Melt Away Chapter 10 *Fox/Whitney*
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Chapter 10
“Whitney, you have been acting really strange ever since I had returned earlier today, what’s going?” Theresa gazed at Whitney worriedly while chewing on dinner at the Country Club.

“Theresa, I’m fine, really. It’s been three weeks since I have seen you last. How was your vacation with Ethan? Why did you two come back so soon?” Whitney mumbled, playing with her salad.

“I had the most excellent time, Whit. I would have invited you, but you’re not seeing anyone. I didn’t want to make you feel bad, that’s why I didn’t say anything.”

“Theresa, I’m not offended, all right. Who needs love anyway?” She kept her eyes on the glass of red wine.

“Whit, please talk to me, I hate it when you shut me out. What’s eating away at you? You know you can’t keep it bottled up for too long.” Theresa suggested.

“I know, Theresa, but there’s nothing anyone can do. My sister has deliberately invited my mother to the Lobster Shack three weeks ago.” Whitney confessed.

“Is that a bad thing? Whit, I think you should cut your mother some slack. She made a few mistakes, but no one is perfect.” Theresa reminded her.

“Well, Mommy dearest should have thought of that before trying to raise Simone and me to be perfect for no reason! God, I hate how my life has turned out, and then the guy I was dating had enough nerve to side with them.” Whitney grumbled.

“Whit, maybe he cares about your well being. There’s nothing wrong with having a guy to care for you, is there?” Theresa questioned kindly.

“No, but he had no business to defend her!” Whitney hollered.

“Whit, when are you going to let this intolerable grudge of yours go? It’s not good to hold on to the past. What happens if your mother passes away? Would you forgive yourself if you hadn’t cleared the fog?” Theresa queried. “There’s no way I would ever forgive myself if I don’t make amends with my mother. And no, I wouldn’t care about her past, Whit, because it has nothing to do with me. We don’t pay for our parents’ mistakes. Everybody is held accountable of his or her own.” Theresa sagely advised.

“How come I am paying for my mother’s? She had a son who I fell in love with—and I had no idea that he was my half-brother! Theresa, that was the most tumultuous time I had ever experienced in my life. I don’t think I can get over-”

“Whitney, have you considered talking to a therapist?” Theresa wondered.

“Theresa, I don’t need a shrink. I do all my therapy in the gym now.” Whitney muttered.

“What happened to play off your anger with tennis?” Theresa asked in confusion.

“I hate it … tennis was my father’s dream—not mine. I decided to let tennis go when I was dating a guy …”

“And now?” Theresa inquired, lifting a curious brow.

“Now … I go to the punching bag, all thanks to him. God, I hate him for what he has done, but I miss him like crazy.” Whitney admitted willingly.

“Then call him up and tell him.” Theresa urged.

“It’s not that simple, Theresa. I can’t … I am too furious.” Whitney frowned.

“You and your stubborn pride. I don’t know who is worse at being stubborn you or me? Whit, you need to get a grip and take life as it is, or you’ll never learn to appreciate life at all.” Theresa sighed, throwing her tip on the table, departing from Whitney.

“Theresa, where are you going?” Whitney was slightly disenchanted by Theresa’s abrupt decision.

“I have to meet up with Ethan. Apparently he has something in mind now that we’re back home. I’ll give you a call later, all right?” Theresa glanced at her, checking for approval.

“Fine. I’m out.” Whitney pushed her chair in, placing her half of the tip as well on the table next to Theresa’s. She shoved her pair of shades in her hair while wearing her violet sweat suit with a lavender sleeveless tee underneath her attractive jacket. She looked deep in her purse, pulling out her cell phone to call Simone and see what her baby sister is up to. She felt bad for not talking to her for three weeks, and she feels that she should make it right, not only with Simone, but with Alan, and Fox. Her mother is another story. She’s not ready to confront her mother yet.

“Hey, Simone, this is Whit. I’m leaving you a message to let you know that I want to talk to you later on, if you have time. We have a lot to discuss. I love you.” She clicked off and stashed the electronic device in her purse once again. Before she had time to look up and see where she was going, she had slammed into a hard chest. “Watch where you’re going!”

“Excuse me? I think that applies to you, Miss Whitney.”

“Fox? What on earth are you doing here?” She was flabbergasted by his remark.

“Oh, how sweet to see you, too. I don’t get a ‘Hello, Fox, how have you been?’ kind of number? Why have you been evading me, Whit?” Fox fixed his eyes on her with this uncontrollable passion roaming within his heart.

“What you have a case of amnesia, Fox? I’m still furious with you. I have no reason to chat with you.” She hissed, narrowing her dark brown irises at him.

“You’re talking to me right now. Don’t tell me you have let this pent up anger dominate your heart, baby doll.” He soughed, rubbing his hand against his own cheek at the nonsense they are in.

“I’m not your baby doll, Fox. I wish you would fall off the face of the earth. You have made my life more complicated.” She grumbled.

“Oh, so it’s wrong to add a little spice in your ordinary life, Whit? Please be more believable when you’re venting. You know you enjoyed the rides I have given you. Why are you putting up this front with your ‘I don’t need anyone,’ mentality? It is so nineties. Everybody needs someone, Whitney. And yes, even an independent woman does.” He remarked wittily.

“Fox, no more. If you’re here to taunt with me … forget it, I’ll save you the trouble by departing.” She rolled her eyes and begins to saunter from him; somehow Fox wasn’t going to let her get away so easily.

“Not so fast, Whit. What can I do to make you accept me back in your life? I’ve missed you terribly. Can’t we at least talk this out?” Fox pleaded softly.

“Fox, no. I told you, I’m not going to talk to you until I am ready. Comprendes?” Her mouth formed into a nicety grin.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t abide with other people’s rules too well, but my own. And I’m going to make you talk whether you like it or not.” Fox’s arms were attached to his chest due to crossing them in a furious demeanor.

“You can’t make me talk if I don’t want to.” Whitney enunciated firmly.

“Whit, I’m truly sorry, I wasn’t trying to side with your mother. I just think you should make it right with her. That’s all. I wanted to be with you more than you could fathom, but you didn’t have to push me away, Whit. I’m not always thinking of myself.” He whispered.

“That’s nice, Fox, but I can’t go through this again if you’re-”

“What must I do to prove that I am sorry for pushing it? My intention wasn’t to hurt you, Whit, but to help you. I apologize you had taken it the wrong way. I would never force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Forgive me for having my heart in the right place.” He sighed and started moving afar from Whitney.

Whitney saw the sincerity playing in his eyes and she knew he meant well. “Fox, wait …”

He turned on his heels and glanced at Whitney tenderly. “Yes, Whitney?”

“You’re right, I have no business being angry with you, my sister, her boyfriend, or my mother a couple of weeks ago. I was out of line and I came to apologize to you, too. Can you forgive me for letting my emotions getting the best of me?” A small part of her was hoping he’d find it in his heart to forgive her.

Fox grinned one of his gorgeous grin and replied, “I forgive you, Whit. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes, … as long as I don’t get another nail caught underneath my foot, can you promise me that we are friends, and friends should talk to each other no matter what?” Whitney mumbled, frightened of his response.

“As long as you can try to reason with your mom, Whit. I don’t mean to nag … but when are you going to let this perfection fetish of yours go?” Fox pumped annoyingly.

“You’re not going to let up, are you?” Whitney shook her head.

“If you’re planning for me to be with you tonight, Whit, you have no choice but to reconcile with her. No one else can be your mother but her.” He recommended.

“Okay, I’ll talk to her in the morning, does that make you feel better?” Whitney’s eyes widened at his high demand.

“Don’t only say it, Whit, do it. I will go with you.” He announced.

“You don’t trust me, do you?” Whitney was shocked from his statement.

“No, Whit, it’s not that. I want to be there and support you. You don’t mind me being there to support you, do you?” Fox searched her orbs for a response.

Whitney closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and reopened them to fix her gaze at him. “All right, I can deal with you being my supporter. It would mean a lot to me that you’re there with me.” She expressed her thoughts as Fox embraced her with a hug.

“Whit, you can’t go wrong …” his stare became extreme as he concentrated on her. “What are you doing tonight?”

“You’re serious?” Whitney was a little thrown by his second query.

“I’m dead serious. I want to spend my evening with you if you don’t mind …” he leaned back halfway, expecting her answer to be positive instead of negative.

“What do you have in mind?” Whitney quizzed, raising a brow in sensual curiosity.

“I’m glad you asked.” He had a sneaky smile on his visage, which had startled her to a certain degree.

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“Fox, what are you doing?” Whitney was a little anxious by Fox’s action. And since she is blindfolded, she can’t really tell what’s going on around her.

“Relax … I have a treat for you.” He whispered in her ear.

“How can I when I am feeling a draft?” Whitney giggled nervously.

“My sweet Whitney, don’t worry, I’m going to make it all right for you.” He muttered seductively, pouring some nicely scented oil on her back. His large hands smoothed the liquid on her back fervidly as her back begins to arch from the intense caress he constantly applies to her vigorously.

“Fox, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” She couldn’t keep her sexy moans under control while his hands strokes the very smoothness of her golden honey complexion. He allowed his fingers to crawl on her flesh royally during his fascination of seeing her shiver in feverish desire.

“Fox, you shouldn’t pamper me like this. I could get so addicted to this …” her words rolled from her tongue charmingly.

“It wouldn’t be my forte if I left you unsatisfied. We wouldn’t want that? Of course not.” He chuckled in a roguish manner, doting over the feel of her skin: the warmth of it is incredible. He yearned to kiss the very gentleness of her right away, that’s how hungry he is for her. His fingertips went around in small circular movements, turning her hormones on excessively.

The way he tickled the sides of her stomach was cosmic, his touch was like butter, and they were spreading all over her back with fiery pleasure.

As she exhaled, Fox breathed in, tempting to go beyond the limit he said he wouldn’t do tonight, but he had to after she had taken a nice warm bath before he gave her a nice fondle.

“Fox, I want to see what you are doing …” she whined.

“Baby, I rather for you to be blindfolded … what fun would it be if you always uncover every mystery?” He inquired rhetorically.

“I see your point. Do what you came to do.” She soughed disappointingly.

Fox laughed out loud, loving her cute expression and brought out a bowl of hot chocolate sauce. “Sit up.” He said in a low, pleasing tone.

She sat up, marveling on what he could be planning to do next. I hate I can’t get to see what he’s doing. Now I’ll never know. She sulked inwardly.

“Whitney, I told you, seeing it takes the fun out of it. I want you to feel what I am doing to you. There’s nothing more appealing than to experience physical contact without sight. Feeling your way through orgasmic experiences is exciting—don’t you want that, baby?” Fox read her mind and kissed her freshly clean toes and rotated his tongue on the tips ardently.

Whitney wanted to make her toes curl from his persuasive contact, but it was useless. She had to endure the sexual teasing and learn how to wind down as her groaning had parted from her lips. “Mm, Fox, go on. I want to feel what you’re going to do with my toes.”

Fox only smiled and kissed her sweet scented feet, ravishing every angle of it from top to bottom. His sensuous mouth toyed with her warm skin and decided to turn up the heat. “Stay still.” He carried the bowl to her feet and used a cup he had landed on the end table earlier and used it to his advantage. He poured the warm, sweet sauce on her toes that was trickling on her flesh, causing her to react highly.

“Fox,” she quivered weakly, admiring the feel of the warm goo on her right foot.

“Hush,” he murmured benignly and began sucking on her toes like they were a lollipop. His tongue rubbed upward and went in a circular motion, provoking her toes to curl in his mouth. He sucked the chocolate right off of them superbly, making Whitney squeal in delight as she clings onto the sheet like a mad woman.

“Fox, do the same to my other foot, except add more pressure.” She demanded.

“Whatever your heart desires, honey.” He rejoined and decided to take a different approach. He grabbed her left foot and dipped it into the bowl where the brown liquid was still warm.

“Mm, go on.” She grinned while being blindfolded.

Fox released a faint titter and extended his tongue to her heel and started licking and tasting the sugar from the sauce and from her own. Adoring how well they tasted together, causing him to smooch on her foot even more. He devoured her ankle, cleaning it off with his saliva, giving it another thorough bath. He went to the foundation of the arch of her foot and pressed a passionate osculation on it, indulging the flavor entirely. He made sure his task was complete, as he was about to put the bowl away, however, Whitney begged to differ of wanting him to leave. She hauled him close to her so she can feel his lips on hers.
 
 

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