Madam Montana

Part 1: Welcome Home

Kierra

Damn, I look good, I think to myself as I give myself a once over in the mirror. The way this white baby doll gown is hugging my mocha colored skin is enough to turn me on. But this look is put together not for my enjoyment, but for my boyfriend,  Antonio Montana (And soon to be fiancé, God willing). Hopefully, he'll pop the question soon enough. My man has been off on a business trip to Los Angeles and in less than thirty five minutes, will be walking through our front door.  And not to an apartment building, either. A gorgeous mansion set in the middle of beautiful Miami. White, red, black, and gold where the themes he chose long before I came into the picture. White double doors to enter the house. Then on either side of the staircase are stairs with black railing with red carpet resting on them. Would you believe he made the blueprint for this house himself? Hell, he even made it on Forbes's 'Thirty Under Thirty List'. That's my man, kicking ass in the contracting business. He works so hard for everything he's gotten and I'm so proud of him. I check my watch, 3:15. Ooh, Tony's T-Minus ten minutes away. I grab the mid-thigh length silk robe and race to his office. The surprise I'm planning for him is laid out like this. I have these white rose petals leading up the stairs to his office doors. Once he opens the doors, there I am sitting in his office chair, cigar in hand, giving him a sexy pose and a wicked grin. Then we commence to having rough, animalistic sex all over this office. It's all worked out in my head, even down to the shoes I'm wearing. These just so happen to be his favorite pair, red platform strap stiletto heels, which makes my little legs seem more toned and sexy. I grab a cigar out of his office drawer just as the front door opens. Yay, he's home! I quickly lit the cigar and strike my pose that mimics Serena's in Sports Illustrated. The office door opens, the lights turn on, and the sexy string of words fall shamelessly out of my mouth,

"Bienvenido a casa, Tony." Only to be met by two different kinds of laughter. I immediately recognize the second voice. I close my robe and glare at both the men in front of me, My boyfriend Antonio Montana, and his best friend, The King of Assholes, Michael Jackson.

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LOVELIES! Heeeeeyyy! How'd you like that little taste of Madam Montana? Taste good, right? Get ready because this story has all the stops in it. Buckle your seatbelts, hons.

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