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Becky:Out your ass too!
“Oh, yeah? With who?” I asked Sergio before texting back to the girls.
Me:Don’t forget to take pix of your passports!
God, please don’t forget. Although I wasn’t sold on Jas being able to get us home tomorrow, I followed his instructions on what he needed to make it happen. After making sweet, slow birthday love this morning, I lay here in his bed while Jas made a few phone calls. He confirmed he could get the girls and me out of here tomorrow as planned when he and his crew left. He needed passport information from us all to make it happen. I was a tad reluctant, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to entertain him.
Not too long after Jas left to shower, Sergio called. I immediately regretted taking the call. But I knew I had a performance coming up atClub Sinand we needed to iron out the details for my troupe. Just a minute into the call, he’d introduced an ancillary topic. And, being distracted, I walked us further into it.
“The heads ofFountainebleauare starting a new venture in South Beach. They want experienced club managers. The competition is steep, but I know I killed it. Even made them drinks as they interviewed me.”
“Oh.” I blinked. “That’s good. But that means no moreClub Sin.”
“FuckClub Sin. These cocksuckers aren’t really about this life. The one guy who’s an owner by name only knows a little something about the business, but doesn’t have full ownership. The real owner knows shit about the business and has only been here once or twice to learn the program systems we use as though he’ll apply them one day. He thinks by throwing money at a club named after a fucking scum of the earth Harlem pillager, the business will be successful. It’s all bullshit!”
My forehead strained. “IsClub Sinnot doing well, business-wise?”
“For now,” he muttered dismissively.
“Has it not been so well?”
“I mean—you know what I mean!”
“No.” I cleared my throat. “I don’t. You’ve never said why you’re unhappy there.”
“This just isn’t the vibe for me.”
“Why?”
“The owners—whichever the hell is the one. Management in general. All of it is beneath me.”
A shiver coursed my spine and instinctively, I knew he was there. Jas had strolled out of the bathroom, stark naked as the day of his birth—no pun. He stood powerfully with spaced, muscularly sculpted thighs, pelvis forward as he rubbed his head with a towel. The size of his resting cock made my tongue twist. I craved him. I’d take Jas in my mouth again if he let me. Why had I waited so long to explore that part of him? It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life, an uphove to my sensuality.
Leisurely, Jas walked over to the closet, the muscles of his tight ass stiffening his stride powered by his broad shoulders.
“Ummm…” I scratched in between my braids to my scalp. “Something just came up.”
“Wha—wait. When? You guys down for the dates I gave you?”
“Yea—I gotta go. Text them to me and I’ll confirm once I get back home. Alright? Chat later.” I disconnected the call, not giving Sergio another second to share my sphere of attention with the king-body who casually strolled past me with treasure hanging from his pelvis.
Regrettably, when Jas reappeared, a lucky towel was wrapped around his waist. “You tell them about the passports?” he referenced the call I’d just ended.
I nodded, anticipating his return to the bed. God, I was a greedy bitch.For Jas.
“I want you to check out something.” I didn’t notice him carrying a photo album onto the bed. “I had to dig deep for this one.”
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up against the headboard and crossing my legs in the pretzel position.
He opened the first page and, in no time, I understood exactly what the photo album held. It was a collection of pictures of Jas from his days as a baby. The very first page of the tattered book was of him, presumably at the hospital in the bassinet. His face was swollen, eyes tight and lips tiny. And, boy, was he pale! Were all Black newborns pale after hours out of the womb?
There were several pictures of infant-Jas with a pacifier, bottles, and bibs.
“Oop!” I sucked in a breath, silently laughing while pointing at the image of his diaper change. Jas’ little winker was exposed. “Boy, have you come a long way.”
“You think so?”
“Uhhh.” I rolled my neck. “I would have left Charmagne’s apartment in the middle of the night if I hadn’t felt that brick between your thighs!”
