“I don’t know. I guess I just figured you would tell me when you were ready.”
“Wow!” I laughed and shook my head. “Me and you over here sworn to secrecy, meanwhile Chase and Johnathan’s loosed lipped asses out here spilling all the tea!” We giggled but quickly stopped when Oliver’s stern ass walked by. He had been walking around like he had a theater-sized flatscreen up his bootyhole ever since I removed myself from Chase’s case. I didn’t care. I had gone through all the proper channels when I left, and we were still getting our check. On top of that, the case ended up getting thrown out anyways, so I really didn’t know what else he wanted from me. Aside from the cold shoulder from Oliver, and Cowen’s aftershave stinking up the place, my day was amazing.
Eager to get back to one of the main reasons that I had a smile on my face, I packed up quickly and headed out for the day. When I pulled into my driveway, my smile dimmed a bit, and the moment I made it inside and my eyes landed on Chase, I voiced my displeasure.
“Baby, can youpleaseget another rental!” I whined as I dropped my things while walking in. Pulling up and seeing that damn Altima literally threatened to ruin my day. It seemed like it was barely running, and that company probably had no business even loaning that shit out to people to begin with. Then, on top of that, the car was so damn small that we could sit in the front and the back at the same time. “I’m half your height andIfeel claustrophobic in that shit! I know you be crunched up in there!” I wasn’t lying, getting in and out of that car was tearing my knees up, but he insisted on driving it over mine on the rare occasion that we went somewhere because it cost less in gas.
“Amaya, baby, we talked about this,” he huffed, walking behind me and undoing my mess—hanging my purse and keys on the hook and placing my shoes in the shoe rack. “I got the digital coupon, and I’m saving twenty-nine dollars a day!”
“Chase, I put up with the fact that it takes you ninety seconds to answer my calls because of that damn flip phone, but I’m not doin’ this anymore! You are a multimillionaire! I saw your bank account! Either you get a car that I can at least fit two shoeboxes in, or I’m cutting you off! I’m tired of my neighbors looking at me crazy every time I walk by that car!”
“Cutting me off from what?” He frowned, moving towards me menacingly.
“Sex!” I said quickly. I tried to back up, but he grabbed me by the front of my dress, locking me in place.
“Be for real. If I told you to bend that ass over right here and let me fuck you right now, your only question would be if I wanted you to grab your ankles or the couch.”
Gotdammit!
I stood there blinking slowly, while looking at everything but him, and trying to calm down the thumping between my legs. Me and Ms. Kitty needed to have a long conversation because she was gon’ fold every damn time that man started talking.
“That’s… not true.”
“Baby, bend over that couch for me real quick,” he said, biting his lip and grabbing his hard dick through his sweats. I didn’t know what kind of Jedi mind trick he pulled, but the next thing I knew, I was bent over, one leg hiked over the couch, dress bunched around my waist while he pulled my panties to the side.
“Hurry, please?” I begged, pushing back and rubbing my clit against his head. I could have came just like that, but I wanted some part of him inside me. I had gone so long yearning for that man that I wanted to hold that dick captive in my walls in every free moment I had.
“I got you,” he promised as he plunged into me.
This was a normal day for us as of lately. He was up before the sun, at the gym with Johnathan, then he came back to feed me before I went to work, and either stayed at the house watching film or getting extra workouts with Johnathan. The two of themhad friends who played for the StormClouds so they had access to all the professional gym equipment they needed.
Usually after work, I was greeted with some combination of dick, head, and dinner. Then we stayed up under each other all night until we woke up and did it all over again the next day. I wasn’t even usually a homebody, but I couldn’t think of anything outside that was comparable to our little routine. We had decided to keep things under wraps for as long as possible to attempt to minimize the fallout of going public.
“Damn, she missed me today, huh?” he asked as he held onto my hips, because the way he was tearing me up would have easily had me doing a somersault over the couch.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned. “She always misses yousomuch!”
He grunted while pushing my head down.
“Shut up and let me fuck you, Amaya.” I smiled and followed directions for once, focusing on my orgasm that was rapidly approaching. I couldn’t believe this nigga was turning me out like this without even letting me get out of my work clothes. I was gonna have to cook him something, anything… spaghetti, maybe?
“Now who you call yourself cutting off?” he asked as his body drove me to insanity.
“Nobodyyyy! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorryyyyy!” I cried out. I made a vow to ride the shit out of him later because I had a reputation to uphold, and he wasn’t about to keep embarrassing me like this.
“Good! Because if you keep talkin’ shit about my Altima, next time I’ma take you outside and fuck you on top of that motherfucka’ so all your nosey ass neighbors can see!” I let out a laugh that was also a moan because that man always said the craziest shit when he was inside of me, and the craziest part was that Ilethim.
“I told you that I had what you need to make that ass act right,” he teased later when he finally let me up.
“You wanna bet?” I teased, pulling him in for a kiss, stilltalking shit like he hadn’t worn my ass out. I wanted nothing more than to be bathed, fed, and cuddled up in bed watching a crime documentary while he complained about me rubbing my cold feet on him.
“Aye, lil’ nigga! Ya mama said—” The unmistakable voice of my older brother had me scrambling to pull my dress back down. Chase pulled his shorts back up, immediately on alert and wondering who this nigga was busting in my house at 6:30 on a weeknight.
“AJ!” I snapped as he appeared in the living room. “You have a key for emergencies, not to just be popping up over here!”
“Nigga, according to ya’ mama, this is an emergency! She sent me over here on a damn welfare check because you haven’t been answering her calls,” he fussed as he eyed us curiously.
“Shit!” I sucked my teeth and pulled my phone out of my purse to see five missed calls. One thing a Black Mama was gon’ do was overreact when you didn’t answer her call. I had spoken to her on my drive home from work and was supposed to let her know when I made it, but clearly something else came up. “I got… busy.”
