Arousing Consequences Page 2

  “So Karisma, tell me more about yourself. Where did you go to school?”

  “I went to UMass for my Bachelor of Science and UW for my master’s, to be closer to my family…well, my over the top mother really.”

  “And your dad?” I fight the urge to tell her he was murdered. That only leads to more questions I'm not prepared to answer.

  “He passed away 3 years ago.”

  “Oh God…I'm sorry Karisma.”

  “It's getting better now. I'm just glad my boyfriend was around…my mother can be a tool.” We both giggle.

  “I hear ya.”

  “What about you? What school?” I ask.

  “I took the easy way and did everything online. It pays when you know someone, right? I just needed some type of degree. So…you’re not married yet…kids?”

  “Nope…not yet…and no children.”

  “Well, at least you have someone. It’s hard finding a good man to even date now.”

  “I see. So you’re single?”

  “Yes! For too damn long!” We both laugh.

  "If you don't mind me asking…who’s the “someone” you know that got you started here?" I ask cautiously.

  "Jackson Turner. He -"

  “Runs the place, I know." I interrupt her.

  She looks at me confused. "You met already?"

  "We took the elevator this morning together…he helped out a lot."

  "Oh did he?" She says raising an eyebrow.

  I giggle uncomfortably. "Oh don't tell me you're one of his fans too."

  She bursts with laughter. "I see you've met Julia." I nod. "Not a chance…he’s more like family. Now his brother...hands off!" We giggle. “Okay, Karisma, enough cacklin'. My client should be here soon, so let’s head back down.” She stands and I follow beside her. "By the way, Jackson and his brother own Healing House."

  "Seriously?" He seemed so down to earth.

  "Yup." she says simply. Once upstairs, Alyssa gets her client from the waiting area.

  “Karisma, this is Jennifer. She’s here for a follow up, she injured her leg in a car accident a few months ago. She’s been coming here-”

  “Oh my god…chill Lizzie,” she interrupts, “what’s up Karisma? Alyssa and I have actually been friends since high school…but you can’t tell by how she's talkin’ right now. How’s your first day?”

  “Seems pretty cool here so far.”

  “Well now you’ve met me so it’s about to get even better.” We all laugh. “Let’s get started ‘cause I need to get this wig done.” she whispers hitting her head.

  “Girl, you crazy! Let’s go!” Alyssa says annoyed. After about an hour of working with Jennifer, Alyssa asks me to walk her to the front and make another appointment for her in two weeks.

  “Girl, I hate working with Lizzie…she work me too damn hard. She and Claire will be the death of me. I don’t like sweatin’ like this…this shit is ridiculous. Well…unless it's from doing something else, ya ‘know what I’m sayin’.” She says giving me a wink. I smile uncomfortably, trying not to be too unprofessional. “Oh girl, lighten up damn. Don’t worry about it...you’re good.”

  “Sorry, just don’t wanna cross any lines.” She bursts with laughter, making me blush, uncertain of the joke.

  “Kay, that’s all I do.” I smile, noticing she has given me her own nickname. We talk for a bit longer as we wait for Alyssa to come out of her office. Jennifer is tall, much taller than me, has to be at least 5’9” with short black hair, very thin but still has amazing curves. Her mocha skin is still glistening from her session.

  “I see you two are getting along.” Alyssa says surprising us.

  “Yeah girl, Kay is cool.”

  “Ohhh...Kay is it now.” she smiles looking at me.

  “Okay ladies, gotta go. I’ll see ya soon. Kay call me sometime…you have my number.”

  “I’ll do that.” She and Alyssa share a hug before she waves bye.

  “Okay Karisma…or Kay,” she says smiling, “you’re done for the day. We start bright and early tomorrow morning with my follow-ups. When you think you have the hang of it, let me know and I’ll schedule you new clients. Okay?”

  “I got it. See you tomorrow Lizzie.”

  “Tomorrow.”

  I head to my new office Lizzie whizzed by during our tour. It’s not that big, but a decent size for my desk and a bookshelf. I also have two club chairs facing my desk and a window which is great. Just as I grab my purse and jacket my office phone rings.

  “Karisma Washington’s office. How can I help you?” I quip, unsure of what is suitable, but happy that I have my own line. Yay!

  “Karisma, I’ve been trying to reach you. How did your first day go?”

  “Mom!” I say shocked. “How did you get this number?”

  “You know I’m resourceful. You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

  “Mother, I have not been ignoring you…I’ve been busy. My first day went well, but I was gonna call you when I got home.” I say annoyed.

  “Okay, well it’s late. You need to get home to cook before Kevin gets there. That’s why you’re not married now…you need to put his needs before your own!”

  “Okay, yup, time to go…talk to you tomorrow mother.” Now I’m even more annoyed.

  “Wait Karisma, don’t you hang up on-” I hang up abruptly.

  That’s why I call her once a day. She is very overbearing. I assume it’s because my father isn’t around anymore, considering she evaded me when he was alive. I wish she would get a life of her own, instead of meddling in mine. It’s not like Kevin hasn’t asked… but I don’t trust him like before. But she doesn’t know everything about our relationship, so I just let her have her moments. Come to think of it, I don't understand when they became so close. She used to hate him.

  Once again, I grab my jacket and purse to walk out. On the elevator, I am so pleased with how the day went. I may have even gained two new friends, which is great, since most of my friends are back in Massachusetts. Jackson seems cool too, but he is my boss. I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of him…or at least I hope not. The elevator doors open and there he is looking handsome as ever. Why me?

  “Miss Washington.” he says smiling.

  “Mr. Turner.” I smile back, squeezing my legs to calm my throbbing middle…it worked earlier, at least.

  “You on your way home?”

  “Yes…thanks for helping me out this morning. Made my day a lot easier.”

  “No problem. I’ll walk you to your car since I’m headed home also.”

  “Oh, that’s not necessary...you’ve done enough for me today.”

  “Yes...that may be true,” he says furtively, "but it’s the right thing to do, right?”

  I smile nodding yes. Oh…please stop staring at me.

  When the elevator opens, he gestures his hand for me to go out first, then walks me to my car. Once I unlock the car with my fob, he opens it so I can get in and closes the door when I am settled. He then waits for me to roll down the window.

  “Nice car.”

  “Thanks…my boyfriend got it.” I say smiling. Just thought I'd sneak that in there. He drops his keys on the ground, so I start the car as he picks them up. He stays bended at the window smiling, sharing his beautifully white teeth.

  “Great gift.”

  I smile back unable to find words. Oh my, that smile...those teeth...his manly scent. Oh please go away.

  “So, have a good night, Mr. Turner.”

  “You do the same, Miss Washington.” He smiles once again then turns to leave as I watch him through my rearview mirror. I rarely notice other men since Kevin is quite handsome. However, it’s hard not to notice someone so enticing. He gets in his sporty Jaguar and waits for me to pull away before he does the same.

  The ride home takes about forty-five minutes. Once there, I decide to text Kevin to see when he’ll be here.

  Me:

  Hey sweetie, I just wanted to see when you’ll be home.r />
  Kevin:

  I’m leaving here in about an hour. I’m exhausted.

  Me:

  Oh my poor baby, I’ll start cooking in an hour so you can shower when you get home.

  Kevin:

  Okay boo, I’ll see you soon. Love you.

  Me:

  Love you too.

  Okay, that gives me time to get undressed and have a bubble bath. It’s not often I have a moment to myself. Well, right now anyway.

  In the bath relaxing, Jackson crosses my mind. He seems so genuine. Not to mention he’s attractive and must be pretty wealthy, probably more loaded than my mother. I wonder what his life is like; if he has children, or a woman at home waiting on him. It would be hard to believe he didn’t. Now I see why the receptionist gave me the hands off look. As if he'd even want me. I shouldn’t be thinking this…I have Kevin. As my mind scrambles on I hear the alarm I set go off, disrupting me. Time to cook. Kevin walks in the door as I come downstairs.

  “Hey babe.” he says excitedly.

  “Hey there. How was your day?” He walks over, grabbing me into his arms. I’ve noticed I’m not as excited to see him as I used to be.

  “I’ll tell you all about it at dinner. I’m gonna shower.” He gives me a kiss on the forehead and skips upstairs.

  I head into the kitchen to figure out what’s for dinner. Cooking used to be a soothing chore when I was allowed to play music. Since Kevin thinks it’s noise and annoys him, I don’t anymore. That’s something we bump heads on…music just puts me in a good mood. Lord knows I need that living in this house nowadays. However, Kevin getting his way is a common occurrence in this house.

  After showering, Kevin comes downstairs to set the table. I bring over the steak stir fry and salad I made and sit down beside him.

  “So…tell me what happened?” I ask waiting for him to take the first bite.

  “Well...nothing happened...and that’s the problem. There are just some problems with the condo contract I’m tryna get.” He complains, taking a forkful of food.

  “Oh, okay. Well…sometimes things that are worth it don’t come easy.”

  “My woman and her infinite wisdom. Tell me…how was your day?” He doesn't say anything about the food, so I guess he likes it. That doesn’t make me feel any better about it. He’s so rude, he doesn't even say thank you. Sometimes, I think men forget that we’re not obligated to do these things for them.

  “You know, it was actually pretty good. I met good people today. I think I’ll like it there.”

  “Well, that’s good to hear. Anyone try and talk to you?”

  “Talk to me? How do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean Izzy. Talk to you…”

  “No...no one tried to talk to me, loser. Why would you even ask that?”

  “Look at you. I’m shocked no one did.”

  “Well, yeah, you’re right…no one could resist all this.” I say showing off my curves. We both laugh.

  After dinner, Kevin strolls upstairs while I clear the table and wash dishes. On the way up, I hear music playing in our bedroom. I instantly know he plans on having sex. That's the only time the "noise" is tolerated. So predictable. When I open the door I see a few candles lit around the room. On the bed are a dozen roses with a card and a gift wrapped box. Wow, I'm absolutely shocked…another surprise for me. I head over to the bed and read the card.

  Congratulations on the start of your new career. I love you.

  -Kevin

  When did he even bring this in the house? I open the box, revealing a red lace chemise waiting for me to wear. I smile holding it up. Kevin slithers behind me moving the hair away from my neck and kisses me softly.

  “You like it?” he whispers.

  “Yes, it’s very nice.” But more for him, than me.

  “Why don’t you go try that on for me?”

  “I’ll be right back.”

  I head into the closet first to get a pair of black Red Bottoms, then into the bathroom to freshen up. I put on makeup, his favorite red lipstick and pull my hair in a ponytail as he likes before moisturizing with Victoria Secret’s Heavenly, also his favorite, before slipping on the red form fitting, short chemise and shoes. Taking a final pleasing look in the mirror, I open our double sliding bathroom doors and walk into the bedroom where he’s sitting on the bed. He stands, wearing a white wife beater and black boxer briefs.

  “Come to me baby girl.” He whispers, smiling. I walk towards him swaying to the music of Trey Songz. He stares at me, craving for my body to be on his. Once I’m close enough to him he grabs my hand, closing the distance between us. “You know I love it when you tease me.” He says, staring down at me as I smile up at him. “I think I chose well.”

  He grabs my ass and cups it tight, pulling me against him so that I can feel his rock hard dick on my stomach. While gazing at each other, he grabs the bottom of my ponytail to wrap around his hand, pulling my head back. Slowly, he kisses me on my neck, licking and sucking every inch. He works his way to nibble on my ear then whispers, “Take control...you know what I want.”

  I push him onto the bed and he scoots up to the pillow as I crawl after him. Lifting his arms, I pull his shirt up, leaving it wrapped around his hands to keep them trapped above his head. I kiss him gingerly on his lips then work my way down his neck, caressing his chocolate skin with my lips. He pants softly as his dick pulsates beneath me. My lips follow the trail down his chest, around his nipple and thoroughly continue to his pants just below his belly button. I turn around, putting my ass in his face to slide his pants down, my body following their path. At his feet, I turn back, making my way up his toned body leaving a trace of kisses on the way.

  “You know what I want baby.” He says over his labored breathing. I sit back on my knees, one on either side of him and slide up as he slithers down underneath me. Stopping at his mouth, I glide my middle onto his lips, releasing his hands from his shirt.

  “Is this what you want?” He grabs my ass forcing me against his lips more. I know he likes it when I ride his face like I’m riding his shaft, so I grind all over him as he smacks me on the ass, making me move faster and faster. Ah.

  “Cum for daddy.” His command muffled, reaching for my large breasts and squeezing my nipples.

  “Oh yes!” I scream. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth right now." His fingers dig into my ass, forcing me to grind his face harder as my juices slide down his face. He slides me down to his waist and smothers his lips with mine. He turns over, holding me in his arms to lay me on my back.

  “You ready for me?” He whispers, hitting his dick against my wet clit. He enters quickly and hard, not waiting for an answer. “Oh, you’re so wet baby.”

  "Wet for you." I whisper.

  "Mmm." He sits up on his knees and lifts me to his thighs slamming me into him hard. He stares at me, “I wanna feel it baby.” He grabs my ass with one hand and wraps the other arm around my back, sucking my breast into his mouth. I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding against him back and forth as hard as I can until I feel myself about to cum.

  “Here it comes!" I scream.

  “Give it to me!” He pounds into me harder, until it’s all out. “Okay, my turn baby. You know what to do.” He sits up on his knees as I turn over on all fours and grab his penis to pull it back inside of me as I back up on it. I arch my back, pressing my breast against the bed and ass up.

  "What a beautiful sight." He whispers. I grab the sheets for leverage to back up on his dick slowly at first. I bounce my ass back and forth on him, faster and faster. “Fuck yeah baby! Fuck me!" He slaps my ass before he slams into me faster, hitting harder and harder. “Get up boo… come suck it out.” I spin on my knees and wrap my mouth around his stick and suck hard and deep. He grabs my ponytail and fucks my face. “Here it comes!” Pulling my head back, he squirts all over my breasts. “Fuck!” He leans over to kiss my forehead, then goes in the bathroom to wash himself. Once back in the room, he wipes my breast and middle cle
an. He goes around the room blowing out the candles as I think about how routine our sex life has become. I guess it doesn’t matter as long as we get off.

  “Leave the music on?” I ask.

  “Not tonight.” Not ever. He walks to the bed as I get under the covers.

  “Wait, you know I like you naked.” He says. I smile and oblige him by taking off my new chemise and turn my back against him while he slides the cover over us. He kisses my neck and pulls me in close. “Good night baby.” He whispers.

  “Night.”

  As the court clerk opens the doors, I see Jackson headed out, giving me a wink and I smile. Walking down the aisle toward the stand, I see all eyes on me. My nerves flow through me, palms sweaty and my heart races as I fidget with my clothes. In the front row I see Alyssa and Jennifer smiling, but my mother isn't here. Jennifer mouths the words, ‘you can do it girl’, which makes me giggle. On my left in the front of the room is the defendant's table and on the right is District Attorney Simmons. When I get to the witness stand I put my left hand on the Bible and raise my right as requested.

  “Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but so help you God?” The bailiff asks.

  “I swear.”

  “You may take a seat.”

  I sit and take a glance at the jury whom are staring at me intensely. Here We Go.

  Chapter Two

  Jackson

  “Seriously man…a boyfriend?” I say disappointed, hoping her earlier admission was to keep me at a distance. Jonathan finally calls me back, and she has a damn man. I've been pining for someone already taken. This is some bull shit.

  “Jackson…after all that, the only thing you got was ‘she’s taken’?” He chuckles.

  “I want her…I don’t care.”

  “Jackson…you think this could be ‘cause she looks like Kimberly?” He asks cautiously.

  “I thought that at first…but it’s more than that. Every time I see her…Jonathan we need to help her…please.”