Page 11 of Return to Dawson Falls

The hostess escorted them to their table toward the back of the restaurant that was closed off from the main dining area. The main dining area was more for families and patrons that wanted a quiet dining experience. The closed off section was for those that preferred a night club experience to eating, drinking, and dancing. It was a great place to meet other singles. As they walked to the back, Aubree heard someone calling her name and stopped walking to see where the person was seated. Turning her head to the left, Aubree began scanning the restaurant looking for anyone that she may know. Then she saw a child waving her arm in the air excitedly smiling and pointing at Aubree. The older woman sitting next to the child pushed the child’s hand down to keep her from pointing at Aubree and fussing at the child for her behavior she assumed.

Aubree made her way over to the table where she saw the family seated. It was one of her students from the dance studio, Chanel Hollings. As she approached the table, both women looked at her from head to toe sizing her up.

“Good evening, Chanel and family,” Aubree greeted the family.

“Hi, Ms. Aubree. You look very pretty tonight. Are you here on a date with your boyfriend?” Chanel sat eagerly waiting for Aubree to answer.

“Chanel, that is inappropriate. You don’t ask adults questions about their relationships,” the older woman chastised Chanel, but Chanel paid her no mind.

“Hi, I’m Allie. How do you know Chanel?”

“I work at the dance studio. I’m one of the new teachers.”

“Oh...okay. I’m Chanel’s aunt, Allison Hollings, but everyone calls me Allie. This is my mother, Mrs. Katherine Hollings, Chanel’s grandmother.”

“Well, it is nice to meet you all. Chanel is a great student and has great potential to go far.” Just as Aubree was about to tell them to enjoy their meal and leave, Chanel cut in.

“Daddy! This is Ms. Aubree, my new dance teacher. Ms. Aubree, this is my daddy.” Aubree turned to greet the man, but the words got stuck in her throat when she saw who it was. Both Aubree and Grant stood there staring at each other before Aubree spoke up first. “You, I mean… Well, good evening Mr. Hollings.”

“Daddy, you know Ms. Aubree already?” Before Grant could say anything, Aubree interrupted.

“Yes, we met today at the studio when he proceeded to tell me about his opinion on my style of dance. It was very informative. Wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Hollings?” Aubree stood, eyebrows raised, with her hands on her hips daring him to talk to her the way he did earlier.

Grant had stepped away from the table to speak with Celeste about the plans for later this evening. After what happened at the studio, Grant figured he could relieve the stress he was feeling better between her legs. When she called, he left the table to talk to Celeste and returned to a sexy vixen standing by his seat. Grant wanted to run his hands up and down her legs around to her ass just to feel her. She smelled wonderful, and he wanted to put his nose up to her neck to inhale her perfume more closely.

Grant spoke up, “Yes, we met earlier today but did not exchange names at the time. So, let me try this again. Grant Hollings, nice to meet you Aubree…?” Grant wanted to know her last name.

“Rogers, Aubree Rogers.”

“Ms. Rogers, it is nice to meet you, and my apologies if my words earlier today were a little harsh.”

“A little harsh... Ha!” Aubree rolled her eyes. “Okay. Well, you all have a good evening and enjoy your meal.” Aubree turned and walked away with an extra sway in her hips as she strutted to the back of the restaurant.

Allie was the first to speak, “Well, you put your foot in your mouth big time, didn’t you?” With a smirk on her face, Allie was ready to rub it in his own.

“Let’s not discuss this now. We are here to have a nice dinner, and there is a child present.” Grant ended any discussion about his earlier meeting with Aubree Rogers, but knowing Allie, she was going to pester him until he told her. After the server brought their drinks, salads, and appetizers to the table, his mother started talking about her Women’s League Meeting and upcoming Mother Daughter Tea. Grant tuned her out as he kept looking at the back double doors waiting to see if Aubree would come back to this side of the restaurant. She was even more beautiful dressed in the burgundy jumpsuit hugging her curves in all the right places with the tops of her breasts peeking out of the top ready for him to run his tongue along them. Her lips were a deep wine color that favored rich blackberries that looked ready for him to kiss and suck on. Grant began to wonder what she had on underneath that jumpsuit. Did she have on a thong or no panties at all? Bra or no bra?

“Daddy, Daddy!”

“Grant!” Grant shook his head to clear all thoughts of Ms. Aubree Rogers.

“Yes, baby girl, what were you saying?” Grant focused on the conversation before him instead of fantasizing about a woman that he would never give a chance to wreck his life.

After leaving Soul Bistro, Aubree went home to think about Grant Hollings. She never imagined that Grant was Chanel’s father because Chanel was not uptight at all like her father. How could someone so fine as hell be a total ass hole to someone they never met. Aubree took one look at Grant and knew if she stepped to him, he would change her life forever. She was sure he could fuck her the way she needed because making love to someone made a person vulnerable and she couldn’t be at the mercy of any man again. But it was obvious that Grant had a problem with women in general or women like her that “grew up without fathers.” Either way, Grant was a man she would avoid at all costs unless she wanted to find herself in a far worse situation than before. As much as Aubree tried to sleep, she tossed and turned all night with thoughts of Grant Hollings on top of her caressing her.

Grant pulled up to a brick two-story house, got out of his SUV, and rang the doorbell waiting for a person he needed to get his hands on now. The locks on the doors disengaged and as soon as the door swung open, Grant grabbed Celeste and kissed her…walking her backward in the house. She moaned as Grant started tearing at her clothes and kissing her on her neck. Grant placed her hand on his dick so she could feel how ready he was to get started. She started unbuckling Grant’s belt and unfastening his pants and reached inside to pull out his dick. Grant needed this release tonight to forget about Aubree.

Celeste made eye contact with Grant. “I’m going to make you feel good tonight.” As soon as her tongue wrapped around the head of his dick, Grant moaned closing his eyes. Celeste went to work sucking and jacking his dick off. Then Grant felt his head hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck…oh, shit, Aubree baby… Do that…just like that.” Grant was wrapped up in what was going on, he got louder calling out “Aubree” as he grabbed the back of her head.

“What did you call me?!” Celeste jerked back and raised to her feet.

“Huh, what are you taking about? Why did you stop?” Pants around his ankles, Grant stood there panting waiting for Celeste to continue.

“Grant, you called me Aubree! You really think I’m going to continue with you calling me by another bitch’s name?!”

“I didn’t call you that, come on, Celeste. Don’t do this!” Grant couldn’t believe this shit.

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