Refined Adjustments Ch. 06a

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And the weekend begins.
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Part 6 of the 8 part series

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"So she thinks she can just leave." Reggie said, tossing back his tenth shot of liquor. He sat in his office, pondering, replaying Nesca's words and actions. There was one lonely light on his desk, shinning on the many pictures of Nesca scattered everywhere. Not one single picture showed her looking towards the lens, which meant they were the work of one of his private investigators.

"After all I did for that little bitch. She thinks I'm not good enough. I gave her a job," he said, grabbing the bottle of scotch and pouring it into a glass, "and she treats me like I'm shit." He chuckled as he picked up the phone off the receiver.

"Well, let's see what daddy dearest says about that."

All of a sudden the door flew open. Joey, a security guard, walked in, grabbed the phone out his hand and placed it on the receiver. "I can't let you do that boss," Joey yanked the cords out of the phone. "You have worse things to worry about than her."

"Dammit Joseph, I thought I told you... not to... barge in on me. After what happened, huh," He scoffed slightly, his tongue becoming heavier with each word. Reggie tried to stand but failed, falling back in his chair.

"You're lucky I... kept your ass here." He said barely comprehensible.

"With all due respect boss, you're way too gone. I honestly thought she came here to finish what happened that night." Joey replied honestly then his eyes fell on the many pictures of Nesca on the desk. "If Omorose finds out she's even been down here again, he won't hesitate like last time. He only backed off because she was ready to slice you like bread."

Reggie sat forward angrily, as if he had not been falling over himself a couple seconds before. "Trust me, I don't care what that bastard does. And tell whichever one of the guys that took these photos to come see me."

"Yeah," Joey said walking toward the doors, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot. Loraine is waiting outside."

"Who," he asked as he lounged back in the chair then he felt Nesca's punch settling in on his ribs for the eighth time that night.

"Loraine, your wife, is waiting out there for you. She thought that you might need a ride or something like that."

Reggie gave a distasteful look. "Tell her I passed out on the desk or something." He said quickly waving off the idea of seeing her. "And get out of my office, I need to make a call. This Jerome kid has to get some things done."

Joey took another glance at the pictures dispersed everywhere. "You know, you might want to stay away from her, Reggie, or you'll lose more than just the business," he said more forcefully.

"Yeah, well I'm running the best of the best in this business." He smirked as Joey was already on his way out. "Just make sure whoever took these... comes back... in one piece." Reggie called out to his guard, easily returning to his state of drunkenness.

* * *

Nesca hid her swollen wrist behind her clutch. "Nice place you have here." She said.

"Don't try to avoid the question Nesca." Johnny replied slowly peeling his jacket from her shoulders and dropping it on the sofa. "What happened to your wrist?"

"Nothing, It's just a little-- nothing." She replied nervously darting her eyes away from his challenging glare.

"Really?" he said as he carefully took her arm to examine her wrist, "so why've you been trying to hide your pain from me all night?"

I wasn't trying to- Ow!" she squeaked at the pain when he touched her wrist, then shook it off.

"Nothing, right?" he questioned.

Johnny steered her to the sofa; sat her down and began to remove her stiletto heels.

"It is nothing." She denied again, wailing in silence, holding her wrist behind his back as he bent to remove her shoes.

"I just had a little situation." She said, hoping she could steer him away from the subject. Johnny looked her in the eye. But all he saw was an empty stare he couldn't read. Annoyed, he gently but firmly took her arm, determined to examine her wrist. "Ow, ow, ow! Johnny!"

"It looks like it's just a minor sprain." Johnny said, examining her noticeably swollen wrist. "Come," he headed to the kitchen, pulling her along. "We got to reduce the swelling."

When she finally came to a stumbling stop in the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice the feel of his place change. The kitchen was warm and welcoming, as if it were where the happiness occurred.

Pots and pans hung over a functioning island that looked as if solid, home-cooked meals were prepared daily.

'Well I had to expect that.' Nesca thought, remembering he was a bachelor who ate nutritiously to keep trim.

She looked at the island, the counters. Suddenly, she found herself daydreaming about the things they could do on every surface of that kitchen.

Nesca imagined Johnny caressing her body from behind: leisurely licking and kissing up her shoulder to her neck, nibbling softly, hitting every nerve, fondling her breasts. One of his hands gradually makes its way down her dress, under the hem, then up her thigh, the other hand tweaks one hardened nipple, then the other.

So real was the fantasy that Nesca was shocked back to reality by a sudden icy sensation. "Peas?" she questioned.

"Sit down." He said as he guided her to the stool behind the counter. Nesca knew by the sound of his voice that he was about to do some serious questioning. She was a bit timorous, but also turned on by his demanding assertiveness.

"This must be specially made," she said, running her good hand across the counter top, still avoiding speaking about what had happened. But Johnny held the pack of frozen peas on her impaired wrist to grab her attention.

"This looks like some real damage." He was looking at her knuckles when he said the statement.

The way he peered at her made her tense. 'Please don't ask. Please don't.' She couldn't lie to his handsome face.

"Who'd you hit?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" she stammered more breathy, glancing off, rubbing her earlobe between her fingers.

"Look, I know the effect of impact punches, from punching bags, walls, faces." He walked deliberately to her other side and leaned his back against the counter. "The way your knuckles are bruised and your wrist is swollen, I highly doubt it could've have been a wall or a punching bag you hit."

"Just what are you trying to say?" she snapped, but ended softly.

He shrugged his shoulders, "That you gave someone a quick shot to the ribs or jaw," he replied, demonstrating by throwing some blows through the air. "But I'm pretty sure you punched someone in the ribs. The only way you could have hurt your wrist and knuckles this way is with a twisting punch into something hard. Like this," he said, demonstrating a right hook to the ribs. He sat, moved closer to gaze into her eyes with a cool seductive look which always eased her nerves.

"So, who got in my baby's way?"

"Johnny," She looked away, kept playing with her earlobe. "It was someone who got what was coming to him."

"Oh...all right," he said, walking towards the living room, "don't tell me then."

"Wait," She said, hopping off the stool to go after him, still holding the iced peas to her injury.

He turned, and bumped into Nesca. She nearly fell, but he grabbed her, held her by the waist.

"Thanks. Um, you know the interrogation, those commanding stares and intimidating moves were very sexy to me."

"Was I sexy?" he asked, noticing a questioning look on her face. "What? Was I supposed to put you over my knee and spank it out of you?" he paused. "Actually, that might be a great idea." He smirked at her, making her laugh, but inside she was figuring how to tell him what had happened with Reggie.

One way or the other the truth was going to come out; he would make her tell. He deserved the truth. Her silence went on so long, she was afraid Johnny would draw his own conclusions.

"Nesca, you all right?" He asked, attempting to get her attention again. She took a while but when she finally looked up, he could see her expression wasn't as ebullient as he had hoped.

"Yeah, you're just so, funny." She replied distantly, looking back down at their feet.

"Nesca," he raised her face, his forefinger hooked under her chin. He slid the bag of peas from her hand. "It's all up to you Ness, you can tell me or not. When you feel right about your situation, you can tell me." Johnny pulled her close for a long warm embrace. She nodded in response and hugged him back. His intense hug was warm and gratifying, melting away her worries.

"Just so we're clear," he said, loosening his embrace. "No one's messing with you right? Because you know, I can handle that." He said, with a bit of unnecessary flexing and grunting.

"Really, what does this wrist tell you? I can handle myself, too." Nesca said holding up her wrist, amused at his actions.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, Ms. Diplomatic," he said, chuckling. She pulled away from him. "Oh come on baby, I was joking."

"With all your sarcasm, even when you are trying to be a jerk, you still sound charming." She gave him a mock glare. "But I'm serious Johnny."

"Okay, okay. I'll leave your injury problem alone... for now." He put his arm over her shoulder, guiding her through the dark hallway toward what she assumed was his bedroom.

He stopped their trek to illuminate the hallway and obtain an object from the hallway closet, then guided her into the room. The room was spacious but not at all empty. Most of the room was filled by a huge bed with a navy blue bedspread and many pillows. His tall dark dresser matched the book case in his living room. Johnny walked into view, taking a small bottle from the bedside cabinet.

"I've got painkillers." He said, still searching in the drawer while he pulled off his tie. She gave him questioning stare that he took notice to. "They're over the counter pain relievers, Nesca. Here," he said reassuringly as he walked over and put the bottle in her hand, "check for yourself."

She simply stated. "I don't really take pills."

"Well, you won't like the way that feels in the morning." He said pulling her from the waist.

She did a double take until a chord finally struck in her memory. "Oh yeah, the whole weekend situation. But I don't have a change of clothes and I have that paper due."

"You won't need a change of clothes... and the paper," He said as he lifted her up then walked over to the king size bed, where he placed her head to hit the pillows. He stared at her with that intense hungry look in his eyes.

"It's not due 'til next week. How about you make this professor happy in many ways possible, he'll probably help with that later."

"I don't think you'll be happy if I slept with another professor." She joked then saw a serious look on his face. "I'm kidding. Besides, I'm actually more worried about the clothes. My neighbors thought I was a good girl until earlier this week with you. They can't even look me in the eye when they say hi."

"I have something you can put on for the night. In the morning we can pass by your apartment or at the break of dawn if you don't want to be seen by your neighbors." Johnny suggested kissing down her neck.

"Thanks, that'd be nice" she said trying to get up but he wouldn't let her. "Could you let me up, I need to..." She lingered.

"Sure." He gave her a quick peck on the lips before getting to his feet. "Bathroom is right there, bella." He said taking a humorous bow, making her smile.

Nesca walked out a couple minutes later to find Johnny in pajama pants, grabbing a t-shirt out of the tall dresser drawer. When he turned around, his hard on was enough proof that he was ready but she was still disappointed to see him in clothing.

"Merda!" He exclaimed when he saw her in the lacey black underwear that complimented her curvy attractions. "Wow, I...I...I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight. Wow!"

"I thought you wanted this." She said then turned around "From what I recall, this," She bent over quickly only to get back up slowly; teasing him with her ass. "Does something to you, but I forget what." She said deviously as she turned around and to find an intensely lustful Johnny.

"You know what it does to me." He replied in that sensual voice of his then smacked her ass as he ground his sex against hers.

Nesca began moaning, feeling his hard cock pressed between the lacy fabric and her clit. She was wet within seconds and he was loving the feel of her heat, he needed her now.

Johnny picked her up and brought her back to the bed. He kissed her luscious lips while he unhooked her bra. He gently pushed atop her and started sucking her nipples, giving each one the same amount of attention. At the same time, rubbing her covered pussy slowly, making her impatient for her prolonged orgasm.

"Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me right now!" Nesca screamed out, with her good hand trying to rub her clit, but it was unexpectedly pinned over her head. Then he snatched her underwear off her body.

"What did I say about my work?" Johnny said kissing her lips as he freed his huge hard-on from his pants. Her satisfaction was fulfilled when his thick cock finally slid into her tight waiting pussy, and then slammed into her. She was so exhilarated that she came all over his dick with that one motion. He could feel her pussy contract and cream around him.

"Cazzo! Ci si sente così bene." He grunted. "Did you just come?"

Nesca was still rocking trying to get to her second orgasm that was coming. "Answer me Nesca or I'll pull out."

Just then she cried out "Yes! I'm fucking coming again baby."

"No you're not." He pulled out and kept a grip on her hand as he sat back and look at her busty chest rise and fall after her first orgasm of the night by him. "Hold that come. Don't let go until I say so." She tried to close her legs to reach her climax but he pushed them back open. "What did I say about keeping my work from me?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her leg and held it up slightly as he leaned in towards her, kissing her soft, full lips. He slowly slid back into her, to watch her enjoy the feeling of his huge cock spread her open and get deep into her again.

"Joh..." she tried getting her words out.

Johnny kept stroking into her pussy slowly then slamming balls deep. She felt so good that if he kept doing it that way, it would end too quickly.

"Turn over; I want that ass in the air" She complied. His demands were making her sopping wet and she couldn't hold on any longer.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, and got low to see his work. "Look at how wet you're getting." He slid his finger down her wet slit then gave it a lick. Nesca moaned out of pleasure. Johnny pushed two fingers deep in and stroked her pussy slowly. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, baby. Please fuck me, Johnny."

"Are you going to keep my work from me again?" He slapped her ass then pushed his digits in deeper and quicker.

"No! I promise, I won't. I'm gonna come baby."

Johnny stood up and slid into her again. "Come on my cock, baby." he stroked into her faster making her come even harder.

She collapsed to the bed but he just kept his rhythm along with the waves he was creating on her ass. Once she build up some strength, she got back up on her knees and arched her back. He moaned at the satisfaction he was getting from her motion.

"Bounce it back."

He loved his view of her juicy chocolate ass backing up on him while her tight pussy milked his large white creamy cock. He just had to bust his load. Johnny held on to her waist as he pumped into to her quickly, making her scream extremely loud as she came to her third with his pounding. He reached to silence her screaming as he came grunting.

Nesca felt something so she tore away quickly to check. "What the fuck, Johnny!" She said as she noticed his come dripping out of her.

"What?" he panted, falling to the bed?

"You didn't wear a condom that's what. Ugh!" She said pushing him away, and then went for the bathroom but he quickly got a hold on her.

"I have my papers, Nesca." He reached over to the bedside drawer and handed her the clinic papers. "I'm clean. You told me you checked the other day. I thought it was a must to show you I'm good."

"Good, but not exactly what I was worried about Johnny." She ended slapping the paper to his chest and went for her bra.

"Okay, then what?" he said as he took the bra from her hand and threw the papers on the bed.

"I'm fertile, Johnny."

"Sometimes it doesn't take." He said simply.

"Johnny, I'm ovulating." She rephrased with more attitude.

"Whoa. Okay." He sat her down on the bed next to him.

"I know what I did wasn't really planned, but-" She stood and tried to walk away, but he pulled her to stand between his legs and held her by the waist to keep her planted. "But I know that if it ends up that way, I would never do anything irrational nor would I ask you to." He kissed her and she couldn't help but return the passionate kiss. "Let's say we continue this in the other room?"

"My wrist is hurting worse than before, 'Mr. don't keep my work from me'."

"I made you wet why not take the advantage." He smacked her butt then laughed.

"Rain check?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure. But let's wrap it up before any more damage is done."

After they washed up, he wrapped up her wrist in a bandage and put a splint on it and he assisted her in putting on one of his shirts, after his pj pants were back on. As they got into bed, he grabbed a pillow and put it under her bad wrist, then cuddled up to her and fell fast asleep.

****

Nesca woke up to deep muffled voices and laughter. She looked around and saw no familiar surroundings. Then the whole night came rushing back to memory and realized her situation.

"How could I be so calm with this? He's a freakin' bachelor." She said as she walked into the bathroom to see a packaged travel toothbrush kit and some of his clothes folded up on the counter for her to wear.

"Yeah, he hasn't done this." She said sarcastically to herself.

She showered and brushed then put on the basketball shorts, boxers and t-shirt that he set aside for her. As she pulled the shirt over her head, with a little complication from putting the splint back on, she heard the deep voices again.

She listened to the voices as she searched for her clutch, which led her into the kitchen. Then she saw a patio door, that she hadn't notice last night, and heard the voices coming from behind it. At that same moment, a vibration came from behind her. She grabbed the clutch off of the island and took out her phone and saw five missed calls from her sister and Jerome. So she chose to return the last call.

"Sorry about the late callback Denise."

"That's okay. I have an idea what you were doing last night. That professor came by the clinic the other day."

"Oh,"

"Does that mean you two are back on, getting it on?"

"What? Sorry Nise, my phone is dying. Talk to you later, love you. Bye!"

Nesca hung up and heard voices and decided to walk out only to find Johnny and friends playing basketball on a wide half court.

-

"So you mean to tell me that you're giving up the bachelor's freedom, already."

"It's been over twelve years." Johnny said to his blond-haired blue eyed friend, Luke, who mimicked his height.

"Why though? You realize there are girls out there who'd do the whole friends with benefits thing."

"I'm well aware of that Ryan, but I'm done with that." He said to his shorter friend. "It's just a long time coming type of thing. We all have to grow up sometime. She's just..."

"Is it the pussy that has you whacked out and sprung?" Ryan said checking the ball to Johnny.

"I've gotten a lot of it, and how much have you had?" He said then shot it right through the hoop.

"Is that her?" Luke questioned from the sidelines.

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