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“What?” I asked as we walked to the front door.
“Fear God too much to take you through the pain you’ve gone through with other men. I respect Him too much too.” I stopped, forcing him to do the same. We turned to face each other as my eyes watered and my heart skipped a beat. “And I love Him too much and appreciate Him too much to not take advantage of the gift that is you.” His hand cupped my cheek. “You are…” Tyreek’s head shook as he looked my face over intently. “The Rose of Sharon.”
My eyes closed as my breathing hitched.
“Why did you call me that?” I almost whispered as my heart drummed against my chest.
“Because that’s what you are,” he replied, voice low and laced with a smile. “You’re rare and one of a kind. The apex of women. Of love. You’re beautiful and you smell amazing, like a rose. Like the Rose of Sharon, you’re free and access to you is limited, increasing your value. You’ve bloomed in circumstances that would destroy the average woman’s heart. Those roses are the chief of roses, singular in quantity and beauty. There is none like you, Nae. And last, roses are useful. They have healing, loving qualities for all who use their petals or oil. That’s how I feel about you.”
Tyreek stopped the tears that were falling down my cheeks.
He’d used my password, which was extremely random and hard to use in conversation—Rose of Sharon. And he didn’t just use it, he used it to compare it to me.
Everyone who knew me knew I loved roses and sunflowers because of their beauty, but I had a special affinity for hibiscus flowers, or the Rose of Sharon. My grandmother’s name was Sharon and when she died, I started looking up what her name meant. I aspired to be all of the good that was within her. So I asked God to have Tyreek mention hibiscus or the Rose of Sharon if he was my husband, and he did.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, lowering his hand to the back of my neck as I opened my eyes.
“You told me not to tell you if you used it.”
He gave me a knowing smile. “I just did?”
Nodding, I wiped my face. “Yeah, you did.”
“Are you… okay with that?”
All I could do was nod and blink back tears before laughing. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m… more than okay with that.”
CHAPTER24
Tyreek
When Janae told me she wanted to get a private room at my club I was surprised. She’d only been once with the crew because women weren’t allowed unless they were providing entertainment two nights out of the week in a private room. Our night had been going perfectly, from dinner and dancing to the conversations we were having. I didn’t think anything would make the night better, but when I saw her body twirling around the pole, I was glad to be wrong.
Removing my blazer, I walked over to her after tossing it onto the sofa.
“If you’re going to work that pole, you need to remove these clothes.”
She gave me a sexy smile before biting down on her bottom lip. My eyes were trained on her as she began to remove her clothing slowly and seductively. Instead of taking everything off, Janae kept her black, lace bra and panty set on. I couldn’t help but stare at those damn waist beads. They were white, pink, purple, and clear in color. Some were directly on her waist while others hung just above her belly button and right at her hips.
She had a medium sized frame. Average sized ass and breasts, but she had a small waist, and those beads added to her sex appeal along with her spine tattoo. I hadn’t gotten comfortable enough with her body to where seeing her naked or almost naked didn’t make my dick hard, and honestly, I wondered if that would ever be the case.
“No more private dances for you, Mister Teacher. You’re going to be a gentleman outside of these walls unless the dance is coming from me.”
I chuckled, nodding my agreement. She had nothing to worry about. I had no plans of getting private dances now or in the future. I wouldn’t deny that I loved women’s bodies and beauty, but I’d never been a cheater and I was more than satisfied with her.
“Yes, ma’am. Now give daddy a dance.”
Her smile returned as she began to work the pole, and I had to admit I was surprised by how good at it she was. After she was done, she shared the fact that she’d taken a pole fitness class. Straddling my lap, Janae cupped my cheeks and said, “Thank you for such a wonderful evening. I’ve enjoyed every second of it.”
“It’s not over yet,” I told her, reaching behind us to grab a blunt and bottle of tequila for her and whisky for me. I had to have her pussy at least once before we left, and as warm as her center was on top of me, it felt safe to say Janae felt the same way.
* * *
Ididn’t think anything could irritate me this morning. Janae and I had an amazing evening together followed by a night of love making, and I was able to wake up to her beautiful body in my bed. As happy as I was, that changed after I looked at my phone and saw several missed calls from Ahmad. Something told me that they weren’t to be ignored, but I was in no rush to call him back. At the least, I wanted to get Janae back home in case whatever he said soured my mood.
By the time she was waking up, I had already worked out, showered, and gotten dressed. I gave her time to handle her hygiene before I started on breakfast. There was no desire within me to wait for her to do it for us. That wasn’t the role I expected her to have with me. Even though she didn’t mind cooking, I knew she liked to be served, so I didn’t have a problem cooking for her.
“Mm, something smells good,” she complimented, walking into the kitchen in nothing but my shirt.
