Post by Taeshawn on Sept 27, 2010 21:02:23 GMT 2
7am 27th September 2010
Glancing in the mirror admiring his own chiseled jawline while running a brush over his freshly cut hair, he occasionally caught glimpses in the mirror of something entirely different. Something that had definitely served it's purpose up until about an hour ago. Three bodies lay entwined upon the extra large bed that dominated the large hotel suite. Well it was a given right, you never showed a hoe where you lived.
A carmel leg was draped across a creamy waist and at the bottom of the bed twisted in the satin sheets lay a latina. Coke whores what they wouldn't do for a few lines wasn't worth mentioning. The things he did with these women he'd never dream of subjecting his precious Cari too. Thoughts of her made him instantly hard, he had too much respect for her to treat her like one of these whores.
Damn he was going to have wake one of these b!tches up. He reached the sleeping latina first, she'd do. Fisting his hand in her hair he dragged her up slightly, the sight that met her half opened eyes let her know what he wanted and her supple lips set about the task. While the coke sl*t solved the problem in hand Taeshawn had other issues to deal with. One hand still balled in the curtain of brunette hair keeping the woman were she needed to be he fished his cell out of his pocket with the other.
Letting a growl of satisfaction purr in the back of his throat head thrown back slightly eyes half closed Taeshawn finally managed to begin scrolling down his contacts list before making a call. Never once allowing the woman to move from her position he impatiently waits for the person on the other end to pick up.
The voice on the other end of the line sounds groggy as though they've only just woken up but it really is no matter all that matters is that they have information that he wants. His deep brown eyes glancing down at the woman currently servicing his needs before he begins to speak.
Taeshawn: Your report was due in last night...
An angered look sweeps across his face, roughly pushing away the Latina he stand to his feet. Knowing that it won't help he still can't stop himself from pacing. A fire in his eyes and agression in his voice.
Taeshawn: Just how long did you lose her for?
Frustrated with the answer and not being able to get at the man on the other end who let him down, the tall man lashes out. His foot makes contact with a stool which is sent flying across the room. The noise of the impact waking the other two women in his bed at the moment. If he hadn't been in such a foul mood it may have been funny watching them jump up like the police were raiding the room but he was and they only served to irritate him more with their squawks.
Taeshawn: Damn it what am i paying you for? You can't keep track of a young woman and yet i'm paying you top money. Then you tell me about a car wreck. I swear if she's hurt it's your ass.
Yes he'd broken up with the beautiful colombian, but that was at the insistence of her father and godfather there would be no way in hell he'd really split from her. She was beautiful, humourous, she was going to be famous and she was already rich she was everything he wanted in a wife.
Taeshawn: Have someone pick me up at the airport i'll be on the next flight out... Or do you not think you can manage that?
Glancing in the mirror admiring his own chiseled jawline while running a brush over his freshly cut hair, he occasionally caught glimpses in the mirror of something entirely different. Something that had definitely served it's purpose up until about an hour ago. Three bodies lay entwined upon the extra large bed that dominated the large hotel suite. Well it was a given right, you never showed a hoe where you lived.
A carmel leg was draped across a creamy waist and at the bottom of the bed twisted in the satin sheets lay a latina. Coke whores what they wouldn't do for a few lines wasn't worth mentioning. The things he did with these women he'd never dream of subjecting his precious Cari too. Thoughts of her made him instantly hard, he had too much respect for her to treat her like one of these whores.
Damn he was going to have wake one of these b!tches up. He reached the sleeping latina first, she'd do. Fisting his hand in her hair he dragged her up slightly, the sight that met her half opened eyes let her know what he wanted and her supple lips set about the task. While the coke sl*t solved the problem in hand Taeshawn had other issues to deal with. One hand still balled in the curtain of brunette hair keeping the woman were she needed to be he fished his cell out of his pocket with the other.
Letting a growl of satisfaction purr in the back of his throat head thrown back slightly eyes half closed Taeshawn finally managed to begin scrolling down his contacts list before making a call. Never once allowing the woman to move from her position he impatiently waits for the person on the other end to pick up.
The voice on the other end of the line sounds groggy as though they've only just woken up but it really is no matter all that matters is that they have information that he wants. His deep brown eyes glancing down at the woman currently servicing his needs before he begins to speak.
Taeshawn: Your report was due in last night...
An angered look sweeps across his face, roughly pushing away the Latina he stand to his feet. Knowing that it won't help he still can't stop himself from pacing. A fire in his eyes and agression in his voice.
Taeshawn: Just how long did you lose her for?
Frustrated with the answer and not being able to get at the man on the other end who let him down, the tall man lashes out. His foot makes contact with a stool which is sent flying across the room. The noise of the impact waking the other two women in his bed at the moment. If he hadn't been in such a foul mood it may have been funny watching them jump up like the police were raiding the room but he was and they only served to irritate him more with their squawks.
Taeshawn: Damn it what am i paying you for? You can't keep track of a young woman and yet i'm paying you top money. Then you tell me about a car wreck. I swear if she's hurt it's your ass.
Yes he'd broken up with the beautiful colombian, but that was at the insistence of her father and godfather there would be no way in hell he'd really split from her. She was beautiful, humourous, she was going to be famous and she was already rich she was everything he wanted in a wife.
Taeshawn: Have someone pick me up at the airport i'll be on the next flight out... Or do you not think you can manage that?
