He chuckled. “And you telling me that because of what? You think it’s going to curb my appetite or force me to tell you to stay your pretty ass here?”
“Well, I wa–”
“I wanted you around before I stuck my dick inside of you. Your pussy is a bonus. Your presence is the true prize.”
“A poet after my heart,” I cackled.
“If you’ll let me have it.”
“I won’t,” I replied, smiling.
“Then I’ma take the motherfucker,” he scoffed, “I’m a thief, baby. This what I do.”
“I’m going to get myself together. I can be ready in thirty minutes. Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
It hardly mattered where we were going. Flocco had gained my trust. And, with him leading, I knew I wouldn’t be led down a path of destruction. That was key.
I headed to the kitchen to discard the mop and dirty water. Flocco was right behind me with the bucket in his hand.
When I headed to my bedroom, he was on my heels.
Bedroom.
Closet.
Bathroom.
Bedroom.
Closet.
Bathroom.
I couldn’t take a step without feeling the heat of his frame.
My little lost puppy. I joked inwardly.
I curledup in the passenger seat. The furry slippers that once covered my feet were now on the floor. A blanket draped the lower half of my body.
We weren’t in the Chevelle. Neither were we in Flocco’s mother’s car, which was tucked into his garage. Instead, we were in a GMC with temporary tags in the window. I had yet to ask, because I knew the answer to my question. Flocco had purchased a new vehicle.
As we cleared mile after mile, my nervous system settled a little more. The way my body responded to Laurence was both infuriating and impressive. The more time we spent in each other’s presence, the more I softened around the edges, near the edges, and in the center.
All over.
Throughout.
Deep down.
On top.
Underneath.
I felt mindless and mindful at once.
Haven’t you learned your lesson? I kept asking myself, completely disturbed and frightened by the idea of allowing a man to get this close to me. Or close to me at all. And, sadly, I didn’t see an end to the bond he was spearheading. It only got worse. For me. Because we’d only get closer. The thought threatened to destroy me.
