“You know we canneverdo this again, right?” she asked. I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on me.
“You know you got mefucked up, right?” I shot back.
“What you mean?” Her eyes widened with an innocence that I had never seen on her before. I planted a kiss on her lips, then her forehead before I continued.
“You think you just gon’ walk away from me like this was a sample? You got me fucked up, Toni. I know there are rules and shit in place, but regardless of how this trial goes down, when it’s over, you’re mine.”
“I don’t date losers,” she quipped back, making me suck her up into another kiss.
“Neither do I, so you better win this shit!” I teased with a squeeze to her ass. We laid there, bodies intertwined, talking for hours. It was as if neither of us wanted to fall asleep just to wake up in the morning and realize this wasn’t real. Since she knew all my business, I used the conversation to probe and get as much information about her as I could.
“Anything else you wanna know, Barbara Walters?” she asked. Her face was pressed into my chest, and for someone who “doesn’t do that,” she looked comfortable as hell. She no longer smelled like caramel, now she smelled like me. The scent of my body wash and lotion mixed well with her natural scent, and of course her asshadto have a spritz of my damn cologne, so that too.
“Tell me about Malcom.” I gently kissed her forehead and adjusted her bonnet, watching in real time as she left the room and disappeared into her own head—eyes vacant, lips drawn, and body tense. I grabbed her face and gently turned it back to me.
“Amaya?”
“No.”
“Fine, whenever you’re ready. I’m here,” I conceded. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at me like she expected me to push, then mumbled something under her breath and pouted for a few moments before she spoke again.
“I thought we were good. He spoiled me, we communicated, the sex was good, and we were making it work even with our crazy work schedules. Everybody tells me that I'm too rough. Itriedto be soft with him, tried to let him lead, and he tried to lead me straight to hell.”
I pulled her closer, erasing the space that she tried to create when I asked the question. I rubbed gentle circles on her lower back as she continued.
“One day I found out someshit. He was fucking around on me with a whole harem of women, one of which was pregnant. Istilldidn't lose it. I know everyone thinks the worst of me, but I'veneverput my hands on someone I was in a relationship with. I've never put my hands on someone who didn't deserve it. I didn't even trip, just packed my shit to move out.”
“What did he do?” I asked, jaw tight with anxiety. I could feel my heart threatening to jump out of my fucking chest as I waited to hear her next words.
“He tried to fucking kill me,” she shuddered. “He never evenhit me, just went straight to his hands on my neck, literally trying to fucking kill me all because I wanted to leave him for fuckin’ around on me. I really think the only reason I’m still here is because my best friend showed up to help me move some boxes and stopped him.” The shakiness in her voice let me know that it was extremely hard for her to talk about that, so I didn’t lose my shit like I wanted to, but I really wanted to break something.
“Fuck… I’m sorry,” I said softly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t start looking at me like a victim. Some fucked up shit happened to me, but I’m past it now.” I nodded and kissed her forehead, letting it go. The look on her face told me otherwise, so there was really no need to point it out. All I knew was that when I was able to officially make her mine, I would do everything in my power to make that a reality. Another thing that I knew for sure was that Malcom Jones would have to see me, sooner or later.
I fucked up…
I don't know why I thought scratching that itch would make it easier to focus around her, but I could admit when I was wrong.
I wassofucking wrong.
Now that I had experienced her, I tasted her succulent pussy every time I licked my lips, and her phantom moans reverberated on a loop in my head every time the silence got too loud.
“Good morning,” she sang as she and Jocelyn floated in the room, both glowing like two women who had all the attitude fucked out of them recently.I kept my head down because hearing her voice started reigniting the flashbacks that I had ofhertalkingmethrough it. I knew if she gave me eye contact, it would be a wrap for trying to be tactful.
“Good morning, Vin Diesel," I shot back, eyes never leaving my phone. The next thing I felt was a legal pad smacking me inthe back of my head. At that point we needed her on the field because her accuracy from across the room was truly impressive.
“Y’all niggas done playing? Because we have some shit we need to get done today if we want to be ready,” Justin fussed. His wife just had a baby and those sleepless nights had all of us on his bad side.
“Sir, yes Sir,” she teased with a faux grin. I chuckled to myself, clearly all it took was some good dick and multiple orgasms to make her ass act right. I watched her tease the curly mass of hair piled into a ponytail on top of her head which made me laugh and look off. Her straightened hair survived the first few showers with the bonnet, but it was no match for her crazy ass deciding to suck my dick during the third shower. I may not have helped with the way I was gripping her head… but I asked her to stop.
We were halfway through our work for the day when everyone’s phones started going off. I was growing to hate the sound of cellphone notifications—the shit was starting to trigger the fuck out of me because theyneverwent off for good news.
“Shit!” I heard Amaya hiss as I moved across the room to grab my tablet. Clearly, I was right… more bad news.
Breaking News:
Sasha Vanguard, Ex-Girlfriend of Chase Andrews is set to testify for the plaintiff in the domestic abuse trial against the football star. Vanguard was in a previous relationship with the defendant back in their college days. Vanguard will appear under oath next week, after testimonies from the plaintiff’s mother.
