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pocminiseries · 5 years

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Call My Name

New Challenge.

"Mrs. Scott informed me to highly recommend you for this job." He mentioned, glancing up from the file that sat on his desk. "That's impressive." He added, smiling at the beautiful woman who sat in the chair in front of his desk.

Brooklyn returned the smile, rubbing her slightly sweaty hands on her navy blue jumpsuit. "Yeah, it was a great learning experience to work beside her." She told him truthfully. The older woman has been a first-grade teacher for over thirteen years and one of the best in the city. So when she got a chance to pick where she'd do her internship, Southside Hill Private School was easily her first choice because of the opportunity to work with Mrs. Scott.

Mr. Torres nodded his head, understanding what she meant completely. "But I'm curious as to why you chose to work for public school and not private. Southside actually pays more and have better benefits. Especially with a resume like yours, you would've been hired easily."

"Honestly, I just feel like children who go to public school deserve great teachers as well. Besides, it's where I've gotten my education. Plus, I do this because I have a love for being a teacher, not the money." Brooklyn loved working with children, which is why she chose to be a first-grade teacher.

"I see. Well if that's the case....you're hired." Beamed Mr. Torres, standing up from his chair to congratulate her.

Brooklyn stared at the man in surprise. "Really? Just like that?" She gaped, not expecting to be hired on the spot like this.

"Just like that. We really needed a teacher as soon as possible, like starting tomorrow as possible." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "Today is the last day that Ms. Stone will be teaching the class that you will be taking over."

Brooklyn eyed him curiously. "Why is she leaving so suddenly?"

"Well, you see....class 43B can be a bit, how can I say this? Challenging?" He guessed, struggling to find the nicest word to describe the students.

Brooklyn made a face, looking away, finding his words suspicious. "How so?" She questioned, pressing for more answers.

"Huey, Dewey, and Louie." He stated simply, hoping she'd get what characters he was referring too.

"You mean like Donald Duck's nephews?" She giggled, once she figured out his reference.

"So a mischievous group is why she's leaving?""Sadly and the one before has done the same." He revealed. "We've been through two teachers in the last five months and hopefully you're the one for the job." He was hoping, praying that Brooklyn could handle the three little boys who had a habit for tormenting the students and teachers.

"That bad huh?" She smiled to herself as Mr. Torres nodded his head. "If that's the case, I can't wait to meet them." There wasn't much that Brooklyn couldn't handle and if this trio was as bad as he claimed to be, then she was up for a challenge.

Mr. Torres sighed, placing his hands into his pocket. "It's recess, so I'll introduce you to the other two first grade teachers. Follow me." He instructed her, making his way towards his office door.

Grabbing her purse, Brooklyn stepped out first as Mr. Torres opened the door and waited for him to lead the way. "If you ever need anything and I'm not available, just call up to the office and Ms. Allen or Ms. Bell will help you." He informed her, pointing at the women who sat behind the counter smiling at the two of them.

Brooklyn politely waved and continued to follow Mr. Torres out of the front office and down the hall. Her eyes wandered all over the colorful painting that graced the walls that were obviously done by children. Numerous tri-fold boards sat on top of the tables that sat in front of the library about books that the older kids have done reports on. It got her all giddy inside seeing their beautiful minds explore and come to life from all the color and unique ways each board was designed.

"Each hall has different grade levels. Hall A is kindergarten, Hall B is first grade, where your classroom will be located, C is second grade and so forth and so on." He explained, pointing at each hall. "Some even have their own unique names. Like Mr. Graham calls his class the Go-Getters. His students tend to have the best grades."

Brooklyn chuckled at that, taking everything in as they approached the playground. Her eyes immediately landed on a group of what she assumed to be teachers talking among themselves while they kept a close eye on the children.

"Ms. Cole, Mr. Matthews this is Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for Whitney." He introduced everyone, Brooklyn taking notice in the shared look the teachers gave at the mention of Whitney.

The straight raven-haired Asian woman was the first to step up, holding out her hand towards Brooklyn. "You can just call me Jade and this is Ryan." She smiled warmly as both women shook hands. The male beside her eyeing Brooklyn like she was a piece of steak.

"Don't mind him, he's a bit of a flirt," Jade said, slapping Ryan on the back of the head to snap him out of his daze.

"Brooklyn."

"Where is Whitney by the way?" Mr. Torres asked, looking around for the fiery redhead.

"Here." A soft voice said from behind them. Brooklyn turned away to see a tall, pretty woman with a clearly growing belly. "I was just using the ladies room." She grinned at everyone, her eyes landing on a new face.

"Ms. Stone, meet Ms. Monroe, she'll be taking over for you."Whitney gave Brooklyn a sympathetic smile, patting her shoulder softly. "Did he tell you about the infamous trio?"

"Yeah. Are they really that bad?" Frowning at everyone as they all nodded their heads, Brooklyn sighed and look towards the playground.

"I wouldn't have resigned if I wasn't six months but dealing with them is too stressful and that's the last thing that I need." She explained, rubbing her growing belly. "Be careful and well aware of everything Ms. Monroe. Those boys are always up to no good."

"We know it may be hard to believe but it's true. What they did to Michelle, the first teacher, was just cruel. They knew she had a fear of spiders. So they decided to get Eric, a 4th-grade teachers class pet and plant it in her desk. The lady was so scared she pissed on herself and ran out of the classroom". Revealed Ryan, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Who exactly is in this little trio?" Brooklyn asked, now more determined than ever. Even if it was just children that they were talking about, she hated bullying. It wasn't cute, especially with little kids.

"The one in the blue checkered shirt is Aiden." Following Whitney's pointing finger, Brooklyn spotted a golden-haired boy who was busy running after another boy on the playground. "The one he's chasing is Isaiah." She added as Brooklyn took in the cute brown-skinned boy with two missing teeth.

"And lastly is their "leader", Jaxson." Ryan chuckled, putting up air quotes on the word leader before pointing at a boy who stood at the top of a spiral slide looking over the rest of the playground. She eyed him, finding it funny how he looked as if he was watching over his kingdom.

"He doesn't look like he'd harm a fly," Brooklyn said out loud. He looked so...innocent.Jade snorted.

"Yeah, don't let his cuteness get to you. He is the main one you really need to watch out for. It's like he can sense your deepest fears and uses it against you."

As if he knew that he was being talked about, Jaxson's eyes suddenly snapped towards the group of adults almost scaring them, causing him to smile at their reactions. But Brooklyn wasn't fazed one bit and he noticed.

The two had a stare down for a good minute with neither one refusing to back down.

He almost managed to throw her off when he began to grin at her darkly but Brooklyn was no weak bitch. If this little boy thought he was going to scare her away then he had another thing coming.

And Jaxson was going to push every single button that he could.

It was game on.

_______

It was late when Brooklyn found herself with a cart full of school supplies and junk food at her local Walmart.

She had a habit of doing most of her shopping late at night because it was simply easier that way. Plus fewer people.

Sporting in the casual attire of a simple red tank top and grey sweats, she walked down the junk food aisle, looking for something to ease her sweet tooth.

When she spotted a family sized bag of Hershey's cookies and creme kisses on the top shelf, her heart did a leap. "Why the fuck would they place it on the top shelf?" she mumbled to herself as she stood on her tippy toes to reach for the bag.

After two tries and failing, she had almost given up until a long arm reached out and grabbed the bag, handing it to her. She smiled, turning to thank whoever when her smile faltered at who it was.

"C-christian?" Her eyes looked him over, finding it bit weird at his perfect timing.

"Peaches." His responded, knowing how much she hated the nickname he had given her.

She was quick to decide that there was no point in telling him the obvious because she knew he was going to call her that no matter what.

"What are you doing here?" She asked stupidly before catching herself.

Christian smirked, looking around them. "Am I not allowed to enter Walmart?"Brooklyn rolled her eyes, placing her candy into her cart. "You know what I meant."

"Have you forgotten that I like shopping late too?" He reminded her. It was something that the two of them did quite a bit back when they were together.

She placed her hands on her wide hips, thinking that it was still way too suspicious how they ended up in the same aisle at the same time. "Are you stalking me or something? Because if so, y-"

"Don't flatter yourself, love." He rudely interjected. "This was purely coincidental, that I promise you."

Brooklyn bit back the words she wanted to say and chose to turn around and leave him there instead. She was clearly bothered by his choice of words for some reason. He really didn't have to cut her off like that.

'Don't flatter yourself', she mocked in her head. 'Stupid accent head ass'

"Are you really running away from me because of what I said?" He chuckled lowly at her retreating form.

"Considering I don't want to be anywhere near you, yes I am." She said over her shoulder, stopping in her tracks. "You have a nice night Christian."

And with that, she decided if she needed anything else, she'd get it tomorrow. She was partially surprised that he didn't try to stop her. Christian hated when she walked away from him. He always made it clear that if she ever had a problem to address him directly like the grown woman she was.

He wasn't too fond of keeping feelings bottled up.

Once she had paid for her things, she looked around the store, trying to spot him but failed to as she made her exit.

She questioned herself for even wanting to see him again.

But that's how it usually was. She always wanted to see him. Even after their "breakup" she still hoped to see him out in public at least. Although she would never admit that to him.

Popping her trunk open, she placed her numerous bagged items inside, not hearing or seeing Christian walk up behind her. Just as she closed her trunk, she almost jumped out of her skin seeing him standing there.

"What the fuck Christian?! I almost swung on your ass!" She barked, holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart.

"Your reflexes are weak, so I highly doubt that." He stated, running a hand through his hair, messing it up a bit on purpose.

"Shut up." He didn't have to expose her like that she thought to herself as she pushed the shopping cart into the corral.

"Come with me." He requested softly, holding out his hand for her to take.

Brooklyn eyed his hand, then his face. "No. Now bye." She declined quickly, moving towards the driver side door.

"Stop running from me." This was the third time that she had did this since he had seen her again.

She ran away when he barely touched her at the club, then inside of Walmart and now as they stood in the parking lot. It was honestly getting on his nerves because she had no reason to be scared of him.

She knew he was the last person to ever hurt her.

"What do you even want from me Christian? I told you that I don't want anything to do with you."

"And I told you that you that I would always want you!" He snapped back. "This front you putting on is childish because I know you baby."

Brooklyn, refusing to listen to him, hit the unlock button on her keychain. "I-i can't do this right now." She stuttered, barely reaching out to open the door before Christian softly grabbed her arm, stopping her.

She faced him, seeing that look on his face that always made her pussy weep with excitement. He tugged on her hand as he started to walk backward, silently telling her to come with him. Hesitating at first, she finally gave in and allowed him to take her where he wanted.

They walked two rows away from where she parked and stood beside an all black Escalade that was heavily tinted.

"Get in the backseat." He ordered her, opening the back door.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him stupidly. "Nah, I'm not about to d-"

"Get in." His demanded more heatedly, turning Brooklyn on at the tone of his voice.

"Fine." She mumbled climbing into the seat in the very back. Christian followed behind her, closing the door behind him.

Brooklyn watched him get on his knees in between the space of the two seats in the middle in front of her. She knew very well what was about to happen. They were no strangers when it came to fucking in a car. He has taken her plenty of time in the front and backseat wherever, whenever.

Christian leaned forward with hands placed on either side of her and kissed her cheek softly. "Do me a favor Peaches...." He trailed off, sliding her Nike slides off her feet. She bit into her bottom lip as his hands reached for her sweatpants, tugging them down along with her panties, tossing them in the seat next to her.

"What?" She whispered, letting him pull her down the seat a little more and part her thighs, placing her legs over his shoulders. A hiss escaped passed her lips when he gave her a teasing, long lick over her very wet folds. Her legs trembled as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her sensitive clit causing Brooklyn to moan out loud, gripping the headrest behind her.

"Call my name."

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pocminiseries · 5 years

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Call My Name

Club Lure.

The task her older sister gave her was simple; Make sure everything was running smoothly.

But Brooklyn knew that it was never going to be that easy, especially with a place like Club Lure.

"Let's get this over with." She mumbled to herself. Her driver within three seconds stood beside her door opening it as he helped her out of the backseat. The warm Miami winds kissing her skin immediately. "Thank you, Sebastian." The older man simply nodded, making his way back towards the driver side, leaving Brooklyn standing in front of the one place she didn't really want to be.

Her dark eyes scanned the entrance, taking in the long line of people waiting to get in. She knew that her sister's club was a popular one but she had no clue it was this popular.

On the outside, Club Lure looked like any other club with its alluring entrance and neon name sign, captivating anyone that looks in its direction. Upon entering, it had its appeal of any other nightclub, the huge dancefloors, bass-thumping music, nice seating areas and a bar stocked with every kind of liquor imaginable but that's where the normalcy ended.

Her sister had included a "special" level that was where only the exclusive could enter. The one place that was designed for the elite and wealthy, all ranging from athletes, musicians, entrepreneurs, etc. While the first floor was for the average paying customers, the upper level, however, was where the true sin took place.

And that's exactly why Brooklyn didn't want to have anything to do with the club, it was too much to deal with.

Shaking her head a little, she was already feeling a bit self-conscious and out of her comfort zone just by simply standing there. But what Brooklyn failed to grasp was that she looked absolutely gorgeous in the strappy white lace material that hugged her curves like a second skin. With her feet in a pair of Tres Frais heels, her hair laid over her shoulders in soft curls and her makeup was done to perfection.

Numerous pairs of eyes landed on her as soon as she stepped out of the car and as usual, she was oblivious to the looks she was receiving.

Taking a deep breath she walked up towards the two buff bouncers that stood in front of the open double doors. Their eyes danced over her from head to toe the closer she got until she was standing in front of their towering figures. She went to open her mouth to speak but they were already well aware of who she was.

"Miss Monroe." The one with the piercing grey eyes spoke first. "Chantell already informed us of your arrival." She had given them strict instructions to keep a close eye on her and to make sure to be there for whatever she needed.

Of course, she did.

"The manager is waiting for you on the top level, room 303." He told her, watching the nervous young woman that screams innocence. Chantell was definitely not lying when she told everyone that her little sister was the exact opposite of her. The main difference between the two was the fact that Chantell was an absolute Vixen. She knew exactly how sexy she was, and was not ashamed to show it.

She gave him a quick thank you as he and the other man stepped aside to let her in. She could feel their eyes on her until she disappeared into the slightly lit club.

A heavy bass song she recognized slowly began to fill her ears as she walked down the hall. A few people stood amongst the walls, drinking or talking to whoever, their voices quieting down when she made her way past them.

Her palms began to sweat slightly, the closer she got to the opened set of double doors.

It wasn't as if this was her first time going to a club per say but since she knew the intentions of this one in particular and why she was here, it all felt different. Her eyes danced around the large opened, crowded area. Lights flashed from the ceilings as bodies moved together on a very hyped dancefloor. People were everywhere she looked, laughing, having what seemed to be a good time that they'd probably forget come morning time.

She maneuvered her way through the crowd once she spotted the area that led upstairs. A small smile pulled at her lips at the feeling of people lightly tugging at her hand, wanting her to stop and dance with them.

Moving past them as quickly as she could, she let out a much-needed breath and slowly made her way where another man stood by waiting, guarding the area carefully.

Without her even opening her mouth, he moved aside, allowing her entry. "Miss Monroe." he acknowledged her with the slight tilt of his head. She returned his gesture and carefully walked up the steps into an area she has only ever heard stories about.

As soon as her heeled feet hit the top step, she instantly felt the shift in the air. The color and theme were the same as downstairs but clearly, the people were not. Her eyes scanned the room spotting a few familiar faces that occupied the huge lounge area. It was just a bit amusing to her because she began to wonder if people understood what the word faithful actually meant.

Regardless, she wasn't here to judge.

She could feel people staring at her as she approached the elevator doors where a woman dressed in little to nothing stood behind a top platform. "Brooklyn." She smiled, stepping away from the platform tapping in a code on a touchpad, opening the elevator for Brooklyn to walkthrough. "I'm Teri. Whatever you need, just tell me and I'll get it done."

Brooklyn nodded her head, taking inside and turned to face Teri once again. "The elevator will take you to the top floor. Just keep moving forward, room 303 will be straight ahead." Teri told her, giving her a wink just as the elevator closed.

"Thank you." Brooklyn threw out quickly. Her suddenly dry throat made her wish she would've gotten a drink to help relax her nerves. She was way out of her element here.

But she promised Chantell that she'd watch over things while she was away. Especially since she recently hired a new manager that could possibly be interested in owning the club soon.

A mixture of moans, grunts, and music filled the air, exposing exactly what was going on behind the six doors that surrounded her as soon as the elevator doors dinged open. She couldn't help but feel like she was on set of some flick, and that wasn't good when you haven't been having sex on the regular.

Pushing all thoughts to the side, she made her down the hall, trying her best to tune out the noise coming from behind each room. She didn't even think to knock before she entered the room 303, quickly shutting the door behind her, silencing the noise completely.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were running from something." Brooklyn's eyes snapped up, following the source that was attached to the voice. A voice that she knew all too well. "But that wouldn't be anything new coming from you, no?"

"Why are you here?" She choked out, her body seemingly frozen on the spot.

"Manager." He stated simply, casually leaning against his desk. Brooklyn found herself biting her lower lip taking in his all-black business attire looking like the full course meal he was.

A devil in a damn suit.

Brooklyn cursed under her breath. Why would Chantell not tell her this beforehand? Her older sister of all people knew about the history between them, the things they did and how she felt about him. She was going to have an exchange of words with her when she made it home.

"It figures you would be into this type of shit."

Christian only smirked at her remark, not seeing the point in denying whatsoever. "And you aren't?"

Brooklyn's eyes squinted accusingly. "No, I'm not." She denied, knowing that her words held a bit of a lie to them.

Pushing away from his desk, Christian took a few steps towards her, visibly taking in how nervous she actually was. "You could never lie to me Brooklyn, remember that."

They were both well aware that he could read her like a book. He knew her better than she knew herself which is why she was so nervous around him. When you give yourself to someone, physically, mentally and emotionally, it opens and reveals things about you to them that you probably never even knew about your own self.

And their..."relationship" if that's what you want to call it, proved that.

"You knew. Is that why you took this job? Wanting to buy this club from her?" Christian knew her family pretty well but her sister had opened up this club not longer after Brooklyn had ended things with him. He has always been a successful businessman who even owned his own chain of clubs, so him being interested in her sister's club wasn't too fishy.

However, Brooklyn still had her doubts.

"Somewhat. This place has been under my radar for a while and since Chantell was thinking of giving it up and pursuing other things, I figured why not? Smart business move." While Christian knew that Brooklyn's sister owned Club Lure, the last person he was ever expecting to come across while here was her.

She made it clear that she no longer wanted to see him....ever. And Christian has gone out of his way to abide by her request. Until now of course.

"Right." She snorted. "You couldn't just leave me be could you?"

"No." He replied bluntly. "It's not as if you really wanted me to." Brooklyn tore her gaze away from him and focused on the tiled floors instead. She hated when he did that.

"Let's...let's not do this right now. This is strictly business and a favor for my sister. You do your job and I'll do mine, ok?" Her heart has been thumping loudly in her ear since she heard the sound of his voice. Being in his presence was always difficult for her.

Christian simply licked his bottom lip, taking it upon himself to invade her personal space. "But that's not what I want. You realize that when I agreed to let you go that I only meant it as a temporary thing right?" His fingertips lightly skimmed her bare skin, pulling her closer towards him. "You knew exactly what this was when you agreed to mine."

Brooklyn knew all too well, and that's what scared her.

"Don’t do this..." She whispered. His pleasantly soft but sweet smelling cologne filled her nose as her small hands slightly pushed against his chest from his close proximity. They shouldn't be this close. He knew all too well of the effect he had on her.

Voodoo type shit that always left her panties ruined by the simplest things he does.

"Don’t do what?" He teased, his lips lightly brush against her plump ones.

Her breathing was beginning to come out more quickly from her heightened hormone levels. He made her nervous. Not because she was scared of him but more so afraid of how much control this man had over mind and body. Even after three years of not seeing each other, he still made her body respond in a manner that no other man could.

She had to bite her lip when his hands moved from her waist and slowly began to slide down to grab a hand full of her ass. He literally left no room in between them, loving how her body responded to him.

He knew her well enough to know how wet she truly was without checking for himself. But he loved to tease her, so he quickly attached his lips on her neck and swirled that crazily skilled tongue of his over her skin. Immediately her knees became weak but his grip tightened on her booty, making sure she didn't fall.

Brooklyn hummed in approval using one of her hands to grip his dark hair, pulling him closer.

They both knew that her neck was a weak point and when he sucked on her spot right underneath her left ear, she could not stop the moan from leaving her mouth even if she tried.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as he lifted her up and carefully sat her on top of his desk. He was always so caring and protective of her.

His hands rested on her thighs, moving up every few seconds while he placed soft kisses from her neck to her jawline and on both her cheeks. Their eyes never left each other as she felt his hand slid between her thighs. He could feel the heat from her pussy and he hadn't even really touched her yet.

"After all this time you still get so easily wet for me...Peaches."

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