Mona's POV

Today was going to be a good day. I had just gotten the job as CFO at Durand Textiles and would be moving from Atlanta to New Orleans in the next couple of weeks. I have always wanted to live in New Orleans. Mardi Gras, the food, the entertainment was nothing like it anywhere else and I would be staying only a few blocks from the legendary Bourbon Street.

Tomorrow was my thirtieth birthday and I knew my bestfriend Alexis Varner, the event planner, had something special planned. That girl could throw a party on a minutes notice. She owned one of the biggest event planning agencies in Atlanta. She knew the whos whos and people always wanted to be around her. I met Alexis in third grade and we have been friends ever since.

We both graduated from Howard University and we both got our MBAs from Harvard School of Business. We were both successful, smart and attractive (as we have been told). Sometimes people think we are sisters because we are both caramel complexed with medium length brown hair. We wear the same size in clothes and shoes and we are both designer junkies.

The only difference is that Alexis is a party animal and I'm the more ultra conservative kind of girl. She's a Democratic and I am a Republician. I'm all about the corporate side of things making sure my wealth is created and saved while she parties and spends hers.

I was packing the last of my shoe closet, yes I have a shoe closet that was built in my bedroom. Sue me, I'm a designer shoe collector. Nothing goes on these size seven feet but the best. You name them, I have multiples.

I dress to impress and always have been like that. My mother teaches at Spelman and my father was a dentist. My father died when I was six. He went to the ATM machine one day and was robbed in broad daylight. The young punk shot my dad and he died instantly. The man was later arrested and he later died in prison.

I talk to my mother once a day and we have lunch every Saturday, but now our Saturday brunches would be cut out.
I loved my house in Atlanta. I bought it when I got my first real job at Texas Instruments as a marketing advisor; starting salary sixty thousand and a company car. Not too bad for a twenty three year old. From there I have worked with RhineHeart Chemicals as an Assistant VP of Finance and my last job was as CFO of Wakman Stone Company which Durand Textiles just bought out.

Mr. Collis Durand was impressed with my work and hired me to run the stone, copper and wood extension of his company shipping it through the US and internationally. I was up for the challenge and now I could prove to myself I could do this.

I heard my phone chirping. It had to be under all the clothes on my bed. I tossed the clothes off and picked up.

"Hey Chickadee! The party will be on and popping tomorrow night at Club Gazelles. You are getting the VIP treatment. I got us a limo so when we get drunk we don't have to drive. Mike the owner is going to set up the drinks and Lance Moore is going to serenade you. Who is the woman? I can't hear you?" (The last part she was mocking Spongebob Square Pants.)

"You are the woman Lexi," I said rolling my eyes. I loved my friend but she could be so dramatic.

"I will be at your house by four today so we can go shopping. You need a new dress and shoes for your birthday party. My treat!" she said way too excited over the phone.

"Lexi you don't have to do all this."

"Are you crazy? A girl only turns thirty once and since you are now officially single (baby baby!!! she was singing in the background) you have to do this right. I'm the party planner remember? All you have to do is follow my instructions and show up. Be ready when I get there, toodles," she said hanging up.

I really did not feel like going shopping. I had enough clothes and shoes to last a lifetime. This would be more stuff I would have to pack. I walked back through my three bedroom, three bath house. With three thousand square feet of living and a detached pool house, it would take me three weeks to pack. I grabbed my phone and googled the nearest reputable moving company.

The owner sounded cute over the phone and said he could send someone out tomorrow to give me an estimate. Durand Textiles was moving me but I still needed my things packed.

I quickly got dressed and waited for Lexi. Ten minutes to four she was getting out of her red convertible BMW. She loved that car. It was customized with all the latest and greatest gadgets. Lexi stepped out of her car with some tight skinny jeans, and I Know You Want Me t-shirt with some black Prada sandals. Her brownish black hair was fixed in a perfect bun with her brown Tiffany and Co. sunshades with her big brown Furla satchel. I met her at the door.

"Can a sista use the bathroom?" she asked moving me out the way. She zigzagged through the boxes in the kitchen and the pictures. A few minutes later we were headed to a couple of boutiques.

Four hours later and five hundred dollars lighter in my purse, Lexi had dropped me off. I only let her buy my Gucci pumps. That girl went through money like people drink bottle water. Her parents owned four successful restaurants in Georgia so she was use to it.

"Don't forget to be ready by five. The limo will be here at five or five-thirty pm. Please don't be late Mona."

"Awe I am never late. I think you have me mixed up with your sister Shontel."

"Yeah you right girl. My bad! Love ya and I will see you tomorrow." We hugged and then she left.

~~~~~~~ The Next Day ~~~~~~~~

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," my mother said. She had come to visit me before her class.

"Thanks mommy," I said giving her a hug.

"I can't believe my baby is leaving? Look at all the boxes. What am I going to do without my baby around?"

"I'm sure you will find something to get into. I'm still going to call you everyday so don't worry."

"Here I got this for you," my mom said handing me over an envelope. I opened it and my eyes nearly bucked out my head.

"What is this mom?"

"This is the trust fund money my father left for you. You are to receive it for your thirtieth birthday."

I looked at my mom and then the check. The check was made out to me for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

"Grandpa George made wise investments so the little money he put aside grew and grew. He worked on the railroad and he would put twenty-five dollars aside to put this away for you. Spend it wisely."

"I will thanks mommy."

"Oh this is for you too," she said reaching me a blue wrapped gift. I knew exactly what it was. I opened it and it was a Tiffany diamond bracelet I had been wanting for months but the store would never have it in stock.

"How did you get it?"

"One of my student's dad is a jewelry designer at Tiffany's. He made it for me."

"Thanks mom you are the best."

"No problem. I'm sure you have to get ready. Lexi told me she had big plans for you tonight. Just be safe is all I ask and if you need me just..."

"I know just call you. We will be fine and if we need you we will call." I gave my mom a kiss and she left.

I went back upstairs and looked at the dress on the bed. I had bought a Donna Karan black fitted dress with the back drape that opened only inches above my ass. It was a sexy dress and the black Gucci high heel shoes made it look even more sexy.

I decided to wear my hair down in big curls and with a little blush, mascara and lip gloss I was done. I didn't believe in a lot of makeup. Makeup was to enhance not to make up for beauty. I heard the knock on the door and took one last glimpse in the mirror.

The limo drive to the club was only about twenty minutes. The club was packed as the line wrapped around the block. I was escorted to the second floor VIP lounge. I saw all my friends from the old neighborhood, college and high school. The whole place was packed. People wished me happy birthdays with hugs and jokes. The party got started as the drinks began to flow.

People were dancing having a good time as Lexi, Sharon and Greta took patron shots. The music was blasting and to be honest I was ready to go.

"Girl it's your birthday, come and get that tight ass thong out your yellow ass. Let's get this party on! " Lexi shouted out through the crowd. Everyone cheered and then Lance Moore came out and serenaded me.

Lance Moore had to be the finest brotha in Atlanta. He had just gotten a record deal and now he was on the concert circuit. He sang to me as Lexi kept pouring me drink after drink. After his third song, he sang happy birthday as I danced off beat.

I don't know what was in my drink, but I felt good. My body started to relax and I let the beat of the music take control. I wasn't really a drinker but I kept drinking.

"Where's the bathroom?" I said stumbling.

"Down the stairs to the right," Greta said hiccuping. "You need me to take you?"

"No I'm good. I should be able to find it." I grabbed on to the banister and walked down the stairs. I didn't realize there were so many and they curved.

My vision was getting hazy as I finally made it down the stairs. When I got to the end I hit something hard.

"Ouch! Did I just hit the wall? Wait where did the wall come from?" I said out loud but more to myself.

"I'm not a wall," the deep baritone voice said.

I looked up and saw the most
dreamiest guy in the world. He looked like a giant with dark brown hair and sexy forest green eyes with a small goatee. He looked like a taller and muscular version of Paul Walker. I felt my panties dampen.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you two are?" I asked him now seeing two of him.

"Actually I haven't. You are the first. I'm Ian and you are?"

"The woman that wants to marry you and have your babies. Will you marry me and let me have your babies?"

"How can I marry you when I don't know your name?"

"It's .. it's ... shit I don't remember. I gotta go pee. Stay right here okay. Don't leave." I said putting my hand to his broad muscular chest. Wow he had muscles.

"Oh can you point me in the direction of the ladies room, I know it is around here somewhere."

Mr. Ian grabbed my hand and walked me to the ladies room.

"Here you go," he said opening the door.

"Thanks I will just be a minute. Don't forget to stay," I said kissing him on the lips while I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was taken a little off guard but he didn't back away. I deepened the kiss as I felt his erection stirring in his pants.

I could feel him raising up my dress and I felt his hand moving inside my panties. He pushed me in the ladies room and locked the door never letting me go.

He pulled my panties to the side and with two thick fingers he entered me. I could hear how wet I was. The slouching of my essence had me moaning against his talented lips.

"Hmmm, oh that feels so good. Don't stop." Before I knew it my dress was raised and Mr. Ian was between my legs doing his thing. I no longer had to pee. All I could think about was Mr. Ian giving me pleasure.

His lips grabbed a hold to my pearl and my body started to thrash.

"Oh yes baby, just like that," I moaned out.

He inserted his fingers as they gently massage my aching walls. I grabbed a hold to his hair pushing him further between my legs until there was nowhere else for him to go.

"Fuck you are so fucking wet for me," he said through small breaths. I would get as hot or wet as he wanted me to get. His tongue twirled inside me and before I knew it I released hard. I moaned and groaned as wave after wave of bliss made my knees weak. I felt myself losing my balance, but Mr. Ian was right there to catch me.

I saw desire in his eyes and I wanted more. I saw his lips puckered as they were wet with my essence. I grabbed a hold to his face and licked his lips.

"If you don't stop. I'm going to fuck you right here right now," he said.

"It's my birthday, Mr. Ian." I said. I wanted him. If he was as good with his dick as his tongue, I was ready.

"Show me what you got!" I said smiling.

He unzipped his pants and I heard the condom paper rip. He handed it to me and I eased it on. Good gracious lord the man was packing. He must have seen my eyes.

"Only if you want to?" he said staring into my eyes.

"I've never done this before. I just got out of a long term relationship and he was my first. I'm not this type of girl."

"What type of girl are you?" I could feel him positioning himself.

"I don't know anymore. I like structure and rules. I'm never spontaneous, I'm not a hoe. I just don't want to be hurt anymore." I felt a tear roll down my face.

He kissed it.

"You have permission to have me," I said.

He raised me up against the wall and pushed up my dress.

"Are you sure? We don't have to do this?" He said looking at my lips and then my eyes. I found myself getting lost in them.

I licked my lips and kissed him. As soon as my lips touched his, he entered me in one swift motion. I held on to him tight as he started off slow. He was long and thick and my head fell back against the wall. He held on to me with one hand and slid my dress up and sucked on my breast.

I was more than sure my eyes were rolling back in my head. Not even sex with Darren was like this. This felt so good that I didn't want it to stop.

"Right there Mr. Ian. Oh yeah, right there," I moaned as he angled himself. He rotated his hips and my legs were tightly wrapped around his waist. With each stroke he hit my g spot.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart, just stay... just like that!" he moaned. He moved his hands and placed them up under my arms. He had me in placed as his hands gripped my shoulders.

We both moaned as he kissed me. He was so deep inside of me I swear I felt him touching my womb.

Shit! This man was unstoppable. We both yelled out our pleasure as the music drowned out our voices. He kissed me one last time.

"Happy Birthday, Sexy," he said disposing of the condom and pulling up his pants. I pulled down my dress in shock that I actually just had sex with a perfect stranger in a public restroom. I was so going to hell for this. I would definitely be reciting the rosary tonight.

"You need any help?" he asked with concern.

I shook my head no. He touched my cheek and gave me a small peck on the lips. He reached in his pocket and handed me his card.

"If you ever need anything, just give me a call. Are you sure you are going to be okay?"

"Yeah," I said taking his card.

"Are you going to tell me your name?"
he asked buttoning up his suit coat. I never realized he was wearing a custom made black Tom Ford suit, with Louboutin lace up dress shoes. He looked like he stepped off the cover of GQ magazine.

"It's Mona," I said adjusting my dress.

"Well Mona, I hope you enjoy the rest of your birthday. Don't drink anymore and if you ever need something call me, okay."

"Okay," was all I could say. He unlocked the door and walked out. I still couldn't believe I had just done what I did. It was no way to turn back the hands of time because the trip part about it, I would have probably done the same thing again.

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