My phone pinged, and I wiped my tears before going over to my messages. It was Cozart and I didn’t feel like being bothered with his shit. Before I could ignore the message, another one came through from him. He had never double texted me before. I clicked on the message to open it.
FN DEAD BEAT:I’m Sorry.
FN DEAD BEAT: I was thinking about my own needs the whole time and didn’t even consider what you wanted. That wasn’t right. Would you like to come over to talk? Not to a hotel, to my place. I can make usdinner, and we can talk about how you are doing and next steps for the baby. I will support whatever you decide.
My eyes filled with tears again and this time they ran down my face. Ny’ Airy really was making him a better man. The Cozart I knew didn’t apologize for shit. He was actually trying to treat me like a human being instead of a blow-up doll he had nutted inside of.
“If you had come at me like this from the beginning, we probably wouldn’t be in this shit,” I groaned. My stomach twisted.
This wasn’t about feeling sorry for Ny’Airy.
This was about damage control.
If AK had emptied Ny’Airy’ s account, there was no telling whose information he’d copied. Mine. Brick’s. Every member in that damn folder.
If this exploded, I could go to prison for a long time.
ME: Thank you for apologizing and being nice to me. I would love to come over. Send me the day and address and I will be there.
I couldn’t go to the police without incriminating myself, but if I could convince Cozart that a stranger I slept with in Miami hacked into my computer and stole a bunch of files, I could get ahead of this shit and look like a victim like everyone else.
FN DEAD BEAT:How about tomorrow night 8pm? My address is 789 Wilshire Lane, Brookhaven Ga 30000, bring your appetite.
ME: I sure will. See you then.
I closed out of the messaging app and went over to my cart on the Louis Vuitton website.
I deleted every item from my cart until it sat completely empty. I stared at the new total in disappointment.
$0.00
If it hadn’t been for that rush in the gym, I could have ordered my shit earlier.
“African Bastard,” I muttered as I shoved my phone back into my purse.
“I really wanted that damn luggage.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brichelle “Brick” Walker
“Please don’t cum yet Zumo,” I moaned as I thrust my hips up and fucked him from beneath him. His eyes were rolling back, muscles bulging, breathing shallow, and I knew that when that happened, he was about to bust.
He stopped and looked down painfully, “I thought you came twice?” he groaned.
“Actually, I came three times, but it just feels so good and I’m not ready for it to be over,” I moaned and he sucked his teeth and began to nail me to the backseat like he was angry with me.
“You better not cum inside me,” I threatened as I gripped his back and spread my legs as wide as they would go to allow him full access to punish my pussy.
“You know these kids don’t listen,” he grunted as he puffed and released inside of me. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips before pulling me on top of him.
The windows of my Porsche were so foggy all I could see outside were blurry lights and silhouettes. I struggled to catch my breath as I rested my forehead against Zumo’s shoulder. My curls clung to my neck, and I laughed softly as he brushed one piece of hair from my cheek. Since our first date, we had been spending all of our free time together. It wasn’t on no mushy shitwe were fucking like teenagers. Zumo had been turning me every way but loose and I now understand why they called good dick an “attitude adjustment.”
Since I had been getting a proper wiener-ing, nothing pissed me off. My shoulders no longer touched my ears when I walked, music sounded better, dessert tasted sweeter, and every morning I woke up to bird’s chirping like Cinderella.
Life was good.
“Somebody just walked by this damn car. They probably watched us for a while. I told you let’s do it in my shop instead,” Zumo said between breaths.
