”

“I don’t care. I am with you right now. Nobody else.”

Suddenly, I recognized the song playing—“You & I” by John Legend. Everything about this moment would have been perfect if it wasn’t for one insignificant detail that was walking toward us looking madder than a wet hen. Before I could warn Becks, she was already standing between us.

“What is going on here?” she bit.

“I’m dancing with Dolly.”

I wanted to leave, believe me, I did, but I love a good dramatic scene, and I am excited to see how this dumpster fire is going to play out.

“I am your fiancé, Beckham. I don’t think you need to be dancing with this trashy bitch.”

“Uh huh.” I stepped up to her, madder than hell at the trashy comment. Bitch, I could handle, but trashy? No way. “I will look over the fact that you just called me trashy so that you can save yourself the embarrassment of assuming something that you shouldn’t.”

“Do you think I am that stupid?” I really wanted to answer her, but I kept my mouth shut and let her finish. “I see the way you are always looking at him. You think you can have him, but you can’t. He would never want someone like you. Like honestly, that dress just screams southern trash.” She said as she pretended to trip and spilled her glass of wine all over the front of my satin dress. I look over at Becks standing in shock. If Becks knows one thing about me, he knows I will cut a bitch.

As much as I wanted to smash my champagne glass and go for this bitch’s jugular, I checked myself because this event wasn’t about me, or Becks, or cunty Kara. It was about Orion’s vision for the shelter and to bring families together.

No, murder wasn’t the answer this time. Cooler heads prevailed, and I went for her terrible hair extensions, yanking a clump as hard as I could in an effort to tear them out. It wasn’t hard. She would need to fire her stylist for the terrible job.

“Now we’re even, bitch,” I said as I turned around to grab my purse and phone from Andrew and walk straight out of the tent.

I said nothing to anyone, including Andrew. Getting out of there was my top priority. I didn’t want to stick around since there was a crowd gathering around us and people were clearly aware I had a gigantic wet mark down the front of my dress that just so resembled the shape of a very erect penis. The night was completely on brand for Dolly Good, spicy disaster.

My feet were killing me by the time I was ten blocks away from the gala. I grabbed an Uber, but I didn’t want to go home, so I went to Central Park and cry this night out sitting on my favorite bench. The bench Becks and I frequently sat during our morning coffee meetups.

Everything else aside, I just realized my expensive designer dress was completely ruined. I lost my composure again and sobbed. How could this night go so wrong? I could never face any of them again, especially Becks. And Andrew. He would probably never speak to me again. I ripped my purse and phone out of his hands without a word and stormed out. Being empathetic to the position I had put him in, I wouldn’t blame him one bit if he never spoke to me again.

I leaned forward to catch my head in my hands, trying to mask my ugly-crying face. And for the next fifteen minutes, let my mind go blank as I released all the emotion I have been holding in for so long. It took me a few seconds to realize someone was standing next to the bench, and when I looked up, I saw Becks’ face illuminated by the street lamp behind us. Heavens to Betsy, he looked amazing, and it angered me. Don’t ask me why, but it did.

“What are you doing here?” I sucked back my tears and reached down deep to grab any sort of sass that I had left.

“Can I sit down?” he asked.

“It’s a free country,” I said as I sat up, slumped down, and crossed my arms.

“I am so sorry about tonight. Kara was way out of line.”

“Ya think?” I said sarcastically.

“Dolls, I think we need to stop beating around the bush here and be honest with each other.”

“Honest about what?”

“Stop it. You know what I mean.” Becks was getting a little annoyed. I could tell because he always fidgeted with his hands when he was annoyed.

“No, I don’t, Becks. Please enlighten me.” If this was going to go down in a pool of flames, I was going to make him jump first. I was done saying anything about the way I felt about him. It was his turn.

He took a deep breath.

“Dolly,” he turned to look at me. My goodness, this man could render me breathless with one look. “I have loved you from the first time you walked into my conference room—maybe even before.”

Did he just say he loved me? I had no words and was speechless for the first time in my life. He saw the expression of shock on my face and my hands shaking. Maybe it was from the adrenaline from wanting to attack Kara with a prison shank earlier, or maybe it was from all the pent-up feelings I had for him. In an effort to calm me, he grabbed my hands, but it only made it worse.

“My father always talked to me about you. He told me how smart and what an incredible person you are. I even crept on your social media months before I even met you because I needed to find out all I could about you. My dad would always say he would have loved for me to end up with someone like you. Someone that would challenge me to be a better man. Someone that would be as equally driven, but also knew when to make me stop and enjoy life. When he passed, I wasn’t going to take the CEO position because I was terrified. I would never live up to his—and everyone else’s—expectations. But I remembered him telling me that you had been there for him, and I hoped that you would be there for me. It was you, Dolly Jane, that inspired me to do this. And it is only you I want by my side, every step of the way.”

Oh, shit, no! I couldn’t stop it. The faucets turned on, and I was sobbing uncontrollably.

Beckham Donaldson just touched every part of my soul with his confession. It was probably the most perfect thing he could have said to me, but there was still a huge problem. He was getting married. How could I even take this to heart? I couldn’t because my heart was shattering with every second. I sat with him, knowing he wasn’t mine. So, I did what I always did when it came to Becks. I got up and ran away as quickly as I could, hobbling along with my blistered feet. Damn these shoes! What I wouldn’t give for a pair of sneakers right now.

To add insult to injury, the unpredictable summer weather of New York kicked in and it down poured. Oh, for fuck’s sakes! Why me?

“Dolly Jane! Stop!” I heard Becks’ yell, crossing the street. My feet hurt too badly to run anymore.

“Becks, just let me go. I don’t want to do this right now.”

“I broke off the engagement,” he said, out of breath, looking deliciously wet from the rain.

Meanwhile, I most likely looked like a drown rat with mascara streaks running down my cheeks. But that didn’t matter, because the one thing that was my obstacle no longer existed.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? It caught me completely off guard. The world froze around us.

Becks grabbed my waist and pulled me tightly into him. “Kiss me,” he demanded. Becks never had to ask me to do anything twice, and after all, there was nothing in this world I love more than Beckham Donaldson.

I threw my hands around his neck as his lips connected with mine, carefully exploring and getting to know how our lips reacted to each other’s. In no time at all, we gained comfort knowing that we were both feeling the same, and the kiss deepened. Our tongues played a cute game of cat and mouse. It was perfectly pure but so sexy all at the same time. After a few moments, we came up for air, laughing and smiling at each other.

“Come home with me,” he stated. It wasn’t a question, and if it had been, my answer would have been yes.

Fortunately, my subconscious had me running toward Becks’ apartment building, which we were a block away from. Unfortunately, my feet were bleeding from the shoes.

“Becks, I want to come home with you, but unfortunately, I can’t walk anymore. My shoes are killing my feet.” He smiled, then kneeled to unhook the straps of my shoes. I held onto his shoulder to steady myself as he teasingly ran his hands up and down the back of my thighs as he moved from one foot to another. He had no clue what he was in for. After my shoes were off, he hoisted me over his shoulder effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. I laughed as he began speed walking to his building with me slung over his shoulder.

“Good evening, Mr. Donaldson,” the doorman said as he opened the door. “And good evening, miss.”

“Good evening!” I yelled, laughing, as we passed over the threshold.

When we made it to the elevator and the doors opened, he put me down. And when those gold doors closed, we unleashed all the pent-up fire of six months. Becks grabbed my face gently as our lips connected again. This time, it was hunger and need for each other. He pushed me against the wall as his hands moved down to my waist and back up. When the elevator stopped and opened, he picked me up again and carried me into his penthouse.

“I will give you a tour later,” he said as he practically jogged to his bedroom.

He put me down right in front of the two floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Central Park.

“This view is breathtaking.”

“No, you are breathtaking.” He answered as he planted gentle kisses down my neck. It hadn’t really occurred to me we were both soaked from being in a downpour. “I think we need to get you out of that dress.” I could tell he had a smirk from his reflection in the window.

“Mr. Donaldson, I reckon you better get to work.” And he did, slowly unhooking the back of my corset dress. I wondered if he had experienced unhooking corsets because he did it effortlessly. It turned me on even more.

My dress dropped, exposing my breasts. I still had my back to him, and I slid the dress all the way down to my ankles, leaving nothing but my black lace thong. He then traced his fingertips, gently gliding them over my thighs, stomach, nipples and shoulder. A trail of goosebumps followed the path, and as a result, I let out a small moan.

“Do you like that?” he whispered into my neck.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. This man nearly brought me an orgasm by a gentle touch, and I had no chance of anything else he would do to me.

I turned around to take my turn, assisting with his clothing removal. I started unbuttoning his vest, then his shirt. I got annoyed with the hard-to-maneuver buttons and just ripped it open.

“Why Miss Good, rushing things a bit, aren’t we?” He flashed his cocky smirk. Mirroring him, I flashed one right back. Throwing his shirt to the side, I took in the top half of his body, running my hands over his perfect abs, tracing my fingers over his pectoral muscles and over his biceps. In return, he threw his head back and let out a sexy growl. “God damn it, you drive me crazy.” I laughed as I moved my hand back down to his pants.

I would not make this easy for him. Six months of having him parade around was like dangling a big, juicy steak in front of a starving tiger. I was going to enjoy every second of driving him insane.

My hands landed at his hips as I walked around him, gliding my hand around his waist, moving to his hips, then his backside, and I gave it a little slap. He chuckled. Damn, this man had a fine ass.

As I walked back around, I couldn’t help myself but to push into him with my hand on his package. I desperately needed to check out the goods. I was met with absolutely zero disappointment when I felt the length and girth of his rock-hard member. A tinge of anticipation quivered between my legs.

“Do you like that, baby?” He whispered into my hair. I nodded and unbuttoned his pants. As I dragged them down slowly, I stopped and gave his backside a nice squeeze. Becks stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. “My turn.” he growled. Sweet baby Jesus, I loved when he growled.

Becks grabbed the sides of my face and brought me in for a deep kiss and push me toward his bed. I fell backward and moved up the bed like I was his prey and he was about to pounce.

He crawled slowly up to me, never breaking eye contact. Pushing half on top of me, he ran his hand from my cheek to my breasts. He stopped to play with them. It was like giving a kid play dough for the first time. He touched me like he had never experienced a woman with a large chest. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you like those?” I giggled.

“Oh, my God. Yes.” he answered as he began to gently kiss and nibble on my nipples. I moaned in response.

Making his way farther down, he came to my thong, grabbed each side, and ripped them off.

Having a man rip off my underwear with one hand was the biggest turn on. I felt the aching between my legs indicating that even the slightest touch could throw me into a feral release. He slipped his fingers between the throbbing space between my folds. A moan escaped my lips. It had been too long since someone had touched me. Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he trailed kisses and nibbled his way down my breasts, stomach, and, oh my lord.

My breathing stopped. His kisses teased my inner thighs and the area around my sex. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect. This had only happened to me one other time, in college, for thirty seconds.

Becks spread my legs a little further, rubbing my clit, exploring the most private part of my body. Then one finger entered me, and I moaned louder. Then, a second finger entered. He slowly began moving them in and out while still giving my clit the attention it deserved. His lips kissed my folds. Using his tongue to spread me open, he began licking and sucking. “Oh, Becks. Yes. Don’t stop.” His fingers rubbed my spot, and it threw me over the edge. I experienced the most delicious release. I moaned and in response, he made that sexy growl noise.

He came back up to kiss me. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes. Please, God. Yes!” I exclaimed.

Becks stood up to pull off his boxers, and my breath hitched again at the sight of his size. He crawled back on the bed, stalking me like his prey. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispered as he began teasing me with his tip, rubbing the tip up and down between my folds. “You are so wet, baby. Are you ready for me?”

Was I ever! I had been waiting for this moment for six months. “Yes.” And with that, he thrusted inside me. In response to the initial tinge of discomfort, I moaned. He caught my gaze, no doubt to see if he had hurt me. By that time, my body had adjusted and was ready for business. I smiled.

Becks forged in and out of me as I matched his thrust with my own. He stopped for a moment. “Are you ok?” I asked, worried.

“Yes, I just don’t want to come yet.” I smiled, knowing that I was pleasing him. We stayed in the same missionary position for a few more seconds when he exited me.

Becks grabbed my hips and positioned me on all fours. Oh, how he already knew my favorite positions. I laughed at his aggressiveness, throwing me into position. “Fuck, your ass is amazing,” he said as he slapped it, then he grabbed it to knead away the sting. I looked back at him and smiled.

He lowered himself down so that he was positioned on top of me with easy access to my neck and mouth. “Tell me you’re mine, baby,” Then, he entered me again, and in this position, I felt every inch of him. I was his. Becks could have whatever he wanted. “I’m yours, Becks.”

In and out, he thrusted from behind as he continued to rub my clit. “Oh God, yes, Becks. Don’t stop.” I yelled.

“Do you want to come with me, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, please. Make me come. I’m so close.” He moved in and out, harder and harder, while his hand moved faster between my legs. I was so close. “I’m so close,” I yelled.

With every thrust, I felt it build up in my core. Just when I thought I had a few more seconds to fight it, Becks tensed up, and as a reaction, I did as well. We both released at the same time. Waves pulsing from our bodies. I had never experienced an orgasm like that before.

We both collapsed, and he pulled me in to lie on top of his chest. “I love you so much,” he whispered. I almost came again in reaction. Becks could simply say anything to me, and it could thwart me into the big “O.”

“I love you, Becks.” It was the first time I had said it—to anyone.

As we lay there looking out at the city, I wondered what would happen next for us. What would it be like to be in a relationship with Becks Donaldson? How would this affect our relationship at work? I had so many concerns and questions swirling around in my head.

“Baby, it’s going to be amazing. This is our happily ever after,” he said, then he kissed my head.

The fact that he already knew what was going on inside my head reassured me it was going to be our happily ever after, but there was that small part of me that had this wee feeling that it might not be as easy as we think.

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