A WILDFIRE AFFECTION (EROTICA)
Patrick P.O.V.
Boxes fell onto the floor as her back hit the shelf they sat on. Her arms were wrapped around my neck as her legs were securely around my waist as I thrust into her dripping core.
Today was the opening of my first nightclub. I had been working on this for months and finally everything had come together perfectly.
I was so excited since this was the first time I'd be opening a business on my own. I first opened a restaurant with my best friend Evan and our restaurant chain was doing so well. Our restaurant now had locations in various cities.
After being so successful in the restaurant business I decided to get into the nightclub business. I loved hitting various nightclubs back in the day and knew it was a lucrative business to get in on.
"Yes!" she moaned as I gave her a deep thrust.
Her skirt was pushed up, her thong was on the floor, and her blouse was half open.
I had barely had a free moment the past few weeks as I got everything ready for tonight's big opening.
I was going to take a serious vacation with my family this weekend right after opening night. Everything was already planned.
Not to mention I also had a wedding that had been put on the backburner until this opening so now that was about to take up my time and attention.
But I didn't mind because I couldn't wait to marry my beautiful fiancé. My life had turned around so much from where it once had been and I couldn't have been in a happier place right now.
Literally.
I heard her moans get louder as my thrust came faster.
I was almost there and I could feel that she was too.
I didn't hold back as I felt her juices coat my shaft. I unloaded my seed into her as her body shook uncontrollably due to her being overcome with an orgasm.
I buried my head in the crook of her neck taking in her perfume. She always smelt like heaven.
Her body stilled and slowly her legs slid down mine as she stepped onto the floor.
I pulled back and she pulled her skirt back down into place.
She buttoned up her blouse as I pulled up my pants.
We both fixed ourselves so we looked presentable.
She blushed as she picked up her thong and I smirked at her as she scurried past me.
"I'll see you tonight," I called after her as she quickly left the storage room we'd been in.
Perks of owning the joint I can have sex anywhere I want.
I picked up the boxes that had fallen due to my quick afternoon rendezvous.
As I put the last box on the shelf I felt my phone vibrating in my back pocket.
I looked at the caller id and saw who it was.
I quickly picked it up before it could ring again.
Jada P.O.V.
"More to the right please," I said.
I stood in the middle of my living room as I let one of the movers hang up my photo.
Finally the new house was finished and it was move in day. I was so stressed out considering I needed to catch a flight with my daughter in the next hour.
I hate it when everything starts happening at once but I couldn't be happier with where my life is right now so I had no real complaints.
"Like that ma'am?" the mover asked.
I looked up from my phone as I was checking the time.
"Slightly left," I said.
He moved the photo a little bit and it was perfect.
"Right there! Perfect!" I said pleased.
"Mommy it's two. You said we leave at two. It's two," my daughter said as she came up to me.
"I know sweetie. We'll leave in just a second," I promised.
Amani doesn't play when it's time to go see her daddy.
She is a total daddy's girl. It doesn't help that her father spoils her to death. But hey what can a woman do.
The movers were all done just on schedule.
I headed to the door to see them out.
"Thank you so much," I told the last mover as he left.
"You're welcome ma'am," he said.
"Wait just one second I have your check," I said.
"Ma'am we've already been paid... your husband paid us," he said.
"You mean my fiancé. He's not my husband just yet," I blushed.
I was happily engaged but not yet married since my hubby to be has been so busy. But wedding planning was in full effect now and he was no longer going to put off our wedding date.
"Well either way we've been paid ma'am. You have a nice day," the mover said before he left.
I smiled and closed the front door.
I needed to make a quick phone call before Amani and I headed out.
The phone rang as I saw Amani walking towards me with my purse.
It rang one time and right before the second ring he answered.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey. The movers just left. Why didn't you tell me you paid them already?" I smiled.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he said.
I could hear the smirk that was probably on his face in his voice as he spoke.
"Well Amani and I are getting ready to leave. I'm going to lock up and I'll see you soon," I said.
"Alright. I'll see you later," he said.
"Love you," I said.
"Back at ya," he said before he hung up.
"Mommy it's almost ten past five," Amani said.
For a three year old my daughter is very advanced.
"Alright little girl. Lets go," I said.
"Finally!" she said happily as we left the house.
We walked outside and got into the car waiting for us. We had a driver driving us to the airport so we could catch a private flight to Vegas.
Tonight was Patrick's nightclub opening and although she's a three-year-old Amani couldn't wait to get there to support her daddy.
Six Hours Later
I slipped out of the car as I saw camera's flashing.
Everyone was here to support Patrick's club opening.
I was in this black metallic like dress with black strappy heels to match. I had my sparkly silver clutch as well. My hair was back in a low ponytail that had loose waves. My makeup was glowing and I had these silver earrings on too.
Of course my little bean was matching me with her little outfit.
My little bean and I always like to match. She gets it from her momma.
We stepped onto the red carpet and posed for photos.
"Jada over here!" a photographer said.
My daughter and I took a few photos until she got distracted by the sight of the most important man in her life.
"Mommy there's daddy!" she said as she pointed to her father at the end of the carpet.
He was talking with a reporter.
"Slowly lets walk down to your father," I said.
As if my words meant nothing my little bean took off running down the red carpet to her father.
Photographers snapped shots of her running to her daddy.
I'm telling you she is such a daddy's girl.
I saw Patrick look down as he saw Amani grabbing a hold of his leg.
He smiled and picked her up and her arms went right around her daddy's neck as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Patrick looked down in my direction and we shared a brief nod in acknowledgement of each other.
Soon all the attention went to the new arrival on the red carpet.
She stepped onto the carpet in this white satin pantsuit look.
She had on these skinny leg satin white pants and a matching suit jacket that was low cut so it was clearly worn as her top alone. Her cleavage was on display but I couldn't hate she was gorgeous.
She walked the red carpet like it was a runway.
She was tall, dark skin, and skinny.
I'd say we looked a lot a like but she had me with the height since I was short.
She made her way down the carpet and I realized I'd just been standing here looking displaced since my daughter left me.
She came up right beside me and put her arm around my waist.
"Smile they're watching," she whispered as we posed for a photo.
"Zuri! Jada! Does this mean there is no bad blood," a photographer said.
We both said nothing and just smiled for photos until we got down to where Patrick was.
"Mommy we take photo with daddy," Amani said once I reunited with her.
"Sweetie I don't think-"
"One photo is fine," Patrick interrupted.
He and I locked eyes and I didn't argue.
We stood together and he put his hand on my hip and we smiled as the photographers went wild.
I briefly looked down the carpet off to the side and saw Zuri eyeing us carefully.
She had nothing to worry about. Patrick and I had been over for years. There was nothing left between us.
We were both engaged to other people and happy.
"You look gorgeous Jada. Thanks for coming tonight," he whispered.
I quickly moved out of his hold done with this family photo op.
"Come on Amani daddy has work to do. It's his big night," I said.
Patrick put Amani down and she walked over to me.
"Love you daddy," she said.
"Love you too baby girl. I'll see you later," Patrick said to our daughter.
Zuri walked past me and flipped her hair as she got to Patrick.
She hung over him as she posed for photos.
She kissed him just to get extra attention and I headed inside with my daughter.
I couldn't wait for this night to be over so I could get to my man.
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