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Chapter 2

  Almost a month after she had asked Rita to move into her place, Natasha noticed that Rita was avoiding any and all instances that could lead to her bumping into Dave. She would open the gallery an hour earlier than usual and leave way before closing time, leaving her assistant to do the closing up for her. If Natasha knew anything about Rita, it was that she loved avoiding uncomfortable situations. But Natasha thought that there was probably more to the whole story than what Rita had told her and she had no way of confirming the whole thing since Rita was not talking.

  Natasha hated being in this situation. She hated feeling helpless when her best friend was hurting, and what was even more nerve wrecking was the fact that Rita was not talking about anything. Natasha had half a mind to call Dave and give him a good talking to, or at least try and find out what was going on between the two of them.

  It was on a Thursday when Natasha finally decided to break the ice. After taking a shower, she put on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt and then headed to the living room.

  “Good morning,” she said as she walked into the kitchen where Rita was sipping on a glass of orange juice.

  “Morning. You look....motherly,” Rita said smiling.

  “Don’t start with me. I am not going anywhere and if I wear something nice, Alexis will probably find a reason to puke all over it,” Natasha said as she poured herself a glass of orange juice. “Pancakes?” she asked as she walked over to the fridge.

  “Sure,” Rita said as she took a seat. She watched Natasha take the batter from the fridge and then walk over to the stove.

  “So, any news on your mama?” Natasha asked as she put a pan on the stove. Rita shook her head.

  “I don’t know whether to just wait it out and see what happens. That was what I used to do anyway,” Rita said as she took another sip of her juice.

  “I know, but this is what, ten years later? Rita, something else is up. She has no reason to fall off the wagon. She has been clean for ten years,” Natasha said.

  “Well, the time has changed but maybe she hasn’t,” Rita said. “You know what, I won’t even bother. She wants to talk to me, she can call me,” she said shrugging. Natasha knew she needed not press any more about Rita’s mother.

  “What about Dave? Have you talked to him yet?” she asked. Rita shrugged again.

  “I don’t want to talk to him,” she said curtly. Natasha smiled as she flipped a pancake.

  “Well, honey, you know I love you, but is there a possibility that you might be overreacting?” she asked.

  ‘You do realize we are in a room full of knives, right?” Rita asked. Natasha looked at her and shook her head.

  “You know what, sweetie? I think it’s time for a little tough love. I have known you for more than twenty years and the one consistent thing about you is running away from stuff you don’t want to face, but did you ever consider that maybe just maybe, if you talked to Dave you would solve all this shit? Dave is a great guy, Rita. Talk to him. Find out his side of the story before you take the villagers to his house armed with pitchforks,” she said as she looked at her. There was a long silence before Natasha put another pancake on the pan. “I know you don’t want to hear all this but it’s about time someone told it like it is. Dave loves you and I know you love him too. Swallow your pride and talk to him, or at least pick up his damn calls,” she added before removing the pancake from the pan. She switched off the stove and then walked over to one of the cabinets and took two plates. She served two pancakes on each plate and then sat down after setting one plate in front of Rita. She knew there was a lot of awkwardness in the room but someone had to tell her.

  After breakfast, Natasha gave Alexis her breakfast and then sat down to watch a movie. Everything was relatively calm but there wasn’t a lot of conversation between them. When Mitchell came back home that evening, he noticed that everything was not right.

  “What’s going on?” he asked Natasha in a whisper. Natasha looked over at Rita who was playing with the baby at that moment.

  “I went all tough love on her,” she whispered back. Mitchell smiled and then frowned.

  “Really? How did she take it?” he asked.

  “How do you think?” she asked as she looked over at Rita again.

  “Well, I need to talk to you. Now,” he said as he took Natasha to the bedroom.

  “What’s going on?” she asked when she got to the bedroom.

  “I had a talk with Dave,” he said. She looked at him and then sat down on the bed. This was not something Mitchell would normally do. He was the one who always insisted on letting things be.

  “This is...new,” she said as she looked at him. “So, what happened? What did he say?” she asked.

  “Well the whole thing must have been a misunderstanding,” he said. Natasha raised an eyebrow.

  “Must have been?” she asked. Mitchell shrugged and sat next to her.

  “Fine. It was a misunderstanding,” he said. “Dave wants to propose,” he said smiling. Natasha’s eyes grew wide.

  “What?” she asked. “How do you know that? I mean, how can you be sure?” she asked excitedly.

  “Well, there was a conference in Miami, true, but Dave didn’t go until a day later because this woman, the wife of one of his bosses, works at a jewelry store and was willing to give him a generous discount. So that was the only day he could see her to make sure that the ring was ready by the time he got back from Miami,” he said.

  “So, the compromising situation Rita was talking about?” she asked.

  “Well, I know she is your best friend and everything but Rita can be a bit....you know, exaggerating,” he said. “I’m sure whatever she saw was not that bad. Maybe it’s the situation with her mama that made her a bit paranoid,” he explained. Natasha smiled.

  “This is good news,” she said and then frowned. “In a way,” she added quickly when she remembered that they still had no news about Rita’s mother.

  “I know. But I guess we have to celebrate every bit of good news,” Mitchell said before planting a kiss on her forehead. Natasha smiled and closed her eyes.

  “Guess you are right. It is good news about Dave and everything but what about Rita’s mama?” she asked.

  “I’ve got my friend at the precinct looking into it. I’m sure she will be okay,” he said as he ran his hand up and down her back. Natasha smiled and pulled away from him. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked.

  “To the living room. Rita needs to hear this,” she said. Mitchell held her hand and shook his head.

  “You have all day to tell her that. I have not seen you, any part of you, since last week and I must say I miss you,” he said pulling her closer to him.

  “Do you miss me or are you just horny?” she asked as she looked into his eyes.

  “Wow, excuse your French,” he said as he slipped a hand behind her neck and pulled her down to kiss her. As their lips touched, she felt a surge of electric energy go through her body. Mitchell was right. They had not been intimate for a while and yeah, she could talk to Rita any time, especially now that she was crashing at their place. Mitchell slowly pushed her onto the bed and pulled away. She lay there, staring up at him, her eyes burning. He pushed the shirt she wore upwards and breathed on her bra covered breasts. She closed her eyes as he slowly brought his head down again and planted soft kisses on her chest. She opened her eyes when she felt him raise his head from her body. She smiled at him as he brought himself up and kissed her softly as he caressed her thighs. She wrapped her arms around him and arched her back, giving him a chance to slip his hand under her to unclasp her strapless bra. She sighed as she felt the bra slipping away from her body, exposing her bare breasts to him. She shivered when he brought his hand up and cupped one full breast, making her nipple press hard against his palm.

  He slowly let his hand run down her torso and pushed her sweat pants off. He then pulled away from her and stood up to get undressed. For some reason, Natasha still got turned on when she sa
w him undressing. It was as if he was her kryptonite. She smiled up at him as he rejoined her on the bed. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh. She slowly spread her legs and looked at him. She knew that he wanted to fill her just as much as she wanted him to feel her. He looked down at her as he settled in between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him deeply as he rubbed his cock against the opening of her pussy. She loved the way the head of his hard cock felt against her wet pussy. She wanted to beg him to get inside but at the same time she did not want to deny herself the pleasure that she was getting from his teasing.

  Mitchell pulled away from her lips and looked at her, then smiled. He loved the way she looked at that moment. Her eyes screamed desire and her pussy was wetter than ever but it had been so long. He did not want this to just be some conventional sex.

  “Baby....I want you,” she moaned. He looked at her and ran his finger down the side of her face.

  “Not yet,” he said. Natasha wanted to scream out. Why would he do this to her now? This was torture but she knew a thing or two about torture. She flipped him over so that she was on top and smiled down at him.

  “Fine. Then we’ll do things my way,” she said. Mitchell was intrigued as he watched her crawling up to his waist. She did not waste any time as she simply lowered her mouth onto his throbbing cock and began licking his highly sensitive glans. Holding his cock in her hand, she began sucking on him as she stroked him hard. She then kissed the length of his cock and ran her tongue on either side before she finally lowered her mouth onto his cock, taking most of his length inside her mouth. Mitchell’s breathing had been reduced to gasps of air as he struggled hard not to moan out loud. The last thing he wanted was awkwardness at the dinner table later on that evening. She then pulled away, getting his cock almost out of her mouth before taking in the entire length again. This time it was too much for Mitchell. He let out a loud moan and Natasha pulled away from him.

  She pulled herself up and kissed him softly. "Keep it down baby, we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves,” she said before going back down on him. He closed his eyes as he felt her warm lips engulf his cock once more. He could barely contain his groan as she sucked him, especially when her hand found his sac. Mitchell could have sworn she was on a mission by the way she was sucking him. She had never gone down on him like this. He was always the one with mad oral skills, not that she did not have a number of skills up her sleeve but this, this was unlike any other thing she had ever done to him.

  Mitchell put his hand on her head as she bobbed up and down on his crotch. He raised himself up to look at her and that was enough encouragement for her to pick up the pace, slamming her face onto his raging hard-on.

  "Tasha....don’t....oh shit...baby,” he moaned giving her the warning she so much needed. By this time, she was breathing hard through her nose as she held him in her mouth, taking all he had to offer until she felt his orgasm dangerously close. She let his cock out of her mouth and looked at him. He was panting and finally ready for her. She looked at him as she straddled him. She closed her eyes as she slowly worked her pussy onto his wet cock. Mitchell exhaled loudly and held her by the waist. Her mouth was good but her pussy was even better. She began working herself up and down his cock, slowly and teasingly. By this time, Mitchell wanted to cry out and just slam himself into her. He held her tightly and begun thrusting into her with long slow strokes, but given the way she had just worked him, long slow strokes were not going to cut it. He suddenly pulled out of her and in one move turned her over and entered her from behind. He knew Natasha must have been surprised at how he managed to turn the tables on her so quickly. He spread her legs and positioned himself in between her knees. The first stroke was a long deep one, almost as if he was making her pay for the long oral torture he had just endured. He entered her again before finally holding her by the hips and worked her over in long hard strokes.

  He was mesmerized by the way her pussy seemed to cling to his cock with each stroke. He spread her cheeks and let his finger flick her now fully engorged clit while nudging his cock into her. He slowed down and released her cheeks and then reached for her breasts. She moaned as she felt him slowly working in and out of her. He knew that by now she was not only exhausted, but also almost at her very end. He grabbed her hips and leaned over her, driving into her, filling her. He could feel her wetness grasping at him as her orgasm approached. She turned her head and looked at him.

  “Do it, please,” she begged.

  Mitchell did not need any further bidding. He slammed his full weight into her, unable to resist the urge any longer. It was not very long before he erupted inside her. Almost immediately, she cried out loud as her own orgasm ripped through her body. She shivered over and over again and the tightening muscles in her pussy forced his now limp cock out of her. The two collapsed on the bed, exhausted and panting.

  “God, I had missed that,” Natasha said gasping.

  “And you thought I was being an ass by saying I had missed you?” he asked. Natasha laughed.

  “At least I admit I was horny. You tried to charm that big cock into me,” she said. Mitchell looked at her and smiled.

  “I don’t remember you resisting,” he said.

  “I had ulterior motives,” she said.

  Mitchell laughed again. “Of course you did,” he said and yawned. Natasha put a tired hand on his damp chest.

  “No, you have to help me with dinner. You promised,” she said.

  “That was before you allowed me to miss you,” he said as she rolled over. He draped a hand over her.

  “You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it,” she said as she pulled away.

  “Actually, you made it and right now I would like to just lie in it for thirty minutes,” he said as she walked towards the bathroom.

  “Five minutes. That’s how long I need to take a shower,” she said as she stepped into the bathroom. After she had her shower, she thought of waking Mitchell up but she also had to make her peace with Rita. She walked into the living room and looked at Rita. The way she was with the baby made Natasha smile. It was as if her motherly instinct came alive any time she was with Alexis. She slowly made her way to the middle of the room where Rita and Alexis were seated, playing with the baby’s toys. “Hey,” she said as she joined them on the floor.

  “Hey,” Rita said as she gave her a smile.

  “Friends again?” Natasha asked. Rita smiled again.

  “We never stopped being friends,” she said as she looked at Natasha.

  “So you don’t think I overstepped my boundaries?” she asked. Rita shook her head. “Good, because I think my husband might have,” she said. Rita frowned.

  “What did Mitch do?” she asked.

  “Well, he has a friend at the precinct that is looking into your mama’s case, and, um, he also talked to Dave,” Natasha said. Rita sighed.

  “Wow, you guys...” Rita trailed off.

  “There is an explanation and I think you need to talk to him. Pick up his call the next time he calls, or just call him – or I swear to God I will bring him right here,” Natasha said before she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

  “Why? What did he say?” Rita called after her. Natasha smiled. She was not about to give everything away and take her best friend’s proposal from her. She knew that Rita loved Dave and that when she heard his reason, she would be all too happy to get back with him.

  “I love playing Dr. Phil,” she thought as she took a chicken from the freezer.

  Chapter 3

  Mitchell smiled as he walked into the living room. Natasha looked up at him and shook her head.

  “No, it’s not going to happen,” she said as she typed away on her laptop.

  “What’s not going to happen?” he asked.

  “Sex. I am not having sex with you,” she said without looking up. Mitchell frowned.

  “Um, okay. Good to know but that was not even in my head right now. But
ouch,” he said as he joined her on the couch. She looked at him and smiled. Lately Mitchell had an insatiable appetite for sex. He would get her in the bathroom, while fixing dinner, after putting the baby down...pretty much any time. Natasha thought that Rita being around had a lot to do with it. Maybe it was some kind of voyeuristic kink.

  “Well, don’t blame me, but seriously, Mitch, you are going to fuck me raw one of these days,” she said. She looked at the time displayed on her computer screen and frowned. “It’s almost midday. What are you doing home?” she asked.

  “I needed a break from the office, plus we need you down there,” he said. She put her laptop down on the coffee table and looked at him.

  “Why? What do you mean?” she asked.

  “We just lost millions of dollars in billable hours,” he said. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked him in the eye.

  “You’d better stop these charades and just tell me what the hell is going on. What do you mean we lost millions of dollars? Who’s we?” she asked, trying hard to remain calm.

  “The company,” Mitchell said as he exhaled loudly. “Remember Fiona Barnes Energy?” he asked. Natasha nodded.

  “Yeah. That was one of the accounts I worked on when I first started working at...wait. Please don’t tell me that’s the account we lost,” she said, looking at Mitchell, who was now nodding. “Mitchell, what the hell happened? If anything that was our most solid account. If you asked me, I would have said that the account was guaranteed for at least the next five years,” she said.

  “Sweetie, if there is anything guaranteed in business, it’s that there is never a guarantee,” he said as he looked at her. She slammed the laptop shut and then stood up. “Babe, where are you going?” he asked as he held her hand.

  “I need to do damage control,” she said. Mitchell pulled her back down on the couch and then looked at her.

  “Okay, you want to do damage control. What kind of damage control do you have in mind?” he asked. She shook her head and frowned.