Chocolate Covered Billionaire Navy SEAL (5 page)

The next morning, Brock woke up and was momentarily disoriented as he looked around the hospital room. He spotted the sleeping Walton Scaggs then rose to his feet from the uncomfortable chair. After stretching and groaning in pain, he played back the previous day's events in his head. Did he actually get back together with Marci, did they really set a date? Did he do all this after just having incredible sex with Stephanie? The answers were all, of course, yes.

He rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room to the hall.  Hearing Marci's voice, he turned to find her standing at the nurse's station cheerily talking with three nurses and a doctor there. Holding a drink carrier in her hand with two cups of coffee attached, she spotted him and smiled. He slapped himself in the face hard just to be sure he wasn't dreaming.

"Thanks again. Enjoy your coffee," she said before heading toward him. "Brock, did you just get up?"

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I brought you a coffee."

Noticing the Starbucks cup labels, he asked, "You went out for these?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you." She handed him a cup and as he saw the nurses holding the same cups, his flabbergasted expression returned.

The doctor headed toward them holding his coffee. As he passed, he said, "Thanks again
, Marci."

Marci smiled at the doctor as Brock took a sip then shook his head confused. "But you don’t have your car. How did you
… ?"

"I walked."

"You walked? The Starbucks is like a quarter a mile from here."

"I needed to clear my head." She shrugged. "Daddy's doing better. I really think everything's going to be fine."

"Yeah." He took another sip.

"Thank you for staying all night."

"Sure. It's the least I could do."

She took his hand. "I'm so happy that we're back together and set a date. I just love you so much."

"Yeah, I'm happy too," he said softly.

"The doctor told me Daddy's tests came back and it looks like he won’t need surgery. He's going to get better. He'll be out of here in a few days."

"That's great news."

"I'm going to go in and see him for a minute, but do you think you could give me a ride home?"

"Sure."

"I'm going to shower then come back and bring him some things."

"Okay, I should get back to the office, anyway."

"I'll meet you in the car."

He nodded.

"I bought bagels too. Grab one on your way out."

After narrowing his eyes, he smiled. "Oh, okay." He turned and slowly walked away wondering who this woman was and what she had done with the real Marci.

A few minutes later, Marci slipped into Brock's car and squeezed his hand. "Again, thanks for staying with me. I'm really going to make this up to you."

"What?" He gave her a confused look as he backed out of the parking space.

"I know we haven’t had the best… sex life, but I'm going to fix that." Leaning over, she kissed him. When she pulled back, she gave him a naughty smile. "Yeah, I'm really going to fix that."

"Good. Good," he replied struggling to hide his slight discomfort.

As he turned out of the parking lot, she unbuckled her seat belt and grinned. "I'm going to start right now."

"Huh?"

Diving down to his lap, she pulled down his zipper.

"Marci?" He looked shocked and held the steering wheel firmly with both hands. "I, uh, I thought you didn't like doing that."

She pulled out his growing penis and ran her hands up and down the shaft. Turning her head to look at him, she batted her eye lashes. "I don't think I ever really gave it a chance."

He swallowed hard, then nodded in agreement. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Um, well, I'm driving and I didn't get much sleep and we could, you know…"

Returning her attention to his erection, she kissed the head. "I think a Navy SEAL can handle driving while
I, uh…" Without finishing her sentence, she swallowed him in one motion.

"Yeah, I, wow…" He opened his eyes wide and focused on the line of cars ahead of him stopped at the traffic light as he pressed on the brake.

She worked her mouth over him in a steady rhythm while he brought the car to a stop on the four lane road. He glanced around nervously then looked in the rearview mirror at the cars approaching in the lane next to his. He stared wide-eyed out the passenger window as the cars passed one by one hoping to not be discovered. Spotting a police car, he gasped. "Marci… um Marci?"

She was either too engrossed in her current mission or chose to ignore him as she kept at it with enthusiasm.

Squirming in his seat, he watched as the police car rolled past them trading a nod with the unsuspecting officer before he rolled to a stop one car length ahead. Behind him was a tractor trailer, whose driver was sitting high enough up that when he stopped alongside Brock's SUV, he was afforded a clear view of Marci's bobbing head.

His eyes met the truck driver's and the driver gave Brock a big thumb up and an ever bigger smile. Brock returned half a smile and a shrug as the light ahead turned green. Marci worked faster and faster over him. Brock's lip quivered and his eyes glazed over as he neared a huge climax. Hoping to delay the inevitable until he was rolling again and his audience had moved on, he struggled to fight it off. With the still-smiling trucker looking on, Marci increased her tempo and brought her hand into the mix, which only added to Brock's dilemma.

Suddenly his mouth shot wide open as he white-knuckle gripped the steering wheel and exploded with a near-silent gasp. She kept her mouth over him as he shuddered in his seat with his eyes slammed shut. When a horn blast startled them both, Marci popped back up and Brock looked to the trucker who was now laughing out loud. Returning his attention to the open road ahead, Brock punched the gas as Marci pulled down the visor mirror in order to check her face.

After wiping her lips she turned to him and smiled. "I knew you smelled like white chocolate, but I had no idea you tasted like it as well."

He shrugged before returning an uneasy smile.

At Fullman Chocolates the second shift was cancelled in preparation for the plant to be closed for the long Fourth of July Holiday weekend. Brock arrived at his office around noon with several unreturned text messages from Stephanie waiting on his phone. Sitting at his desk, he contemplated making his rounds on the floor, but delayed them until an issue was reported, which demanded his attention.

When he approached Stephanie's workstation, he slowed. Looking around a huge shelving unit, he spotted her busily dipping chocolate delights. Undetected, he closed his eyes and shook his head before doubling back to take the long way to the other side of the plant.

After resolving several production issues, he returned to his office and pulled out his phone. Reading once again the last message from Stephanie about their dinner plans for the evening, he sent her a reply asking if she would stop by his office after her shift.

At 4:45 p.m. Brock looked out his window and watched as the building quickly emptied of all the employees.
After using his computer to scroll through the many live security camera feeds in the building, he called down to security and released them for the long weekend as well. Moments later Stephanie appeared in his doorway wearing a smile. "Hey, I haven't seen you all day."

"Oh, sorry, I'm not feeling well. I, uh, didn’t sleep much last night."

She walked around the desk and sat her rear end down on the corner of it in front of him. Sighing, he shook his head. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks. So
, you didn’t sleep…" She put her hand on his forearm and gave him a suggestive smile. "Was anything or
anyone
on your mind?"

"Oh, well, yeah. I, um, have been thinking about you." He flashed
her an uneasy smile.

"Me
, too." Her eyes widened. "I need to ask… My car's still in the shop and I need a ride home. If you can't, I'll just call my sister so—"

"No, yeah, sure."

Parked across the street from the plant was a white box truck. Nasir, Akbar and a third man in the driver's seat watched the building as the workers drove away until only Brock's car and one other remained in the lot.

Akbar said, "Okay,
so it's only him and Ted left."

Suddenly the security officer emerged from the building and headed toward his car.

"Shit!" Akbar sighed. "Brock must have let him go early. He does that sometimes."

"What's the problem?"

"I really wanted to kill him. I'm pretty sure he's the one who stole my lunch that one time I told you about… remember?"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Nasir's phone chirped. He read a text message and said, "Basir has been following Marci all day and he says she's appears to be on her way to the plant."

"Great, now we won't need to drag her here."

"But that would have been fun through."

"
I agree, but now everything is falling into place."

"A little too easily
, wouldn't you say? Next thing you know Brock will be torturing himself."

"That's a good one." Akbar said and they shared a chuckle.

As Marci's Range Rover pulled into the parking lot they shared a knowing look.

Back inside Brock's office Stephanie said, "I don't want to pressure you or anything, but isn't this the part where you tell me why you blew me off last night?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He sighed. "Look, I was at the hospital all night. Marci called and her father had a heart attack."

"Oh, no… Is he okay?"

"He's going to be fine." He looked away past her and blew out a long slow breath.

"What's wrong?"

Returning his attention to her, he looked at her helplessly. "I, uh…"

"What is it? You can tell me." She squeezed his arm and smiled.

"It's Marci… I sorta let her believe we got back together last night, I think anyway."

Pulling her hand from him, she shot him a concerned look. "What do you mean…
sorta?"

"Um, well, I think
we…" Cringing, he finished his thought, "...set a wedding date."

She scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

Putting his hands to his face, he rubbed his forehead. "I'm not sure how it happened. I was just there, trying to support her, you know… and she mentioned that she got a call from where she wanted to hold the reception and they had a date available, so she told them we'd take it and I started to tell her I couldn't. I really did, but then her father woke up and I didn't want to upset her." Reaching out to her, he added, "I don't think all the blood had returned to my brain after our night together. I mean, I just—"

"So are you going to marry her or not?"

"No, I just need to find the right time to tell her." Rising up from his chair, he moved close to her. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."

"You're sure you don't want to marry her?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I guess it's nice that you could be there for her when she needed someone." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes.

"Yeah."

She looked at him, concerned. "You sure nothing else is wrong?"

"I…I think that we should take it slow until I work all this out."

"Yeah, sure… take all the time you need."

Feeling her body against his, Brock sighed. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his nose to her neck and breathed in. She wrapped her arms around him and her firm breasts compressed into his massive chest. He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer. With his pulse quickening, he held her tighter. "I missed you."

"I missed you
, too."

Turning his head, he found her lips. Their tongues met as they kissed hard. The heat between them flashed white hot. She gasped and ran her hands down his back to his ass.

"Oh, Stephanie…"

She pulled back from him and gave him a sexy grin. "Brock, I've got to do it again."

"What?" He gasped.

Slipping down to the floor, she gazed up to his face as her hands when to work on his zipper. He gently grabbed her hand as he shook his head. "Wait, I think I need to tell you—"

"What the fuck is going on?" Marci boomed.

His eyes shot to the open doorway to discover his angry fiancée glaring at him. Stephanie turned to the door. "Oh, shit." She rose up and straightened her shirt.

"What is going on here?"

"It's not what it looks like," he stammered.

Marci scoffed. "That's a relief since it looked like that whore was about to blow you." Folding her arms, she added, "Exactly how many blow jobs do you need in one day?"

He didn't reply as he glanced to Stephanie who shook her head confused.

Marci stepped closer to them, raising her eyebrows. "So the one I gave you earlier today wasn't enough for you?"

Suddenly angry, Stephanie said, "What the hell is she talking about?"

"What? Huh…" Brock stammered as he looked from Stephanie to Marci then back to Stephanie. "What?"

"What is she talking about?"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Pointing her finger at Stephanie, Marci said, "How long has this been going on?"

"Hold on Marci," he said.

"How long?"

"When I returned from my mission, we spent the night together," he pleaded with his hands raised in defense. "You and I were on a break."

"Uh-huh." Marci shook her head.
"A break?"

"Yeah, we broke up."

Shaking her head, Marci wore a sickened look. "And now that we're back together and we've set a date you still think it's okay to stick your dick in another women's mouth."

"Well, no, I… We needed to talk before, you know, the car thing, but everything got…" Without finishing his thought, he ran his fingers through his hair with his eyes closed.

Stephanie scoffed. "Wait, can we back up to the earlier thing?"

He returned his attention to Stephanie with a solemn expression.

Glaring at Marci, she added, "So, you guys did it today?"

Marci put her hands on her hips. "If by did it, you mean was I doing to him what you were about—"

"Um, it just happened," Brock interrupted. "I was driving her back from the hospital and she, we… it just sorta happened."

"So you're saying your penis somehow accidentally ended up in her mouth…" Stephanie widened her eyes at Brock waiting for a response.

"Yes, I mean… no." Shaking his head confused, he cringed. "What?"

"Never mind."

"Stephanie, look, I think I'm falling for you." Turning to Marci he said, "We
were
broken up when…" He motioned to Stephanie. "And I don't want to hurt you, but I can't marry you."

"Oh
, you will marry me or your family will lose this company."

"You can't do that."

"Just watch me."

Brock shook his head and returned his attention to Stephanie. "Sorry, I was tired. We were there all night and I
… I didn't intend for anything to happen. I know it’s no excuse, but you've got to believe me."

"I really don’t know what to believe." Stephanie sighed. "I just need to get out of here."

"Okay, just… I'll call you."

"No, I'll see you on Monday." Stephanie headed for the door.

"You're fired, whore," Marci said.

After stopping in her tracks, Stephanie turned to Marci. "You're such a bitch. You know everyone thinks you're a bitch. Two thousand people here can't stand you." Glancing to Brock, she added, "Do you know anyone else who’s hated by more people?"

Brock shrugged. "Well, I mean that lady that said her daughter was with the babysitter and didn't report her missing for a month and they found the kid dead— that lady in Florida, whatever the hell her name is— nobody likes her."

Stephanie conceded the point with her eyes and a quick nod of her head. Marci's expression softened a bit, but she didn't utter a word.

"Spoiled rich brat!" Stephanie growled before storming out of the room.

After rubbing his chin, Brock sighed. "Marci, look I didn't want to upset you while your father was—"

"Just shut up." Raising her hand up to stop him from talking, Marci turned, sniffled once and walked out of the room.

Brock ran his fingers through his hair. "Shit…"

Looking out the window, he knew what he desperately needed to do right at that moment— go for a run.  After pulling off his polo shirt and cargo shorts, he moved to the closet and changed into his running outfit and shoes. Taking the stairs two at a time, he rushed out the emergency exit and headed off with his thoughts swirling.