Rendezvous at Silver Lining

Divinity's POV: This muthafucka

It was a regular smegular day and I went to work as per usual. It was a good day because there were no meetings or last-minute changes of any kind that were done or needed to be done. I try to keep myself held up in my office nowadays just to avoid unwanted and uncomfortable conversations with Raphael. Sarah still gazes after him, and if the antarctic frost of a side eye she gives me constantly could kill, my ass would have been deceased by now. And with what I'm wearing, I'm not casket sharp. It was the end of the day. Most people were already on their way out or had already left. I was wrapping things up when a knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts.

“Could we talk?”

Raphael stood at my door. Before he even finished his question, he had already begun to close the door and headed towards the chair in my office. I frowned and folded my arms.

“Yes, please. Do come in.”

I oozed with sarcasm, and he only smiled.

“Why ask a question if you were gonna answer said question before the person being asked could?”

I was already annoyed by him. He took a seat, and I sat quietly. He stared intently at me, and I gave back his same icy stare. That's when his usual cold demeanor began to slowly fall away. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but melt from it.

“Hey, Divinity.”

“Mr.McCoy.”

His eyes dimmed slightly, but he kept his smile.

“Listen. I know I'm a d**k and-”

“Oh, really? What would give you that idea? What revelation did you have?”

I spoke with so much sarcasm that he cut his eyes at me. I smiled.

“I've always been a jerk. I know this. But, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. Everything I said I meant. I can get distracted or think “who would this hurt?” I now have a person that I know it would indeed hurt. I've never been in a predicament where I had to try to receive another's attention or affection. Most times, I was given the affection of others unwanted or unwarranted. But not with you. You kinda snuck in there along the way, and I was so busy being wrapped up in me, I didn't notice it until it was too late.”

I frowned.

“Be honest. You didn't notice it until someone else was interested.”

This time, he frowned.

“Sometimes I forget that you can be completely clueless when it comes to the opposite s*x. In case you haven't noticed, most of the men in this company or anywhere you go have had a crush on you or attempted to get you to like them by flirting. You either don't care or don't know.”

He smirked at me when my eyes popped open. I actually didn't know that. Have people really been trying? I didn't think anyone was interested beyond work, but going over all my interactions, I guess I could see it that way now that I do know. Thinking about it hard enough, Raphael clearly knew that and said nothing. I frowned again.

“When did you begin to like me or notice you started having feelings for me?”

“It's been a while now. I didn't know that's what it was at first. I only knew that you weren't like most women I'd come by.”

“So even after you recognized your feelings, you said nothing? You recognized my inability to see people's actions for what they were and used that as a buffer, just so you could still be the same manwhore you've always been, while you had me in the wings, waiting. You said nothing because you knew I would never pick up on the cues myself and just allowed me to believe that not only were you not interested in me, but no one else would be either. That's what you're telling me, right?”

He looked shocked at the fact that I had pieced this whole conversation together like that, and then his face turned solemn. Just when I thought I would see his face crumple up with sadness at what he's done, he stilled his emotions.

“Yes. That's exactly what I did. I didn't think of it like that in its entirety, but I didn't try to do anything differently. To be honest, I was too caught up in tryna figure out my own feelings to consider yours. I didn't know how to approach you. You said it yourself, you were uncomfortable around me, so you made our interactions small and minimal. I simply followed your lead.”

“Don't you even dare. Don't try to push off the bullshit YOU did to ME as it being MY fault that you did it. You clearly clocked my absent-mindedness way before I did, and recognized your feelings for me all at the same time, and still said nothing to make me aware. You be f*****g bitches in your office, at your home, and wherever else you so choose, not me.You would've allowed things to stay the same until YOU were ready for me and my dumbass wouldn't have seen nothing wrong with it had this situation never occurred. It wasn't until Damien came along. A man who never hid his intentions for me showed up and applied pressure, something no one else has been able to do. THAT is what made you approach me in ways you've never had and made you expose your true feelings. Stop tryna play f*****g dumb cause you can't play with my head. I ain't dumb and I've never been stupid. So stop the bullshit ass games, Raphael!”

THIS MUTHAFUCKA HERE!! I was fuming. How the hell did I come to like him so much? What the f**k did I see him. He's been feeling me and said nothing about it till Damien showed his ass up. Then, all of a sudden, he wanted to jump in the race like his ass been running it the whole muthafuckin 'time. I stood up and slammed my hands on my desk and headed to my door. If I didn't leave, I don't know what I would've done or said, and I ain't tryna scar nobody for life. I got ready to open the door to leave, and a hand reached out and swung me around and pressed me against the door. I was shocked and pissed off. Raphael stood with my hands held up over my head, and his leg parted my legs as he leaned his body close to mine. I hated to f*****g admit this but my body started to react to his being so close and that pissed me off further.

“Raphael, I swear to god I will rip your balls off if you don't let me go.”

My face was balled up in anger as my eyes lined with tears. I felt stupid and hurt by this whole conversation. A man I have liked for so long has done nothing but hurt me. I can admit it was unintentional in a way but his actions were purposeful.

“Listen to me and listen well, Divinity. I will never let you go. I want you and have for a very long time. I'm sorry for being a d**k and not ever putting you above me, and I will work my whole life to do better for you. But I will not be giving you up! I know you've been dating Damien, but I don't give a damn about none of that s**t. Give me a chance, just one, and I'll prove to you that it's not a mistake.”

I struggled against him, trying to get free, but he wasn't letting up. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and they began to fall. I couldn't get them to stop. I just wanted to fall into the floor.

“Let me go! Let me go!... PLEASE, just let me go.”

By the last plea, my voice was just above a whisper and too full of emotion for it to be completely coherent. I let my head fall as I cried and closed my eyes, trying to will away my tears. That's when I felt lips kissing down my cheeks, licking them away. He moved from one cheek to the other, tasting every salty tear. He finally let my hands fall by my side, and I began to try and push him away, but he stayed put. He moved from my face to my neck, kissing and sucking, making me lean my head to the side to grant him more access.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

Raphael mumbled in my ear over and over again like a mantra or lifeline. I kept trying to push him away, but that stopped once he bit my, neck sending jolts to my p***y making her weep. I moaned out and wrapped my arms around his neck. He took that as an invitation to lift me by the ass and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He still had me pressed against the door and continued his assault to my neck, sending wave after wave of pleasure to my p***y, making her want some attention. Even through all of this, the tears hadn't stopped flowing. I was upset at myself for wanting this but couldn't deny how my body reacted to him. He went back to kissing my tears away as he leaned his forhead against mine.

“I'm sorry.”

He spoke once more in a whisper and then captured my lips in his. He pecked my lips a few times before completely taking them. His lips were so soft and plump. He was rough yet gentle. He's such a contradiction, even down to the way he kisses. My lips were hesitant at first, but it wasn't long before they found themselves matching his rhythm. I was so entranced by the moment that nothing else mattered. His left hand found my boob and groped and squeezed it through my shirt, lightly grazing and pinching my n****e. I started bucking my hips against him, basically begging for friction. He moved his hand down my body. I had on yoga pants and a t-shirt. He lifted my shirt up and slid his hand down my pants past my panties. My p***y was already a lake and the moment I felt the first brush of his finger against me, I became an ocean. I trembled involuntarily.

“Damn, you're so wet for me, mi amor. You have the juiciest p***y I've ever felt, baby.”

His voice was lust filled and husky as he whispered in my ear. I felt the moment he separated my lips apart and slid a finger up and down my p***y playing in my juices. He moved a finger to my entrance and ever so slowly pushed it in. I moaned out and he captured my lips again, kissing me wildly. He took his thumb and rubbed it against my c**t causing me to jump at the sensation. I rocked my hips against his hand as he began to pump faster and rub harder against me. I threw my head back against the door. I couldn't control my moans anymore. The faster he pumped, the louder I became. He covered my mouth with his other hand and leaned down to my ear.

“Quiet, mi amor. Your moans are mine and mine alone.”

He wouldn't let up. He kept getting faster and faster. I tried removing his hand from my pants but he held my other hand above my head as my arm held on to him for dear life. I began to shake and my moans were becoming uncontrollable.

“Ah, ah. RaRaRaphael. Stststop. IIII can't anymore. I'm gonnnnnnaa…”

My voice came out strangled, and my breathing labored. He kissed me to silence my half ass pleas. That's when he squeezed hard on my c**t and I came undone. I tried to keep my lips with his kiss, but the orgasm took my breath away. He continued to rub my c**t, making my orgasm last even longer. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I banged my hand on his shoulder trying to fight the urge to scream, but I failed anyway.

“AHHH, FUUUCCCKK!!!”

I trembled and shook as the orgasm wrecked my body. It felt as if it lasted for a straight 5 mins. Once the high of my euphoria wore off, I wiggled out of his grasp and walked towards my desk, keeping my back towards him. Once the haze of my horniness wore off, tears fell down my face. I hated myself for the moment that just happened and I wanted to hate that he made me feel soooo good, yet I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't bring myself to face him either. I heard his steps approach me.That's when he grabbed hold of my ponytail, pulling my head back to rest against his chest. I didn't know what to make of it. He stared down at me, raised his hand that was in me up to his lips. He held it to his nose and then sucked my juices off, never breaking eye contact. I couldn't even lie and say that it didn't just turn me back on cause if my p***y could talk, she would've been snitching on me in a heartbeat. That's when he took his other hand out my hair and wiped my tears away.

“I'm not giving up on you, Divinity. And now that I've tasted you, I want more. I don't care if you're dating Damien and he's gonna have to get over it. Hate me for as long as you need. Take things slow or just use me, but I'm not giving up on you, mi amor.”

After that, he walked out.

I sat in my office trying to get me and my emotions together. After a while, I left to go home. Once I got there, I dropped to my couch and sighed. I knew I had to do something and fast, before everything went to s**t. I took my phone out and pressed the dial button.

“Hey, Damien. Could you come over, please?”

I prayed that I wouldn't lose him in the process and hope he hears me out.