Page 54 of One Good Reason

I nodded my head. Fear ripped through my body as my heart doubled in speed.

“I asked if you understood me? I will fuck you until your legs give out making it hard for you to walk for the next week,” he gritted. His tone was dangerous– threatening even. And now the confidence I possessed a few minutes ago had disappeared.

“Yes,” I wailed seconds later.

Slinking back in his seat, Law fixed his jacket, opened the limousine door, and stepped out.

Out of nowhere, tears were threatening to erupt from my eyes. Law stood on the curb, watching me. I was afraid to look up at him, so I smoothed out my dress and made sure I was presentable before stepping out behind him. With his hand now splayed at the small of my back, we moved in synchrony toward the entrance of the building.

CHAPTER 13

Lawton

The walk through the hotel lobby to the elevator felt like it took hours. The air surrounding Talitha and I was thick. I don’t know what the fuck was going on in that head of hers but the way she jumped me back in the limo made me want to do something so explicit to her.

Luckily, the driver had enough sense to roll the partition up because my mind wasn’t processing shit fast enough. It was merely hours ago when the two of us had a disagreement and now I was fighting the urge to bend her ass over.

When the doors of the elevator closed, I pushed the button for our desired floor and stood with my back against the elevator wall. Talitha was standing in front of me with her back to my front rocking on the balls of her feet. Pieces of her hair had somehow made their way out of their fixed state. The red lipstick she wore was now smeared on the collar of my shirt.

Locking eyes with the screen, I counted every single floor we passed until the elevator chimed, signaling that we had reached our final destination. Bringing my hand to the back her neck, I gripped it and directed her off the elevator.

Outside of our hotel room door she stood with her arms folded across her chest while waiting on me to unlock the door.Deciding to fuck with her, I pushed her forward causing her to drop her arms and grab the wall. Stepping closer, I used my knee to lodge her legs apart.

“I could fuck you right here and no one would ever know,” I hissed in her ear. “Is that what you want?”

“Harvey,” she panted.

Leaning down, I reached to grab the bottom of her dress, dragging it up, stopping right at her waist leaving her ass exposed. The black thong she wore had a butterfly that rested right above the crack of her ass. “You want me to fuck you, Talitha?”

“Harvey,” she uttered again.

“Tell me what you want Talitha.”

“I want…” She gulped a few times before recovering, “I want you to let me go.” She finally gritted, giving me the answer that I knew was coming. Talitha wasn’t ready for what I had to offer. She pushed the envelope just a little only to retreat when she realized it was too much for her to handle.

“Your wish is my command.” Kissing her on the ear, I let go of her dress and opened the door. Before she could stomp away from me, I tugged her arm and spun her around. “Breakfast will be delivered at seven. Get some rest, we have a busy day tomorrow.”

Rolling her eyes, she snatched away and this time I let her. The memory of her tiny hands wrapped around my dick had me hardening in my slacks. Had I followed through with my original plan and fucked Mia before leaving Atlanta I probably wouldn’t have been as bothered. But I was, and instead of giving in to that burning desire, I decided to retreat to my bedroom. I would stroke myself into oblivion before I forced her across a line, she wasn’t ready for.

Breakfast was a blur. Talitha and I sat across from each other and didn’t utter a single fucking word to one another. I was in my head just as much as she was. I almost expected for her ass to dip on me in the middle of the night but was pleasantly surprised when I strolled out of my room and found her sitting at the table drinking from a coffee mug.

I wanted to ask her what was on her mind but refused knowing all she would do was act like the shit never happened. When the driver picked us up, our first stop was the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. Talitha sat on the concrete and reminisced about the day the world went up in a frenzy. She cried and prayed for each victim and their family. I stood by and let her do her thing without interruptions and when she was ready to go our next stop was the Rockefeller center.

It didn’t take long for her to realize it wasn’t anything spectacular. I tried to tell her they overhype shit in movies for dramatic effects but she just had to see it for herself. She wanted to take a stroll around Central Park, and I would’ve obliged until I decided to take her to my favorite part of New York City.

Using her mouth for the first time today, Talitha turned to me. “This is the infamous Grand Central Station?” she asked, standing in the center of the room staring up at the clock.

“The one and only.”

“I guess they don’t overexaggerate everything,” she retorted.

“They do,” I chuckled. “But this… This is a monument that can’t be duplicated.”

“It’s a metro station, Harvey. Nothing is spectacular about that.”

“Says the woman standing there with stars in her eyes. Had I known you would’ve reacted this way, we would have come here first. This is the most conversation I’ve gotten out of you all day.”

“That’s your fault.”

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