Melt Away - Chapter 4 *Fox/Whitney*
by unknown
 
 
 

Chapter 4

“Fox, what are you doing?” Whitney probed curiously.

“I’m giving you what you asked for, …” he purred intimately, coming so closely to her, she could barely breathe. “Don’t you want me to make love to you?” His low, sultry tone vibrated through her ear passionately.

“Yes, …” she whimpered, exhaling her sexual emotion for him.

“Tell me what you like …” his large fingers traced underneath her black mini skirt, violating her privacy by removing her panties, seeped with wetness, off of her.

“Show me …” she bit her lower lip, anxiously waiting for this man to turn her out …

“Whitney, honey? Wake up!” Simone kept snapping her fingers in front of her older sister worriedly.

Whitney blinked her chocolate orbs at her younger sister absently. “Yes, Simone?”

“Where were you just now?” Simone inquired shockingly.

“Nowhere.” She lied, as her cheeks were blushing a nice shade of crimson.

“Don’t give me that. I could see a sensual daydream taunting in your eyes. You were thinking about Fox, huh?” Simone smirked, trying to get Whitney to react.

“What? No! I barely know the man … besides, I can’t get to know him.” Whitney looked away instantly.

“Why not, Sis?” Simone wondered confusingly.

“Simone, if he knew that I slept with my half-brother, and that I was pregnant with his child no less, he wouldn’t want anything to do with me.” Whitney reminded her cautiously.

“I don’t think you give that man enough credit, Whit. Fox doesn’t strike me as a man who cares a great deal of what a person’s past is like. He doesn’t seem judgmental to me.” Simone shook her head in mere frustration.

“Maybe so … but what man would want a woman who had an incestuous affair with her own brother?” Whitney shuddered in humiliation.

“But that was a thing of the past … maybe you should tell him the truth, if you’re thinking about letting him into your life.” Simone advised.

“Simone, will you listen to yourself for a minute?” Whitney shot an angry stare at her.

“No, would you listen to yourself for a minute, Whit. Don’t take the same path our mother has taken; that’s why we’re in the shape we’re in.” Simone brought up thoughtfully.

Whitney felt like she had stuck her foot in her mouth. “I don’t know why I even bother. It’s not like I will see Fox again …” she sulked.

“You’ve got it bad for him.” Simone discerned correctly.

“No, I don’t … I’m not even interested in having a relationship with him.” Whitney denied.

“Liar. You’re contradicting yourself. How can you say you don’t want Fox when your eyes says something altogether different?” Simone’s lips were quirking into a wry grin.

“If anything, I rather be his friend than girlfriend.” She sighed massively.

“Whitney, you need to let it go and let this anger for our mother’s past go. Don’t let this turn you into a bitter, lonely woman.” Simone lectured her.

“How’s Daddy taking the news of you and Alan?” Whitney transitioned their conversation to something else.

Simone only humored herself and gave in eventually. “He actually likes Alan. He thinks that Alan would make the perfect son-in-law.”

“That’s good.” Whitney answered distantly.

“He asked about your personal life, Whit.” Simone informed her.

“I hope you didn’t give him any info. It’s bad enough he was disappointed when he learned I have been sleeping with Chad and lying about it.” Whitney glowered.

“Uh, he actually wants you to meet this guy who he thinks is perfect for you.” Simone blabbed.

“What? No, Simone! I will not go along with this!” Yelled an outraged Whitney.

“Whit, it’ll convince him to stop worrying about you.” Simone added considerably.

“Simone, Daddy cannot tell me who to date.” Whitney spat.

“I understand that … but he’s wondering if you have moved on with your life.” Simone cleared her throat.

“Simone, I don’t need to be pampered … I understand he wants me to take my mind off of what has happened, but it’s not that simple. When the time is right, I will present a boyfriend to him.” Whitney stayed adamant with her decision.

“Good for you, Sis. So does that mean you’ll keep Fox in mind?” Simone’s eyes widened eagerly.

“Maybe … I’m going to meet Theresa at the Country Club … see you later. Tell Alan I’ve said hello, honey.” She kissed her sister on the cheek and hugged her.

“I will. Don’t shut Fox out. All I’m saying is....... there’s a possibility you two might fall in love.” Simone suggested, strolling away.

Whitney rolled her eyes while shaking her head and decided to meet with Theresa.
 



 

“Hey, Theresa.” Whitney embraced her friend tightly.

“Whitney! Girl, how are you?” Theresa was amazed how Whitney’s tresses were straightened neatly, tucking her friend’s strands behind her ear. “Your hair looks nice!”

“Thank you, life couldn’t be more sweet. How are you?” Whitney returned.

“We’re happy.” Theresa commented humbly.

“You’ve finally got the man of your dreams, huh?” Whitney retorted.

“Whit, I now you’re not thrilled about how Ethan had broken away from Gwen. But fate has worked it out for him and me. Gwen miscarried and died because of some tragic accident. And my child turned out to be Ethan’s.”

“Aren’t you missing the Crane fortune?” Whitney’s brows crinkled in frustration.

“Not at all. Ethan is my world—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Theresa explained.

“What happened to that guy you was seeing?” Whitney quizzed softly.

“It didn’t work out. Ever since I’ve learned that little Ethan is Ethan’s son, we had to break loose. But I still keep in touch with him.” A flirtatious smile dawned on her lips.

“Theresa, you’re still attracted to the guy even though you have Ethan?” Whitney gawked at her astonishingly.

“We have this connection, and I know he still loves me.” Theresa gloated in mere fondness.

“I’m pretty sure he’s devastated.” Whitney said sympathetically.

“Whitney, you’re taking up for his defense? You don’t even know the guy.” Theresa stated hurtfully.

“Theresa, it must be bad for him. You used to tell me all the time how much he loved you … and-”

“He never will stop loving me. All the intimate nights we had before I won Ethan back were remarkable and I will always cherish them.”

“Does Ethan know that you think about this guy every now and then?” Grilling laced her voice sonorously.

“No, but it’s in the past—and I’m over him.” Theresa acknowledged wholeheartedly. “Enough about me, what’s going on with you?”

“Theresa, what is there for me to say? My life has totally shattered before my very eyes. Everything I believed in—I thought I believed in was a lie. How could my mother keep something like this from me?” She pumped scornfully.

“I know it’s a tumultuous time for you, Whit. But isn’t it about time you should forgive Eve?” Theresa interjected.

“You’re not the only one who has been saying this to me lately. Theresa, I don’t know if I just can …” Whitney soughed irritably.

“Why not, Whit? I think it’s best to let the past go—are you currently seeing anyone?” Theresa questioned in awe.

“No.” Whitney muttered.

“See, Whit, this is what Simone and I worry about. You can’t keep shutting yourself off from the world. You have to let go and live. We don’t want you wandering around like an old maid.” She said half seriously and half jokingly.

“Theresa, love is for losers and I’m not about to obey anymore guidelines on the basics of love.” Whitney snarled.

“I guess, Whit.” She sighed tiredly. “You make love sound like a hex. It’s not all that bad. I still say you should give love another try.” Theresa tried to get her pessimistic friend to reckon.

“Whatever. How are things between you and Ivy?” Whitney slightly winced when she saw Theresa growling.

“That bitch still doesn’t let off of me. She thinks to this day, that I have sent Ethan’s paternity to the tabloid! But I didn’t!” Theresa pounded her fist on the table.

“Theresa, all what matters is that Ethan knows you didn’t do it and your family and friends.” Whitney commented wisely.

“I guess, but even if my name was cleared, I still wouldn’t trust her with every fiber of my being. I still say she wants to nag and nitpick at every chance she gets to get Ethan away from me.” Theresa quivered bizarrely.

Whitney stared at her for quite some time and digested every word Theresa has uttered to her. “I wish you all the best, Theresa.”

“So soon, Whit?” Theresa looked disappointed at Whitney.

“I’m not leaving—you are.” She grinned.

“Why you say that?” Theresa was a little puzzled by her sentence.

“Look.” Whitney continued to beam.

“Ethan! Oh, my god! What are you doing here?” Theresa rushed to him and squeezed the living daylights out of him.

“Well, Theresa, I’m here to take you away on a trip.” He informed her.

“A trip, what kind of trip?” Theresa queried easily.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. Our taxi is waiting.” He extended his arm out to her, hoping she would attach hers to his.

“Whit, sorry I have to go. But you think about what I just said. And give it a try, okay?” Theresa waved at her.

“I’ll try. Have fun, you two. Tell me about your trip when you get back, you hear?” Whitney shouted at the couple that was walking further away from the scene. “So much for spending time with friends.” She grumbled.

“In need of one, my lady?”

Whitney shifted her body to face the person who said that striking query to her. “Fox, thank God you’re here.” She clings onto him frantically.

“Hey, Whit, what’s the matter?” His hot breath coaxed her ear soothingly.

“Everything.” Whitney blurted out inadvertently.

“Wanna talk about it?” Fox quizzed, smiling.

“Yes, but somewhere a little more private.” Whitney searched around her, hating how the people are gawking at her and Fox.

“I agree. Don’t mind them, Whit. Everyone here knows who I am.” He asserted in reassurance, hooking his arm on her shoulder.

“Okay, if you say so.” Whitney has a feeling there is more to Fox than what he is leading on.
 



 

Whitney was in total admiration of Fox’s location. His condo is beautiful and spacious. It’s a wonder he doesn’t have a wife or any children lurking around.

Fox couldn’t help but grin at this Nubian beauty. His attraction to her is a little more than some crazed crush that a high school boy would have over his favorite female celebrity. His dark brown irises danced on her form ravenously. He licked his lips with that unattainable appetite of his, yearning to touch her so rightly.

Yes, she’s uptight, but he figured he could straighten that snotty attitude out of her in no time. And yes, she is lovely, that is a given. Somehow a part of him can’t help but wonder why does she close herself off from him. He shook his head in mere aggravation, whatever reason she doesn’t want a man near her was beyond him.

He chewed onto his lower lip, aching to grope her firm behind, craving to enter that wet sheath in her juncture between her thighs, burning to hear her scream his name in carnal delight, and most of all, he is longing for her to be his. It’s something about her he finds mesmerizing. And then his thickened sex from below is not making the situation any better. He admits he has always been a womanizer and to many, that would be considered to be a turnoff, on the other hand, others would find his sinfully sick lifestyle to be quite entertaining and enthralling.

Yes, a part of him gets tired of being lonely, and a part of him wants to be loved again. How can he get close to love when Theresa has burned him severely? He made it up in his mind to finally speak to break the icy silence that has been seeping between them for too long. “I take it that you love my pad?”

Whitney turned to him and only gave a partial smile. “Yes, it’s beautiful. I was thinking-”

“Yes, Whitney?” He cornered her profoundly, not giving her much room to breathe. “Tell me what you were thinking?” his eyes locked on her with sexual intensity.

“I am surprised that you hadn’t had a wife or any kids running around. This room is too-”

“Spacious?” he finished for her.

“Yes, exactly.” Whitney expressed dryly.

“I know, but it’s not like I had a choice to stay single. Life robbed me a chance to be happy with the woman I love so deeply.” He frowned sourly.

“You had your share of pain, too, huh?” Whitney didn’t know much of his situation, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell his life hasn’t been all chocolate and roses either.

“Yes,” he exhaled in a suavely way. “Now, since we’re friends. I believe if I share you my baggage, you share me yours.” He cocked a brow sensibly.

Whitney had an inkling he would say that, eventually she gave in and said, “Where do you want me to start?”

“Anywhere.” Fox granted.

“Now? Wouldn’t you want to know here I come from?” Whitney gazed at him oddly.

“Start with your past. And you don’t have to give away names. Just give me a synopsis.” He humored halfheartedly.

“Fox, you have a deal. My mother lied to me about being an upright citizen, when she was nothing but a whore and drug user! And to top it all, she had a baby out of wedlock.” Whitney began upsettingly.

A creased line was marked on Fox’s forehead with his brows. “A lot of people have babies out of wedlock. And so your mother is not perfect, but who is?” Fox reasoned with her.

“Fox, you’re not getting it. My mother raised us to be prim and proper and be perfect. And she told us to not have sex before marriage. She taught my sister and I everything before the horrid truth came out.”

“Maybe she didn’t want you to go down the same path as she had.” Fox concluded sensibly.

“Fox, I didn’t care that she wanted us to be raised well, but what bugs me is she didn’t say please don’t grow up like me. I would at least respect her for being candid.” Whitney grunted.

“I still don’t see why you should throw stones at her, Whit? She was probably young and impressionable at that time, have you ever considered that?” Fox implored for her to look at this predicament rationally.

“Fox, please hear me out and please don’t judge me on what I’m about to say.” She begged for his undivided attention.

“Shoot, darling.” He had given her the go.

“My mother had a baby who was presumed to be dead. And it turns out he’s alive and he’s living in Harmony.” Whitney explained further.

“And is that so bad?” Fox grilled, not being impressed. “I don’t see why I should judge you because of that.”

“No, you don’t know the half of it.” She sighed painfully.

“Try me.” He insisted.

“Fox, I had learned he was my half brother in the worst way.” She stated, cracking.

“I thought that would be greats news for you, why would it be dreadful?” the way his dark eyes had shone under the light was uncanny. It’s like she had seen those pair of eyes before, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

“Fox, I fell in love with my half-brother, I had sex with him, and most of all I had his baby and then I miscarried.” She burst into tears.

Fox was silent for a very long time and extended his long, muscular arms to her, enclosing her tenderly. “Honey, that’s not your fault, you didn’t know he was related to you, nor was it your mother’s fault that she thought her son was dead. Surely you can’t blame her for that.”

Whitney settled herself the moment his words caught her attention. “You don’t think I’m terrible?”

“No,” he answered earnestly. “Thrown in a bad position? Yes, but thinking that you’re terrible? No.” He responded the best way he knew how: truthfully.

“So, that means you don’t want to stop being my friend?” Whitney pouted, sniffling.

“Of course not. Let’s face it, you’re stuck with me.” His killer smile sent a racy tingle down her spine, making her insides bubble with joy.

“Really?” She couldn’t believe he didn’t find her past to be appalling.

“Yes, really. What would you like to drink?” Fox examined her thoroughly.

“I’m not really thirsty, but thank you anyway.” She held up her hand softly.

The corners of Fox’s mouth spread into a sexy grin and he had to pop the question. “Has this dreadful past stunted your will to fall in love again?”

“I don’t know; has your experience stunted yours?” Whitney quipped.

Ooh, she is very witty and he liked that—a lot. “Maybe, I don’t know.” He replied enigmatically.

“Promise me that we can be friends and nothing more.” Whitney held her hand out for truce.

Fox reluctantly shook her dainty hand and mumbled, “Friends, nothing more.” He sighed, although his libido was screaming out something entirely different. This situation he is in, is going to be one heck of a challenge, and he doesn’t know if being friends could sustain his fervid desire for her.
 
 
 

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