Pres. Besides, we’re gonna be late. So come on.”
“We don’t have to be there right at ten on the dot, do we? I mean, it’s not a surprise party or anything. Maybe we can have a little pre-cocktail cocktail right here before we go…if you know what I mean.” He moaned and reached for her small waist.
“Pres, no. I don’t want to get my clothes all messed up,” she said as she pushed his groping hands away.
“Describe to me what you’re wearing, baby.” He spoke in sexy groan as he rubbed his aching cock.
“Oh, come on, Pres, Jesus. Can’t you control yourself?” she practically yelled.
“Damn it, Vikki! Control myself for what? I thought we were together. You know, a couple. And is it so bad that I want to be intimate with my woman?” Pres was so frustrated he thought his head might explode…both of them.
“We are a couple. I’m just trying to unwind with a stress-free weekend after working hard all week. I didn’t come here to be fussed at. Just forget it, Pres. I’ll go out alone.”
He felt her breeze past him, slightly knocking him in the shoulder as she went. He reached out fast and grabbed her arm.
“Babe, I’m sorry. Don’t go, okay?” Pres released a shaky but frustrated breath at the obvious lack of affection he was going to get. “Look, I still want to go and meet your friends, if that’s all right with you. I didn’t mean to pressure you or fuss at you, okay? I just miss you so much.” He gently massaged her arms and heard her let out another breath.
“Fine. Let’s just go,” she said.
“All right, just let me use the bathroom real quick and—”
She turned and opened his door to leave. “What! No!” she screeched. “We’re already late. Dang, what are you, five years old? Use it when you get there. It’s a short ride.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled. Pres didn’t bother to reach for her hand. He grabbed his long cane off the shelf by the front door.
“Oh no. Leave that cane here. I’m not going to have you hitting me in my ankles all night with that damn thing,” she scoffed. The disdain and disgust in her voice made Pres’s neck jerk back so hard it cracked.
Pres stood there numbly with his mouth hanging open. I’ve never fucking hit you with my cane. Damn, that shit was mean. Fuck. Am I that damn desperate? There’s gotta be a woman out there that will treat me better than this…or maybe a man.
“Pres, leave it, or else I’m leaving…alone,” she threatened.
“Vikki, how the hell am I not going to run into something if I don’t have it? Are you going to help me if I need it? I don’t want to burden you every time I need to move around, go to the bathroom, or whatever.”
“Just leave the freakin’ cane, Prescott,” she hissed. “If you need help, I or someone else will help you. Now come on. You’re making me late…like I knew you would.”
This is a bad idea. Shit.
Pres stepped out into the hallway minus his cane. He made it to the elevators and paused when he smelled spicy cologne again. He smiled just a little.
* * * *
Ric had to bite his tongue when he walked by Pres’s open apartment door. There was an extremely attractive blonde witch fussing at him about not taking his cane with them. Ric wanted to push her out of the way, fold Pres into his chest, and tell him it was okay and that he’d never be embarrassed by him.
When Ric walked by and caught a glimpse of the man’s hurt expression, it almost crushed him. How could someone be so goddamn insensitive? Regardless that that beautiful creature was blind, he was still a person with feelings.
He didn’t know where the couple was going for the evening, but it didn’t look like she’d be providing him any assistance with the way she turned her back and made her way to the elevators without even a backward glance. Maybe Pres was going to break up with her and she knew it.
Ric was waiting for the elevator when he looked up and saw Pres slowly making his way to the
“We don’t have to be there right at ten on the dot, do we? I mean, it’s not a surprise party or anything. Maybe we can have a little pre-cocktail cocktail right here before we go…if you know what I mean.” He moaned and reached for her small waist.
“Pres, no. I don’t want to get my clothes all messed up,” she said as she pushed his groping hands away.
“Describe to me what you’re wearing, baby.” He spoke in sexy groan as he rubbed his aching cock.
“Oh, come on, Pres, Jesus. Can’t you control yourself?” she practically yelled.
“Damn it, Vikki! Control myself for what? I thought we were together. You know, a couple. And is it so bad that I want to be intimate with my woman?” Pres was so frustrated he thought his head might explode…both of them.
“We are a couple. I’m just trying to unwind with a stress-free weekend after working hard all week. I didn’t come here to be fussed at. Just forget it, Pres. I’ll go out alone.”
He felt her breeze past him, slightly knocking him in the shoulder as she went. He reached out fast and grabbed her arm.
“Babe, I’m sorry. Don’t go, okay?” Pres released a shaky but frustrated breath at the obvious lack of affection he was going to get. “Look, I still want to go and meet your friends, if that’s all right with you. I didn’t mean to pressure you or fuss at you, okay? I just miss you so much.” He gently massaged her arms and heard her let out another breath.
“Fine. Let’s just go,” she said.
“All right, just let me use the bathroom real quick and—”
She turned and opened his door to leave. “What! No!” she screeched. “We’re already late. Dang, what are you, five years old? Use it when you get there. It’s a short ride.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled. Pres didn’t bother to reach for her hand. He grabbed his long cane off the shelf by the front door.
“Oh no. Leave that cane here. I’m not going to have you hitting me in my ankles all night with that damn thing,” she scoffed. The disdain and disgust in her voice made Pres’s neck jerk back so hard it cracked.
Pres stood there numbly with his mouth hanging open. I’ve never fucking hit you with my cane. Damn, that shit was mean. Fuck. Am I that damn desperate? There’s gotta be a woman out there that will treat me better than this…or maybe a man.
“Pres, leave it, or else I’m leaving…alone,” she threatened.
“Vikki, how the hell am I not going to run into something if I don’t have it? Are you going to help me if I need it? I don’t want to burden you every time I need to move around, go to the bathroom, or whatever.”
“Just leave the freakin’ cane, Prescott,” she hissed. “If you need help, I or someone else will help you. Now come on. You’re making me late…like I knew you would.”
This is a bad idea. Shit.
Pres stepped out into the hallway minus his cane. He made it to the elevators and paused when he smelled spicy cologne again. He smiled just a little.
* * * *
Ric had to bite his tongue when he walked by Pres’s open apartment door. There was an extremely attractive blonde witch fussing at him about not taking his cane with them. Ric wanted to push her out of the way, fold Pres into his chest, and tell him it was okay and that he’d never be embarrassed by him.
When Ric walked by and caught a glimpse of the man’s hurt expression, it almost crushed him. How could someone be so goddamn insensitive? Regardless that that beautiful creature was blind, he was still a person with feelings.
He didn’t know where the couple was going for the evening, but it didn’t look like she’d be providing him any assistance with the way she turned her back and made her way to the elevators without even a backward glance. Maybe Pres was going to break up with her and she knew it.
Ric was waiting for the elevator when he looked up and saw Pres slowly making his way to the
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