Charles
I grabbed the canvas bag I usually bring with me to the farmers’ market and casually walked down the aisles looking at the wares, crafts, and various foods.
I loved the farmers’ market. It brought a sense of peace to me. I also liked sampling the different goods that people want to sell. I once set up a stall and sold pies, and they were sold out within four hours. I should do that again.
“Charles?”
I turned and smiled at Aimie. She was actually the first girl I met on Meet Cute and was at the top of my list to be my potential wife until I met Shay.
“Aimie, so good to see you.”
“It’s good to see you too. I was disappointed you didn’t call me. I thought we had a good time on our date,” she said with a cute small pout. I smiled wider at her.
“We had a wonderful time. I’ve just been busy.”
“Oh,” she said, perking up. “Maybe we can get together sometime?”
“Yeah, maybe, I still have your number.”
“Great, can’t wait to hear from you,” she said cheerily.
I watched her walk away, my eyes skimming down the tight jeans she had on. She had a really nice ass, not as nice as
Shay’s but still nice. I turned back around and made my way to Jack and Mac’s stall.
“Charles!” Mac said, with a smile and a hand held out for a shake.
“Hey Mac, how are you?”
“Great, Jack and I have some really good summer squash and huge zucchini,” he said, holding the two fruits up.
“I’d love five zucchini and those tomatoes are gorgeous. I’ll take ten of those, and five of these jalapeños. Oh, and three bulbs of garlic.”
“Making something special?” Jack asked as he helped Mac bag everything.
“Um, I was thinking of some homemade salsa. I made tortillas last night, and I was going to fry some up for chips.”
“Yummy. Having a party?”
“No, it’s just me this weekend. I finally have a weekend off. I thought I’d prepare meals and make some snacks. Just some alone time I guess.”
Jack and Mac looked at each other. Then Jack took out his phone and walked away to make a phone call. I smirked, hopefully my plan was about to take hold.
“We have some watermelons. You said you like to make some kind of watermelon drink?” Mac asked.
“Oh yeah, I make watermelon sprits. That’s what I call them. I freeze the watermelons after cutting them into cubes, and then I blend them, put the purée all in a jug, with some sprite. Or I use champagne if it’s a special occasion.”
“Sounds delicious,” Mac said.
“I’ll take two watermelons,” I sighed.
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Mac beamed and bagged me two watermelons. The man knew what he was doing.
“So, Charles. A friend of mine is having a barbecue on Sunday. I just called him, and he said you could come along if you’d like. The only thing is that it’s a family affair and there will be couples. I’d hate for you to be the odd man out, but they have a pool, so bring a suit,” Jack said, coming back to the conversation.
“Really? Wow, that’s very generous. Um, I’m actually seeing someone. If it’s okay that I bring her?”
“Absolutely, I know Dawson, Isha, and the guys won’t mind,” Jack said.
“Great, that sounds fun. Where is it at?”
Jack gave me the address and I smiled with satisfaction. Everything was falling into place. I am going to be able to see Shay. I thanked Jack and went on my way. I bought a couple of other things as I looked around for the one person I needed now. I spotted her looking at some pretty necklaces. She held up a nice Jade piece and then smiled at the stall
owner to put it back.
“Why don’t you keep that one, it’s on me,” I said.
Aimie looked at me surprised and beamed at me.
“Charles, really?”
“Yes, beautiful. I think that necklace would look phenomenal on you.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. So, Aimie, I was wondering if you’re free on Sunday. I’d like to take you to a friend’s house for a
barbecue. They have a pool, so you can bring a bathing suit.”
“Oh, I’d love that. Yes, what time will you be picking me up?”
“The barbecue starts at five. So, I’ll pick you up at five thirty, and we’ll show up fashionably late.”
She giggled. “Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your beautiful self.” She giggled again.
“Okay, I can’t wait.”
“Me either. Are you doing anything right now besides browsing?”
“No, I was just having a lazy Friday night. Would you like to come to my house and have dinner?” she asked.
“I’d love to,” I said with a smile. She’ll be a great distraction and, since she was blonde, I can imagine she was Shay.
We picked up some more groceries for her to make whatever she was going to make for dinner. I told her I’d come by in
an hour and that I just needed to drop off everything I had bought.
I dropped everything off, and then I thought I’d be a gentleman and I went to a florist and got her some white daisies, and then I went and got a nice bottle of wine.
I knocked on Aimie’s door. She answered, and I noticed she had changed into a pretty pink halter dress, her blonde hair was in a high pony tail and her smile was an excited one.
“Charles. I’m so happy you’re here. The chicken is almost ready, and I just got done with the roasted potatoes. I hope you brought your appetite.”
“I am very hungry,” I said, looking at her up and down. She giggled and beckoned me in.
I handed her the flowers and she thanked me. I followed her to her kitchen where she got into a drawer and handed me an electric opener for the wine.
“So, I have to tell you I was surprised you asked me out for Sunday. I honestly felt like you weren’t going to call me back.”
“No, like I said, I was busy. I’m sorry. Maybe I should have texted you, or called. But life just got in the way.”
“Oh. I guess that’s what happens. She said with a small smile.” I nodded.
She got the chicken out of the oven. We sat at the table and plated up our food. The conversation flowed for about twenty minutes.
The chicken was good, but it did taste a little off. Maybe she didn’t cook it long enough.
“I have something to confess,” she said, putting her fork down. I just noticed she only ate her potatoes.
“Yes,” I said, my eyebrows bunching. I shook my head. I got a little dizzy for a second.
“I saw you on a date on Monday. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. We had just been on a date that Friday and I thought we had hit it off.”
I cleared my throat and shook my head again.
“We did. The girl you saw me with is just a friend. Did you not see our two other friends show up?” I slurred.
Why was my head so fuzzy?
“No, I left in tears. My heart was broken. I felt a connection with you and I just knew, you’re the one.”
“The one?”
My limbs felt heavy, my vision was dimming. Black spots started to float in my eyes.
“Yes. You were so charming, and you made me feel so special. In fact, I even told my mother about you, and she gave me this little pill to crush up and sprinkle over my chicken. It’s how she got my father. I can’t have you dating other women, Charles. When I deem something is mine, I make it so. And I always get what I want. My mama said, I deserve the world. And you will be my world.”
There was a knock on the door.
“That will be my daddy. You see, my mom kept him until she got pregnant with me, and he finally fell in love with her. And
that’s what I am going to do with you. Because I love you.”
I felt myself tip and I hit the floor hard. She stepped over my body and I watched her open the front door. A woman in her
fifties stepped in with a cheery hello, and a man stepped up next to her with a kiss to his daughter’s head. Then I
watched as he came over to me and hauled me up.
I was paralyzed, but still conscious. He took me upstairs and chained me to a bed. The bed frame was iron and looked
solid. The mattress was firm, and above me was a mirror.
“Thank you, daddy,” Aimie said with a giggle.
“Anything for you princess,” he said.
“Have your fun, angle and remember when he c*ms, lay on your back with your legs in the air for ten minutes.”
“Yes mama,”
“I’ll be downstairs preparing your meals for a week. Your daddy and I will lock up when we are done.”
“Thank you, mama.”
“You took your prenatal vitamins? And you’re ovulating?”
“Yes mama. It was lucky that I ran into him today, and he agreed to dinner.”
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“Yes Aimie, it sure was. You have a wonderful evening. I love you. Now make me a grandmother,” she told Aimie with a
chuckle.
The door closed and in the mirror I could see Aimie stripping. She climbed over me, my eyes slowly moving to hers. She
smiled at me.
“I know this is unconventional, but I want to be a mother, and you are the perfect specimen to have children with and to be
husband. In time, you will fall in love with me just like my daddy did with my mother. Now, let me get you ready.”
my
She started kissing my chest and worked her way down. My body betrayed me and my d*ck hardened as she licked it. She then swallowed me whole, and I couldn’t help the moan that came out of me.
“Feels good? I’ve done extensive research. I even broke my hymen with my plastic friend so it wouldn’t hurt my first time. Are you ready?”
“Aimie, don’t do this,” I slurred.
“Shh, you’ll like it.” She climbed on top of me and took my c*ck to her entrance.
For the next four hours she had her way with me. As I lay there while she slept, I wondered if this was some type of
karma that was being dealt for something I hadn’t even done yet but only thought of. I closed my eyes. F*ck.
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Bryson
“What about this Sunshine?” I asked Shay as I showed her a bottle of wine from a local winery. I thought it would go well with the roasted chicken I was making tonight.
“I think that would be good,” she said.
“Shay, happy one-week anniversary,” Bryce said, fastening a pretty silver bracelet around her wrist with a colorful butterfly
charm.
“Anniversary?” she asked.
“Well, one week ago we met,” he said, blushing. I smirked, what a softy.
“Well then,” she said with a smile and kissed him on the cheek. He looked pleased and gave me a smug smile and I just shook my head. If he needs that validation, I’ll let him have it. I know our girl wants both of us.
“Jack, Mac!” Shay waved as she made her way to a stall with two burly men, both in white t-shirts with the name JMS
Homestead stenciled on it and both were in dark blue jeans.
“Shay,” they both said at the same time. The biggest of the two, with black hair and moss-colored eyes, turned his back
and picked up a crate with mixed berries, peaches and jalapeños.
“Thanks Jack. Guy’s this is Jack and Mac. They are Savvy’s husbands. Jack, Mac, these are my boyfriend’s Bryce and
Bryson. They work at Becks Security with me.”
“Well, that’s a mouthful. Do you ever call one by the other’s name?” The one named Mac asked.
Shay giggled and shook her head. “Nice to meet you guys,” I said.
“So, you’re part of that new eight-man crew the guys brought on, right?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, we’re both team leads, we each have three men in our team,” I said.
“Will they be at the barbecue this weekend?” Mac asked.
“I don’t know, should we invite them?” Bryce asked.
“Why not? We just invited an acquaintance of ours who is bringing someone he is seeing. He’s a chef at Homecookin”,”
Mac said.
