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“I was thinking maybe we start with dinner at Virgil’s. It’s a barbecue restaurant in Times Square with the best hush puppies in New York. You like hush puppies?”
“Yeah, I do,” Destiny replied.
“Oh—she likes hush puppies! I think I’m in love,” Antonio said.
Destiny believed she could actually hear her own heart skip a beat and tried to remain as cool and unresponsive to his words as was humanly possible. Somehow, though, she knew she failed. He’d have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to notice how his words affected her.
He glanced at his watch. “Tonight then,” he said. “Eight o’clock. I’d like to be chivalrous tonight and pick you up at your door if you don’t mind?”
“I don’t mind at all. I’ll see you at eight.”
He kissed her again then turned to leave. “It’s going to be difficult concentrating today,” he said as he left.
“Ditto,” Destiny added.
It was 10:30 A.M. and Destiny didn’t feel like going to work. She was going to do something she hadn’t done in a long time: lie in bed, watch the news, drink a cup of coffee and savor the moment. She called her assistant and told her she would be working from home, hung up the phone and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Destiny slept late into the afternoon dreaming of many more days like this one.
Antonio and Destiny had been dating for six months now and things were almost too good to be true. They both enjoyed the same things and seldom had any conflict, yet Destiny often thought Antonio was hiding something. He seldom spoke of his family and she had never met any of his friends.
One afternoon Destiny was on her way out of the office to a meeting when the telephone rang.
“Tammy, could you grab that for me?” she asked her assistant.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Shannon’s office,” Tammy said. “Destiny, it’s Antonio.”
Destiny ran back into her office. “Hi, baby,” she said.
“Hi, love,” Antonio responded. “Did you know today is six months to the day that we met?”
“Really,” Destiny responded. She couldn’t believe how romantic he was. She knew, but was surprised he had remembered. Most men didn’t remember six-month anniversaries.
“So, my dear, to commemorate this momentous occasion, I am cooking dinner for you tonight at my place.”
Destiny was elated; dinner at his place. She seldom spent time there. The most she had ever done was meet him in the lobby of his building. They spent all their time at her place. She hadn’t pressured Antonio and figured it was because his studio in Chelsea was less comfortable than her large two-bedroom apartment. “So, what are we having?” she asked.
“Lobster tails, rice pilaf and steamed mixed vegetables. Does that meet with mi Destino’s approval?” Antonio asked.
Destiny’s heart began to race. It had been fifteen years since she had heard those words—“mi Destino”—Spanish for my destiny. Only one man had ever called her that. He had been the love of her life and he was dead!
Destiny left her office and caught a cab to Antonio’s apartment. She was happy to get a quiet driver. She didn’t feel up to idle chitchat. She needed to calm herself and to stop rehashing old memories.
Destiny got to Antonio’s around 6:00 P.M. His place was decorated with lots of leather and glass and was larger than she expected. On the round glass dining table was a chilled bottle of champagne and a dish full of strawberries. As soon as Destiny walked in Antonio grabbed her and kissed her full on the lips. He engulfed her; tugging at her lower lip with his teeth and sticking his tongue so far down her throat she thought she might choke. His kisses were different than usual; or was it her uneasiness at being reminded of her past?
“Mi Destino. come, have a seat.” Antonio removed Destiny’s coat and flung it across the recliner.
Destiny was agitated. “Why do you keep calling me that?” she asked.
“What?” Antonio responded; “Mi Destino? Because you are—you are my destiny.”
Destiny couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something strange about Antonio tonight. He popped the cork on the bottle of Dom Pérignon, poured each of them a glass and proposed a toast—“To momentous occasions,” he announced. After they each took a sip of the champagne, Antonio grabbed Destiny with such force she almost lost her footing. He kissed her, sucking the breath from her body with each kiss. He grabbed at her breasts, pushing her down on the couch. Usually Antonio was slow and gentle with her. This time, however, he ripped her silk blouse from her body along with her red lace bra as he proceeded to pinch both her nipples, sucking her breasts, feeding on them like a starving man, taking turns biting at each nipple as they began to grow more and more erect. Destiny was frightened by this sudden change in his personality. She was wearing a red thong, which he also ripped from her body, causing a searing pain to course through her as the cloth ripped into her pussy. Antonio wasted no time in bombarding her body with bites—to her breasts and to her belly before seeking out her clean-shaven mound. His tongue licked and sucked her pussy while his teeth nibbled at her clit. Destiny was frightened, yet there was an element that excited her.
He finally spoke. “Esto es lo que usted quieres?” she heard him say. It sounded to Destiny like a question—or was it some sort of challenge? She couldn’t begin to know what he had said. Just when Destiny thought she would explode from a mixture of anticipation coated with fear, Antonio picked up the bottle of champagne. He took a long swig straight from the bottle, grabbed the back of Destiny’s head, pulling her hair, and pulled her lips close to his, releasing the champagne he had in his mouth into hers. Champagne dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Before she could recover, Antonio had doused her body with half of the champagne in the bottle. He licked and sucked hungrily at the liquid that now soaked her. Antonio raised himself from atop Destiny just long enough to remove his clothing. His dick was rock hard and he was still holding the bottle of champagne in his hand.
He kept asking, “Is this what you want, mi Destino? Is this what you want?” Before she could answer, Antonio plunged the champagne bottle deep into her pussy, causing her to gasp, and began fucking her with the bottle. Trickles of champagne streamed down her thighs, when he pulled the bottle out, it poured from her pussy onto the floor. He ended by jerking off and ejaculating a massive quantity of cum onto Destiny’s face before collapsing on her and falling asleep.
Destiny was dumbfounded. His lovemaking was usually so tender. She thought maybe he had been drinking before she got there. But he didn’t seem to be drunk. She couldn’t sleep, so she just watched Antonio for a moment. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he reminded her of someone. She decided to get out of bed and make herself a cup of herbal tea. She was looking for the tea in Antonio’s kitchen cabinets, and in the corner of one of the cabinets was an envelope. She didn’t usually snoop, but there was so much she didn’t know about Antonio, and the evening had been so strange. She opened the envelope. And was stunned. There was a picture of what appeared to be a very happy couple and their son. The boy looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, the woman she did not recognize, but the man in the picture she knew all too well! It was Julio, the only man she had ever loved—that is, until now. As she tried to make sense of this situation, she heard footsteps behind her. It was Antonio.
“I guess we can add invasion of privacy to your list of crimes,” Antonio said.
