Authors: Joslyn Black
A Debt Paid (7 page)
Anya couldn’t believe how fast time
had gone by. There was only a couple of
weeks until their wedding. She was actually
looking forward to it. True to his word,
Calix had stayed every night for one week.
They always slept naked, and he would pull
her close and fall asleep with her wrapped
in his embrace. Every day, whoever came
home first would start dinner, and the
other joined in the preparation once they
arrived home. Each night, though, as they
got ready for bed he would complain about
how small her apartment was and how
they couldn’t even fit in the bathtub
together.
So, on the second week, Anya had
admitted defeat and moved into Calix’s
penthouse. He was more than smug about
getting her to move in before the wedding,
but she let it slide because of all the sweet
things he was doing for her. He had an
obsession with her hair and would comb it
for her each night. After he was finished, he
would kiss his way from the top of her neck
to the bottom of her shoulder.
When she moved in, everything she
wanted to keep either got integrated into
his penthouse or was put in storage.
Everything that was left had been donated
to the Salvation Army.
They’d had dinner with his mother
last week. Maria was so ecstatic that Anya
and Calix were getting married; she’d
wanted Calix to settle down for a while.
Over his thirty-nine years, Calix had never
brought a woman home for her to meet. In
Maria’s eyes, he should have been married
with kids by now. She was only
disappointed in the time frame. The
wedding was so close, she didn’t have
enough time to invite their family in Italy.
Anya had fallen in love with Calix’s
mom instantly. Maria was a happy women,
who always had a smile on her face. She
was maybe an inch shorter than Anya and a
little plump but knew how to dress and
looked very fashionable. Maria was honest,
straightforward, sweet, and compassionate.
She was younger than Anya’s parents; Anya
figured Maria must have married young
given Calix’s age.
Maria and Anya’s mother Carol had
met over dinner a couple of nights ago.
They got along perfectly; they talked the
whole way through dinner and dessert.
With the exception of the night Anya had
brought Calix to dinner, Anya hadn’t seen
her mother sober and smiling like this in a
while. She knew this trip to Italy was going
to be great for her mother. Anya still didn’t
know exactly what had changed her
father’s mind. When the trip was brought
up two weeks ago, he seemed very much
against it. But, then he reversed his
decision and was fine with her going.
Anya and Calix met with the
wedding planner, and, remarkably, they got
eighty percent of the decisions done in one
afternoon. The cake they chose was a
strawberry and chocolate-checkered cake.
How they got it that way, she didn’t know.
The frosting was going to be a sweet soft
buttercream decorated with edible pearls
and flowers that matched the centerpieces.
Their colors were white, grey, and purple,
so she chose cabbage roses, lobelia,
heliotrope, and paper white narcissus for
the centerpieces and her bouquet. Anya
went to the bridal boutique the weekend
after meeting with the wedding planner.
Calix had wanted her to go sooner, but she
didn’t want to use any more vacation days.
Carol and Maria accompanied her. After
trying on seventeen dresses, she finally
found one they all liked. It was a silk,
strapless mermaid style dress with a
beaded sweetheart neckline and a pleated
drop waist. It was almost a perfect fit; she
was just a little too short for it, so it needed
to have the hem altered.
Anya still didn’t know who was
going to be her maid of honor. She didn’t
have many close female friends aside from
her childhood friend Nicole. But, since
Nicole had moved, they only saw each
other about once a year. One of her cousins
was going to be a bridesmaid. Her maid of
honor would wear a grey dress with a
purple satin belt tied in a bow in the back,
and her bridesmaid’s dress was the
opposite color scheme. Both were strapless
and form fitting, so she needed to pick her
maid of honor fast. She didn’t want a large
wedding or a large wedding party. Anya
didn’t have many people she was going to
invite; a few coworkers, her boss, and some
of her family, but most of them weren’t on
speaking terms with her parents, because
of her father mainly. Most of the guests
were coming from Calix’s invitations. His
family was large, and he had to invite some
of his uncle’s associates. They would be
offended if they weren’t, and that was
something you just did not do. Then, there
were Calix’s own business associates to
consider.
The venue was to be at the Diamond
Country Club in their grand ballroom. Calix
had made the travel plans for their
honeymoon. They were going to Fiji. He’d
shown her pictures of the hotel they were
to stay at, although hotel wasn’t an
accurate description. It was a resort with
private suites that were underwater.
Wedding stuff aside, Anya’s
relationship with Calix had only gotten
better. The feelings she was trying not to
acknowledge were getting stronger, but
she didn’t want to put a name to them yet,
though there was no denying what those
feelings were.. Wanting to avoid the issue,
Anya threw herself into her job. Work had
always been her refuge. While some people
dreaded ten hour days, she loved them.
Being a paralegal to one of the most sought
after attorneys in town kept her going nonstop. So, it said something that she actually
missed him while she was at work and
couldn’t wait to get home to have dinner
with him each night.
The two of them had become very
domesticated during their two weeks
together. Some people think that routines
in relationships make them boring, but she
didn’t feel that way. They agreed to take
turns cooking although they always ended
up making dinner together. They would eat
while having some pretty entertaining
conversations, and they got to know each
other a little more each night. Though they
had a maid service, Anya would always do
some light cleaning around the penthouse.
If Calix didn’t bring work home with him,
he would just follow her around the
penthouse talking and watching.
Sometimes, he’d even help clean up
sometimes. It was funny because Anya
could tell it really wasn’t something he did
often, then they would just relax together.
Often they’d snuggle on the couch and
watch TV or a movie. Anya was really
surprised at some of his favorite shows.
She thought for sure he’d be some type of
CSI guy. But, no, this man liked watching
old
I Love Lucy
reruns. Other times, they
would just sit on the couch with her legs
resting in his lap and quietly read and
together. They had even started a chess
game that, even after two weeks, wasn’t
over.
Anya found that day by day they just
grew closer together. He would kiss her
good morning, hello, and goodbye. They
were unexpectedly very compatible. Every
night, they made love, often more than
once. Calix had a very large sexual appetite.
When it came to Anya, he could never get
enough of her; some nights he would even
wake her up in the middle of the night.
There was only a few things that
worried Anya. Firstly, Calix’s Uncle Vito
wanted to meet her before the wedding,
and, really, what does one say when they’re
about to meet future in laws that were
mobbed up? Was he going to be the
stereotypical mobster like in the movies?
She had no idea. Secondly, she didn’t want
to quit her job. Calix had said he wouldn’t
mind her working until she was pregnant.
Then he wanted her to quit, because he
didn’t want her in a high stress
atmosphere, and he thought it would affect
her pregnancy and the health of the baby.
She really didn’t want to quit. Anya enjoyed
her job, but she had done research about
pregnancy, health, work, and miscarriages.
She’d planned to use facts she found to
prove that she still could work while
pregnant. However, her searches mostly
sided with Calix’s view; the first three
months were the most crucial, and,
typically, if you were going to miscarry it
was most likely going to be in the first
trimester. Standing too long on your feet
could cause high blood pressure and
premature labor, and stress was linked to
miscarriages.
Her period had been due yesterday.
She didn’t know if she should say anything
to Calix yet. She was only a day late. They’d
had sex every night, and she wasn’t on
birth control, but it could just be stress
affecting her cycle. Maybe she should just
get a test. Anya thought that Calix must
have forgotten when she said her period
was due, because he hadn’t mentioned it
since that first day.
She didn’t want to risk a
miscarriage, and she had seen a few of her
co-workers through the years during their
pregnancies; they always seemed over
worked, tired, and had a lot of back pain.
She didn’t want that. If she was pregnant,
she needed to at least put in a two-week
notice before quitting. So, Anya thought
that she would possibly get a test this
evening. It was almost time to leave; she
just needed to file away a few more
depositions and she would be able to head
to the store. Should she tell Calix before or
after the test? She decided it was best to
call before, because she would be late
coming home since she had to stop by the
pharmacy to get the test. When she was
done filing, she sat down at her desk to call
Calix.
“Calix, I’m going to be a little late
coming home tonight.”
“You’re working late again? Anya,
love, you really need to cut down your
hours.”
pharmacy and get a test.”
“Test? Test for what? Are you sick?
Should I come get you?”
“No, no I need to get an uhm
pregnancy test. My period is late.”
It was then that I realized the true
meaning of the statement ‘The silence was
deafening’.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m only a day late, but I’m
never late.”
“Oh God, Anya, love, I’m so excited I
can’t even—I don’t have words. Don’t take
the test till I’m with you, okay?”
“No, love, I just need to run an
errand before I get home.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll meet you at home
then.”
“Okay, love, I’ll be home soon.”
When Calix hung up with Anya, he
was popping at the seams. He buzzed his
assistant.
“I need you to call a florist. I want a
dozen different bouquets sent to my
penthouse. And I want a chilled bottle of
Moët & Chandon. Call the doorman in my
building to let him know about the florist,
so he can let the deliveries in. I want them
within the hour. I want them there before
Anya gets home.”
tonight?”
“Yes, Anya, may be expecting.”
“Oh! Mr. Anastas congratulations. If
you don’t mind me suggesting, champagne
might not be the best choice if she’s
expecting. Maybe a bottle of non-alcoholic
sparkling cider.”
you, Alexis”
“My pleasure, sir.”
When Anya got home and walked
through the door, she was bombarded by
dozens of flowers. There were a variety of
colors splashed all over the room, from red
roses to white lilies to yellow daisies to
orange mums and more. As she walked
further into the penthouse, she saw Calix
standing holding a bottle that looked like
champagne with a big fat grin spread
across his face. Anya couldn’t help but
smile back, and when she spoke, her voice
was jovial.
“I was just excited and happy; I
wanted to get you flowers.” He walked up
to her and showed her the bottle.
“Sparkling cider to celebrate if the test is
positive, and if it’s not, we’ll celebrate over
the fact that we get to keep on trying.” He
chuckled as he wiggled his eyebrows and
leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
Impatiently he took the pharmacy bag she
was holding. “Is this the test?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go take it.” He grabbed hold of
her hand and started pulling her toward
the bathroom. Anya gently pulled her hand
away. She was a little embarrassed about
telling him, but she didn’t want him in the
bathroom with her.
“Uhm, Calix, I have to pee on the test
stick. I really don’t want you in the
bathroom with me.” His face furrowed at
her words. “But, when I’m done, I’ll set it on
the counter, and we can both watch it
change.”
He was mollified by her latter
comment. “Okay, tell me when you’re done
I’ll be right here outside the door.” He
kissed her again before she closed the door.
After Anya shut the door and ripped open
the box, she began to read the instructions.
They seemed simple enough. Pee on the
stick for fifteen seconds then set it down on
a level surface. So, she did as the box
instructed. When she was finished, she
placed some toilet paper on the counter,
set the test down, and washed her hands.
As she was washing her hands, she heard
Calix whiningly asking if she was done yet
through the door. She was surprised Calix
had whined. He didn’t seem the type; he
must just be really excited.
She opened the door to let him in,
and he went straight to the counter where
the test lay. He reached out for Anya and
held her close to him while they waited.
They both stood there still as statues,
waiting, although Calix would periodically
kiss her head. When the five minutes were
up, they still kept looking at the test. The
only thing visible was a minus sign, which
meant not pregnant. Anya turned and
buried her face in Calix’s chest. Anya took
in a large breath and huffed.
since her face was still buried in his chest.
Soothingly he rubbed her back up
and down and spoke softly.
“It’s okay, love, nothing to be sorry
about. It didn’t happen now, but it will.”
“But, you were so excited, and you
bought all those flowers.” She sniffled.
Was
she crying?
Calix asked himself.
anything. I’m only a day late.”
“Shhhhh,” he crooned as he pulled
her head up and kissed her. The kiss
started off slow and gentle, but as his
arousal grew so did the intensity of his kiss.
He began to unzip her dress and slowly
pushed it off of her shoulders. Then he
undid her bra. While he was removing her
clothes, Anya started to unbutton his shirt.
When she was finished, he had to stop what
he was doing to pull off his shirt. She then
went to undo his pants, but he stopped her
so he could remove his shoes. He then
straightened up and tore his pants off. She
was in nothing but her lace panties and
grey high heels, and she looked fucking hot.
Her eyes were dilated, her nipples tightly
knotted, and her lips pump. At the sight of
her lips, his stiffened rod began to weep as
he thought of how it would feel to have her
take him into her mouth and having those
plump lips locked around him.
His voice was guttural when he
spoke, unable to control his baser need. “I
need you on your knees, love.”
wide and curious.
He repeated himself as he began to
stroke his hard length, “Knees.”
Anya did as instructed and went
down on her knees. He pulled at the band
and pins holding her hair up. When they
were gone and her hair was loose, he
grabbed a fistful at the back of her head
and, with his cock in the other hand, slowly
eased her face toward him.
to feel those luscious lips around my cock.”
She was hesitant, so he tightened his
grip on her hair and brushed the crown of
his cock against her lips.
His plea surprised her, but then so
did what he wanted her to do. She
tentatively stuck her tongue out and licked
the crown of his head.
She looked up at him. He had his
eyes closed, and his breathing had
deepened. She loved that she’d turned the
tables on him and had power over him. She
had no experience what so ever, but she
was going to give it her best effort. She
wrapped her hand around his steel rod as
best she could, given the fact that his girth
was so much that her fingers couldn’t
encircle him completely. She opened her
mouth and took as much of him in as she
could. He groaned as she did, and he
grabbed another hand full of her hair,
pushing and pulling her head, gently
showing her the rhythm he wanted. After a
couple of minutes, she picked the rhythm
up. He didn’t know what felt better at that
moment, her warm wet mouth or her warm
tight cunt. He really wouldn’t be able to
decide until he’s had her ass, which he
wanted badly, but he had to prep her for
that. Soon, though, he would have it soon.
God, her mouth felt good. She was a fast
learner.
Anya was really enjoying giving him
this pleasure and hearing his groans and
moans when she took him in deeper. When
she’d tighten around his head, his hands
would grip her hair tighter.
Calix was getting close, and though
he would love to climax and come in her
mouth, he didn’t want to waste his seed.
She wasn’t pregnant yet, so he didn’t want
to waste a drop.
Stop? Why would he want me to stop,
was I doing it wrong,
she questioned to
herself. She stopped and looked up, a little
embarrassed that she was doing it so badly
he had to stop her. She thought by the
sounds he was making that he was
enjoying it.
Calix didn’t understand why she
would ask such a question.
“What?”
“You stopped me. Was I that bad?”
He pulled her up and turned her
around to face the mirror as he cupped her
breast and started to run his hand down
lower and lower, and he whispered in her
ear, “God no, love, it felt too good. I didn’t
want to come in your mouth, but here.” He
sunk a finger in deep inside her. She was
sopping wet. He thought she must have
enjoyed it as much he did. “This is where I
want to come but not before you do.” He
lowered his lips to her neck and kissed and
nipped at her while pinching her nipple
and thrusting his finger in and out. Calix
used his thumb to rub and put pressure on
her clit. She was crying out in minutes, mid
orgasm he pulled his finger out, bent her
down onto the counter top, grabbed her
hips, and plunged into her. She was even
tighter when she was mid orgasm. And, by
pounding into her, he was making her
climax last, since his was just starting.
“Oh God, Anya, fuck you feel so
good.” He began to cry out with every blast
of cum that shot into her. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.”
He crashed into her one last time and then
bent over on top of her. He raised up and
kissed her down her back as he withdrew
from her body.
“Oh, love, I will never get enough of
you. Come here.” He pulled her up and into
his arms. She caressed his face and looked
deep onto his eyes, and it was there again,
that emotion she didn’t want to put a name
to, but she knew it. She knew it, yet didn’t
understand it. Those thoughts from their
first day came crashing back to her. These
last couple of weeks, she had actually
forgotten why she was here.
She had actually gotten wrapped up
in the great sex, orgasms, and
companionship.
She had even gotten excited about
this wedding and disappointed when her
pregnancy test came up negative.
shouldn’t be here. She couldn’t do this.
She most defiantly should not feel
this way.
She most certainly should not love
this man.
Calix was looking down into her
eyes. They were bright, and her lips were
curved up into a smile. Then she started to
blink rapidly, her brows furrowed, and her
smile disappeared.
She stepped out of his embrace,
bent over and picked up her clothes, and
walked out of the bathroom. Calix was right
behind her; his gut was telling him
something was seriously wrong.
He raised his voice.
She started to get re-dressed and
mutter to herself or Calix. She didn’t know.
“I can’t, I just can’t. I need to go.”
Calix started to worry; something
was really wrong. His voice was actually
strained. “Anya, Anya love, tell me what’s
wrong?”
She raised her hands to cover her
ears and shouted at him, “Stop! Just stop!
Don’t call me love, and don’t act like there’s
nothing wrong!” She continued to scream
in his face, “This is wrong, this is all wrong.
You twisted everything around until I
actually forgot I forgot why I was here!”
Calix’s face fell. He was standing in
front of her bare ass-naked while she
finished dressing. He couldn’t believe she
was bringing that up. He’d thought that he
had shown her that what was between
them was real. She walked out of the room,
towards the front door. He went after her.
His voice was not his own; it wasn’t the
strong, confident, business man who was
speaking, no this was a man who had fallen
in love and was scared that his love was
leaving.
down. Let’s just talk about this.”
“No! No! No!” she bellowed and ran
out the door.