Pretty Fly for a White Guy: The Complete Series Collection (23 page)

#Chapter4

“I’ve missed you so much angel face”

Kenneth

Life never really seems to turn out the way that you want it to.

In a perfect world Kenneth would have been back with me, and we would have continued being happy together. It seemed that the years that I’d invested into our relationship were down the drain. The two weeks that my friends had predicted he would be back in had actually become 3 months. It was a long and horrible 3 months.

I didn’t let it stop my life because well, the show must go on. I threw myself into my work full force so that I could keep my mind off of things. I watched all of the episodes of “
Love And Hip Hop
” and spent the rest of my time reading on my Kindle. Those
Lena Skye
novels really helped keep me entertained and helped me to escape from reality for a short while. I also hadn’t seen my friends as much either because they were busy in their relationships and with their careers as well. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t frustrated, but they have lives of their own. If I was in a relationship then I wouldn’t have even noticed.

My new addiction had become looking at Kenneth’s Facebook to see if he had any new updates on his page just in case he’s come back. It’s all proven to be fruitless, and I had to be honest with myself and admit that I may never see him again. His page was relatively quiet, and Josh put out an advertisement to rent out Ken’s room in their new place. I also heard that he had secured a huge deal while in New York and was now making “
silly
” money…whatever that means. It was all bittersweet because he deserved every ounce of success that he achieved, but I wished that I could share that with him. I’d always dreamed of living in New York, and if he would have sent for me, I would have been there in a heartbeat
.
As it was he probably did not want to speak to me ever again.

In the meantime, I’d been working really closely with Desmond on our new project and we saw each other about once a week. He was a designing beast, and he was beginning to create a clothing line for women. The man knew the female anatomy very well and had a firm handle on what was flattering for different body types. I’d grown a new level of respect for him because he was a master within his craft. Desmond was also so kind to me, and I enjoyed being about his energy. He asked me out on dates every time that I saw him, but I still wasn’t ready to take the plunge into the dating world. I did enjoy his company though, and I looked forward to seeing him every week.

I got home after a long day, and I was exhausted. I couldn’t help but think about Kenneth and how different things could be if he came back. I wanted a life with him that was free of all of the crap. I hoped that we hadn’t been through too much to make it work, because sometimes couples get to the point where they can no longer work through their past. I crawled into my bed and drifted to sleep wishing that I wasn’t alone.

I awakened to a slight knock on my room door, and I saw that it was Kenneth. I sat up straight in my bed, “Oh my god! When did you get here?” I asked.

“Shhhhh,” he said as he slid into bed with me and kissed me on the lips. His kiss soothed the hurt and damage that had been done to my heart. I realized just how much I truly missed and yearned for his kiss.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said as he cupped my face between his hands.

I had so many questions to ask him, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him. All of my questions would have to wait until the morning because I only had one focus, my body only had one focus. I kissed him again and gave myself over to passion. His hands immediately began removing my clothing and all of it seemed to disintegrate until our bodies were pressing against one another. I couldn’t wait to feel his muscled body on top of my own.

As if he read my mine, he rolled us over and placed himself between my legs. His hands expertly explored my sensitive folds before his finger dipped inside of my moist cavern. My back arched as I enjoyed his intrusion, it had been far too long since I experienced his touch. No one could touch me quite the way that he could and I knew that I’d done the right thing by waiting for him. I was able to enjoy him without any regrets or any guilt because he was still the last man to have laid claim to me.

“You missed me?” He asked in a husky whisper as he pushed his finger deep inside of me.

“Yessss,” I moaned, “I’ve missed you more than anything Kenny.”

“It’s mutual baby,” he said as he leaned in and took my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed against my bud before he clamped down slightly. 

I gave a slight squeak before he appeased it with his tongue; damn I loved it when he did that. He always played around with pleasure and pain. I enjoyed teetering between them both and never knowing what was coming next. He took my entire breast into his mouth and suckled as his finger worked its magic inside of me. I shamelessly grinded against his hand taking his finger deeper inside of me.

“Not so fast,” he laughed because he could tell that I was close to my climax. He pulled his finger from me and placed it inside of his mouth. His eyes sparkled as he made a show of licking all of my juices from his digit. My chest rose and fell quickly while I waited for what I wanted for the last 3 months. His thick cock pressed against my center, and I opened my legs wider to accommodate him.

He softly placed his lips against mines and murmured, “I’ve missed you so much angel face,” before he pushed inside of me in one swift motion.

“
Fuuuuck,” I moaned against his lips. It was painful and orgasmic, and I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He took his time with me and pushed deep with each thrust.

His head rested against the pillow, and he whispered how much he loved me into my ear each time that he plunged into my depths. His cock relentlessly pushed inside of me until it no longer resisted him. My pain had completely given way to pleasure and my legs began to shake each time the head of his cock pressed against my g-spot.

“Cum for me,” he said into my ear, “I’m not going to be able to hold it.”

I took a few deep breaths and focused on the liquid heat that was settling below and it broke though like water breaking through a dam. His pace quickened and a few pumps later his moans reverberated through my room. It was a sound that I’d longed to hear, and it was music to my ears. He rolled off of me and collapsed to my side. We lay in silence for a moment as we both stared at the ceiling. I wondered if the same thoughts were going through his head.

I turned to my side so that I could pull him close to me, “I’m so happy that everything has worked out.” His flesh felt cool to the touch and like fabric.

Then my eyes opened, and I noticed that I saw that I was hugging my pillow. It was all a dream I don’t think that I’d ever felt so lonely in my entire life. I hugged the pillow tighter to my chest and let my tears flow. I was so tired of crying, it was getting old.

*

The good thing about having an embarrassing dream is that no one else has to ever know about it. So I decided to keep that one to myself. A few days later as I was Facebook stalking Kenneth I saw that he had placed a new update. It was an event invite, and my heart leaped because it was titled “
Kenneth’s Welcome Back Party.
”

It read ‘Well NYC was good, but my work here is done. I hope you all missed me. My flight touches down at 5pm, and I want to meet all of you at The Sound Table by 9pm. I’ve got some big news to share, and I want to celebrate!’

I went to the event page, and I noticed that he didn’t send it to me personally but he seemed to have invited everyone else. That’s when I knew that he was still pretty pissed at me. I figured the best thing to do is to talk to him face to face instead of just turning up at his party. I finally had my opportunity to tell him everything that I’d been thinking. He finally was returning to Atlanta, and I refused to let him slip through my fingers by being complacent.

His plane landed at 5, and the only place that he had to stay was with Maurice and Joshua. I was just going to meet him there at 6pm and hope for the best. He was a creature of habit and not a fan of staying in hotels when he had a perfectly good place to stay. I wanted the opportunity to celebrate his new big news with him and to find out the details behind the new contract that he’d gotten. It was burning me up to not call him about it because I was so accustomed to us sharing our successes with one another. We were long overdue for a reunion and couldn’t wait to get my Kenny back.

“You okay?” Crystal asked as she stared at me.

“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in,” I said as I closed the window to my Facebook.

“Yes, I’m sorry that I kept you waiting back here for so long,”

Crystal was one of my clients, and I was there to talk about the direction that she wanted to go in for the next season. I knew her like the back of my hand and so she was going to be very easy to place. I just think that you still give people a certain level of customer service even if you’re already sure of their needs. Everyone wants to feel special and I did my best to make sure that all of my clients were happy. For the next hour I focused my attention completely on her and put away thoughts of my plans for the future.

My nerves were too on edge to do any leg work and research for the day. 6pm couldn’t come fast enough, and there was no way that I was going to talk to my friends about what I had planned. I could already hear them trying to talk me out of it. He’d been gone for 3 months with absolutely no contact, and so it was clear to them where he stood. I called him a few times but I didn’t leave any voicemails, and he never called me back.

He and I had been through much worse, and I’d waited on him for a full year before, so 3 months was nothing in comparison. He meant a lot to me and missing my chance to tell him how I felt just wasn’t an option. I headed home to calm my nerves with a glass of wine before I jumped off of the emotional cliff.

A few short hours later I was sitting outside of his house waiting to surprise him. My hands were shaking as I played my Jill Scott CD.  I kept telling myself to calm down and to stop over-thinking it. Kenneth and I had known each other for years, and so there wasn’t any need for me to be scared to tell him how I felt. My pep talk did nothing to help me and so I got out of the car and walked towards his house. Granted, I would look pretty pathetic sitting on his door step but I felt pathetic so it was fitting.

I looked at my watch and got antsier because he should have been there by then. I didn’t take into account that he may have stopped somewhere else first or that he’d gotten a new place. That was something that he could have done easily. I suddenly felt like an idiot, and I was happy that no one was around to witness my madness. I stood to my feet and got ready to walk to my car. That’s when I spotted him walking down the street. He was walking arm in arm with some bombshell blonde, laughing and joking, as they carried their luggage.

I jumped off of his door step and started to walk down the street to my car. I tried to hide my face with my hair and walk away as if I didn’t see them at all. I felt sick as if I was going to throw up at any moment. I should have known that he wasn’t going to be alone for an extended period of time. I hadn’t just met him, and I saw that not much had changed. It was almost as if they picked up the pace, and I couldn’t get to my car fast enough.