Stern Desire Love Redeemed (18 page)

"Are you hiding from Jared?" she asked.

"I need some alone time, Aunt Magg."

"Be careful, Akyra."

I went back upstairs. Nate was sound asleep. I packed our
bags and went to my room. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Sleep eluded me. There was too much on my mind. Since I could not sleep, I thought I would wrap Jared's gift. I removed my gift wrapping box from the hallway closet and opted
for the burgundy and gold wrapping paper. I placed the fake birth control package in a small gift box.

On a card I wrote: How could you do this to me? All I asked for was time. Sorry.

I placed the card on top of the birth control pills, so that
when he opened the box, the card would be the first thing he saw. I wrapped it all up and put a beautiful gold bow on top. The whole thing looked like it was wrapped at Neiman Marcus.

My phone chimed: it was a text from hazel eyes. Good night,
my love. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. Anxiously waiting, Jay.

I did not respond. I went to bed.

.

Nate came into my room right before he left for school to
say goodbye. I sleepily kissed him and reminded him of our little secret. My phone chimed a minute later.

Jared had texted me: Just landed. Have a nine AM meeting. Super eager to see you.

I texted him back: Why so super eager? No sex, remember?

Jared replied: It's not all about the sex. Being with you and holding you are enough for me.

I messaged him: See you later. Good luck. Wait, I forgot.
Jared Stern does not need luck.

He sent me one final message: That's not true. I do with you. You keep me on my toes.

I responded, See you later, Jared.

That last text might serve true. He was about to feel the
wrath of Kyra. He'd definitely need some luck. I had the power. I got off the bed and immediately had to sit back down as a wave of dizziness overcame me. I had gotten up too fast. I waited a few minutes, slowly got up, and made my way
downstairs to the kitchen. I had a bagel with cream cheese and a chai latte, and that was when the nausea set in. I went back upstairs and crawled into bed. My phone rang. It was Jenn.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Jenn, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You're too calm. What are you up to, Kyra?"

"Do I have to be up to something?"

"Unless I don't know you."

"I'll be out of touch for about three days. Nate and I are going on a little trip."

I usually had the weekends off from work, so our little escape worked out perfectly.

"Where to?" Jenn asked.

"I can't tell."

"You won't tell me?"

"It's best if you don't know."

"Does anyone know where you're going, Kyra?"

"Rach does."

"Okay. You know he'll find you?"

"If he does, it will take awhile, and every hour of him going crazy not knowing where I am is satisfaction for me."

"Are you going to tell him you're pregnant?"

"No, and please do not give me a lecture on what I should do right now."

"Okay," Jenn said, forced to abandon the
persuasive spiel she was about to deliver. "I'm sure you must have covered all your bases, but do you need a ride?"

Jenn was still trying to find out where I was going, but she
was right. I had not thought of that. I was going to need a car other than my own. I said goodbye to Jenn and called a cab to pick me up at the gate of my community.

It was nine-thirty and I had to hurry if I was going to make
it to the apartment before Jared did. I ran into my closet, grabbed a white t-shirt off the shelf, and yanked it over my head. I looked down on the shirt after I put it on. It said,
"My heart belongs to me."
I slid into some jeans, comfortable sneakers, and tucked my hair under a white hat. I ran down the stairs and almost knocked Aunt Maggie over as she came through the door, her arms laden with groceries.

"Where are you going in such a rush?" Aunt Maggie
asked.

"Jenn's... Jenn's house," I lied, and ran down the driveway.

As I got to the gate, the cab pulled up. I let myself through the gate. Jeff, the security guard, eyed me suspiciously and shouted,
"Ms. Harris, is that you?"

"You did not see me, Jeff," I called back.

Jeff smiled, waved, and went back into the guard house. I gave the cab driver the address and told him there was a big tip for him if he
made it there in half an hour.

"No problem, ma'am," he said with a Jamaican accent.

The trip would have taken me half an hour, but he got us there in thirty-five minutes, so he deserved the tip. I called Rach to tell her
I was borrowing a vehicle, but she didn't pick up, so I left a message. I hoped the Range Rover or the Porsche Panamera was there. Anything else would have been too conspicuous. I disarmed the alarm and went straight to the garage. Her
newly acquired Bentley, so sleek and powerful, dominated the garage. I took the Range Rover keys off the wall and left. I was thankful that when I got back to my guard gate, Jeff was too busy with another driver to notice me going by. I
parked in the visitors' parking lot and walked home.

I got dressed in sexy, white linen shorts and an ecru-and-white, haute hippe, silk cowl blouse that exposed just enough skin, and then pulled on my Gianmarco Lorenzi, peep-toe, wedge sandals. I got my
brown, Hermes Birkins handbag and placed Jared's gift in it. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I applied some light makeup, and then I was ready. I thought I should be able to make it on time. In my BMW, I selected Andrea
Bocelli from my playlist and made my way to the apartment.

I pulled up to the Four Seasons' elegant glass entrance. Almost instantly my door was opened. The valet stood there, his eyes focused on my legs. "Good morning," he said, forcing his eyes to meet mine. I
headed up to the sixty-eighth floor, aware of the heads I turned with every step I took. I let myself into the apartment. No doubt this was where I had gotten pregnant. I started having second thoughts. I wouldn't be able to go through
with it; whenever I saw him, I was putty in his hands. I walked out to the balcony and leaned against the railing.

Anxiety overcame me as the time of Jared's arrival drew near. The door opened and he walked into the foyer. He was dressed in a dark gray,
tailored suit with slim-fitted pants, a light blue shirt with the first two buttons opened, and his striped tie unknotted around his neck. His bag was slung across his chest as he breezed into the room. He looked so hot. I do not
recall how I got from the balcony into the living room - it felt more like I floated as our eyes locked on each other. He slung the strap of his bag over his head, dropping it on the ground. His eyes never left mine; they were green
and dazzling.

I can't go through with this.
Putting my hands around his neck and choking the life out of him was a welcoming thought, but I had to show him I could be as calculating and devious as he was. I was going to smile,
eat with him, pleasure him, and then top it off with a truth-revealing gift. We met in the living room. He pulled me against him and his lips met mine hungrily. He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hand around his neck, and nothing mattered anymore. The panty liner, which I wore as
evidence of my fake period, was wet. He carried me over to the white leather sofa and sat, never letting me go. His tongue explored my mouth. A flood of emotions emerged, drowning me in a warm, cozy pool of Jared. This was the point
of no return for me. If he only knew; at this point, anything he wanted me to do, I would have done. I pushed him back onto the sofa, got to my knees in front of him, and proceeded to take his shoes and socks off. I unbuckled his
belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them off, exposing his gray boxer briefs. He was hard. I released him from the restraints of the briefs.

Holding his hard, magic stick in my hand, I looked him in the eye and licked him from the testicles to the tip of his penis. He threw his
head back and moaned. I took him inside my mouth and the word "Fuck" exploded out of him. The tip of his penis was cradled deep within my throat. He moaned and gyrated his hips as I sucked up and down his shaft, taking him
completely in with every thrust. I licked the vein at the back of his penis up and down. He moaned my name over and over again, professing his love for me. As my tongue circled and gently kissed the tip of his penis, I tasted the
saltiness of his cum.

"Please stop, baby," he begged.

"Why?" I teased. I looked up at him and sunk his magic stick to the back of my throat.

"Kyra, baby, please. I don't want to come in your
mouth," His eyes were pleading, begging me to free him from the grip of my mouth, and so I slowly pulled back, releasing him. As soon as his penis was out of my mouth, he grabbed it and ran to the nearest bathroom, mumbling
"fuck" several times and doing a weird dance. I smiled, sat on the sofa, and took my shoes off. I got a bottle of water from the refrigerator and leaned against the counter.

"Are you okay, baby?" I called. "Do you need
a hand?"

"I've had enough of your glorious torture, Kyra," Jared said as he walked into the kitchen, barefoot, in a tight white tee and khaki cargo shorts that were positioned sexily on his hips.

True torture will be handed to you very soon.

"You're lucky you're on your period," Jared said as he lifted me, placed me on the counter, and stood in front of me. He kissed me gently on the lips. "Even though we could give it a try."

"No, we will not," I answered.

He slid his hand under my shirt and gently fondled my breast. This set off the heaviness and aching in my pelvis. He supported my
head with his other hand and kissed me deeply. His fingers continued to inflict such sweet pain on my already tender breast, squeezing my nipples harder and harder, as he planted tender kisses down my neck. I moaned and leaned into him.
The aching turned into warmth; I craved his hard, thick dick inside of me. I was wet, so wet, but that was not enough to quench the fire that was raging in me. My nipple hurt. He gently rubbed it, soothing it with his hand, but I wanted more. I was seconds away from an orgasm.

Suddenly he stopped. "Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"The doorbell." He smiled and winked at me. "Lunch."

He lifted me off the counter and placed me on my unsteady
feet. I leaned against the counter for balance and moaned in frustration. Jared kissed my forehead and chuckled as he turned to walk toward the door. I may not have been on my period, but I surely needed to change my sanitary napkin and
freshen up. I emerged from the bathroom to find the table on the balcony laden with food. Jared handed me a glass of champagne. I let the cool, bubbly liquid touch my lips, and then placed the glass on the table to avoid arousing his
suspicions. The food was perfect. He knew I loved seafood and would indulge me every chance he got. Jared expertly removed the succulent meat from the crab shell and placed it in my watering mouth. My stomach lurched as I swallowed and
a wave of nausea overcame me, growing worse by the second. My stomach churned. The bad feeling rose in my chest. I felt flushed.

"Kyra, you don't look too well," Jared said, greatly concerned.

I ran to the bathroom and slumped on the floor with my head
over the toilet. I vomited everything in my stomach until there was nothing left, and even then I heaved uncontrollably. Jared stood behind me, pulling my ponytail out the toilet and wrapped it in a towel. Drained and weak, I sat on
the ground, slumped over the toilet.

"Babe, what can I do?" he asked, looking worried.

"My toothbrush, please."

He left to get what I had requested. I carefully got up off
the floor and rinsed my mouth. He was back in a flash with my toothbrush, toothpaste, and shampoo. I brushed my teeth and then leaned over the sink as Jared shampooed my hair. Out of nowhere the anger towards him resurfaced and I
resented his touch. I took over, washing my own hair. He handed me a towel and leaned against the counter, his hands in his pockets, staring at the ground, looking worried.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"A lot. I think I overate."

"Let me call the salon and have someone come up and do your hair."

"No, I don't feel up to it."

"Kyra, your hair is wet. You'll get sick."

"I really do not care right now," I snapped at him.

"Kyra, stop being ridiculous! Either you let them come or we go down."

"Why do you always have to have things your way?"

"What's the matter with you? Kyra, this does not warrant a fight."

"I'll go down," I said wanting to get away from him before I totally lost it and blew my top.

Jared called the salon while I changed into some sweat pants and a matching tee. He was in the foyer talking to J.C., my handbag in his hand.

"You don't have to come," I said to Jared.

"I am not leaving you for a minute. Let's go, Kyra, or are we going to fight about that, too?"

He took my hand. I felt like a small child about to be disciplined as we walked to the elevator. In the elevator he did not let my
hand go, but brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Jay, Ms. Kay," Mike said jovially as he opened the door for us. "Mr. Jay, I like that bag. You
are so rocking it." Jared smiled and slung it over his shoulder as we followed Mike to the private area.

"Can I get you anything?" Mike asked. "Coffee, tea, pastries?"

"We are fine," Jared answered for both of us.
"Mike, can you work your magic quickly? We're pressed for time."

"Will do, Mr. Jay."

Jared sat directly across from me. He looked distant,
concerned. He fidgeted with his phone as he stared off into the distance. He was very perplexed - something was definitely bothering him. I doubted it had anything to do with his job; he didn't usually get this weirded out over work. It was personal - something more than my current illness or my anger toward
him. His phone rang.