Chapter 7
Trish walked into Davis’s apartment, immediately taking in the scenery before walking over to the couch to join him for a drink. It was very plain, in comparison to the apartment that she’d moved into. The walls were a soft taupe and provided a very relaxing aura while the floors were a lightly toned hardwood that was stained to be slightly off from the walls. Also on the floors were several small rugs, all of various colors and shapes but providing enough of a contrast to allow it to be considered different. She walked into a small dining room with a beautiful table and six chairs, all constructed of wood. Looking over it, she noticed the intricate designs on the sides of the table and the tops of the chairs. “This is beautiful,” she said as she noticed the designs, placing her hands on top of the chair and rubbing her hand against it.
“My mother has a knack for purchasing old, antique furniture and my father and I enjoy restoring it,” explained Davis as he stood beside her. “Too many people throw out things they consider to be old or outdated, instead of appreciating the craftsmanship and the work that was put into these pieces.”
“I guess you firmly believe that they don’t make things like they used to?” joked Trish as she stepped past the table and walked through an archway into the living room before turning back to take notice of the arch. “Did you restore this too?”
Davis smiled as he looked over the magnificent, wooden archway, wrapping his fingers around the post. “No, I actually made this,” he said humbly. “All of this wood came from a fallen redwood from California. I took several of the branches and converted them into various pieces of furniture.”
Trish smiled earnestly as she looked back at Davis and gazed into his blue eyes. “So, you work with wood in your spare time?”
“I do,” he replied calmly. “Apart from real estate, I work with these pieces of wood and create magnificent pieces of work, selling them to my clients to put into the homes I sell.”
“So how does that work?” she asked while standing under the archway with him. “How does your job work?”
Davis shook his head. “It’s quite simple, really,” he said with a soft smile. “I purchase distressed property, repair it, and then resell it.”
“Oh, so you flip houses?”
“More or less,” he explained. “It does very well for me. It’s a great living and I’m glad I got involved in it.”
Trish nodded as she stepped out of the archway and into the living room, taking in the scenery as she looked about. “All of these pieces of furniture, the end tables and shelves, did you make those too?”
Davis smiled as he stepped in and started pointing at all of the furniture to explain each piece. “That large shelf in the corner was found in a colonial home that I purchased just outside of Boston a few years ago,” he explained. “The home was from the early seventeen-hundreds and was still in relatively great shape, but unfortunately we had to demolish some of the walls to make it a bit more modern. That shelf, however, was built into the wall and I took it out and brought it here to use in my own home.” He turned and pointed toward another shelf at the other end of the room. “That shelf was built to match the other one. Now, this coffee table in the center of the room was found at a home in Staten Island that I just thought it was well built and looked great. There’s no historical value or anything else involved in it, just that I liked it.”
Trish laughed as she walked over to the couch and sat down. “It’s still beautiful.”
“Well thank you,” he replied, noticing that Trish was still gazing over all of the intricate wood work in the apartment. He watched her closely, seeing that her eyes were affixed to a wooden cabinet at the end of the room, admiring the elegantly crafted handles and the immaculately detailed doors. “I see you like my armoire,” he said as he crossed his arms, standing with a sense of entitlement and achievement. “It was the most difficult thing I have ever created.”
“What’s the story behind it?” she asked as she walked toward it, placing her hand against the finely etched wood before looking back at Davis with a curious grin.
Davis stepped up beside her and opened the two doors on the top, revealing several pictures and paintings of an old British battleship from the early colonial period. “The wood from this came from a salvaged ship that was sunk just outside of Virginia during the revolutionary war,” explained Davis as he ran his finger along the coated edge. “I spent a year researching this boat once I found out that it had been recovered from the depths of the Atlantic, wondering if I would get a chance to obtain a piece of it. The wood was incredibly wet when it came out, as it should’ve been from being under water. However, once it dried, it become useable. Unfortunately, the quality of the wood after it was recovered was very frail. I purchased several feet of the hull in the hopes that I would be able to do something incredible. I wanted all of my furniture to be from this magnificent ship, but unfortunately, I could only salvage enough to make this armoire.”
“It’s still gorgeous, and it tells an amazing story,” said Trish as she continued to stare at the piece of furniture while Davis stepped away, walking over to the other side of the room before looking back at Trish. “So, what happened to this ship?”
Davis turned, placing his back against the wall and another archway that led to the bedroom. “The ship, the H.M.S. Regal, sailed into the Charleston harbor during the fall of 1777. It captured several shipments of supplies from the colonists before setting sail and heading north toward Boston harbor. They sailed along the coast line to maintain visibility and to capture and delay any French vessels bringing the colonists supplies and reinforcements from Europe. As they were sailing along the coast of Virginia near Jamestown, they were besieged by two French vessels bringing guns and ammunition to the colonial army. Their ship was sunk and the majority of the crew went down with it, but their story remained. It’s not a visceral story or even one filled with tales of heroism, but it’s personal. That ship played a role in history and now, it’s an armoire that doubles as a liquor cabinet.”
Trish busted out laughing from the last remark. She turned and opened up the door to find several bottles of fine, perfectly aged liquor sitting beside several ornate glasses. “This is also impressive,” she said as she turned back to look at him. “I can’t decide which I like more: the furniture or what’s inside it.”
“That was also a lot of work to acquire, though I can easily find it if I need to,” he said with a smile as he walked up and picked up one of the bottles inside. “This bottle of scotch has been aged forty years. I only drink it on special occasions and I’m very selective about when those occasions are,” he informed her as he held it in his hands for both of them to admire. “This set me back about three thousand dollars, but it was money well spent.”
Trish’s eyes opened up as she looked over the bottle, hearing the cost and thinking about that investment. “Why would you spend so much for something that can be disposed of or accidentally spilt?”
Davis grinned as he set the bottle back in the cabinet. “I do really well in my career and instead of spending it on a massive apartment or a fancy car, I’d rather spend it on things like this,” he explained calmly. “ Things I really enjoy, and it makes me appreciate where I’m at in life.” He paused briefly as he turned around and stepped away from the armoire. “I remember when I was in college, studying economic development at New York University. While there, I became an aficionado of bad alcohol and cheap liquor. I wasn’t very wealthy when I went to school, paying my own way by working odd jobs and delivering pizza. Financial aid could only get me so far, and it paid for my tuition and some of my books. However, I didn’t want to live in a box beside the school. I had to pay for my apartment and other things to help me get through. It’s why I appreciate this expensive bottle of scotch because, to me, it’s a culmination of all of my hard work.”
“So, you drink expensive liquor to remind you of what it was like to drink bad liquor?” she asked playfully.
“It’s more of a celebration of the fact that I don’t have to drink it anymore,” he said with a coy grin. “However, if you’d rather have some of the cheap stuff, I keep it in the kitchen under the sink.”
Trish laughed heartily as she stepped forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. “I would love to drink the cheap stuff with you if that’s what you would prefer,” she said softly as she leaned in and kissed him again. “Frankly, I’m just happy to be here with you right now.”
“And why is that?” asked Davis as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Because you seem like you have it all together while I’m still trying to figure it all out,” she explained honestly.
Davis nodded. “You really think I have everything figured out?”
“I do,” she replied kindly.
“On the surface, I do,” he said softly. “I want it to appear like I have everything under control. However, I still work very hard to keep going with what I have and making everything happen like I do. It’s a struggle to stay focused and motivated, but I do the absolute best that I can do.” He walked over to the couch and had a seat, looking back at Trish as she stood in front of the armoire and looked back at him. “Thank you for coming back tonight,” he said honestly. “I’m really happy that you ended up moving back here.”
Trish smiled as she walked over to the couch and sat down beside him, turning sideways and placing her legs up on the cushions. “I’m really glad I did too,” she said with an earnest smile. “I think this could be considered one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.”
“Coming back to my apartment?” he asked sarcastically.
“No, coming back to New York, silly,” she joked playfully, slapping him softly on the arm as she smiled at him. “I’m really glad that I decided to come back to New York after all. All my friends and family are here, and then there is this guy who may be really good for me that’s also here. I couldn’t get a foothold for life in Chicago and I couldn’t really make friends. I belong in New York and I’m happy that I’m able to come home.”
“Was it difficult to organize the move?” he asked, enjoying the conversation.
Trish sat still for a bit, thinking of her answer while she looked over at Davis. “Honestly, I’m going to miss the kids I was working with, but I feel like I left them in a better position than before I got there,” she said confidently. “Before I arrived, some of those kids were raising themselves. Once I checked in, we were able to start an effective mentoring program that really helped some of them and I’m happy for that.”
“You know, I asked you before about what you think about having your own family one day. Has that changed?”
“Not even a little,” she replied. “I don’t want my own family right now. Is that a problem?”
Davis smirked. “Not really,” he said. “One day I’d like to think about it, but right now, I’m really enjoying myself.”
“That’s a good answer,” she said with a soft smile, looking across the couch at him. “I really think that is fantastic.”
“I’m not saying that I don’t want a family one day,” he clarified as he sat up and turned toward her. “I’m just saying I don’t want one right now.”
“And that’s ok,” continued Trish. “I’m open to the idea one day, but right now, with me working with children all the time, I don’t think I can raise them on my own yet.”
Davis nodded. “That makes sense,” he said. “You’ve dedicated your life to other people’s children. I can respect that.”
“Thanks,” she replied. “Why don’t you show me the rest of your apartment?” she asked in a seductive tone.
“I’d love to,” he said with a smile. Davis stood up from the couch and reached his hand out, motioning for Trish to grab it and allow him to lift her up. Reaching forward, she grabbed his hand, rising to her feet. He led the way through the living room and through another archway, into the large bedroom. She followed him into the bedroom, where she noticed more of the ornate, antique furniture resting against the walls and the bed resting in the center of the room against the back wall.
They stopped in front of the bed as he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her forward while she placed her lips on his, kissing him affectionately as their bodies touched. She took her hands and immediately started unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off his back to reveal his firm abs and smooth chest. Reaching for the back of her dress, she unzipped it allowing it to fall to the floor, while he kept a tender hold on her. He pulled her closer, pressing her chest up against his while moving his hands up to unhook her bra, allowing her bare breasts to rub against his firm upper abs. She moaned softly as her stomach rubbed against the tip of his cock, feeling the firmness touch her skin sparked a fire in her center.
He took his hands and lowered them down to her ass, placing his thumbs underneath the elastic of her thong before slowly lowering them. “You’re not wasting any time?” she said as she stood naked, releasing her lips from his long enough to look at him bewitchingly. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him backwards onto the bed before lowering herself down to her knees and looking across his torso at him. Placing her hands on his waist, she unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down off his hips and letting them drop to the floor. Next, his boxers met the same fate as they too ended up on the floor. His cock, firmly erect and standing straight up, waited patiently for Trish to place her hand on it to do what she chose to. Lowering her head to his erect cock, she slowly licked the tip of it.
“That’s nice,” he said as he felt her tongue across the tip. He exhaled slowly as he closed his eyes, feeling Trish continuing to tease him while his toes began to curl. He cleared his mind, ensuring that the enjoyment of this experience was at the forefront of his mind. With each circle of her tongue around the head of his erect member, sensations ran up his spine. She gripped him firmly in her right hand, moving her hand up and down slowly as she continued to lick around the tip, continuously teasing him with every subtle movement. He arched his back while she gripped his member firmly in her hand, enjoying the feeling as she stroked his cock up and down. “Please keep going. Don’t stop.”
“Stop?” she asked playfully, ceasing any motion and taking her hand off of his throbbing cock. She hovered over it with her hand open as she looked up into his eyes. “Did you want me to stop?” she smiled as she teased him.
His eyes shot open while he leaned up and looked down his torso at her. “No, I said don’t stop.”
“So that was stop?”
“No, don’t stop!” She smiled playfully as she placed her hand back on his cock. She gipped his dick, slowly twisting her hand back and forth as she bit her bottom lip with a smile creeping out of both sides of her mouth. A soft moan escaped him once she placed her hand back on his aching prick. He clutched the sheets as he continued to look down at the smiling Trish. Hovering her mouth over the tip of his member, she opened it slightly as she maintained her coy grin. She lowered her head exceptionally slow until her lips were just barely touching the tip of his prick, still looking up at his face as he stared back in delight. Davis was anticipating her placing the entirety of his cock in her mouth, though she held it tightly in her hand, leaving it at the end of her lips. She flicked her tongue lightly in between her lips, stroking the tip of the head while moving her hand softly. For several seconds, she teased him to her enjoyment. She knew what he wanted and she was in complete control. Finally, after becoming satisfied and seeing the frustration build on his face, she opened her lips more and placed his cock in her mouth. “Thank you,” he moaned lightly as he felt her wet lips surround him and her tongue wrap around it.
She opened her mouth all the way and took the entirety of it in her mouth, lowering herself down to the bottom of his shaft before wrapping her lips around it tightly. She moved up slowly and then back down again, allowing her tongue to work around it, sending several amazing sensations down his spine. She worked on it slowly while looking up at him, pulling her mouth off of it to lick his shaft. He looked down at her as she smiled with her tongue out, licking his cock, pleasuring him. He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, allowing her to continue while his eyes rolled back into his head. She gripped his shaft firmer and started stroking it vigorously. He moaned as he felt his cock starting to pulsate in her hand, feeling the sensations build and tingle with each stroke. She placed her lips on top of the head of his cock as she stroked it firmly, waiting patiently for her reward. Finally, it erupted into her mouth, firing the creamy substance into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed.
With a smile across her face and an enticing gaze in her eyes, she crawled across his body, placing her chest on his. She moved her head closer to his lips and started kissing him passionately, still with the taste of his seed in her mouth. He kissed her willingly, placing his hands on her waist as they shared an intense moment. They stayed locked into each other’s gaze for several moments, before releasing and staring into each other’s eyes. “I’m glad you came back,” he said with a smile, still feeling the ecstasy that accompanied his orgasm.
“I’m glad you waited for me,” said Trish with a smile. “It made moving back home a lot more enjoyable.”
Davis smiled as he laid on his back looking up at the beautifully round face of Trish. “I wouldn’t have waited for anyone else,” he said with a charming smile. “You are the only woman for me.”
Trish smiled back as she leaned down and gave him a light peck on his lips. “And you’re the only man for me,” she said softly as she leaned down and kissed him again, doing her best to hold back her smile. She was giddy and excited about what life was offering her. She had someone who completed her and made her happy, which was the most important thing to her. Trish was finally home.