TWENTY ONE
"No." Diamond pulled away after she so gave herself into the arms of the man. Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes reflected anger mixed with disgust. The disgust wasn't for the kiss oh no, that kiss was hot and if she knew heaven and its taste, she'd probably say it tasted like heaven. The disgust was directed at herself, she allowed Orlando back into her life without as much as batting an eyelash or giving it a thought. The man hadn't called to check up on her, he never called to check what happened and why she never showed up for work.
The man she wanted to stay clear from because his father was a brute and an asshole he ordered her to or she'd live to rue the day she was born.
Seeing his piercing green eyes, she forgot all about her problems, she saw him and that was all that mattered.
Orlando looked at her, searching for something in her eyes, and he saw all kinds of emotions dancing in them. Unlike him, she couldn't hide her emotions; she wore them like her fragrance.
"You don't get to do that." Diamond told him, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from crying, Diamond Barry did not cry, she wasn't a wimp. "You don't get to ignore me all week long and then show up in my face and kiss me." She hissed, her eyes looking anywhere else but him. Looking into his eyes set something alight in her body and she knew that all too well. She knew looking into the goddamn eyes will have her soaking her panties and melting into his arms.
Orlando couldn't concentrate, the music from the club wasn't as loud in the bathroom area and he could clearly hear her speak, he could detect the tone of hurt in her voice and he couldn't understand. She was the one who ran away with a two million dollar cheque, if there is anyone who should be laying all complains down it should be him, but it seemed as though he was the one at fault.
Fuck he recently just realized he loved the damn woman and would kill any man who would touch her or even look at her. He was torn as he thought that she took the money and left him that she was just like any other woman, a lot of money rocked their boats and that was all he will ever be good for. He came to the damn club to get drunk and pull up any random lady with enough beautiful features to bed and forget about Diamond, instead he saw her.
And all the anger he felt rained on him hard.
"I don't know what came over me." He spoke. The first time in a long time and his voice melted her insides. "I mean you are the gold digger here right?" he spat, his eyes glistening with anger.
Diamond felt like she was struck across the face. "A gold digger?" she asked. "You think I slept with you because I want your stupid money?" she was beyond hurt. Not once did she even take money from him that wasn't her salary. For him to think that low of her, not only shocked her it hurt her.
"Fuck off Orlando and when you get there, keep fucking off." She pushed past by him and went back to Janelle who looked bored and just keeping herself busy with her phone. The young chocolate woman's eyes lit up at the sight of Diamond but soon narrowed as she took in Diamond's distressed features.
"What's wrong?" she asked and Diamond flagged down a waiter and ordered six shots of vodka and a long island cocktail. She wasn't leaving the place because of Orlando, no, she was going to stay there, drink and dance her anger away.
"Orlando is here." She fumed. "The man has some nerve. The audacity to call me a gold digger. Me, Diamond Barry a gold digger?" Red flags were all over her and Janelle didn't know what to say, she was shocked at what she said but she couldn't voice out her thoughts. Diamond was on a roll.
"Just because he is some hot shot rich man he must treat me like I am some rubbish under his shoes? Damn him, who does he think he is?"
The rant went and on until the bartender brought her drinks and she paid for it same time as the club did not allow you to drink and pay later, you order now and pay now unless you are the rich people upstairs in the VIP section. She levelled three shots before her and three shots for Janelle.
They both ditched the salt and dived straight to the shots and proceeded to swallow lemons. The damn drink was too bitter and it kicked in just right. By the third shot, Diamond felt her blood run hot and rushing to her head, just what she needed.
"After this drink, we are heading to the dance floor." She told Janelle and she eagerly agreed. That was the plan, when Diamond had left her, she felt alone and thoughts of her ex-boyfriend filled her head, she thought she'd burst out and cry right in the middle of the club. She needed to unwind and focus her energy on something else.
Finishing up their cocktails Diamond and Janelle found themselves on the dance floor, their hips swaying teasingly to the beat of the music. The music was even louder on the dance floor, one way or another you would dance.
Laughing and fondling with each other Janelle and Diamond were having a great time. "This is awesome!" Diamond yelled through the blaring sound so Janelle could hear her.
Before Janelle could argue two gorgeous men approached them from behind Diamond and she recognized one as being her boss. The man walked around like he owned the city, he oozed confidence and something about him commanded respect.
Snaking his arm around Diamond's waist, she stopped dancing and tensed up. Before Janelle could say anything the man who came with Orlando approached her. With a killer smile he whisked her away and she tried to stay for her friend but he told her those two needed to talk and fix their shit and also if she didn't shut up, he promised to make her.
"What do you want?" Diamond tried removing his steel hold on her and failed dismally. The man held her from behind locking her in so she wouldn't even move from him.
"You insult me, you betrayed my trust and yet I can't stay away from you. Tell me Diamond, what is that you have done to me?" he was drunk, his words slurred, although he sounded husky and sexy, Diamond was just about enough with his bullshit.
"I insulted you? You insulted me Orlando. Now leave me alone." She hissed, pinching his hands and that still didn't make the man remove his death hold on her, in fact he tightened his arms around her and pushed into her.
"Stop pinching me my sweet Barry. You're doing more harm than good." He told her, pressing his hard on to her backside.
Rationality left her world. In that minute she bit down a moan that threatened to leave her lips. She wouldn't give in, not after what has happened between them. She wasn't weak.
But damn it Orlando made her weak. She always knew how to behave with men who did her dirty, men who hurt her, she would flush them out of her system, she'd pretend like they never existed and if often worked but Orlando, damn Orlando York with gorgeous green eyes. The man was like a bad rash all over her body refusing to go no matter how many times she lathered her body with ointments, bathed in milk and swam in medication. He just wouldn't budge.
"Please let's go talk elsewhere." He begged her and she nodded against him.
"This is how we are going to walk Barry. Try not to trip me." He whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. The man had a hard on and he didn't want anyone seeing it. It was difficult as it is to walk out with it with Barry pressed to it.
They walked outside and he led them to his car. "Wait, Janelle." She stopped walking, thinking about her friend who she had forgotten about since Orlando interrupted their dancing mode.
"Raymond's with her. Don't worry your sweet little behind about her." He told her. Opening the door to his SUV, he pushed Diamond in the backseat and joined her. "I miss you, I wanna touch you." He told her.
Diamond knew she was going against her principles and breaking promises she has made to herself but damn her hormones were raging all over the place. The inner Sasha fierce woman inside of her was already naked and ready to pounce on Orlando.
"Not here..." she told him, her voice deepened as she was drunk. A smile graced her features. "Take us somewhere else." He didn't need to be told twice, he was drunk but he still insisted on driving them.
Diamond was far too gone to care about driving under the influence; she just wanted to get laid. Luckily he didn't drive for longer than five minutes; they just parked outside some hotel that wasn't far from the club. "This is the best I can do. I can't drive drunk." He told her and she agreed that it wasn't safe for neither them nor other people on the streets if he did continue to drive under the influence of alcohol.
Pulling his card, he booked them the room. As they got into the elevator, they were all over each other like white on rice. It was on.
Reaching the room, Orlando threw Diamond on the bed and he made quick rid of his clothes and she took off her shorts and thong in the process.
"Just so you know, I am still mad at you." She told him before bringing his lips to hers.
Orlando nodded and pushed her legs apart and his tip pressed against her dripping core. "I am also mad at you." He pushed the tip in and she moaned.
"I hate you." She breathed, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the feel of him pushing inside of her.
"You're too tight, relax." He grunted, and pushed once more again inside of her. "You used me." He pushed all the way in and together they groaned. She was wet and hot, a feeling he can't never get used to or get over.
"You used me too." What was supposed to come out as a rant came out as a moan. "Fuck." She cursed as he gave her slow strokes, teasing her bud.
"My father paid you to leave me and you did." He hit her spot and her eyes shot open, fire dispersing from them. Orlando pulled up to the tip and rammed back inside of her with so much force she moaned so loud and clutched on the bed sheets.
"You said you had my back," another hard stroke. "But that was just a lie." He rammed into her, hard slow strokes, driving her wild with want and need.
"I di- oh fuck!" every stroke send her near the edge but it was never enough to tilt her over. "Please..." she begged. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She needed to climax.
Orlando looked at her. "Barry... you fucked me over." He picked up pace and had her yelling yes over and over again and when she was about to reach her climax he stopped and she opened her eyes. A smirk webbed its way on his face. "You played me."
"I didn't. I didn't take the money. I tore up the cheque." She told him. They looked at each other with realization. His father had played him.
Picking up his pace Orlando was done playing with her, he also needed his release and both reached climax at the same time and he fell right on top of her.
For some reason his weight crushing her was the most beautiful part of their love making. She relished in and ran her fingers over his naked back.
"I'm sorry."
Sorry I took long to update, for a second there I had run out of creative juices and also I've been moving around and now I'm at this stupidly cold place, typing is a chore, my fingers are frozen. It is fucking cold in South Africa Jesus!!!
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