Captured By You

Devan and her co-workers had just clocked out for the day and were making their way to the train station, heading home. They were joking and teasing each other, as they have done daily. Devan's badge and phone slips out of her hand and splatters into pieces in different directions. She stops and sighs at the mess in front of her. "Damn it, hold on guys," she says, as she picks up the pieces. After hurrying to find all the pieces, she quickly turns and runs to catch her friends and train, but she turns and runs into something hard and she drops her things again. To keep her from falling to the ground, a strong hand pressed against her back, holding her upright. Before she could get any apology out, a voice so deep it vibrates through her entire body. "Excuse me," the voice says. Devan's head snaps up to see a tall man. He's the most gorgeous chocolate man she has ever seen in a 3 piece suit. He has the most beautiful golden eyes, he height had to be a good 6'4" and lean, medium build. She slowly rakes her eyes up his body and stops at his lips, his beautiful sculpted lips, it makes her lick her own. "My apologies Miss, I guess we should have been paying more attention, shouldn't we?" he asked. His voice and eyes sliding over her like silk "Um, yes, we should. Well, maybe, I should have been," she stammers out. "No worries, Miss Smith, maybe we could run into each other again, someday," he says, winking at her as he walks away, leaving her staring after him. Devan wonders how he could have known her name, she looked down at the badge that he handed her and smiled. She rolls her eyes as she looks down at her badge and sees her name in big, bold, black letters. She soon catches up to her co-workers and one of them says to her. "Girl, he was fine, you should have gotten his number. If I were you, I would have been all up on that. He was tall and yummy," her co-worker Ashlie says "You're always talking about I should get some guy's number. You already know, that is the last thing on my mind, right now," Devan responds. She never felt comfortable in her skin, she always felt out of place. She was 5'2", with hips, thighs and a butt to go with it and a flat stomach. Her skin was milk chocolate, her hair was long and always in a ponytail, she never wore makeup, that wasn't really her thing. She wasn't a girly girl, she was more tom-boyish. "The way he looked at you, girl, it looked like he wanted to take you right there on the walkway," her co-worker Ken stated. "She looked like she wanted to rip his clothes off too, or did you all not see that?" chimes in Ashlie. "Really, you guys? You two are always on some horny stuff and it's starting to get gross. It's done and over with now, so let it go," Devan says "So, what do you think about him?" Amber asks. "I don't think anything about him," Devan replies. They all give Devan the "yeah right, seriously " look and Devan finally caves in with a sigh. "He was handsome and smelled good, that's all I have. He probably wouldn't date someone like me anyway," Devan responds, lying, he was on her mind. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Ashlie answers, sounding a bit mad. "Any guy that gets a chance with you would be lucky. You're pretty, you're personality is incredible and not to mention that curvy ass body of yours. Do you know how many women would kill to have a body like yours? Plenty Dee." "Well, thanks for all of that. I'm not sure if you're flirting with me or just being nice, but I'll take it. But still I," "Stop selling yourself short Dee. A lot of men would love to have a woman like you, hell, I know a few. You're beautiful Dee and you need to start acting like it," Ashlie says, bumping against Devan's shoulder. "I hear you Ash, I do," Devan responds. It was a quiet ride home; everyone's attention was on their phones. During the whole ride Devan kept picturing his face, lips and eyes. Damn, those eyes, she could stare at them forever, even get lost in them. She pictured herself under him, kissing her, touching her. The voice over the loudspeaker brought her back to reality, she readied herself to get off the train and make her short trip home. Devan entered her 2 bedroom condo, it was on the outskirts of the city, close to the beach, maybe 15 to 20 minutes away from it. It was just enough space for her, it was a plus because she could have her peace and quiet, as well as the beach. She had a bay window that looked out towards "beach city" as she always called it. Stores lined the strip and Boardwalk, there was a Ferris Wheel on the beach, that overlooked the ocean, what more could she want. As she enters her apartment, she locks the door, kicks off her shoes and begins to take off her clothes on the way to her bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes. She walks into her bathroom and turns on the water for her bath. She sits on the edge of the tub as pictures of the mystery man runs through her mind. She finishes undressing and climbs into the tub, she lets out a sigh of relief, as the hot water relaxes her and the day begins to fade away. Closing her eyes, she begins to drift off to sleep, dreaming of him. The way he looked at her, the way his body felt against hers in that moment. He smelled so good; it was a cologne that she wasn't familiar with. She begins to dream of him being stretched out naked next to her, her fingers rubbing across his chest. His lips kissing her, she could feel his hands grab her waist, to pull her under him. He begins to kiss her neck then, slowly begin to move down to her breathing.... "I know you are home, Dee. Please answer the damn door!" Natalie yells through Devan's answering machine. Snapping her awake and out of her dream, Devan groans, hurries out the tub, cursing the whole time, wrapping her robe around her and scurries to the door, she snatched it open. "What is it Nat? What's wrong?" Devan asks, as she opens the door to let her in. "About damn time, I've been out here forever, knocking and calling you. What the hell were you doing?" Natalie questions. Forever, really Nat? I was taking a bath and must have fallen asleep. What's going on? What's up?" Devan asks, sitting on the sofa. "That lying bastard! He said he wouldn't do it again and he did it again. He couldn't wait for me to go out of town, so he could go out and be a hoe. He takes his dumb ass over that broads house and f****d her! Dee, what am I going to do, I love him, but I can't let him keep cheating on me," Natalie cries out. "Well, Nat, you already know how I feel about Marcus and your relationship with him, so I'm not going to repeat myself. He's no good for you, he's an opportunist, he's always trying to use someone to better himself, no matter the cost. What else, he's a narcissist and only worries about himself, he's immature, Nat, he's a damn child, Nat," Devan says to her best friend.