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Once they were done eating, she dressed in a Fendi crop top and pencil skirt. To add a pop of color, Harmony paired it with a burgundy blazer to match her lipstick, clutch, and heels. She was just about done straightening her hair when Saint walked in. Watching him watch her through the mirror sent warm tingles down her spine.
“Damn, Harmony,” he muttered, gripping his shaft through jeans. “You look good as hell.”
“It’s not too much, is it?”
“No, it’s perfect.” Saint turned her in his embrace. “You’re perfect.” He hesitated, and Harmony immediately picked up on it. Before she could ask him about it, Saint confessed, “I want you to be mine.”
“Officially?” she confirmed, shoulders hiking in excitement.
“Officially.”
After thinking it over for a few seconds, Harmony confirmed softly, “And you’ll be mine too?”
“Fa sho.”
“Are you… going to be faithful to me?”
Saint considered her question silently, mouth twisted to the side. “I can admit that I haven’t been faithful to one woman in the past. Never felt the need to. That isn’t the case with you. You have everything I want and need in a woman, Harmony. I will be faithful to you, and I don’t plan to ever do anything to intentionally hurt you.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Harmony gave him a deep, slow kiss. One that had him moaning into her mouth.
“Then I would love to be yours.”
His smile was sure as he set her on top of the counter. “And this pussy is mine too, huh?”
“Well, that’s always been yours.”
Saint laughed as he lowered himself to her center. He pushed her skirt up and moved her panties to the side, burying his face so deep in her pussy Harmony was sure he’d smother and die there. Still, she let him stay, riding his face until she came.
After placing her on her feet, Saint pressed her front against the wall and entered her from behind.
“Mm,” he moaned as she spread her legs and met him stroke for stroke. “Don’t try and throw it back. You gon’ lose.”
As the warning left his lips, Harmony learned the lesson just as quick. She inhaled shaky breaths as her body bounced against his at a medium pace. Smacking the wall softly, Harmony willed herself not to cum so quickly. Whether she wanted to or not, her body had a mind of its own when Saint was inside.
Reaching between them, she massaged his balls, and the animalistic growl he released as his seeds shot inside of her caused Harmony to cum right along with him.
He pressed her into the wall after they came, slowing his strokes so she could feel them more intensely. Rubbing her clit, Saint whispered in her ear about how good her pussy felt, causing it to leak against him more and more. She was so breathless, all Harmony could do was stand there and let him have his way with her as her mouth hung open and eyes watered.
When her walls began to clench, Saint lifted her arms over her head and held her hands, alternating between kissing her neck and ear and moaning into it. The sound of his pleasure was always her undoing. Whimpers and sizzling breaths escaped her as he dug a deeper hole to her heart from her pussy, and when he gritted her name into her ear and grunted, Harmony knew he was about to cum…
ChapterTwenty-Six
Saint
January
“I’m so sorry,baby. I’m going to cut my phone off right after this,” Saint promised, after answering yet another phone call with, “Saint.”
“Ayo, this is Dontae.”
With a nod, Saint’s leg shook under the table. Typically when he and Harmony had their dates, both of their phones were on Do Not Disturb. That night, he had it silenced because so many calls were coming through.
When videos of Saint’s impromptu performance on New Year’s Eve began to circulate, he started getting offers left and right. After declining all of them, he felt led to share his current struggles because of the contracts and divorce. For all of Saint’s marriage, pride governed the amount of details he shared when it pertained to him and Tristan. He didn’t want people cracking jokes about his fifth grade reading level or how he’d been taken advantage of by his woman.
Once he completed his studies and earned his degree, Saint’s confidence was boosted. And with time and maturity, he began to care less about the opinions of others. That didn’t stop him from keeping certain things about his personal life a secret. Eventually, Saint decided to come clean and explain why he wouldn’t be recording any new songs, starting a second label, or doing any tours and concerts for the next ten years. He shared it all—from his parents abandonment and being raised by his grandparents to not prioritizing school to his failed marriage and everything in between.
Ever since, there had been an outpour of both outrage and support. A lot of people couldn’t believe what Tristan had done while others weren’t surprised. Some even blamed Saint for being too trusting, but for the most part, he’d been shown a lot of love. Other artists began to come clean about their own horror stories with their contracts, and eventually, Tristan and managers like her were starting to be put on blast.
