Obsession, Loving An Alpha Male(41)

She sighed, opened her eyes and said, “Okay, but you promise to do the utmost freakiest things to me?”

Josh nodded. “Yes, I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll do this for you.”

Kenya turned and headed toward his bedroom, removing first her long sleeve t–shirt, then bra. Never looking back at him but knowing his eyes were completely on her.

Josh shook his head.

“I’ve created a monster,” he said quietly and then chuckled.





Chapter 15


Kenya


Seven was a great looking, two–story restaurant, creating enough space for large groups and private parties. They had a great soft and dimly lit atmosphere that I loved. The food was great too, I might add, but I simply loved the ambiance. It was sexy and seductive to me. Josh and I came here at least once a week. He, of course, came here for the huge rib eye steak he ordered and the wine. I came here to experience the romantic side of Josh.

Can I tell you that this man is amazing to me? I know he loves me, and he tells me every chance he gets, but he has no problem with showing me too. I mean, I can feel how he loves me, desires me, and treasures me just by his touch or the look in his eyes. It’s not anything forced or trying. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m being needy or I’m draining him. Sometimes I feel like this on my own, and I try to separate myself from him. I’ll tell him I’m going home after work or tell him that I don’t need a ride home, but he never lets me fall through. He’s always there after I get off either job I’m working. And if I do go home to my apartment, he’s lying beside me every night.

It’s been hard to express to him how I feel. I’m hesitant, and my past makes me automatically feel this way. I can finally see light surfacing in my life, and I’m scared to death. I feel like I’m going to be consumed with darkness at some point, and I need to be ready. But Josh… He won’t let me dwell on my past. He holds so much promise, and happiness and life. I just want to let go. But I haven’t so far, and it’s killing me. Fear is taking over me, and I don’t know how I’m going to keep this man without being able to fix myself. It’s so unfair to him. I mean, this past month has been unbelievable. I don’t know where he wants to go with us, but I do know if I don’t figure out how to let go of my past and fears I could lose him.

What I’ve noticed this past week however is a change in him. I can tell he wants to talk about his job, which scares me. But it’s coming, and tonight, the fact that I just practically threw myself at him, and he didn’t bite tells me tonight will be the night we talk. I’m a little nervous, which is why I was trying to stall. The fact that he wants to go out to eat makes me think it’s going to be bad, and he wants me in public so I don’t cause a scene.

What I keep doing, however, is leaning on the fact that he loves me. He says he can’t live without me, so he wouldn’t end it. I just hope whatever it is it won’t be the end of us. I hope he’s not tired of waiting for me to open up to him. I don’t know what I would do without him.

So I went back into his room, or our room, which was what he wanted me to think of it as, showered as quick as I could, shaved and put on this soft and silky red dress that came to the middle of my thigh. There was nothing fancy about the shape of the dress or the way it was made, just the price. I frowned just thinking how much Josh spent on buying me clothes.

About a week or so ago I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a simple long sleeve contoured type t–shirt. Josh asked me if I had any more jeans like the ones I had on, or any more dresses like the green dress I wore to seduce him. I told him I didn’t, so one day when we were taking a drive along the city, he asked if he could take me shopping. Typically I would shop at the neighborhood thrift store and had been doing so since I was on the run. It was cheap, and you could find really good clothes from there. I hesitated but thought hell, if he wants to shower me with gifts, who am I to stop him? I mean, what girl would say no, right? So I guided him a few blocks from my house, and I had him park right in front of my favorite thrift store on 17th Street and E. Carson.

As I was getting out, Josh reached for my arm.

“What?” I asked him.

“Yeah um, where are you going?”

He looked at the building in front of us then back at me.

“In there.” I pointed to the store then looked back at him. “Why, what’s wrong?”

Josh shook his head, reached around me and closed my door. He pulled out of the parking space and got back on the road.

“What’s going on, Josh? I thought you wanted to go shopping?” I asked him.

Josh looked over at me. “Sweets, if I said I’m taking you shopping, we aren’t going to the thrift store.”

I started to protest, telling him he didn’t have to take me to some expensive store, but I kept my mouth shut. When we got to a light, he looked over at me, leaned in and kissed my cheek.

He said to me, “Trust me, baby, what I want to buy for you, we can’t get it from the thrift store.”

Again I wanted to argue that we could find anything and everything at the thrift store until I found out exactly what he wanted to buy. We found ourselves at Robinson Towne Center Mall, and by the end of the day, he had two hands full of bags, and I had a few myself. He bought me high top sneakers, sexy stilettos, that he so eloquently called ‘fuck me heels’ in front of the sales people, not to mention dresses, jeans and shirts.

We spent hours because he wanted to see me in mostly everything he picked out. He even tried this in Victoria’s Secret but was pissed he couldn’t go in the changing room with me. If we both agreed I looked good in an outfit, he would buy it. I had to say I had a ball that day, and this red dress was the product of that day.

The moment I walked out of his room wearing the said dress, red stilettos and red lip stick I had made an impression. I actually could see the impression through his pants when he shifted.

But I remembered how he shafted me, pun intended, earlier, so I simply grabbed my shawl and headed for the door, saying over my shoulder, “Let’s go, I’m starving.”

When I felt him behind me and, with his hands gliding up my arms, I melted into him a little. He lightly kissed my shoulders, and I moved my neck to the side so he could keep the trail of his kisses up to my soft spot behind my ear.

“You look beautiful, Sweets.” He breathed into my neck.

I closed my eyes and let the feeling of his closeness, his touch, send chills of ecstasy through my body.

“I love you, Kenya.”

I turned in his arms to face him.

I smiled softly and responded, “I know…”

Josh touched my face lightly with his index finger and traveled it along my jaw line to underneath my chin.

“Good. Don’t you ever forget it.”

We arrived at the restaurant, and the valet helped me out of the car as Josh walked around to take my hand. We were seated immediately, and while we waited to order, we talked about mundane things; how his day went at work, how mine was. I gave my two weeks’ notice to LeMonts, and today was my last day there. I didn’t want to quit mind you, but once I told Josh why we call my boss Mr. Creepy, it was either quit or watch that poor man get pulverized. Let me just say that I didn’t voluntarily give Josh the story on Mr. Creepy.

I’ve said before, if Josh only knew about my boss at LeMonts it wouldn’t go well. Well, the time came when it didn’t. Josh decided one day to come to get me early. He went to the bar of the restaurant and waited for me to get off. He witnessed Mr. Creepy first mentally grope and openly ogle one of the wait staff that works with me. Then unfortunately, he watched Mr. Creepy do the same with me, but Josh witnessed him grab himself and shift as he licked his lips. Needless to say, I have never witnessed Mr. Creepy act like that before. I mean, he’s looked at my cleavage before while I was talking to him, but that was the extent of it.

I was very thankful I got to Josh before Mr. Creepy met my very angry, very big, and very bad ass boyfriend. I had to talk Josh off the proverbial ledge, and he asked me to quit. Well, I take that back.

He actually said, “Sweets, if you don’t give that son of a bitch your two weeks’ notice, I will, and it won’t be pretty. I can assure you.”

So I did the right and logical thing: I quit.

I really didn’t need the second job. Hell to be quite honest, I didn’t need any job. The investments that I had could set me up for a few years before I needed to get another job, and since I seemed to have the knack for investments, I was sure I could make what I had work for me for my lifetime. I just enjoyed being around people. I’d been sheltered all my life, and now that I was free, I planned on enjoying every bit of time I had.

Dinner turned out to be fantastic as it always was. Josh ordered a huge steak, and I had the seafood sampler so Josh could eat off my plate too. He ordered a bottle of a two thousand and seven year old Cabernet Sauvignon with dinner that quickly jumped to two bottles. Our conversation never dulled and never grew old. We talked about everything, laughed at each other’s stories we told, and as always, became one with each other.

We showed mounds and mounds of PDA, public display of affection, and didn’t care who watched. It was tasteful I assure you, but I couldn’t say that for what was happening underneath the table…