As soon as I got Eva in that storage closet, I grabbed her by her throat and snatched her towards me. "Drop them big ass pants," I growled.
And she did. Fumbling with the buckle and all.
I turned her around, bent her over and dropped to my knees. I hadn't smelled or tasted a woman in so long I was close to nutting in my pants when I got behind her. Now what Eva didn’t know, was that before I got locked up, I had only fucked three girls and only ate pussy one time. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to be on my freak shit because the streets had a hold on me.
But she didn't need to know that.
I had watched enough porn and fantasized enough about her to be able to produce results. I said eight minutes and I was determined.
I sucked and licked Eva from the top to the bottom. I mean I was face deep in her. My dick jerked as I nutted from being without for so long. Eva rained down on my tongue quick. And when she stood up, I grabbed her by her throat and kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
That was the beginning of our story…
And I was a man of my word too. Money hit Eva’s account every week. She was able to pay three months upfront on an apartment. Fuck credit. Eventually, I convinced her to start bringing product in for me too. If the money was gon’ keep flowing, everybody had to play their part.
Then Eva got pregnant. That changed everything. Once she told me it was twins, I shut all that shit down immediately. Fuck that. I wasn’t about to have my kids’ mother walking around a prison full of criminals swollen with my babies.
I hated missing their birth though. That shit broke me in ways I don’t talk about. Still—I made sure Eva was straight. Full accounts. Better apartment. Hired help for her. I told her once I got out, I was gon’ buy her the house of her dreams and make her Mrs. Avery officially.
And I meant it too. Eva had held me down when everybody else turned their back on me.
She was my first real love. I didn't have a baseline before her. Eva was it.
I came home at twenty-nine with four-year-old twins that barely knew me. I had missed every milestone possible. First words. First steps. All that shit. My twenties had been swallowed up behind prison walls.
Some people would call that 'institutionalized'.
I don’t know if I’d put that label on myself, but adjusting to normal life was definitely hard as hell. But I adjusted. Found my footing. Eva wanted marriage and stability. I wanted money, power, and security.
So I got to work.
The courthouse wedding came first. Then the house. Then the lifestyle. By the time Syrus got out, I already had motion. With both of us together, we became a problem real quick.
And I spoiled Eva and my kids. Partly because I loved them. Partly because guilt makes a man overcompensate. And somewhere along the way, a nigga developed a different definition on what love and relationships looked like.
Then Gianna happened.
Fucking Gianna.
I wasn't expecting it to hit like it did.
What I felt for her was different from anything I've ever experienced with Eva. I loved my wife. But Gianna…Iobsessedover her. She challenged me. Checked my ego. Fucked me like she understood parts of me I didn't even understand myself. That woman got under my skin differently.
I wasn’tcrazyobsessed though.
Crazy niggas kidnap women.
Tie them up.
Hurt them.
I would never do no shit like that. I wanted to protect Gianna. Spoil her. Worship her.
Give her everything she ever wanted. I just needed her to let me.
Eva would always have me.
But Gianna felt like my future.
