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“Aite Lo.”
Shaking my head, I don’t know when it happened or how. Hailo had me eating out of the palm of her hand. I loved Hailo just as she was, doing her thing and running shit, including me. I never wanted to control her fire. All I needed was to be near it. Even though I was annoyed, I did as she asked.
She was standing at Daniel’s desk when I walked out, ready to go. Once we stepped on the elevator, she demanded my keys, and I started questioning how she got here. We climbed in the car, and before she pulled off, Hailo began rummaging through that duffle bag she called a purse.
“Put this on,” she demanded, hanging the blindfold on her finger.
“You got me fucked up.”
“Gianni.”
“Saying my name like that isn’t going to make me put that shit on.”
“I thought it could get you to do anything.”
“Anything but that.”
“You’re always telling me to trust you. Trust me, Gianni, and put it on,” Hailo insisted, shoving the blindfold closer.
There weren't too many things I hated more than a hypocrite. I would never ask Hailo to give me something I wasn’t willing to give her, so I let my guard down and accepted the blindfold. The smile on her face was well worth it.
This woman is dangerous as fuck.
It was to sit back and relax, not knowing where I was going. The sound of Hailo’s voice singing along to the music helped. It was low and bended in with the music, but her harmonizing snuck through.
Thirty minutes or so later, the car stopped. I could hear her getting out, and I thought about sneaking a peak to see what Hailo was up to. The passenger door opened, and she tapped my thigh, motioning me to shift toward her.
I did, and she slipped headphones on that prohibited me from hearing a goddamn thing. Maybe being a hypocrite wasn’t so bad because I regretted not taking my chance when I had it. Grabbing my hand, I allowed Hailo to lead me for once.
Ironically I now understood how and why she struggled initially, to let me lead her. I knew me. I trusted myself one hundred and ten percent to take care of Hailo, so it seemed simple on the other side. After thirty minutes of being in her shoes, I wanted out of them.
After walking up a few steps, she motioned me to have a seat and finally removed the blindfold.
“We’re on a plane. What the fuck Lo?”
“I know this isn’t Gianni Meraux’s first time flying,” she giggled, straddling my lap. I had flown plenty of times, but this was the last place I expected to end up when I put that blindfold on. Her warm pussy pressing against my growing hard-on was a good diversion from the fact that she had me on a plane without one bag packed.
“What are you up to?”
“Surprising my husband for his birthday,” she smiled confidently as my brows pinched together, impressed.
“How did you know?”
“I’m your wife. It’s my job to know these things.”
“Who told you?”
“It doesn’t matter. Just know it’s nothing I can’t find out.”
“Is that supposed to scare me? I don’t have shit to hide.”
“Good, so relax and let me take care of you,” she smirked, sliding between my legs.
Hailo unbuckled my pants and wrapped both hands around my dick. She cocked her head from side to side to admire it before going crazy deep-throating my shit.
“Shit,” I hissed as my dick hit the back of her throat.
Anybody who said marriage wasn’t lit married the wrong person. The safer and happier Hailo felt, the nastier she became, and that made me a very happy nigga.
