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Bitter Sweet Updated 4/4

<a href="">Eden</a>
<a href="">Angel</a>
<a href="">Tripp</a>
<a href="">Trevor</a>
<a href="">Jordan</a>


<strong><a href="">Eden</a></strong>

I inhaled deeply, letting the aroma therapy candles do their job, while trying to ignore the knocking on my door. The door opened slowly and a woman poked her head in.
"Excuse me Eden, they're ready for you on the set."
It was Krista, Tripp's assistant.
"I don't mean to be a diva or anything Krista, but they're gonna have to wait."
She looked at me surprised.
"It's just that Tripp is here and-"
I cut her off.
"Tripp should've been here 3 hours ago. Or am I mistaken?"
"Possibly but-"
"I'm sorry but I'm not rushing now. It's nothing personal Krista. I'll just be ten more minutes."
She sighed and backed out, shutting the door behind her. I really didn't mean to make things uncomfortable for her but I was serious. I waited 3 hours for this kid, he can wait ten minutes for me.
Three minutes later I could hear arguing outside my door. This time when the door opened it was <a href="">Tripp</a>.
"Can I help you?" I asked, keeping my back to him.
"Can you help me? You forreal?"
"I thought you'd be able to sense that from the lack of sarcasm in my voice."
"You must've forgotten who I am taking to me like that."
"Wrong. I know exactly who you are. The problem is that I don't care." I got up, checked myself in the mirror and walked past him.
"Krista, who is this chick? Disrespecting me at my own video shoot. She got it twisted. Replace her."
I smiled and kept walking.
"You ain't gonna replace no one Rodney. Now let’s go before I get back in my zone and you have to wait another 30 minutes."
He was quiet. I kept walking.
"It's Tripp," he said as he caught up to me.
"Rodney Tripp Preston, right?"
"Junior. Rodney is my father not me...I go by Tripp. Always have, always will."
I looked at him and saw something change in his face. It was soft, almost vulnerable.
"But yo," he said, defenses back up. "Who do you think you are talking to me like that?"
"I'm the chick that don't give two f*cks about who you think you are. Since we're gonna be working together for the next couple of days, you need to understand something." I stopped and turned to face him; he had beautiful eyes, pictures definitely didn’t do them justice. "I'm about my business and definitely about my money. I HATE when people mess that up. Be professional Tripp."
I turned back around and continued walking.
"You got a lot of balls and a lot of attitude-" he said. "I hate that sh*t..."
"That's life baby. You can't like everyone."
We finally got to the set and the director explained the concept of the video to us.
"Don't get crazy Tripp," I said as we walked over to the bed.
"I'm an artist. I do what I need to do to make the video look good. You better not get crazy when you feel all of this on top of you."
I turned to him and grabbed his crotch.
"I've felt bigger. I think I'll be ok."
Before he could respond hair and makeup walked over to us and did some last minute fixes. I undid my robe and handed it off. Tripp smiled and rubbed his hands together as he walked around me, admiring the lingerie I was wearing.
"Oh, we're definitely gonna have a fun couple of hours."
"Look Tripp, this is business aight? Don’t get out of pocket because I certainly won’t hesitate to correct you, I don’t care how privileged you think you are.”
I crawled onto the bed and waited for the directors cue. It was gonna be a long a day.

<strong><a href="">Angel</a></strong>

I woke up to the warmness of the sun shining on my face, the cool breeze of Barbados blowing gently across my skin. Once again I was reminded of how blessed I truly am.
"Wake up <a href="">Trevor</a>," I said as I tapped my husband. "You've got your meeting today remember?"
He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arms around me.
"But it's my birthdayyyy," he whined.
"I know it is old man, but you still have responsibilities."
He popped up.
"Old man? I wasn't old last night when I was knee deep in that p**sy giving you all this d**k, was I?"
"Pfft, you wasn't giving me nothing. Who was on top again?"
"Yeah, because you wouldn't let me flip you over."
"I was just tryna make sure you didn't blow your back out or anything, old man."
He climbed on top of me and smiled.
"Requesting permission to refute the claims brought against me by the court, your honor?"
I love when he uses lawyer talk.
"On what grounds counselor?" I asked.
"Falsehood and defamation. I believe that I have an argument strong enough to force the court to change their views, and possibly have it bedridden for the next couple of days."
"Mm...request denied."
"Please reconsider-"
"Denied counselor. Are you hard of hearing?"
"Come on Angel," he said pronouncing the g. "It's my birthday."
"Say it the right way and I might reconsider."
"Te quiero Angel," he said, this time replacing the g with an h. "Por favor."
He kissed my neck and I giggled and pushed him away.
"You gotta get ready baby. The car will be here in 30 minutes to pick you up and you still have to eat breakfast."
He sat up and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.
"You got all the breakfast I need." He kissed up to my knee and ran his tongue down my thigh.
"Stop Trevor."
He ignored me and lifted my other leg. I crossed my ankles and squeezed my thighs around his neck, putting my high school wrestling experience to use.
"You have to get ready."
"D*mn baby, I always forget about this vice grip that you have. Aight, let me go."
"You promise to stop and go get ready?"
"Yeah yeah. Come on now, you're starting to hurt me."
I released him and he rubbed his neck.
"I'm sorry, but it had to be done."
I sat up and kissed his neck.
"You're lucky I'm dark skinned, otherwise you'd be I trouble."
"I doubt it." I kissed him and got out of the bed.
He followed me and grabbed my arm.
"Can you at least shower with me?"
"Fine. But you better not start nothing."
He smiled and picked me up.
"Scouts honor."

After our shower, he got ready and I went out onto the balcony. I opened my towel and let it drop to my feet as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I loved the way the sun in the Caribbean felt.
"You tryna start something?" he asked, turning me around and grabbing two handfuls of my behind.
"You had your fun in the shower Trev. And you're lucky I even let that happen."
"I find my wife standing on our balcony in this beautiful country, wearing nothing but the sun and I'm not supposed to try something?"
He kissed me on my lips and started working his way down. The doorbell rang and he sucked his teeth.
"Be like this when I come back." He kissed me and pulled my hair. "I'll show you just how old I am."
"See you later Gramps," I said as he walked away.