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Author’s Notes

Wow! When I say this moved fast!

Zoooom!

I was exhilarated watching this whole chapter in my head, and my fingers couldn’t type fast enough.

I actually didn’t know what was going to happen before it happened, and when it happened the way it did happen… Oh my Gawd!

Please share your thoughts, and, of course, I’d love to know how much trouble you think Tori is in now.

And how many pounds is a crap ton? Cause yeah, that was what I was thinking.

Talk about messing your personal life up more.

And in the heck will this be a happy ending? Whew Chile

As usual… enjoy and happy reading. Your Author, Sylvia Hubbard

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Chapter 8 – Coming In

Tori was vibrating with joy after lunch with Mrs. Cosgrove. First, the older woman chose this exceptional, quaint Bistro on the east side, not too far from where she lived.

Never having heard of the small plated restaurant, Tori was skeptical. New joints popped up in Detroit all the time, and the ambiance was great, but the food was usually subpar. Detroiters were particularly discerning about what they ate, and if a place wasn’t serving the quality they were accustomed to, the business didn’t last long.
Yet, this restaurant’s food was very satisfying, and she enjoyed both the food and the experience with Mrs. Cosgrove.
Seated at the table were the president of The Detroit Area on Aging, a representative from the City’s Senior Department, which was also responsible for elderly events in the City, and a Wayne State expert on aging. Mrs. Cosgrove demanded that Tori hand out her business card, and the conversation began around the City’s needs and what businesses could do to help out seniors.
Tori couldn’t believe she was there, listening to these City’s geriatric experts speak, and that they listened to her about her projections and opinions as if she were the equivalent of EF Hutton. Right after leaving lunch, she wanted to find Shawn and throw her arms around his neck and thank him for this opportunity because without him, she wouldn’t have been able to get this invitation. Yet at the same time, she felt twenty times more guilty for sleeping with middle brother and allowing his older brother to fondle her.
Dear lawd! What was she turning into? Some manipulative harlot!
Like her sister.
The thought gave her a tension headache.
She couldn’t very well call her sister out on it if she was also doing the same thing. Yet, from what she surmised from Norman, Malea was doing everything for greed, while Tori was doing everything for her project.
But a project that was going to make her a crap ton of money, so what was the difference?
Conflicted, Tori decided to get her mind off things and drop into the art market, where her work was displayed, and check in with the seller, who was very happy to see her. After Mrs. Cosgrove purchased two rugs, a lot of her other designs were flying off the rack. People were coming through and looking at her designs, and bidding had started to take place. Tori arranged to have some pieces that she had kept at home picked up and brought to the market, and the seller was delighted.
Tori was grateful for this bump in her work and encouraged to create more, but that guilt about deceiving Shawn weighed heavily on her soul.
And it didn’t help that when she pulled up to her home, Kevin Carter was leaning against his monstrous Hummer at the beginning of her driveway. He was wearing Carhartt utility work pants, Timberlands, and a long-sleeve, thick shirt. It was still quite chilly in the air for Detroit, but he was dressed appropriately for work, both inside and out. He had a thicker shadow of hair over his face to show he probably hadn’t shaved since their dinner, and probably didn’t shave unless there was a special occasion. Since she knew he was a mechanic, it was likely that he had come from work, washed the day’s dirt off his hands and face, and then come over to her. Since he was a light-skinned African American man, she could imagine dirt and grime stuck to him and all his brothers, who were just as light.
Still, Kevin was ruggedly handsome. While Duncan was larger and had a military background, Kevin had the tough features of the family, having lived through two tours of war, battled bare-knuckled fistfights at night in his free time, and probably ate twenty raw eggs for breakfast. He wielded sarcasm and cynicism with a touch of irritation in his face, naturally, since she’d known him, but as a grown woman, and her growing sexual attraction to him, this did not bother her anymore.
She, on the other hand, was dressed in a burgundy business skirt and jacket, paired with a soft pink shirt and burgundy flats to complement her outfit. She’d pulled her two-strand twists in a tight ponytail for her meeting, not wanting her black hair to cause a distraction. She found that toning down her looks and features gave people a sense that she posed no threat.
Even though the older brother said they would speak later, she wasn’t mentally ready for the conversation. “Kevin, I really don’t-“
“What you want and what has to happen between us doesn’t matter, Tori,” he said, cutting her off. “There are things you should know, and I’m here to get everything straightened out.”
She was reluctant to invite him into her home, and when he made no effort to demand it, she relaxed a bit—talking in front of the house where the neighbors could see them didn’t bother her. It was midday and most of her tenants were at work. The rest of the neighborhood, she really didn’t care about.
Plus, he was standing with his arms crossed, which helped ease her tension about him touching her like he had done the night before.
The thought made her shiver because she wanted to hate what he had done, but knew her body had enjoyed every damn nanosecond of his titillation. And her body was reacting already to his proximity, wanting what he did to her again.
“The Norman bit or the prank you did when I was only a child?” she questioned.
“Sixteen-year-olds aren’t children. They are third-brain confused, unsure, selfish, and partially innocent adults,” he responded. “And you were practically drooling over Shawn and ignoring all the signs that, at the time, he wasn’t into you. And I was angry at you. You didn’t understand what your father did for my mother – what he did for us. She was a different person when she was with your father and not some cruel woman who hated her sons because they constantly reminded her of the man who gave her three babies, but she could never be with him. Being with your father made her happy, but then she’d turn around and be miserable when she was away from him because she couldn’t figure you out. You were a mean bitch to her, and I want you to admit it.”
The tumultuous relationship Kevin had with his mother is still reflected in his personality and significantly shaped the rest of the brothers. His words had given Tori insight into their harsh reality, and knowing what she did had not brought them peace; it had only weighed her down further about the past she wanted to forget. “I was,” she said easily.
Her confession seemed to shock him. Almost deflated him. He had really come for an argument as if she was going to deny or defend herself, but Tori knew he was right.
Knowing she’d knocked the wind out of him, she continued, “I know my actions were selfish and mean, and the sad part of it all is that if I had to do it all over again, I know that the old Tori would still do the same things. I was the mean, selfish, spoiled daddy’s girl because I really did want my dad all to myself – even from my own sister. Up until my father died, I never gave any woman any chance to be with him because I’m a possessive, needy bitch, which is probably why I can’t have a healthy relationship with another man. I don’t blame you for hating me, but at the same time, I hope you can see little by little we can all heal from it.”
“Tori!” he exclaimed, starting to pace in front of her. “What the fuck are you saying?” His one arm squeezed his whole body in frustration because she believed this wasn’t what he was expecting.
“The truth about me, Kevin. I’ve decided to live my life alone so I don’t hurt anyone else.”
He stopped pacing in front of her. “So you’re just planning to die of old age and a lot of fucking cats hoping everyone fucking forgets you?”
“Pretty much, and the work that I leave helps people,” she resigned. “Why are you so angry? Because it wasn’t what you thought you’d hear from me?”
“Yes… fuck! Tori, I came over here to hate you. Fucking HATE YOU! And tell you to your fucking face what a selfish bitch you were and could still possibly be.”
For some reason, she wasn’t insulted by his words or scared of his anger. As usual, she found herself teasing him. “I’m only selfish. I don’t think I’m the bitch part anymore, Kevin.”
“This is not fucking funny, woman! You don’t know what you took from my mother.”
Sighing, she apologized. “You’re right. Malea said some things to me. And there are possibly journals my dad has that will reflect me in a horrible light, but I don’t want to search for them because I already know what I did and the horrible person I was. My father broke your mother’s heart on my account, and I shouldn’t have let him. Even paying for all your mother’s expenses after her death can’t make up for it, but it was his money he left me-“
“SHUT UP, LIAR!” he bellowed, punching his fist into his other palm, and there was this vicious darkening in his eyes as he glared at her. “You’re fucking lying!”
An alarm in her gut made her apprehensive about facing Kevin in this state. He was visibly angry. Almost red, she chose her following words carefully. “I have the receipts, Kevin,” she spoke softly. “Why would I lie about that to your face?”
“Because you’d do anything to make things work out your way, Tori. You want things always to go your way. You get everything!” He continuously punched his fist in his other hand at each point, making it harder and harder. “And everyone else gets nothing, and I’m fucking tired of knowing you never get hurt! I need you to hurt! I need you to fucking lose everything so things can be right.”
Tori put her hand on her stomach to quell her fear. “I can show you,” she spoke slowly, nervously taking out her phone and accessing her credit card account to display the hospital bill payment and mortgage payment transactions. She’d done all of it on the same day, so it was easy to see.
Kevin snatched her phone and looked at what she had on her screen. “Bitch!” he snarled and then suddenly leaped over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her against the passenger door of the Hummer, knocking the breath out of her. “You think this is going to fucking make up for what you fucking did to us?”
Tori couldn’t understand why he was still mad. Breathlessly, she answered, “No, Kevin! I don’t. I did it because it’s what my dad would have done. I didn’t want forgiveness. I just wanted to be forgotten.” She winced painfully because he didn’t take the pressure off her shoulders. “And I felt it wasn’t her sons’ fault she died in debt. Ouch! You’re hurting me, Kevin!”
He immediately released her and started pacing in front of her like a wild animal trying to decide whether to play with his food or tear her to shreds.
Tori rubbed her shoulders, feeling the soreness from his touch, and worried that facing him alone was a bad decision, given his current anger.
His hands furiously clawed at his hair as if he had to use them for something or end up using them on her. “You’re a vicious, manipulative bitch that would say anything to get out of what you deserve!”
“I probably could be manipulative right now, but all I have is the truth,” she assuaged him, too terrified to move from where he had shoved her. “I didn’t know all the stuff you guys were going through. Hell, I didn’t even care to know how much my father loved your mother. All I cared about was me and what I wanted at the time. And it was wrong. It’s probably why I also split the money my father left me with my sister, even though he left everything to me.”
“That was two hundred thousand dollars in debt my mother had accrued. Why didn’t you tell us what you did?”
“Why would I have? I wanted things to be forgotten quietly, and if you didn’t have her debt weighing you guys down, maybe you could forget me and how I made her miserable.”
Kevin came back to her and slammed his fist against the door, on both sides of her, leaning over her with those dark eyes, shooting daggers into her soul.
She should be scared for her life, but she wasn’t because behind that, she saw a confliction briefly as if he was torn about something – about her.
Sneering, he declared, “I’m not fucking forgiving you, Tori.”
“I’m not asking that of you, Kevin.” Hesitantly, to help calm him down, she raised her hand to his tense face. This one gesture connected her to him, deeply sweeping her up in the anger, confusion, and sexual intensity running through his blood. Her palm could feel his racing heart, and her spirit could feel the intensity of his emotions. For some reason, she wished she could crawl inside his soul and kiss every memory of pain and frustration away. “I’m asking you to forget me. It won’t matter that no one cares about me anymore. I don’t want to be remembered for anything. I want to build my father’s legacy and go away.”
“But I can’t forget you. Not after… fuck you, Tori. I shouldn’t have… last night, but yesterday… Fuck YOU!” His mouth suddenly pressed over hers, forcing her lips wide open, and his entire tongue seemed to jam down her throat.
Tori couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter because she kissed him back with just as much force, knowing her whole face was going to be sore. Her hands now clawed at his shoulders, neck, and back, pulling him more, urging him to go as hard as he wanted. And Kevin answered her need as his arms cupped under her ass, raising her off the ground, still pressing her against the door of his Hummer. The metal squealed at the pressure, but they didn’t care as their mouths violently fought, their teeth bumped, and they tried to suckle each other’s essences from the bowels of their souls.
Gawd! What the hell was she doing?!
Pushing with all her might on his shoulders while at the same time wrenching her body from his grip, she almost fell to the ground, but caught herself and moved away from being pinned to the vehicle. Kevin started to follow her and pull her to him, but she yanked her arm away.
“NO!” she hissed. “I’m not doing this with you. I was just with your brother. BOTH BROTHERS?! You’re all driving me crazy, or was this the point? Does this make you happy seeing me sexually frustrated out of my mind, because I can’t stop wanting to fuck all of you?”
Kevin took another step towards her, but she took a step back, retrieving her keys so she could enter her house.
“Stop it!” she ordered.
He didn’t move, but that libidinous, intense look, still filled with anger, was in his eyes. “I need to fuck you, Tori.”
“No, you don’t. You need therapy. And I need a fifth of gin and maybe some Xanax.”
Kevin stepped back slightly and looked away from her, and she put her guard down, but that had been a ploy on his part, as he then yanked her to him again, and dammit! His kisses! This time, she was molded to his body so hard that she could feel his steel bulge on her stomach; all the while, his tongue was desecrating all her resolves, morals, and inhibitions. Did she have to kiss him back? Yes! She did. And she had to growl and groan cause he brought some deep, sated, animalistic side out of her, and the more he kissed her, the more she wanted. Her leg came up, and he helped her wrap it around his body, hoisting her up and walking to her house as they continued to kiss. He pressed her against the door of her home, cupped her face, using only his knee to hold her up. “I’m going to fuck you so hard I’m going to fucking break you, Tori,” he promised.
This should have petrified her, but she jammed her key in the door and pulled his face back to hers to kiss him some more.
“Fucking break me, Kevin,” she said between salacious kisses.
He turned the lock on the door, and they only made it to the floor of her foyer, tearing off their clothes. She heard the door being kicked closed, but Tori was so out of it.
She only got her skirt bunched up and her panties pushed to the side. By that time, he had shoved off his pants and only pulled down his underwear to reveal his eight inches of hardened lust. She reached up and grabbed him by his phallus, pulling him down to his knees and guiding him into her womanhood.
Kevin lifted her hips, dragged them up on his lap, and jammed his shaft repeatedly into her like his life depended on it. She was already dripping with a thick secretion that coated the base of his manhood and caked his dark brown hairs between his legs. Her vagina was making sloppy sounds, and his strokes only made her wetter until she was sloshing, and soon it felt like a fucking raging river was flowing out of her, causing a licentious puddle under them. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, mindless in pleasure, Tori could feel her ass wet and slick from her juices, and she relished every hard stroke, waiting for her soul to crack.
He ripped her blouse open and tore off her bra. He grabbed at her breast, gripping them like a gear shift and using them as a guide to twist her partially so his shaft could find new strokes to give her. She was a witless slut loving his animalistic roughness and feeling his cock get thicker and thicker inside of her. She was coming in ten thousand different ways. Her juices were now shooting over his chest and face.
“Imma fucking coming, Tori!” he announced as if he were trying to fight it. She lecherously gyrated her hips, more ready to receive him. “I’m fucking coming in yyyyooooouuuu.” All the while he spoke, she could feel his vin ordinaire rage into the back of her pelvis in one hard, deep stroke that she thought honestly broke her. And she didn’t care.
Kevin let her body slide off his lap to the wet floor and then collapsed on top of her as if she had won. He murmured, “You fucking bitch.”
She almost giggled because his mouth had perfectly fallen on a breast, and when he called her a bitch, his lips tickled her nipple.
Most likely, after all this, there would be bruises on the outside and the inside of her from Kevin, and Tori would love each and every one of them.
And she wanted more.
 

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