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I try to release Domencio’s hand, but he puts a firm hold on mine as he says to her, “Felicity, I have never once said to you or claimed that you were my woman. You only assumed that, but if you need clarification, then let me introduce you to Sydney Morgan, my woman.”
She looks down and notices our hand intertwined. “Your woman? Wow, that didn’t take long. Maybe she was your side piece the whole time you were seeing me? Personally, I didn’t know you were into exotic types, Domencio. Looks like you downgraded if you ask me.”
“And no one asked you, you fake ass Kim Kardashian,” I state, tired of hearing her bullshit. Letting Domencio’s hand go, I continue my verbal assault as I step to her. “I have not and will not be any man’s side piece. As for the exotic type, you’re right because standing in front of you is an all-natural beautiful Black woman. Compared to you, I’m truly an upgrade sweetheart. I mean come on, look at you. You’re a walking build a bear. From the cheap ass hair extensions, that lopsided BBL, which you should go back to whoever did it and ask for a refund, and balloon titties your one more surgery away from looking like the cat lady. Domencio has told you who I am to him, so I strongly suggest that you leave my man’s house before you find yourself in need of some unexpected plastic surgery.”
She gives me a murderous glare before slapping me across the face. My head twists to the left.
“Oh, shit,” Domencio shouts as he and Batista make a move towards her, but I hold up my hand, stopping them.
With a slow turn of my head as if I was possessed, a demonic grin spreads across my face as I lick the blood from my bottom lip.
“Y’all might want to back up. Shit’s about to get crazy,” Booker warns Domencio and Batista. He’s seen this look before and knows what’s coming.
Before they can take heed of his words, I swing on Felicity. My fist connects with her heavily contoured cheek. To my surprise, she swings back, catching me with a punch to my ribs. It was a good hit, but I’m about to give her an ass whooping. Shit, my daddy had me and Booker in the local boxing gym every Saturday morning while growing up.
The men surround us as we exchange blows. Except for that lucky shoot to the ribs, Felicity’s only hits are basically to my forearms. Like Tyson in his prime, I wait for the right opportunity to present itself and when it does, I hit Felicity’s nose with everything inside of me. She stumbles back, clutching her nose before falling to the ground.
“Now, get your nose fixed trick,” I say, then peer up to a smirking Domencio. “Weren’t you going to show me your house before we were rudely interrupted?”
He smiles before telling Batista, “See that she leaves the same way she came. Let her know if she tries to come after Sydney with some bullshit, I have security footage of her trying to attack Sydney first.”
Batista laughs, “I’m going to be watching that shit over and over again all night,” as he helps Felicity’s sobbing ass to her feet.
Booker chimes in, “I’ll give you my email so you can send it to me. My cousin doesn’t play.”
“This shit isn’t over with, bitch,” Felicity chokes, spitting out blood. “I’ll see you again and Domencio, I’m going to make sure my father knows everything about you.”
In a low voice, Domencio scowls, telling her, “Fuck with me if you want to Felicity and I’ll make sure your father knows all of your secrets.”
I almost feel sorry for the girl, to hell with her. She wanted to act like Betty Badass, but now she got her ass handed to her.
“Get her the fuck out of here,” Domencio barks as we start to walk away.
“Domencio wait,” Felicity cries. “Don’t do this. We can work this out.”
Ignoring her pleas, Domencio takes me inside his house.
“Should I be expecting anymore Jill in the Boxes to show up?” I question as we enter his den.
“Jill in the Box? What does that mean?” he asks.
Giggling, I reply, “You know how there’s a Jack in the Box, well a Jill is basically the same thing, except she’s a person who pops up whenever she wants to.”
Domencio moves behind me, then snakes his hand around my waist. Nuzzling my ear. His deep Louisiana voice says, “There are no other Jill in the Box, Jane in the Box, or Shante in the Box to pop up over here or anywhere else. I have made you my Sydney in the Box, so please pop up on me any time you want to.”
Loving the feeling of being secure in his arms, I close my eyes and whisper back, “I just might do that.”
Being the bad girl that I am, I do a hard swirl against his dick. Domencio groans, grabbing my hips to press me harder into him.
“Don’t tempt the beast, Sydney or you’ll find yourself at his mercy,” he hoarsely declares.
I wiggle out of his grip to face him. I’m sure most women would have been scared by the feral look in his eyes, but I wasn’t. I have never needed a man to be so buried deep inside of me than I wanted Domencio to be at this moment.
“I told you earlier that I wouldn’t take you tonight, but I’m going to have to go back on my words because if I don’t make love to you right now, I feel like my entire body is going to explode,” he declares, resting his cheek against mine.
“Take me to your room, Dom,” I whisper.
He swiftly picks me up in bridal style, then rushes out of the room. After clearing two hallways, Domencio takes me up a flight of stairs, then goes right to a large, closed door. With ease he opens it to his master bedroom. It’s something out of a home décor magazine with its maroon, black, and white colors. Even with the California king size bed sitting in the middle of it, the room still had enough space to fit four more of them inside it.
