It didn’t take as long as I thought it would after dropping Faith and Frank at my condo building. When we pulled up to my office building, I handed my dry cleaning ticket to my driver. I asked him to pick up my dry cleaning and bring them upstairs for me. He walked me to the elevator and left.
As I walked into my office suite, I saw everyone was busy doing something. I signaled to Brianna and Melody and went into my office. Going over the proposals that Brandi had left and other business, the afternoon went quickly. When I looked up from the last home listing that I was proofing, the clock read 6:15pm. I called Melody into the office. I told her that I would be in tomorrow about 2pm. We went over the business that needed to be done before I got in, what I wanted Brandi and Brianna to do and general office matters. I called my driver to let him know I would be coming downstairs and walked into my office closet. I went through the dry cleaning. I took out my Ellen Tracy outfit that consisted of a brown Leather Jacket, Modern Silk Blouse in Oyster beige and my Wide-Leg Pants in Sable (brown)/oyster (beige) tweed. I love Ellen Tracy. She is one of the few black designers that high – end stores carry clothes. I took out my La Perla Must-Have Push-Up Bra and my matching La Perla Must-Have Culottes underwear in beige. I then changed my bag from my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo to my Hogan Woody Media tote in shimmery sand. After switching bags, I put my undergarments and my Christian Dior Extreme Cutout Sandals in stone (silver) into my Gucci tote bag. I locked my Coach briefcase in my closet and gathered my cell phones to leave.
When I stepped off the elevator, my driver saw me coming and rushed to take my overnight bags. I smiled and thanked him as I got into the car. Once he had put the bags into the trunk, I gave him the address to The Marriott Marquis Hotel, as if he didn’t already know it, and asked him to pass me the car phone. I called the Marquis and asked for Justin’s room number. Justin picked up on the second ring, sounding anxious. Hello, my darling, I said into the receiver. I was happy to be going to see Justin but I hadn’t forgotten about my earlier frustration with him. Justin returned my greeting of happiness. He said that he had just ordered up my favorite fruit, strawberries and cherries. I laughed and before I could ask him, he told me that he had also requested extra whipped crème and Ace of Spade champagne, another favorite of mine. I asked him had he ordered up dinner because I was quite hungry. He took my order and told me to come straight upstairs, not to even stop and ask for the key. I didn’t think anything of it. My mind was full with thoughts of the fantastic fucking that would be going on after dinner.
When we pulled up in front of the hotel, I instructed my driver to pick me up at 1pm, tomorrow. I told him to enjoy his morning and that tomorrow would be an early day. He thanked me, popped open the trunk, helped me out of the car and then handed my luggage to the hotel’s bell boy. I walked with the bell boy to the elevator, gave him the floor number and we got on, as soon as the doors opened. My insides were starting to get jittery with anticipation. I knew that I had a long evening ahead of me. I had my safe sex bag and I was more than ready.
By the time the elevator stopped, I needed to take a shower. I had thoughts of Frank running through my mind as I rode up in the elevator. I was wondering what he was doing and if he had seen his girls. The shower would help to erase thoughts of Frank and his situation out of my head. The elevator doors opened and we stepped off. The bell boy knocked on the door, while I turned off my cell phones. Before Justin opened the door, I asked the bell boy to have the front desk ring the room at 12:30 the next afternoon. I wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to drag myself out of bed. Justin was a fantastic fuck partner. He had stamina like I hadn’t seen before. I was secretly hoping that he wasn’t catching those ‘female’ emotions and starting to get attached. Before, I had the chance to think about Justin’s feelings anymore, he opened the door. He reached pass the bell boy to hug me. In one swift movement, he lifted me off my feet as he pulled me into the hotel suite. I laughed and kissed him back before playfully hitting him on his shoulder to put me down. He laughed, kissed me again and then placed me back on the floor. Justin reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. He pulled a $20 out and handed it to the bell boy. The bell boy thanked him, turned and left. Justin made sure the bottom door was locked before turning his attention back to me. When he did, I saw the lust in his eyes. Maybe it was the way that he licked his lips as he looked at me. I thought that he sure had LL Cool J beat at his own signature move. Justin’s hazel eyes danced against the ray of sunlight that was pouring into the room. He walked to me and took me by my hand. Pulling me to him, I felt his 11 1/2 size dick start to get hard. I reached down and unzipped his pants, as we continued to kiss. His moaning was the pressure I needed to reach my hand in his pants and release his dick. I felt it growing in my hand as his breathing started to quicken. I wanted sex but I wanted to eat even more. I pulled myself out of his arms and dropped to my knees. Before I took him in my mouth, I asked if he had ordered up dinner. When he insisted that he had, I took him into my mouth. I started sucking his dick as if it was a lollipop. Justin took his belt a loose and unsnapped his pants. When I came off of the head of his dick, his pre-ejaculation was streaming from his dick to my mouth. I wiped it while Justin pulled his pants down to his ankles. I then started sucking on his head, again. I licked it and sucked the juice while he begged me to take the whole thing into my mouth. Then he started rubbing his hands through my hair. I took the head in slowly while playing with his balls. He moaned my name in desire. I took 10 inches into my mouth and then he was screaming for me to take the rest in. he started pushing my head a little faster while begging me to take it all. I opened my mouth wider and took all of him into it. He screamed and then I knew he was ready to cum. I eased up off of sucking his dick and slide it in between my titties. I had the head facing me, while he started screaming with desire. He was loving, fucking my titties. I rubbed them harder against his dick. I knew that he was ready to explode when he started fucking them faster and saying my name. He came all over my titties just as we heard the knock on the door. Justin said one moment, as he helped me up off of my knees. I smiled and kissed him, as I turned to go into the bathroom. I took a washcloth, wet it and wiped my mouth then my titties. I wet another washcloth and went back into the sitting room. Justin was sitting on the couch with his head laid back and his eyes closed.
I bent down and wiped his dick off. When I did that he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I just wanted him to get up so that he could go to the door and get dinner. I was past hungry at this point, I was starving. He stood, fixed his pants and went to open the door. I went back into the bathroom to run my bath water and to look at my dress. I had pulled it up over my head while I was sucking Justin’s dick. I wanted to check for any cum stains. I was glad I didn’t see any on it but my bra had stains all over it. I got my Gucci overnight bag and checked for my Woolite. I took it out of the bag, cut the water in the sink on, plugged the sink and poured some Woolite into it. I placed my bra in the sink to let it soak. When I put the Woolite back into my bag, I checked to make sure I had enough spermicide and condoms. After that explosion, Justin had, I knew that it was indeed going to be a long night. I smiled at myself in the mirror and checked my bath water. I wanted to make sure that my tub was full of bubbles. I was going to soak in that tub, alone. That I was sure of. I wanted my time before anything else kicked off between Justin and me.
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Monday, September 22, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
My Diary - Still at the Beginning
I got up and went into my dressing room. I wanted something easy, no frills but yet still sensual. I went to my Pucci section. I picked out my Emilio Pucci Border Dress. I wanted to skip putting on stockings today. So I decided to wear my Emilio Pucci Ballerina flats. Of course, being the name brand whore that I am, I had to complete the look, so I kept my hair pulled back into a ponytail and put my Emilio Pucci Printed-Arm Sunglasses in pink, on my head as a headband. I laughed at that thought, wasn’t that the whole idea of the hoe in the Saks bag. The bags were at my house, the same night that I had the fight down in the garage. I wonder if Frank’s wife was behind the ‘gifts’ left for me. If so, then how did she get into my condo? I’ll have to ask Frank to check on whether or not, Ralph had come to sign in two nights ago. Anyway, I went into my handbag section to look for the right bag. With my flats and ponytail, I wanted something that I could throw on my shoulder but felt right carrying in my hand. The best solution for me was my cherry Salvatore Ferragamo patent leather Gancio Lucchetto Hobo. Once, I had completed the transfer of my things from one bag to the next, I went into the living room.
My mother was helping Frank make a list of things he would need to get from his house. I sat down at the table with them. It felt odd to have my Mom in my house with Frank. Guess I’m kind of glad that he’s been sleeping in the den. The fact that Frank was staying in my home and could be sharing my bed was harder for me with my Mom than with my Dad. My Dad had always been easier with these types of things than my Mom was. I mean Dad had his traditional views about us sleeping together without being married but he respected my wishes and me. He pushed for me to become my own boss more than my Mom. She wanted me to get a stable job with a steady income. My younger brother lived his life as she wished. The only thing my little brother did that made her upset was move away to Westport, CT. She understood that his wife wanted to be closer to her parents to help raise the kids but short of having my Dad sell their home and relocate to Westport, she had a fit.
I went back to listening to them go over things he would need to do in his attempt to get the girls. It reminded me that I still had the card for the attorney Friend had recommended. I excused myself from the table and went to my office. I closed the door and then sat at my desk. I dialed the attorney from my computer and waited for an answer. When the receptionist came to the line I introduced myself and was told the attorney was expecting my call. I listened to the hold music while I waited. It was a brief second before a young lady came to the line. She introduced herself as ‘Samantha’. I looked at the card again and realized the card said “Sam” so I hadn’t thought about the gender of the attorney, I automatically assumed it to be male. I smiled knowing that Friend thought I would be more comfortable with a female. Either that or he didn’t trust another male to be in my presence. I looked down at my ring; I was still wearing it and glowed. I explained what had been going on and then told about this morning. She gasped when I told her about the head of the pig. She advised me to immediately come into her office. I told her that I had to go to the police station to answer some questions and then I would be headed into Manhattan. She suggested that I call her when I got a free moment while in Manhattan. We thought that it would be better to meet early tomorrow but she wanted to talk with me to confirm a time.
I hung up with her, feeling relieved. I felt that she would help me win my case against Frank’s wife. Looking at my right hand, I called Friend. He answered before the 1st ring had time to complete. I heard him excusing himself before he said hello. When he spoke to me, I could hear the warmth in his voice. I immediately thanked him for the very expensive gift of friendship. He sounded embarrassed as always, when I told him that he had spent too much on me. After we got through the formalities, I told him about earlier this morning. Before, I could finish he started cursing. I held the phone away from my ear until he stopped. When he had finished cursing, he apologized to me. He said that he felt his people weren’t working hard enough to find out who the person was that had rented the car under a false alias. I tried to calm him down but it was no use. After, he had winded down on his own, I told him about the detective that wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call him. I asked him to just have his lawyer call the detective and be his representative. I didn’t want his name associated to me or this crazy situation. He tried to reassure me that it was of no issue to him. I knew this and that’s what worried me. I didn’t want our relationship to become public knowledge. I didn’t want to be with him on a permanent basis. I told him that I had spoken to Samantha and I thanked him. He laughed at the way I emphasized ‘Samantha’. We talked, made arrangements to get together tomorrow and hung up.
I called Justin. I hoped that I was going to be able to catch him at a good time. When he answered he sounded agitated. I apologized and said I would call him later. “No, No, it’s not you. I just can’t stand incompetence”. “Oh” was all I could say. I told him that I was glad he was in the NY. He told me how he had been having wet dreams about me. This made my vagina start to get moist. I explained that I had some things to do before I would be headed into work. He said that he was staying at the The Marriott Marquis Hotel. So I told him that once I got everything finished I would come by. He emphasized that it would be good to see me. He also advised me to bring an overnight bag since he would be in the NY until tomorrow afternoon. I agreed. I thought it would be good to see him and be away from here. We talked until I heard Faith calling me. I told him, I had to go and that I would see him later. I hung up.
I basically ran into the living room. Faith and I hugged like we hadn’t seen each other in years. When we broke away, she told me that Frank had let her in on what was going on. She fussed at me for not telling her about my front door. In all the drama about the pig’s head, I had completely forgotten. I turned and asked Frank about that. He told me that while I was asleep he had dusted for fingerprints, lifted the prints he did find and had everything packed and ready to be dropped off. My mother said that she was going to stay with the housekeeper and wait for the building superintendent to come and change the locks. My Dad would come by later and pick her up. He was going to wait with my Mom, until Frank got home, before they would leave. I thanked her and explained that because I was going into work later than scheduled, I would stay late and work so that I could meet with my attorney in the morning. She assured me that it was no problem.
Faith asked Frank if his wife had been released. I was curious because I still didn’t know the answer to that. He said turning to me, that her bail had been denied pending psychiatric testing. Her defense was she was going through some things that were making her have psychological issues. I laughed at that. Psychological to say the least! My mother didn’t hold her tongue but stated that jail was too good for the lying, conniving bitch. When she said that we all just looked at each other and laughed. For my mother, cursing was definitely not the norm.
Frank suggested that we leave while it was still early so that we could get everything accomplished. We all kissed my mother and told her we’ll see her later. Well, they would, I wouldn’t, which reminded me to get my Gucci luggage. I figured that I would have my driver pick up my dry cleaning when I got into Manhattan. We all rode the elevator downstairs. When we stepped off the elevator, I saw Ralph standing in the building manager’s office. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled. I mouthed, “Fuck You” and knew that even if Ralph was found innocent from the investigation, I was moving. Frank saw him and grabbed my hand. When Ralph saw Frank looking in his direction, he turned around. Frank said that the detectives had requested a copy of the schedule and sign-ins, to see if Ralph was in the building. He assured me that they would be getting closer to the truth.
I knew from how tight Frank was holding my hand that he wanted to ask me about the ring. He didn’t say anything about it as he helped Faith and then me into the car. It was easy, it was a friendship ring and I was not promised to anyone. Faith sensed something was up and kneed me. I purposely didn’t look at her. I had to stifle my laughter. Faith, Hope and I had ways of communicating without speaking. The funny thing was Frank knew most of the gestures, too. This made it awfully hard to try and non - verbally communicate with him around. My driver pulled up to the police station. Before the driver could get out to open the door, Frank had gotten out and was helping us out of the car. As we walked up the stairs of the station, Frank keep me close to him. He guided me with one hand around my waist and the other hand held my elbow as we walked. Faith walked a little behind us. I knew without looking at her, that she had something to say. When we got inside, we didn’t have to go through the security check. Frank showed his badge and stated that we were with him. He asked the desk sergeant for the detective we were looking for. The desk sargeant pointed us into the direction of the detective’s office. The detective looked surprise to see us. Then I noticed his look of surprise was more for Faith than for Frank or me. Faith pushed past me and went to the detective’s arms. I looked at Frank and he looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. When Faith and the detective finished hugging, she turned to us. She introduced the detective as Steven Lee Knight. She said that they had dated for a brief moment before she got married. Then it came back to me. “Lee” was the married man that Faith had fallen in love with. He refused to leave him wife until his children had graduated from high school. Faith was devastated, then met and married her husband on the rebound. Frank offered to excuse us from the room so that they could catch up. Faith assured us that it wasn’t necessary and walked around the desk. She sat in a chair next to me. That was Frank’s and my cue to sit down. When we were all seated, I pulled 2 DVD’s out of my Hobo. I handed them to Detective Knight. I explained that one was a copy of Frank’s wife having sex with his cousin James and another unknown man. The other DVD was a copy of the messages that Frank’s wife had been leaving on my house phone. I told the detective that Frank’s wife had actually called me the morning after the fight. Frank looked at me. I explained that with everything going on, I didn’t think her call would matter much. Then without hesitation, I went into the details of me being followed, cut-off and then finally rammed from behind. I replayed every conversation with Ralph and even his grin this morning. The detective told Frank about the progress they were making in reviewing the tapes. Ralph had signed in on the day the Saks’ bags had mysteriously appeared in my apartment. However they were trying to enlarge some of the security tape frames from the stairways and the garage. He said that it could be a couple of weeks before they had everything fully analyzed. As we went to leave, Detective Knight asked if he could speak to me. Frank and Faith walked into the hallway. He told me that Friend’s attorney had called. Friend had offered his resources to work in collaboration with the police department. As we were talking a messenger was on his way to deliver what information Friend had. Detective Knight told me he understood why I was so special to Faith. It appeared from his conversation with the attorney, that someone thought that I was worth protecting. Seems the attorney and his client thought very highly of me. They said I was very honest and trustworthy. I didn't understand what my character had to do with the investigation but I thanked him, opened the door and left.
My mother was helping Frank make a list of things he would need to get from his house. I sat down at the table with them. It felt odd to have my Mom in my house with Frank. Guess I’m kind of glad that he’s been sleeping in the den. The fact that Frank was staying in my home and could be sharing my bed was harder for me with my Mom than with my Dad. My Dad had always been easier with these types of things than my Mom was. I mean Dad had his traditional views about us sleeping together without being married but he respected my wishes and me. He pushed for me to become my own boss more than my Mom. She wanted me to get a stable job with a steady income. My younger brother lived his life as she wished. The only thing my little brother did that made her upset was move away to Westport, CT. She understood that his wife wanted to be closer to her parents to help raise the kids but short of having my Dad sell their home and relocate to Westport, she had a fit.
I went back to listening to them go over things he would need to do in his attempt to get the girls. It reminded me that I still had the card for the attorney Friend had recommended. I excused myself from the table and went to my office. I closed the door and then sat at my desk. I dialed the attorney from my computer and waited for an answer. When the receptionist came to the line I introduced myself and was told the attorney was expecting my call. I listened to the hold music while I waited. It was a brief second before a young lady came to the line. She introduced herself as ‘Samantha’. I looked at the card again and realized the card said “Sam” so I hadn’t thought about the gender of the attorney, I automatically assumed it to be male. I smiled knowing that Friend thought I would be more comfortable with a female. Either that or he didn’t trust another male to be in my presence. I looked down at my ring; I was still wearing it and glowed. I explained what had been going on and then told about this morning. She gasped when I told her about the head of the pig. She advised me to immediately come into her office. I told her that I had to go to the police station to answer some questions and then I would be headed into Manhattan. She suggested that I call her when I got a free moment while in Manhattan. We thought that it would be better to meet early tomorrow but she wanted to talk with me to confirm a time.
I hung up with her, feeling relieved. I felt that she would help me win my case against Frank’s wife. Looking at my right hand, I called Friend. He answered before the 1st ring had time to complete. I heard him excusing himself before he said hello. When he spoke to me, I could hear the warmth in his voice. I immediately thanked him for the very expensive gift of friendship. He sounded embarrassed as always, when I told him that he had spent too much on me. After we got through the formalities, I told him about earlier this morning. Before, I could finish he started cursing. I held the phone away from my ear until he stopped. When he had finished cursing, he apologized to me. He said that he felt his people weren’t working hard enough to find out who the person was that had rented the car under a false alias. I tried to calm him down but it was no use. After, he had winded down on his own, I told him about the detective that wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call him. I asked him to just have his lawyer call the detective and be his representative. I didn’t want his name associated to me or this crazy situation. He tried to reassure me that it was of no issue to him. I knew this and that’s what worried me. I didn’t want our relationship to become public knowledge. I didn’t want to be with him on a permanent basis. I told him that I had spoken to Samantha and I thanked him. He laughed at the way I emphasized ‘Samantha’. We talked, made arrangements to get together tomorrow and hung up.
I called Justin. I hoped that I was going to be able to catch him at a good time. When he answered he sounded agitated. I apologized and said I would call him later. “No, No, it’s not you. I just can’t stand incompetence”. “Oh” was all I could say. I told him that I was glad he was in the NY. He told me how he had been having wet dreams about me. This made my vagina start to get moist. I explained that I had some things to do before I would be headed into work. He said that he was staying at the The Marriott Marquis Hotel. So I told him that once I got everything finished I would come by. He emphasized that it would be good to see me. He also advised me to bring an overnight bag since he would be in the NY until tomorrow afternoon. I agreed. I thought it would be good to see him and be away from here. We talked until I heard Faith calling me. I told him, I had to go and that I would see him later. I hung up.
I basically ran into the living room. Faith and I hugged like we hadn’t seen each other in years. When we broke away, she told me that Frank had let her in on what was going on. She fussed at me for not telling her about my front door. In all the drama about the pig’s head, I had completely forgotten. I turned and asked Frank about that. He told me that while I was asleep he had dusted for fingerprints, lifted the prints he did find and had everything packed and ready to be dropped off. My mother said that she was going to stay with the housekeeper and wait for the building superintendent to come and change the locks. My Dad would come by later and pick her up. He was going to wait with my Mom, until Frank got home, before they would leave. I thanked her and explained that because I was going into work later than scheduled, I would stay late and work so that I could meet with my attorney in the morning. She assured me that it was no problem.
Faith asked Frank if his wife had been released. I was curious because I still didn’t know the answer to that. He said turning to me, that her bail had been denied pending psychiatric testing. Her defense was she was going through some things that were making her have psychological issues. I laughed at that. Psychological to say the least! My mother didn’t hold her tongue but stated that jail was too good for the lying, conniving bitch. When she said that we all just looked at each other and laughed. For my mother, cursing was definitely not the norm.
Frank suggested that we leave while it was still early so that we could get everything accomplished. We all kissed my mother and told her we’ll see her later. Well, they would, I wouldn’t, which reminded me to get my Gucci luggage. I figured that I would have my driver pick up my dry cleaning when I got into Manhattan. We all rode the elevator downstairs. When we stepped off the elevator, I saw Ralph standing in the building manager’s office. When he looked up and saw me, he smiled. I mouthed, “Fuck You” and knew that even if Ralph was found innocent from the investigation, I was moving. Frank saw him and grabbed my hand. When Ralph saw Frank looking in his direction, he turned around. Frank said that the detectives had requested a copy of the schedule and sign-ins, to see if Ralph was in the building. He assured me that they would be getting closer to the truth.
I knew from how tight Frank was holding my hand that he wanted to ask me about the ring. He didn’t say anything about it as he helped Faith and then me into the car. It was easy, it was a friendship ring and I was not promised to anyone. Faith sensed something was up and kneed me. I purposely didn’t look at her. I had to stifle my laughter. Faith, Hope and I had ways of communicating without speaking. The funny thing was Frank knew most of the gestures, too. This made it awfully hard to try and non - verbally communicate with him around. My driver pulled up to the police station. Before the driver could get out to open the door, Frank had gotten out and was helping us out of the car. As we walked up the stairs of the station, Frank keep me close to him. He guided me with one hand around my waist and the other hand held my elbow as we walked. Faith walked a little behind us. I knew without looking at her, that she had something to say. When we got inside, we didn’t have to go through the security check. Frank showed his badge and stated that we were with him. He asked the desk sergeant for the detective we were looking for. The desk sargeant pointed us into the direction of the detective’s office. The detective looked surprise to see us. Then I noticed his look of surprise was more for Faith than for Frank or me. Faith pushed past me and went to the detective’s arms. I looked at Frank and he looked at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. When Faith and the detective finished hugging, she turned to us. She introduced the detective as Steven Lee Knight. She said that they had dated for a brief moment before she got married. Then it came back to me. “Lee” was the married man that Faith had fallen in love with. He refused to leave him wife until his children had graduated from high school. Faith was devastated, then met and married her husband on the rebound. Frank offered to excuse us from the room so that they could catch up. Faith assured us that it wasn’t necessary and walked around the desk. She sat in a chair next to me. That was Frank’s and my cue to sit down. When we were all seated, I pulled 2 DVD’s out of my Hobo. I handed them to Detective Knight. I explained that one was a copy of Frank’s wife having sex with his cousin James and another unknown man. The other DVD was a copy of the messages that Frank’s wife had been leaving on my house phone. I told the detective that Frank’s wife had actually called me the morning after the fight. Frank looked at me. I explained that with everything going on, I didn’t think her call would matter much. Then without hesitation, I went into the details of me being followed, cut-off and then finally rammed from behind. I replayed every conversation with Ralph and even his grin this morning. The detective told Frank about the progress they were making in reviewing the tapes. Ralph had signed in on the day the Saks’ bags had mysteriously appeared in my apartment. However they were trying to enlarge some of the security tape frames from the stairways and the garage. He said that it could be a couple of weeks before they had everything fully analyzed. As we went to leave, Detective Knight asked if he could speak to me. Frank and Faith walked into the hallway. He told me that Friend’s attorney had called. Friend had offered his resources to work in collaboration with the police department. As we were talking a messenger was on his way to deliver what information Friend had. Detective Knight told me he understood why I was so special to Faith. It appeared from his conversation with the attorney, that someone thought that I was worth protecting. Seems the attorney and his client thought very highly of me. They said I was very honest and trustworthy. I didn't understand what my character had to do with the investigation but I thanked him, opened the door and left.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My Diary - The Beginning
When we were outside, we made arrangements to get together on Sunday. I hugged and kissed them both. Getting into the car, I again realized the time and how tired I was. When I took my Sidekick out of my bag, I saw that I had 4 messages from Justin. The first message talked about how he missed me. The second message stated that he would wait for me to call back. The third message said that he had to come to the NY for business tomorrow. The fourth message said that he wanted to see me tomorrow afternoon. I thought it was perfect. I could go over listings with Frank in the morning, go to work and then meet with Justin, afterwards.
When we pulled up to my condo building, my driver helped me out of the car. He insisted on walking me to the elevator and making sure that I got on safely. I didn’t argue because I still didn’t know Frank’s wife incarceration status and Friend told me that whoever had been stalking me was still out there. I thanked him for everything, told him what time I needed him for tomorrow and got on the elevator. I was happy to be home. I did think that because of everything that was going on, maybe I needed to put my condo on the market and find something else. I would discuss it with Friend tomorrow before making a decision. The elevator stopped on my floor and I stepped off. It was still good to be home.
I turned the key in the door and heard a click. I turned the key again and the key broke. I then started knocking on the door. I couldn’t believe that my key had broken in the door. Frank came to the door and opened it. I showed him the part of the key that was in my hand. He rubbed his eyes and took the key. I knew that he was still sleepy. I threw my bags down and went into the kitchen. I poured Frank a glass of orange juice, then poured a shot of Ciroq in it and gave it to him. He drank it. The taste was what he needed to help wake him up. He handed the glass back to me. I sat it on the counter as he looked at the door. The frown on his face let me know he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
As he went back into his room to get something, I picked up my things to take them into my room. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. That surprised me. I would think that after the lovemaking from earlier, I would be drained. I unpacked my Gucci luggage so that I could sit them by the front door. I didn’t want to forget to take them back to the office. I cut the lights on in my dressing room. As I bent to put my shoes back in the Burberry Section, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bags from Sabrina. I carried them into my bedroom and went back into my dressing room. Then I realized that something didn’t smell right. I didn’t know why I hadn’t smelled it before. I started sniffing my nose and looking around.
I didn’t see where the smell was coming from. I walked back into my bedroom and the smell was in there. I looked under my bed and still didn’t see anything. I made a mental note to call the building superintendent later this morning. I opened one of the Saks bag and there was a hoe in it. I didn’t understand what was going on but I opened the next bag and there was a butcher’s knife in it. I didn’t take it out; I didn’t want to touch it. That didn’t stop me from looking in the other bags. The bags contained strands of black hair, a dress that appeared to be ripped and a box. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. Inside of the box was something covered by tissue paper, the smell was horrible. I opened the tissue paper and screamed. Frank came running into my bedroom. I was already in my bathroom throwing up. Between the box and the smell, I felt sick to my stomach. Frank came into the bathroom and pulled my hair back. I was still on the floor with my head over the toilet. Frank asked me what was wrong. I just pointed to my bedroom, as I continued to throw up. Frank went back into my bedroom. The next thing I heard was him scream, “What the hell!” Then he started a string of cussing. I stood up and flushed the toilet. Frank was right by my side. He wet a washcloth and then started wiping my mouth. I held my hair back and allowed him. Frank asked me when had I received the package. I told him that it had come last night or because it was now a new day, the night before. I told him how when we came upstairs after the fight, the bags were in my room. I thought Sabrina had left them and he had forgotten to tell me. He said that he never saw the bags or Sabrina. I explained to him that they were on my bed and I just moved them into my dressing room. Once, he felt I was okay; he went back into my bedroom. I started brushing my teeth as I heard him call 911. Then he called the building security. He was screaming at them. When I finished I walked back into my bedroom. He was stripping my bed and had already opened the windows. I smiled because Frank always knew what I liked. The smell made me throw up again. I didn’t make it back into the bathroom, now there was vomit all over my hardwood floors. Frank came to me and started lifting my dress over my head. He reached in the back of me, unsnapped my bra and then pulled my panties down. I lifted my legs to step out of my panties. He then lifted me and carried me into my bathroom. He sat me on the toilet while he reached in my shower and turned the hot water on. He told me to get in the shower and relax. He said that the police and security would be here any minute now. Frank instructed me to put on the loungewear that he would sit on my ottoman in my bathroom. Then after I got dressed to come into the living room. He would clean up the mess, change my sheets and I wouldn’t have to do anything. I would have kissed him, if I didn’t smell or taste like vomit.
When we pulled up to my condo building, my driver helped me out of the car. He insisted on walking me to the elevator and making sure that I got on safely. I didn’t argue because I still didn’t know Frank’s wife incarceration status and Friend told me that whoever had been stalking me was still out there. I thanked him for everything, told him what time I needed him for tomorrow and got on the elevator. I was happy to be home. I did think that because of everything that was going on, maybe I needed to put my condo on the market and find something else. I would discuss it with Friend tomorrow before making a decision. The elevator stopped on my floor and I stepped off. It was still good to be home.
I turned the key in the door and heard a click. I turned the key again and the key broke. I then started knocking on the door. I couldn’t believe that my key had broken in the door. Frank came to the door and opened it. I showed him the part of the key that was in my hand. He rubbed his eyes and took the key. I knew that he was still sleepy. I threw my bags down and went into the kitchen. I poured Frank a glass of orange juice, then poured a shot of Ciroq in it and gave it to him. He drank it. The taste was what he needed to help wake him up. He handed the glass back to me. I sat it on the counter as he looked at the door. The frown on his face let me know he wasn’t happy with what he saw.
As he went back into his room to get something, I picked up my things to take them into my room. Even though it was late, I wasn’t tired. That surprised me. I would think that after the lovemaking from earlier, I would be drained. I unpacked my Gucci luggage so that I could sit them by the front door. I didn’t want to forget to take them back to the office. I cut the lights on in my dressing room. As I bent to put my shoes back in the Burberry Section, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bags from Sabrina. I carried them into my bedroom and went back into my dressing room. Then I realized that something didn’t smell right. I didn’t know why I hadn’t smelled it before. I started sniffing my nose and looking around.
I didn’t see where the smell was coming from. I walked back into my bedroom and the smell was in there. I looked under my bed and still didn’t see anything. I made a mental note to call the building superintendent later this morning. I opened one of the Saks bag and there was a hoe in it. I didn’t understand what was going on but I opened the next bag and there was a butcher’s knife in it. I didn’t take it out; I didn’t want to touch it. That didn’t stop me from looking in the other bags. The bags contained strands of black hair, a dress that appeared to be ripped and a box. I took the box out of the bag and opened it. Inside of the box was something covered by tissue paper, the smell was horrible. I opened the tissue paper and screamed. Frank came running into my bedroom. I was already in my bathroom throwing up. Between the box and the smell, I felt sick to my stomach. Frank came into the bathroom and pulled my hair back. I was still on the floor with my head over the toilet. Frank asked me what was wrong. I just pointed to my bedroom, as I continued to throw up. Frank went back into my bedroom. The next thing I heard was him scream, “What the hell!” Then he started a string of cussing. I stood up and flushed the toilet. Frank was right by my side. He wet a washcloth and then started wiping my mouth. I held my hair back and allowed him. Frank asked me when had I received the package. I told him that it had come last night or because it was now a new day, the night before. I told him how when we came upstairs after the fight, the bags were in my room. I thought Sabrina had left them and he had forgotten to tell me. He said that he never saw the bags or Sabrina. I explained to him that they were on my bed and I just moved them into my dressing room. Once, he felt I was okay; he went back into my bedroom. I started brushing my teeth as I heard him call 911. Then he called the building security. He was screaming at them. When I finished I walked back into my bedroom. He was stripping my bed and had already opened the windows. I smiled because Frank always knew what I liked. The smell made me throw up again. I didn’t make it back into the bathroom, now there was vomit all over my hardwood floors. Frank came to me and started lifting my dress over my head. He reached in the back of me, unsnapped my bra and then pulled my panties down. I lifted my legs to step out of my panties. He then lifted me and carried me into my bathroom. He sat me on the toilet while he reached in my shower and turned the hot water on. He told me to get in the shower and relax. He said that the police and security would be here any minute now. Frank instructed me to put on the loungewear that he would sit on my ottoman in my bathroom. Then after I got dressed to come into the living room. He would clean up the mess, change my sheets and I wouldn’t have to do anything. I would have kissed him, if I didn’t smell or taste like vomit.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My Diary - Still at the Beginning
When we arrived at my office building, I was glad to be at work. I knew that my day was going to be busy. I had the real estate agent coming in at 10am for the written warning. Although, my agents worked for commission, I paid them a draw payment each week. That meant they would receive a check and at the end of the month, their commission check would be issued minus any payments they had received over the month. Well, because he hadn’t been coming in, his draw was overdrawn. Since I'm the drawer, I had to hire a new agent because of his missing open houses and not following up with potential clients. I am real serious about my agents’ professionalism. Every thing they do or don’t do reflects back on me. The agency is in my name and I worked hard to get my own brokerage. When Brandi came in to tell me that the agent had I arrived, I asked her to have Brianna come in along with the receptionist. I normally like to have witnesses to the write-ups, this protects me. I try to sit them strategically to have the agent not feel threatened and become defensive. When he walked into the office he was very hostile at first but after we talked and I showed him his attendance calendar, his missed appointments and his goal, he relaxed. We discussed that one of his professional goals were to eventually own his brokerage. Once we went through what was still needed to accomplish this, he thanked me. He informed me that he had gotten so happy with the checks he had made that he had become complacent. I knew that it’s easy for that to happen. A lot of agents make between $30,000 - $40,000 a month and they get happy with that and don’t strive for more. I was happy with the outcome of this write-up. When he left; my staff when over the meeting, dissecting how it was handled. We discussed what could have been done to have made it go smoother and faster. We talked about the positive issues that were brought up. When I looked at the clock we had just enough time to eat before the first settlement. While the receptionist typed up the notes from the meeting, Brianna filed the write up and Brandi set up the conference room for the 1st scheduled settlement. I called to have lunch delivered to us. When lunch arrived, I sat with everyone in the break room. It allowed me to talk with the rest of the staff. I think my being involved with them helps to boost the morale. It was just as good for me because it gave me something else to focus on, other than my life. I listened and laughed at what my employees were saying. I finished eating and helped to clean up. We had just gotten finished when the attorneys started to arrive. I showed them into the conference room and then excused myself. I walked through my office and into my private bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my hands. Before going into the conference room, I checked my messages. Nothing from Friend and 2 messages from Justin. I grabbed my Sidekick to text Justin real quick. I told him that I missed him and would call him in between settlements. I didn’t wait for his response but went straight into the conference room.
The rest of the day went without any snags. I was going over some properties when Friend called. I immediately stopped looking at the houses to take his call. He told me to meet him at the Trump International Hotel and Tower. He was in our usual room, the Executive Park View Suite. He knew that I loved it there. The view of Central Park from the ceiling to floor windows was to die for. I told him that I had plans to meet Faith and Hope that night. I asked if he could give me an hour and I would be there. He said he would order up fruit and drinks. I laughed and told him if he ordered up alcohol, I would want something more than fruit but light to eat. He agreed and knowing Friend like I did, I knew he wouldn’t disappoint me. I hung up, went into my private bathroom and opened my closet. I kept emergency outfits at work. I never knew when I would need to change or be prepared to go away on a minute’s notice. I took out my Alexander McQueen Draped Jersey Dress, my Christian Louboutin Mary Jane Platform shoes in black, my black Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch purse, my Badgley Mischka Fragrance and my Dolce & Gabbana Eva Push-Up Bra & Thong set. I packed everything into my Gucci Tote/Messenger and Garment Bag. When I was finished packing, I carried my bags into my office. I called downstairs to have my driver come up to collect the bags and put them in the trunk. I then called the Ocean Jewel’s restaurant in Flushing to make dinner reservations. Once, that was completed I was ready to go. I went into the outer office to speak with my assistants before leaving. Brianna was on the phone and Brandi confirmed that I didn’t have anything going on with real estate before 2pm,tomorrow. I thanked Brandi, told Brianna to call me later and left.
The rest of the day went without any snags. I was going over some properties when Friend called. I immediately stopped looking at the houses to take his call. He told me to meet him at the Trump International Hotel and Tower. He was in our usual room, the Executive Park View Suite. He knew that I loved it there. The view of Central Park from the ceiling to floor windows was to die for. I told him that I had plans to meet Faith and Hope that night. I asked if he could give me an hour and I would be there. He said he would order up fruit and drinks. I laughed and told him if he ordered up alcohol, I would want something more than fruit but light to eat. He agreed and knowing Friend like I did, I knew he wouldn’t disappoint me. I hung up, went into my private bathroom and opened my closet. I kept emergency outfits at work. I never knew when I would need to change or be prepared to go away on a minute’s notice. I took out my Alexander McQueen Draped Jersey Dress, my Christian Louboutin Mary Jane Platform shoes in black, my black Christian Louboutin Pleated Leather Clutch purse, my Badgley Mischka Fragrance and my Dolce & Gabbana Eva Push-Up Bra & Thong set. I packed everything into my Gucci Tote/Messenger and Garment Bag. When I was finished packing, I carried my bags into my office. I called downstairs to have my driver come up to collect the bags and put them in the trunk. I then called the Ocean Jewel’s restaurant in Flushing to make dinner reservations. Once, that was completed I was ready to go. I went into the outer office to speak with my assistants before leaving. Brianna was on the phone and Brandi confirmed that I didn’t have anything going on with real estate before 2pm,tomorrow. I thanked Brandi, told Brianna to call me later and left.
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