Page 188 of 4 Corinthians

“Where am I going?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

“Last door on the left,” I said, and she nodded.

We got to the room, and Cori stepped back, allowing me to open it for her. The room was bright. “What is this?” she asked, looking around. A bubble landed on her nose, then popped.

“It’s called ‘The Zone’,” I told her. “I own it.”

“You own it?” she asked, and I nodded. “You own a room filled with bubbles?” she turned around to get a better look at the room.

“Nah, ‘The Zone’ is the entire building,” I replied with a chuckle. “It’s broken down to twenty rooms, some bigger than others and each something different.” I walked to the corner of the room and started pressing buttons on the small computer stashed there. In the opposite corner, two square-shaped panels moved, and more bubbles blew into the room. “This one is the bubble room.”

“This is so cute,” she said, popping bubbles as they floated by her. “I haven’t played with bubbles since Judah was small.”

“I reserved this room and another one for later.”

“What’s the other room?” she asked, still popping bubbles.

“You’ll see later,” I told her. “For now, you’re going to play in bubbles, laugh, and just be free from life for a little while.”

I sat in the chair in the corner and watched as she picked up different things in the room. I had the room laid out: bubble machines, wands, guns, and anything else someone would want to use to make bubbles. There was a table at the back of the room with additional supplies and items people could use to add to their bubbles, including glitter and food coloring.

Cori walked to the table and got lost in her own world. She blew bubbles bigger than her and laughed when they popped. She added food coloring to the machines, then turned off the overhead lights and left only the strobe lights on. The differently colored bubbles floated through the air, and the light cast the perfect hues across her skin.

She picked up a bubble gun and pointed it at me. “You not gonna come play, Uri?” she asked as she slowly approached me. I licked my lips as I watched her move across the room. Her stride was sexy as fuck in the most natural way.

“You want me to?” I asked.

Cori stepped between my legs and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Yes,” she answered, then lightly kissed my lips. “You don’t want to?”

“I’d do whatever you asked, you know that,” I replied. I slowly stood, making sure her arms didn’t leave from around my neck. “You trying to get beat?”

Her eyes narrowed, and a sneaky smile pulled at her lips. “You wouldn’t let me win?” she asked.

“No.”

“Not even if I asked?” she playfully pouted.

I laughed then smiled. “Yeah, but only if you asked.”

Cori pulled me down to her and kissed me. Her soft moan instantly made my dick hard, and I pulled her close to me. “I’m not asking you to let me win,” she said, pulling back from the kiss. “I like beating you fair and square.” She unwrapped her arms from around my neck and stepped back. “It makes the victory that much sweeter.”

“It’s bubbles anyway, ain’t no winner.” I wiped my hand over my mouth.

“If you say so,” she replied with a shrug, then pointed the bubble gun at me again.

“You’d shoot me, Cori?” I asked her with a smirk. I playfully put my hands up in surrender.

Her head tilted to the side, and she slowly blinked before nodding. “For Wakanda, without question,” she said.

We stared at each other for a moment, then started laughing. Cori held on to the table while I leaned against the wall, holding my stomach. We’d just watched the movie a few days ago so for her to recite that line right now was funny as fuck.

“Ay, you can't watch nothing else,” I laughed and pushed off the wall. “Why the hell would you say that shit?”

She shrugged, then set the bubble gun down. “It felt right in the moment,” she answered with a smile. The strobe lights rolled over her face again, and I smiled. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because you’re pretty as fuck,” I told her. Cori shyly looked away, and I shook my head. “Why you looking away?”

“Because what I want to say to you sounds corny,” she said, facing me. I lifted my brow, and she laughed. “You gonna call me corny if I say it?”