Inheritance

Chapter 31

There was a palpable pause within the small confines of the car before his large hand finally closed the distance and palmed my mound. I released a moan so loud and unrestrained, I was sure that the driver could hear it from just beyond the tinted glass. Unlike the previous time he had done it, Kendall's hand remained in place, while his fingers began to tease my slit through my thinly-lined thong.

"You feel so fucking wet, Sasha." His ego had clearly become inflated by the hastened onset of my arousal, but I was too distracted to humble him.

"Shut up." I countered, although the way his skillful hands continued to pleasure my heat had earned a few additional moans from me.

His finger, which had rose higher up my mound, pinched my clit. The pressure the action had caused was enough to get my body writhing against him. Both our heads were fixed on the thrusting of our pelvises together, as he simultaneously fingered me. Before I could talk myself out of escalating the situation, he pulled my panties to the side, providing the skin-to-skin contact I didn't know how badly I had been craving all this time. 

I stared up at him, taking notice of the way his lips sunk between his teeth. Even at a moment like this, I could tell that he was holding himself back again. Sexually. But I didn't want him to. I needed to see for myself just how much of a monster he truly was.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" He rolled his hips beneath me, and I let out a soft hiss, as I felt his length brush against my core. 

He readjusted my hips so that I sat directly over his crotch. His fingers profusely glided through my folds, collecting the pooling arousal as he motioned his fingers back and forth within my tunnel. Becoming increasingly frustrated with something I couldn't quite name, I rubbed my clit more aggressively against his hand. I wanted to know how his fingers felt inside me.

Brought so close to orgasming for the second time in my life, I could almost taste the euphoric pleasure building within. However, Kendall's erotic actions stopped just before I could chase the feeling, earning a childish whine from me. He chuckled in response, then pulled down my dress and removed me from his lap. 

Before I could question his actions, the door to his side of the vehicle opened, revealing the driver and the entrance to a fancy modern restaurant. 

Catching a better look at the establishment, I knew that I had heard of it before. Coco had mentioned it to me a number of times, claiming that it was a reclusive Greek restaurant where only the elite and wealthy could manage to secure a reservation. In that case, I wasn't surprised that the coveted few included him.

Kendall stepped out of the vehicle, then moved to my side of the car in order to open my door. When we advanced towards the front of the outdoor line, crowds of paparazzi were already mobilizing to sneak pictures of us.

"Kendall, Sasha! Are you two an item?"

"Does this dinner have something to do with Milton Co.?"

"Does this mean things are over between you and ex-NFL star Caleb Lavine?"

Kendall's jaw clenched at the mention of Caleb's name. His arm wrapped possessively around my waist, as he pressed me further into his side. When we made it past the main entrance, a host was already waiting to escort us to our seats.

"Mr. Fine, it's a pleasure to have you dine with us. Any preferences on where you and the lovely lady would like to sit?" The waiter flicked his head between Kendall and I, and I waited for his response.

"Take us somewhere private. Upstairs." He concluded, as the waiter nodded.

"I know just the place."

The waiter led us past the walkway filled with guests dining downstairs. Many looked our way, likely recognizing us from random tabloids or magazine headlines. However, I didn't miss the occasional stares of disgust, as older white men and women shook their heads in an array of disproval.

It seemed I had been so tunnel-visioned on my relationship with Kendall that I had allowed myself the delusion of forgetting a very clear distinction between the two of us. He was white and I was Black.

Although the western world had come a long way from its racist historical roots, some people still disapproved of the idea of Kendall and I being together. It didn't help that he was one of the most successful and eligible bachelors in New York city, meaning all eyes were constantly glued to whoever he dated. Always evaluating, assessing, and judging the compatibility of each of his prospective contenders. 

My only fault was being his first Black girl.

When I began to feel uncomfortable from the unwelcoming stares, Kendall seemed to take notice of my uneasiness. His hand switched possessively from my waist to wrist, lacing our fingers together. After advancing up the stairs, the waiter brought us to a private terrace, where only a few tables resided. I was pleased by the intimate arrangement because it meant that we would have some additional alone time together.

"Here you two are. Can I get you started with anything?" The waiter asked, as soon as we were seated.

"Two waters are fine." Kendall returned, though his eyes were quizzically analyzing my mental state.

"What's wrong?" He asked, taking his time to denote my bothered facial expression.

"The people downstairs were staring. You didn't notice?"

"I did. But, can you blame them? Look at you." He admitted, while his black irises bore into mine.

"No. That's not what I meant, Kendall." I chastised, wondering if he truly didn't understand.

Seeming to thoughtfully take in my words, he stared off to the side. He was so aesthetically pleasing, with his pink lips slightly parted and that smoldering look in his eyes. I wished I could take a picture of how perfect he looked without even trying. He was simply too handsome for his own good.

"Look Sasha, I know that you and I are...different. But, you mean the world to me. Promise me that if anyone ever says or does anything to make you uncomfortable, you'll let me know."

I could tell that he had taken the time to think about his words. I felt the honesty and intention behind them, which caused me to reward him with a smile. In the distant view of the city, a large Christmas tree caught my attention, reminding me that Marjorie would be coming into town this week.

"What are your plans for Christmas?" I asked, as he relaxed into his seat.

"Work." He replied shortly. All he seemed to do was work.

"Well, my family's having a small gathering and I want you to come. Scratch that, I'd really love for you to come, actually." I confessed, as the waiter returned with our waters.

"Anything for you."

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