The Fabulous life of K.Wilson part -15 – Malice (Completed!)

[lady lynxx]

LL – omg – is it part 15 already? We are halfway through the series and there are only 15 parts left until this is over….hang on people!

Ishmael paced up and down as he waited for his soon to be ex-wife in the great room. He’d already spoken to his attorney more than three times to go over the specifics of his particular case; Almira would in essence end up with nothing. Her reckless infidelity had seen to that. Ishmael didn’t have to give her a dime; after all, he wasn’t the father of her children, Jack was.

Almira bit her bottom lip as she walked into the room; she noticed that her husband looked troubled and a world away from the calm temperament he’d displayed over the past few weeks. Rather than wait for him to say a word, she sat down in a comfortable chair and engaged him defiantly.

“So Ishmael. You obviously have something to say to me. Just say it.” Almira said.

Ishmael turned to her and sighed; wasn’t this the beautiful and vibrant woman that he had fallen in love with all those years ago? The woman he had sworn to himself that he would love until the end of time; the same woman that he had loved so much, that he had refused to take a second wife even after repeated pressure from his mother for more grand-children? Almira’s betrayal stung him to the very bone-marrow. He had been prepared to do anything for her; even the big house they were living in was commissioned to her exact specifications. No expense had been spared; Ishmael would have preferred to be back home in Saud, but he had bent over backwards to accommodate his formidable wife and her demands. Almira was soon to discover that she had lost out big time.

“I want a divorce…also in light of the circumstances, I want you out of my house by this weekend.” he said in an uncharacteristically cold voice. “I’ve had enough of you Almira and I have come to realise that a man like me can do so much better than you.”

“Are you quite mad Ishmael?” she snapped. “You want a divorce, from me? You must be joking. No in fact, I know you’re joking!” Almira concluded with a snide chuckle.

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. How dare you Almira? How dare you make me feel as if I was inadequate all these years, when you were the one running around with other men? Making me feel as if I couldn’t satisfy you in bed like I used to? How was I to know that one man wasn’t enough for you?”

“Oh please Ishmael. I only did what you men do all the time. You don’t mean to tell me that you’ve never cheated on me?”

“I never did. Not even once. Not in over fifteen years since we met. I swore before God and my family that you would be the only one and I have kept my promise. I can sleep easy at nights; I wonder if you can say the same Almira? After everything I’ve done for you…this is how you repay me.” He added solemnly.

“What you’ve done for me? What about what I’ve done for you? Who gave you the idea to expand the family business to the US? Me! Who told you to invest in real estate in prime locations around the world? Me! Who put you in touch with some of the best stock-brokers and financial advisers in the country? Me! Me! Me Ishmael! It was all me so don’t act as if you’ve added 200% to your inheritance wealth all by yourself. When we met you were 19 and so green! You didn’t even know what you were going to do with your money…if not for me, you would have probably lost it all betting on horses like the rest of your cousins! Aren’t they the same ones begging you for help now?” she ranted. “Just think about how ludicrous you sound. You need me and you know it. You’re not even half as smart as Jack is, so stop fooling yourself!”

The back of Ishmael’s hand on her cheek sobered her up quickly; Almira knew she had gone too far now. It was too late.

“You cold, conniving, conceited bitch!” he raged. “What a fool I have been! What a dammed fool. Get out of my house tonight! Horace and Jacob can stay for as long as they want to…but you…I never want to see you again. You’ll hear from my attorney when the papers are ready. Oh and I hope you bothered to have some of my money stashed away somewhere because I’m not giving you a dime.”

With that he stormed out and left her in the room. Almira's face hurt so much that she wanted to cry; her stone heart however, would never give Ishmael the satisfaction of seeing that. What am I going to do now? she asked herself. Damn Jack and damn Ishmael! Two divorces? No way…he’s still a man and I can still get him to see things my way.

Almira had the plan in her head as she climbed the stairs; she found him sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He was crying. She hated seeing a man cry; it was the lowest form of weakness in her eyes, closely followed by poverty. Almira crept up in front of him and dropped to her knees. It was time for some major damage control.

“Habibi…please; I am sorry, so truly sorry for this. I promise you that I’ll change. I’ll have your babies. I just don’t want to lose you.” She begged. “I am only human after all as are you; we need each other, can’t you see that? Don’t you love me anymore? Can’t we make this work?”

Ishmael looked into her eyes; he felt awful for laying a finger on her again. It wasn’t his style at all, but she had pushed him to blind rage. He did still love her and that was the problem. He knew that she was bad for him, but his body couldn’t help but to respond to her touch. Almira had strategically placed her hand near his crotch; Ishmael really hadn’t cheated on her. They last time she had allowed him to practice his marital right was a long four months back. He couldn’t help becoming hard as soon as her fingers reached his zip.

“Almira….” he said in a low voice. “You’re a wicked woman. You’re evil…after everything, you still want to take advantage of me at my weakest point.”

“I’m your wife Ishmael. If anyone can take advantage of you then it’s me; strange though, because your body doesn’t seem to mind at all.”

“You bitch,” he said.

“I know.” She replied.

He leaned back on his arms as Almira revealed his achingly hard dick. She put the tip of her tongue on the cap to tease him.

“So, do you want me to stop Ishmael. Do you hate me so much?” she teased.

“God help me Almira…I want to hate you.”

“Do you want me to stop this?” she asked again, then put the entire thing in her mouth.

“No…I want you to suck it you slut. Suck it like the slut that you are…suck it like you did to those other men.” He held her head down and pushed deep into her jaw, almost choking her. “Suck my dick slut…”

“Yes Ishmael,” she replied while pausing to look at him in the eyes. “But I’m your slut. Don’t ever forget that.”

He decided to ignore her statement and enjoy the servicing. Almira had never been so enthusiastic about a blow-job with him before, even in their early days. He could feel her tongue licking him from inside her mouth as she took his penis into the back of her throat. The rush was incredible and the power of the emotions that he felt was building up to an unforgettable climax. Ishmael held Almira by the hair on either side of her head and fucked her mouth roughly until her eyes began to water. She was making a loud gagging sound which was reminiscent of some of the prostitutes he had used in his late teens not long before he met her. Almira’s eyes weren’t just watering though, she was crying. She knew that he was treating her just like a slut, but somehow it wasn’t as empowering as it usually felt when she was with other men. It hurt that he’d now lost respect for her, and in many ways, it was symbolic of Almira losing her power over him.

She gulped down hard as his semen rushed into her mouth; Ishmael’s body tensed up as he came at last. He could have stopped at that point, but knew that his erection wouldn’t leave until he fucked her pussy for the last time.

“Get on the bed.” He commanded. Almira did as she was told and he almost ripped off her skirt. His animalistic passion made her wet instantly and his prior rough treatment was soon becoming a distant memory. Ishmael stripped her naked and pawed her breasts, then began to lick them hungrily. Almira moaned loudly from the pleasure and arched her back as he fingered her slit.

“You’re already wet you whore.” He said. It turned him on and he began to poke her faster and then took his tongue down to her clit. The scent of her womanhood made him almost go crazy; why had deprived him all this time? It was sheer madness. Ishmael’s lips moved faster and licked her out like a sweet honey pot. Before long, Almira’s breathing became short as he took her over the edge of all reasoning.

“Yes! Yes!” she cried. “Lick my cunt you bastard! It’s so good…so good!”

He didn’t even let her get over the orgasm before he finally entered her. In spite of the many men she had fucked, Almira was till tight and silky inside. Ishmael pushed inside urgently until he came inside her; she was screaming almost at the top of her voice in ecstasy.

Ishmael eventually took his dick out of her and then stood up to view the scene. Almira’s chest was still heaving up and down from breathlessness when he looked at her. The room was hot and sticky. The smell of sex invaded their nostrils and both were completely satisfied. To this end, Almira was taken by complete surprise when Ishmael next opened his mouth.

“Almira; pack your shit and get out of my house. You have five hours.”

He turned tail and walked out of their bedroom without even waiting for her to reply. As far as Sheikh Ishmael Al Aziz was concerned, his marriage was over.

****

Troy liked the V.I.P treatment he was getting from Jack’s secretary as he waited outside his office. He’d decided to pay Jack a quick visit and thank him once again for being there for his family at the hospital. Troy had the utmost respect for Jack and was glad that his mother had finally caught a break and found somebody nice.

About fifteen minutes of waiting and a cup of coffee later; Troy was shown into Jack’s office. It was nice, spacious and all those other good things that come with being a company executive. Even though he preferred his mother’s work digs, Jack’s classy appointment wasn’t too bad either. They shook hands and exchanged a brotherly hug before sitting down to talk.

“Hey buddy,” Jack said with a bright smile. “I can’t believe you came up to see me and I’m actually free for a couple of hours! You’re lucky…I’m usually fully booked for meetings on most days.”

“Ahh, well I guess my gut told me to check you out when I was passing by. I just wanted to thank you again in person for being there the other night,” Troy replied. “It really meant a lot to me and I’m sure to my mom too. You didn’t have to do that man and I appreciate your support.”

Jack waved his hand to shrug it off; “Hey Troy, it was nuthin’. I know that if it was the other way around, Kay would be there for me. But it was nice of you to come and say that…you’re a good kid.”

“Thanks Jack!”

“So how is your dad holding up?”

“He’s not too bad. No great either, but I guess its one step at a time. He’s seeing a counsellor and taking GA and AA meetings every week. I really hope he does make a change because I got so much going on myself and when I get my internship soon, I won’t have as much time to check up on him. I love my dad…but sometimes….”

“I understand Troy; trust me, every family has issues no matter how perfect they seem to be. It will work itself out, just keep on doing what you do. Nobody can ask for more than that.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

There was a knock at the door; Jack’s expression showed that he wasn’t expecting anyone, but he figured that it must be important for them to be let through.

“Come in.” he said.

Troy cocked his head discreetly to check out the stunning blonde that just walked into the office; she seemed to be checking him out a little too as they made eye contact briefly before she presented a load of papers on Jack’s desk.

“Sorry to interrupt Jack, but you asked me to get you as soon as these letters were ready. I’ve flagged all the pages you need to sign with these post-its.” Genny explained. She flicked her hair out of her face coquettishly knowing full well that Troy was staring. Even though she had a raging crush on Jack, Genny reasoned that Troy was more than a match for him and more her age anyway.

Jack noticed what was going on and smiled to himself; the letters were signed quickly and Genny was soon sent on her way. Troy watched her switch her non-existent ass as she walked out of the door; no doubt for his benefit. It didn’t matter anyway; Genevieve Templeton had something. He didn’t know exactly what, but he was drawn to it nevertheless.

“Who was that?” Troy asked Jack.

“You like her?” he replied.

“She ain’t bad…not bad at all. She reminds me of Claudia Schiffer, but without the big hair.”

“Genny is one of my interns. Her dad works on the board here, but she’s no slacker because of it. I’m quite impressed by her performance so far.”

“Who’s her dad? I might know him cos my mom used to work for all of ‘em here.”

“Jim Templeton.”

“Oh my gosh; that’s little Genevieve Templeton?!”

“You know her from back….”

“Hell yeah! I must have been like 10 and she was about 12 or 13. My mom bumped into her dad one day in Macy’s. They were talking for like a few minutes and exchanging numbers; while I was waiting, Genny and I talked for a few minutes.” Troy explained. “She was really cool…I wanted to talk to her some more, but her dad eventually dragged her away. I never forgot her. Wow, she sure grew up to be a knockout!”

“Small world ain’t it?” Jack remarked. “Well you can talk to her all you want now. She’s all grown up and daddy can’t drag her away. Genny sits on the third desk on the left as you come out of my office. Why don’t you go say hello?” he offered.

If Troy liked Jack when he first came into the office, then he positively loved him now; not only was he a ladies man, he was also a man’s man.

“You sure Jack? I mean I don’t wanna interrupt her work….”

“Go ahead man, we don’t pay her anyway. I won’t begrudge her a few minutes talk with an old acquaintance. I hope she remembers you though. You’ve both changed a lot since back then I’ll bet.”

“Sure Jack. Thanks man, I owe you one.”

Jack laughed out loud as Troy almost ran out the door.

****

It had been a long time since Genny had last invited a guy back to her apartment. After they had exchanged numbers in the office, Troy and Genny got to know each other over some drinks in a bar downtown. Their attraction had been so electric that she just couldn’t help herself. She remembered what her dad had said as he dragged her away from Troy all those years ago.

“Be careful of them black boys you her me?” Jim had said. “They’re only interested in one thing and I’m not having my daughter coming home pregnant.”

“Dad; you’re being totally paranoid. The kid is only ten! As if!” said an embarrassed Genny.

“I’m your father and I know best. Don’t argue with me and let’s just go. Oh and you better not tell your mother that I was talking to any woman in here or there’ll be trouble. You can consider your summer trip to see your cousins in France cancelled if that is the case.”

Genny had learned from a young age that life with her father was all about negotiation; scratch his back and he would scratch hers.

“Fine dad. But I want some money to go to the mall with my friends for my trouble.”

“Where the hell did you learn how to blackmail people? And your own father honestly!” Jim said shaking his head. He pulled some notes of his wallet and thrust them at her.

“Only $50?” she asked.

“For crissakes Genny! Do you want my blood!?”

“Do you want me to keep my mouth shut?”

“God!” he snapped and gave her $200.

“Happy now?”

“Yes daddy!” Genny said sweetly. I learned from the best didn’t I?, she thought to herself.

Fading back into the present; the grown up Genny pulled Troy into her bedroom by his t-shirt. It was a feeding frenzy and their kisses seemed to melt into each other’s faces. Clothes were torn off and Troy found himself being pushed down onto his back on her bed.

“Wait….” He said.

“What?” asked Genny.

“Lemme get a condom.”

Genny cursed to herself; she was on the pill anyway and didn’t give a fuck. But on second thought she figured it was sensible. If only Jim could see her now.

Her eyes watered as his fat black dick found its way into her; it seemed that Troy had grown up to be a big boy in more ways that one. His height, his physique and his beautiful face were more than enough to satisfy her; his sizeable penis was only the icing on an already mouth-watering cake. The contrast of his muscular caramel arms against her pinky-cream skin turned her on even more. Troy kissed her nipples and almost sent her into oblivion; Genny’s mouth opened wide as she gasped. Her moaning only encouraged him to fuck her harder. Troy had planned to spend the weekend running through pussy and Genevieve Templeton on a Thursday night was a great way to start. He hadn’t imagined that it would be so easy, but he guessed that spoiled rich chicks always lost it over the thought of a hot black stud.

Genny was a hot fuck, but he knew he’d probably be fed up after hitting it a few times. She was a nice enough girl, but not a challenge at all. In fact the thought of it was making him lose his boner. How many men had she fucked without using protection? How many dicks had she sucked in the football team at college?
All these thoughts were running through his mind as Genny’s pussy suddenly tightened over his cock like a hangman’s noose.

“Shit…oh shit! I’m coming Troy…dammit! Oh…oh!” she screamed.

“Damn!” he replied. She hadn’t told him that she was a squirter. A little of the projectile liquid hit his eye and the rest found a temporary home on his expansive chest.

“Sorry!” she laughed. “You made me come hard…only a few men have made me do that so I didn’t think to mention it.”

“No sweat. I was just surprised that’s all.” He replied.

“I hope it didn’t gross you out?”

“Nah girl; you had an orgasm, so that means I’ve done my job.”

He pulled out of her and started to get off the bed. He’d had enough and wasn’t about to stick around for the sake of shooting his load.

“Where are you going?” she asked. “You didn’t come already did you?”

“Yeah I did.” He lied. “I guess you didn’t notice cos my dick still stays hard regardless for a while after. You got some paper in the John?”

“Sure.” Genny replied. It all seemed like an anti-climax and she had looked forward to seeing the spunk come of out him, but it wasn’t meant to be. Troy pulled the condom off and covered the tip of it with his hand so she wouldn’t notice that it was empty and wrapped it in tissue before stuffing it into his jeans pocket.

“Okay, I’ll see ya.” He said briskly before letting himself out.

“You got my number.” She replied.

“Sure, I got it.” Troy confirmed and shut the door behind him.

Genny ran to the bathroom as soon as he’d left to check the waste bin: where was the used condom? Her instinct told her that he hadn’t come at all. Troy wouldn’t be back.

***

“The bastard threw me out and it’s all your fault!” Almira screamed. “You hear me Jack, your fault! You wouldn’t help me and now Ishmael wants a divorce!”

“Don’t blame me for your failures Almira and don’t call me about this again.”

Jack was about to hang up when she delivered a stinging parting shot.

“Failure? You’re the one with a real whore for a girlfriend. Did you know that she is a secret dominatrix? She even has a snappy name. You’ve been sleeping with the incredible Mistress Klymaxx and I hear she really is incredible by all accounts. Congratulations Jack.” She spat.

“How did you know Almira?”

“I have my sources.”

“Well tell your gaddamn sources that I already know and that stuff is in Kay’s past. You can try to smear her character in my eyes but you’re wasting your time. I suggest you deal with your own issues and stop trying to create some for other people.”

Almira cursed to damnation when she heard the telephone click. He’d hung up on her and her grand plan ended up being an epic fail. She called Sam Connolly’s office in a rage.

“Mrs Al-Aziz?” he asked.

“Of course it is! Switch back to Ishmael, find me everything on him and I mean everything. I want every single piece of dirt you can get; do a good job and I will pay you double.”

Almira cut him off and seethed with anger. She would get even with Kay Wilson one way or another. As sure night would eventually become day, she would get even.

****

Kay looked at Jack’s face once he’d come off the call. She didn’t mind that he chose to take it outside on the balcony, but his expression worried her.

“You okay?” she asked. “Who was that.”

“Just Almira.” He replied.

“What did she want?”

“Nothing Kay. Nothing at all…let’s forget about her and get down to why we skipped the restaurant in the first place.”

Once his lips touched hers, Kay didn’t let anything else enter her mind until the next morning.


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