This book was amazing
..It was so well written.. I’m always a little iffy when it cometo paranormal but this book was so much more ..It’s in a league of it’sown ..It’s most definitely paranormal but there are romance, erotica and urban elements to it as well ..Amani/Tez 😍😍 Them together..Jeezus lol Mannnnn PERv is dangerous a game to play.. & it’s had some good side effects in these last 2 books..lol The scenes we’re so vivid in my head it was like I was watching a movie ..When this comes to the big screen one day l’llbe there front and center..❤️❤️
5.0 out of 5 starsHer best work yet!!
“The most disrespected person in America is the Black woman, the most unprotected person in America is the Black woman, the most neglected person in America is the Black woman.” – Malcolm X
There is this…thing. This weird thing that continues to happen and it’s so weird that I
Why are black women always to blame? For anything. For everything. For nothing.
The news never fails me. When I need a reminder of the imbalance when it comes to the scales of justice and it’s misrepresentation of black women, I literally turn to it knowing that I will be fulfilled in my need to be reminded just how far behind in that race we are in. Last place.
- In 2014, African Americans constituted 2.3 million, or 34%, of the total 6.8 million correctional population.
- African Americans are incarcerated at more than 5 times the rate of whites.
- The imprisonment rate for African American women is twice that of white women.
- Nationwide, African American children represent 32% of children who are arrested,
42% of children who are detained, and 52% of children whose cases are judicially waived to criminal court.
- Though African Americans and Hispanics make up approximately 32% of the US
population, they comprised 56% of all incarcerated people in 2015.
- If African Americans and Hispanics were incarcerated at the same rates as whites,
prison and jail populations would decline by almost 40%.
- via https://www.naacp.org/criminal-justice-fact-sheet
It’s the same reason a black woman placing a claim is not as impactful as a white woman placing a claim. Even with the rape culture,
In the Malcolm X quote stated above, which I have heard a million times, it sounds like a cry for help. The lack of interest when it comes to the protection of the black woman is directly centered around the culture in which we are raised.
From early childhood, most African American women are handed responsibilities that she is not trained or has the knowledge to handle. Most times, we are taught to cook, clean and cater to the needs of a man so that we are chosen when the time comes. We are presentable and capable of being a wife. Wait…you already teaching me how to be a wife and I haven’t learned how to get a girl yet?! I haven’t learned how to be a woman. You skipped all of that and went straight to grooming me to be a wife. That’s not how it works, especially if you aren’t using that same energy with boys; teaching them to be a husband out the gate. It’s unfair that I have to be stripped of my childhood because I was born into a competition that I don’t remember signing up for. You have to think before you say things, think before you do things. I don’t care how many “shares” “likes” “comments” you get when you make a post “joking” about R. Kelly and his predatory ways, I can tell you as a woman who experienced sexual assault myself, it’s not funny. I don’t see the sense of making fun of anyone else’s pain. Social media hype be damned.
This is not being said to discount the claims made from women of any other color, this is just me giving the facts that have been given to me.
I try so hard not to address “social” topics on “social media” because there are so many different ways to offend people without knowing. I’ll say this about the “R. Kelly” thing. Anyone that has been a victim of an older man preying on your innocence and nativity, you understand the depths of the pain he caused those young girls. Any interaction a girl has with a man in the early stages of her life will directly impact her when she becomes a woman. It changes your mindset. It changes the way you look at and accept love from men. You constantly strive to “love” someone the way that you are used to be loved. It molds your tolerance and acceptance of things. That’s why fathers are important, its the first male relationship that a woman will have with a man. It’s the foundation of how she responds to the husband you’ve been prepping her for since as far back as she can remember.
I am…so glad that I wasn’t raised under the pretense that a man
“If I could give you the world
On a silver platter
Would even matter? You’d still be mad at me
If I can find in all this a dozen roses
Which I would give to you, you’d still be miserable
And I don’t feel no faults for all the lies that you bought
You can try as you may bring me down when I say
That it ain’t up to you, go on do what you do ” Jill Scott Songwriters: Adam W. Blackstone / Jill H. Scott / Steven Wadell MckieHate on Me lyrics © Jellybean Music Group Artist: Jill
We have to start protecting our mindsets. We have to protect our children. We have to allow them to be children. We have to re- enforce their beauty or they’ll search for it in arms, and beds that mean them no good. We have to change the narrative. We have to protect ourselves and go hard for ourselves the way that we go hard for others. We have to remember who GOD called us to be. You can’t be his peace if your life is in turmoil. Now, we have to also remember the valuable things instilled in us. We have to remember those teachings that craved us and made us into who we are today. We have to be better at protecting ourselves before we can be the “better half” to anyone else.
Their First Encounter
“Grab her for me, bro!” He could vaguely pick up Daniel’s request because he was moving in the direction of the small tyrant who was gearing up to swing any second. The first thing he noticed about her was her hair, a large dark mane that seemed to give her more life. More light. The second was her dress – brown in color – clinging to every inch of her.
Amani awakened inside of him, feeling his core shake with a surge of need.
Tez smirked as he sat the beauty down on her feet. She was so much smaller than him but the fire behind her eyes made her feel like a giant.
The first threat flew off her lips with so much ease that it got Tez’s attention immediately. “Don’t grab me when I’m about to whoop ass!”
Tez felt star struck. He smiled before he took a step back, running a hand down his low cut. “My bad. I was just doing what my boy told me to do.”
“I don’t care what your boy says,” she snapped. “Don’t do that.”
Tez tucked his bottom lip, not knowing what to say or do. “Again, that’s my bad.”
Who the hell is he and why is he so fine?
Tez blinked before his lips parted. She had turned away, looking around to find her friend who was being hemmed up by Daniel. Though he couldn’t see her lips, he knew that she hadn’t spoken those words verbally. He watched as she leaned against a meter to adjust the strap on her shoe. His mouth watered while everything inside of him raged with need. Suddenly and unprovoked, desire danced in his limbs like wildfire. He
Amani’s eyes lowered before he leaped from TezAvant, shocking him. It had been so long since he made his presence known in physical form that he found himself unprepared for it. Just like the doctors had told him, Amani had grown to summon himself on his own but he never made himself visible to other people around him. He had grown into his full size, a size that would send a crowd running and screaming if he was ever seen.
Tez’s head swiveled down the street and around them as things seemed to move in slow motion. Nyree continued to fidget with her shoe as Amani slowly stalked over to her. He seemed to be moved by something territorial.
“What are you doing?” Tez communicated with Amani as he began to slowly walk around Nyree, trans-like. His tongue came out, sliding around his mouth before he leaned into her, sniffing. Just like the doctors had warned him, Amani had taken on a life of his own. After being merged for close to twelve years, Amani was full grown, wise and in control of his own being. He understood his human, though he didn’t always agree with him. They’d found a medium that worked for them to function as one. He cared about TezAvant’s well being, and it was not only because he was his soul host. Amani considered
“You uh- you need help?” Tez asked, his voice low- distant, his eyes trained on Amani.
Nyree glanced up at him with a mug on her face, eyes rolling. “No, I don’t need help.” Not with this shoe anyway. “Thanks, though.”
Amani stood before her, still attempting to sniff her out. There was something about her that was gravely familiar; he just wasn’t sure what it was.
“Nyree, you wanna get food?” Zhia asked, causing Nyree to pull her eyes from Tez and look down the sidewalk at her.
Nyree smiled, her slightly elevated level of frustration vanishing at the mentioning of her favorite companion- food. “I’m always down with getting food.”
Amani stopped his pacing, looking Nyree over as she slowly walked away from them but not before rolling her eyes at Tez.
“Can you hear her?” Tez asked Amani, thinking he was losing his mind. Amani shook his entire body before following behind Nyree. Tez wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was scared as hell at this moment- not knowing what the outcome would be.
“So, you can’t hear her thoughts?”
“What?” Nyree barked as she looked back at Tez. “Are you saying something?”
Tez straightened, returning the swag to his shoulders. “Nah, ma. I ain’t saying nothing.”
She ice grilled him for a moment before turning around.
“I can hear her and feel her.”
Getting closer to Amani, who didn’t seem to care that it sounded like TezAvant was talking to himself, Tez leaned over as if he was tying his shoe. Tez looked between Nyree and Amani. “Whatchu mean?”
Amani’s entire frame shivered. “She’s everywhere. A part of everything. She is Nyree.”
Amani’s mind was slowly gathering the data that it needed to pinpoint just who Nyree was. It had been so long since he last saw her and she had made some changes to her appearance but he knew her. He would always know her, always return to her. She still had the same scent, still carried herself with unspoken grace. She was still his Nyree. Amani’s heart rejoiced, wanting to reveal himself to her, knowing that she would know him but he didn’t want to scare everyone else on the street. He also couldn’t jeopardize TezAvant. His friends didn’t even know this side of him, which was something that Amani believed Tez should be left to reveal on his own time.
Tez only smiled at her. “It’s nice to meet you, Nyree.”
She looked back at him for a while before walking up to Zhia who was still conversing with Daniel.
“This is Daniel,” Zhia said as she pointed at him.
Nyree extended her hand for him to shake. “Nice to meet you.” She turned to Zhia, suddenly feeling the need to get away from whoever the fine ass man at the other end of the sidewalk was.
She glanced back at him and he was staring at her with a blank expression covering his handsome face. “Are you like…ready?”
“She’s what?” Tez nearly shouted internally.
Amani slowly walked next to Tez, his entire mood shifting to joyous as he watched Nyree walk down the sidewalk. “She’s for your soul.”
Tez leaned against the building and grabbed his beard, running his hands down his face. “You talking nonsense.”
Amani nodded his head. “She’s for your soul. Or my soul. Either way, you can not touch her.”
Tez scrubbed a hand over his chin. “Whatchu mean I can’t touch her. Did you see that ass? Ass was fat as fuck, fam.”
Amani dropped his head. He sometimes wondered why he was assigned to Tez and not another human. “You can not be with her unless you are prepared to take everything that happens between you two seriously. She is not to be used as a booty call.”
“Nigga, she got the perfect booty call body. You expect me not to pursue that?” Tez continued to eye Nyree.
“I expect you to leave her as is.” Amani demanded.
“Shiiitttt.” Tez groaned.
Amani turned to TezAvant, his fangs sharp and clear in their intent. “I will see us both into the afterlife if I need to.”
Tez lifted his left leg, completely stuck. “Over a female?”
Amani glanced down at Nyree, seeing beyond the surface of her. Far beyond what could be gathered with the human eye. “She has roots beyond this world. She had pain gathered and poured into her that is so misplaced and misguided.” Amani looked up at the human that he had been attached to for over ten years, knowing him better than he knew himself. “You will one day be the man that she needs but you are not anywhere near him yet.”
Tez was offended by that. “I’m a good dude.”
“You are too obsessed with the female form to ever appreciate just one. Even if she holds beauty beyond anything you would ever be able to obtain in the company that you currently keep.” Amani began to pace slowly, the jet black hairs covering his spine shimmering against the moonlight. His paws spread with each step as he curls around humans that walked the sidewalk. “I hold everything good about you inside of me. All of the things that give you peace are carried here.”
Tez propped his foot up on the wall behind him before looking down at Nyree who was still talking to Zhia. “So, why can’t I have her?”
“Because she is not something to have, TezAvant. She is something to cherish and cater to. Even though you are getting older you still think with the wrong head. You allow it to lead you versus having control over it and if you screw over Nyree Fisher, it will literally be the death of us both.”
Amani looked down at Nyree again before she walked off down the sideway. “She also carries everything that is good about us, inside of her.”
I Get Lost In Your Love
#Dirty30 & Get Laid in Vegas.
That was the plan. That was the entire plan and ExZhia Bishop had prepped her mind and body to be completely in line with the plan. She decided that she would leave her morals, common sense and decency back home in Dallas and just go for it. Determining that she only lived once, and turned thirty once. She wanted to do something brazen and completely out of character for her and she had her plan. That was until a morning run turned into an accident that shifted her plans as well as her life in a way that threatened to ruin her birthday and her opportunity to sow her wild oats.
Daniel is in a weird space, one that he dreads deeply and wishes to be delivered from. Divorce is hard in itself but the added level of betrayal he was experiences made him feel broken in more ways than he can verbalize. He had to shake back and in order to do that, his close friends conclude that a spontaneous trip to Vegas is the thing that he needs.
Two paths that constantly cross are surely meant to be tangled in some way. Right?
I Get Lost In Your Love is a witty, fun-filled love story about pain, growth and the journey of love.
Most of you have already gotten a look into this book at the end of Right At Love (https://goo.gl/PoswkD) but here is an extended sneak peek!
…but it’s literally the Prologue, so not really!
This chapter should be called…running (literally running) into a fine man at the park! But nope, I decided to go with an ode to the slaying of my youth. When I say slaying, I don’t mean it in the sense that my loveable Houstonian Beyonce meant it. I mean it in its natural sense- the overkill and literal death of my youth. I don’t know why we as women freaked out when we hit the curve to turn thirty but I was definitely following suit with the norm. Well, it was either that or I had some sort of death wish. What other reason would I be running like I stole something at five in the morning? Ok, I wasn’t running that fast because I just wasn’t naturally athletic per say. Ok, let me be honest because this was my first time running all year. I mean, I ran to the elevator when it was about to leave. I also ran into the church when I was behind schedule. I even ran to the mailbox but my feet never increased in its speed or tempo when I did that. But everyone says they ran to the mailbox so I think it’s only fair that we count my trips as running as well.
I’m rambling before I even introduce myself. My name is ExZhia Raine Bishop. Yeah, my momma was tripping hard when she named me so all my real friends call me Zhia. All the people in my life that liked being assholes called me Ex. I’d been living with that name for the last twenty-nine years and I probably came out the wound wanting to change it to something simple like Leslie or Brittany but my momma all out cried the first time I ran the idea by her. She started going off about my roots and the fact that my African ancestors would turn over in their graves if I Americanized my name. I didn’t even know if my name had African roots for real because sometimes my momma be reaching. I wanted to tell my momma that the chances of me visiting Africa in my lifetime were slim to none. Maybe I would be able to make it in my second like when I came back as a white woman named Leslie with good credit dripping in white privilege. Yes, white privilege is a thing and I was well aware of it. This ain’t what this book is about though, so we won’t get into that. As I already stated, I’m twenty- nine years old and pretty sure I was experiencing a premature midlife crisis. When my best girlfriends called me to see how I would be celebrating my Dirty 30, I literally had a mental breakdown right in front of the elevator that I had just run to. It was a mess. A complete mess. I literally cried in my corner office at one of the biggest technical advancement corporations in the world. I had snot and spit-ugh! I was a very low day for me. After that breakdown though, I was able to pull myself together and actually create real plans. I would hit Vegas and get sloppy drunk. So drunk that the fact that I was thirty, unmarried with no kids didn’t throw me into the great depression of two thousand and eighteen. Was going to Vegas and getting drunk the ideal situation for me? No, not at all. But I spent so much time crying about turning thirty that I forgot that I had to actually celebrate my birthday. So my last minute plans were the same as everyone else’s- go to Vegas, get drunk and maybe have a one night stand with a fine stranger that I’ll never see again.
The one night stand thing was a reach being that my momma drilled me with these things that I found annoying in my old age- morals. Farah Bishop was so serious about waiting until marriage that I think she made a song and dance to go with the saying. Though I did get buck wild in college- it was a very contradictory version of what most would expect to be attached to that term. I didn’t all out wild out but I did toss my v-card out the window and throw my ass in a circle a few times because ain’t that what college is really about? Losing cards and ass throwing? Of course, it was.
So, here I was running and sounding like I was about to have an asthma attack at the crack of dawn because well- it seemed like what I should be doing. I was not a size two and like I said- me and athletics? Nah. I was one of those people who looked to be in great shape and was absolutely not. I had a nice full figure that I inherited from my southern roots. I was the weirdo stuck between being thick and fat- you know that silver lining- I paid rent there. Honestly, though, I wasn’t trying to change anything about my body. I actually loved my body even with my cellulite, big thighs, and ass. I wasn’t the sexiest thing but the way my confidence was set up, you couldn’t tell me shit about me. My hair was in its natural state, graced with about fiddyllem different curl patterns that I tortured myself by trying to tame every night and morning. I was moving up the ladder at Prime Source, which was a fast-growing technical engineering company out of Dallas that I started to work at fresh from Sam Houston State University. I should own the company honestly but you know that glass ceiling black women encounter in corporate America? Yeah, I’ve hit my head on it a few times. I was one of the head engineers which afforded me a corner office and a fat salary but I knew this was as far as I would get for a while. As an old dirty bastard- thirty-year-old- black woman, I wasn’t doing so bad.
I was just about to pick up the pace in my run when Spotify failed me. My face scrunched up as I pulled my watch to my face to look at what was blasting through my ear. “Camila- what? Ew, no!” I groaned as I skipped to the next song, listening as Monica filled my ear. “Yassssss!”
That wasn’t me. Nope! I didn’t yell out when the collision happened. I was too busy trying to register the pain that was radiating through my ass. “Fuck!” I hissed as I lay on the ground looked up at the sun as it pulled from its slumber of the night. I blinked before allowing my eyes to close because this shit hurt. My entire body hurt.
“I’m sorry, beautiful! I didn’t see you!”
I wasn’t even listening to whoever was talking to me because I was pretty sure I was about to die. He sounded like Jesus because when I pray, this was exactly how Jesus sounded- like a fine, black man. I felt his presence near me, then I felt a hand on me, then two and honestly- it was the most action I’d had in a while so that drew my eyes open. I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the light before they opened completely. Yeah, I was dying. “Jesus?”
I saw his smile, his teeth perfect and shining. His hands were still on me. I really didn’t mind dying though because Jesus was fine and I knew he was probably gone send me to Hell if he was reading my thoughts right now. Jezebels always went to Hell is what my mother told me.
My ass was stinging so bad that it was making my head throb. “Am I at the Pearly Gates or nah,” I groaned as he looked down at me.
His face twitched before he moved his hand from mine down to my ankle. “I can assure you that you are not. Does your ankle hurt?”
“Everything hurts,” I replied as I went to move.
“Please don’t move,” he insisted as he pressed my shoulder down. “I’m going to call an ambulance.”
“I can’t go to the hospital. I have to get to work.” I replied as I tried to move again, only to have pain shoot through me. “Ugh!” I gritted as he pressed his hand to my shoulder more firmly.
“Please?” He asked again and for some reason, I listened. I kept my eyes closed before for some reason that made my pain less present. “You took a pretty nasty fall and I’m sorry that I ran into you. I saw you but then you were out of my path until well- you weren’t. Then we collided.”
“Yeah, I was there for the collision but I didn’t see you.”
I heard him telling someone our location in the park- more than likely the ambulance- but I was in too much pain to eavesdrop productively.
“Is there someone that I need to call?”
I shook my head. “There’s no one that needs to know that I busted my ass in the park.”
It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was but my ankle did have a slight sprain. I really couldn’t be in Vegas walking around like Sir Limp A Lot so this ankle had two weeks to get its life together.
“How are you feeling, Ms. Bishop?”
I looked at the curtain as the nurse pushed it back and immediately wondered why the hell I was behind a curtain and not in a real room. “Ma’am, I have real life insurance.”
She laughed, clutching the chart to her chest. “Of course you do, Ms. Bishop. We left you down here because we didn’t feel the need to move you upstairs. We did a scan on your head and the rest of your body and the only thing we came up with was the issue with your ankle which was already explained to you. Outside of that, there is nothing else that you need to pay attention to.” She pulled the clipboard from her chest and grabbed her pen. “Now, I wrote you two prescriptions for pain: Tylenol 4’s and Ibuprofen.”
“Two different kinds?”
“You’ll have a lot of pain during the healing process. You don’t feel anything right now because you’re on Ibuprofen. Now, your boyfriend has been asking about you since you came back here. He wants to know if it’s ok for him to come back.”
My brows hiked. “I’m sorry?”
Both the nurse and I turned at the same time at the sound of the voice coming from the opening of the curtain. I literally had to fight to keep my mouth was dropping open. He was not Jesus but he was so fine that I was just God handcrafted him with time, love and a lot of melanin. He was the epitome of too sexy to be real. Tall frame, possibly around 6’7, he literally looked like he was dipped in chocolate, his eyes dipped in honey. His hair was cut low to his head, waves circling his head. He was fine. I mean, next level fine. I wanted to lick him in weird places that any normal person wouldn’t want to lick a stranger.
“I wanted to check on you.” His voice was still sexy as hell. Deep and penetrating. Just looking at him was messing with my blood pressure. The nurse nodded her head before she walked out of the room, leaving me with this fine stranger that told her that he was my, “Boyfriend?” I asked with a blank expression.
His handsome face twitched into a smile as he stepped closer to me. “My name is actually Daniel. I just didn’t want them to kick me out before I checked on you.”
Looking down at the wrap around my ankle, I replied, “It’s just small sprain from what they explained.”
Those words made his face tighten. “Ah damn, I’m sorry about all of this.”
I shrugged, pressing my hands to the bed. “It’s fine. It should be fine soon anyway.”
“Well, I feel bad about this. I just wasn’t looking when I should have been and now your ankle is messed up.”
I could tell that he was really bothered and I wanted to comfort him- say something to make him chill- but these drugs had me loopy. “I –uh. It’s really fine. I’m going to call my friend and have her-.”
“No, please.” His voice. His eyes. Shit. “Let me take you home? I promise I’m not a creep or anything like that. I just- I would like to take you home. That’s the least I could do.”
I wasn’t comfortable with that at all. For one, I didn’t want him to know where I live. For two, I knew I’d ask his ass up for a cup of coffee, tea or me at the first opportunity I had- sprained foot be damned. “Nah, you don’t have to do that.”
“I insist.” He licked his lips and I’m sure it wasn’t meant to be a sexual gesture at this moment but I had all kinds of freaky thoughts running through my mind.
“I can just call-.”
“I can take you close and you can have your friend meet us if that makes you feel safer. I understand we don’t know each other but I- I feel really bad about this.”
I exhaled, shoulders humping. “Ok, we can do it like that.”
I looked around for my phone for a minute before I watched him move. He walked over to the side of me and grabbed my phone off the rolling stand. He was in my personal space and this time around, I was coherent enough to understand the level of man that I was dealing with. I was so glad that I wasn’t hooked up to anything because I knew everything on the machine would go haywire the moment he stepped in front of me. He was still wearing his workout clothes, giving a whole new meaning to the whole #greysweatpantsmatter movement. Yes, my eyes went to his print and my mouth watered, my body tingled and heated. I really really wanted to lick him. I could even feel my tongue snaking out of my mouth to do just that when he reached his hand out to hand me my phone.
“Here you go.”
I examined it as if it were a foreign object before taking it from his large hand. There was something about big visible veins in the arms and hands of a big, tall man that just screamed big dick to me. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he replied as he took a few steps back, sliding his hands into the pocket of his sweats.
I eyed him before training my eyes on my phone, strolling to find Resha’s number. She wasn’t my number one choice but she was a stay at home mom and the most reasonable of all my friends. I didn’t have many to choose from so it wasn’t like I had a whole bunch of folk to shuffle through. There was Resha who had been married for five years and suddenly- her life was kids, husband and maybe wine. Then there was Nicki who was a year older and me and literally my complete opposite. You remember me mentioning my morals? Yeah, she didn’t know what the hell those were. I’m going to leave that at that. Lastly, there was Carmen, who still didn’t know what she wanted to do in life. She was my confused friend but I loved her. I loved them all.
I went to Resha’s number, hoping she’d answer. “Hello?”
She sounded like she was still sleeping and I had to remember the fact that is as still early. “Good Morning! Did I wake you?”
“Its six o’clock in the morning.”
I cringed. “Yeah, I know but I’ve been assaulted-.”
“Assaulted?!” Both Resha and Daniel yelled at the same time. I looked over at him as his eyes bucked and his arms fell from their folded position against his chest. I tried giving him a look that told him he could relax but he clearly wasn’t convinced.
“Yeah, it’s just a small thing with my ankle though so, it’s all good. I need you to come get me so; I’ll call you when I’m ready.”
“Zhia, what is going on?”
“It’s really nothing major, Resha.”
“You just told her that you were assaulted,” Daniel uttered as he began to pace in the corner.
I pressed the phone closer to my ear as I eyed him; out of both curiosity and my undying need to have him in my sight.
“Who was that,” Resha asked in a rush.
“You heard him?” I asked with raised brows.
“Yeah, I heard him,” Resha replied in a panic. “Who was that? Where are you?”
“It’s my assaulter.”
“You’re WHAT?” Resha screamed, possibly waking up her entire house.
Yeah, I called the wrong friend. I knew her response was aided by the dramatics that I shamelessly added to the conversation though. “Ok, let me tell the entire story because it’s clear you tripping. You know I’m dramatic as fuck and to never take me seriously. But I was running this morning- wait, I was fast walking. Let me not start this story off with lies. I was fast walking and a man ran into me on accident and my ankle got a little twisted in the process of all of that. So, he insisted on taking me home but I don’t know him like that so I agreed to let him get me close and have you pick me up. I would have called Nicki but she lives further than you. It’ll take you ten minutes to get to me.”
A significantly less panicked Resha replied, “Sometimes, I question why we’re friends!”
I released a dramatic gasp. “Oh my God, you be doing that too? I question our friendship like fifteen times a day.”
I could hear Resha curse under her breath. “Call me when you need me to come get you, Hoe.”
“Thanks, Bestfriend,’ I replied in an excited tone that clearly annoyed Resha since she hung up in my face.
I chuckled as I looked up at Daniel, who was giving me a look that I couldn’t place.
“I can’t read you,” he stated on an exhale. “I’m trying to see if this is something that I need to prepare to get sued over.”
“No,” I insisted, hands out, brows bunched. “I don’t plan to sue you; I was just messing with Resha. She’s a mother so she has this tendency to freak out first and ask questions later. I like messing with her because of that. I have no intentions of suing you. Not at all.”
I could see him visibly relax before those sexy eyes bounced back up to me. “What’s your name?”
Here we go I thought before speaking, “ExZhia, but everyone calls me Zhia.”
He did that lip licking thing again. “Cool, Zhia. I’ll check with the nurses to see if everything is good to go.”
“Perfect,’ I replied as he walked out. I was sure to get a good look at his ass when he did so.
This had to be the awkwardest of the awkward silences in world history. There was awkward then there was whatever the hell this is. I was on the verge of running down the street and around the corner on this bad foot just to get out of this car. The car was nice, nice as hell and the owner was fine, fine as hell but my fight or flight senses were tingling and I was about to go the flight route when he spoke.
“I honestly don’t mind taking you home and I am truly not a stalker.”
I glanced over at him before nodding. “I believe you- I just; Resha must be running a little late. I don’t want to hold you up any more than I’ve already have. You’ve done enough.”
He shifted in his seat to look at me. “Don’t you need to call into work or something?”
“Not really,” I replied with my nose bunched. “I did send my boss a text letting him know that I would need today and tomorrow.” I rattled with the papers in my hand nervously. “What about you?”
“Nah,” he declined. “I’m the boss so I don’t have anyone to report to. I didn’t plan to go in today anyway.”
“Oh,” I exerted. “What do you do?”
He rubbed his full beard. “I used to be a corporate guy but I retired from that last year. I own a museum.”
I definitely wasn’t expecting that from him. “What kind of museum do you own?”
“African American Arts. Just a small-.”
“OMG,” I squealed, cutting him off. “You are not talking about Speaking Roots are you?”
The coy grin that came across his face gave him away. “Yeah. That’s me.”
I raised my hand to my chest, my excitement making me grab a hold of his shoulder. “Do you know how many times I’ve been to your museum? I live there! Then you want to downplay it to just a museum. It’s everything. A café, African American bookstore, a jazz, and poetry spot. It’s literally the only place I need in the entire city of Dallas and you own it?”
“I’m really glad it’s serving its purpose for you.” He stated with a small smile. “Did you know I’m working on a second location for Fort Worth?”
I smiled big at him. I could tell he was still modest about his endeavors, he even seemed to be looking for approval but I didn’t understand why a man of his caliber would need that at all. He was black, fine and successful; definitely not someone that screamed insecurity in a manner of anything but I would indulge. “Oh wow! I didn’t know that!”
He gripped the steering wheel with his large hands before exhaling. “Yeah, it’s in its first stages but I’m getting there.”
I just kept smiling, extremely impressed by the man across from me. “Look at you!”
His eyes stayed on me for a while before he spoke, seemingly having our situation crash into him. “Your husband or boyfriend not gone try to find me and fight me for hurting you, are they?”
I’m sure my face went through a series of things before my lips parted. Nothing came out. I closed my mouth back, swallowing. “No. No husband or boyfriend- it’s just me and my dog Juicy. She may be a little upset with you but she’s too small to do any real damage.”
His laugh caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared for it to be so warm. Because of his withdrawn demeanor, I didn’t think I would be able to hear it. His laugh settled, then his eyes did the same on me and- heat, rushing and demanding settled in the pit of my stomach.
“You’re a nice woman, Zhia.”
“Oh, it gets complicated. Trust me.”
“I’ve had the misfortune of seeing the worst of the worst so far as complicated goes.”
Sadness crept into his eyes the moment my phone rang in my purse. I sat the prescription paperwork inside of my purse before pulling my phone out.
“Is this you in this Benz?” Resha asked her voice filled with sleep.
“Yeah,” I replied as I glanced out of the side mirror. “Here I come.” I disconnected the call and slid my phone back into my purse before gathering everything to get out of the car.
“Wait,” Daniel stated suddenly, “I’ll come around and help you.”
“You really don’t have to-.” My sentence stalled as he pushed his door open and walked around the front of his car. Damn! Even his walk is sexy. He grabbed my crutches from the back seat before he pulled my door open and offered me his hand before assisting me with getting out of the car. Once I stood out of it, he didn’t step back- bringing me face to face with him and quickly returning my urge to lick him.
“I’m sorry again.”
“I’m seriously going to pull my hair out if you apologize again.”
I expected him to laugh, at least smile when I said that but I got nothing, until well- I got something.
“You are extremely beautiful and I couldn’t let you leave without at least telling you that.”
Please ask for my number I pleaded in my thoughts. “Thank you, Daniel.”
He swallowed, his eyes moving to my lips. He blinked, then swallowed again before he finally stepped back. Handing me the crutches, he moved back again as I began to make my way to Resha’s car. She hadn’t even made an attempt to get out and help me but she was possibly stuck looking at Daniel. One glimpse into her front window confirmed my suspensions. Her tongue was practically hanging out of her mouth.
I leaned down, knocking on the window before I pointed down at the locks. “Can I get you to open this for me?”
She fumbling with hitting the unlock button as Daniel stood behind me waiting. Once the locks disengaged, he helped me inside of the car.
“Hi!” Resha greeted all the sleep in her throat gone.
“Hello!” Daniel greeted back as he reached across me to help me with my seatbelt. I didn’t see that move coming and I literally almost melted when I felt his hand touch the side of my thigh. Mine and Resha’s eyes connected before hers mushroomed. “I was trying to take care of your friend but this is as far as she would allow me to go.”
“Oh?” Resha spoke with a small, flirtatious laugh.
My eyes snapped to her as she continued to blush.
“Zhia, you know where to find me if you change your mind about suing me.” He spoke to me as he stood up out of the car. “You ladies have an amazing day.”
“Thank you, Daniel,” I replied.
He gave me a long lusty look ending with a flick of his tongue across his thick lips before he closed my door.
Both Resha and I watched as he walked to his car.
“Girl, what the fuck?” Resha questioned as he pulled off.
That was the beginning and what I thought to be the ending of my encounters with Daniel but this wasn’t only my story to tell. But, welcome to my diary!
…or the denial of such a thing.
I should have stayed inside. That was my first thought when I woke this morning and I should have listened to the warning that echoed in the recesses of my mind the moment I peeled my eyes open. I wasn’t in the mood for anything and I found darkness comforting. That was where I dwelled for most of the day, into the night and then it was the same shit the next day until- today.
Today, I didn’t listen. I allowed the old me to tweak my interest of going out for a run that turned into a complete disaster. After lying in bed for an hour, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts reflected back on the last six to nine months of my life- I decided to give my body a workout that was long overdue. I was still trying to get my feet back under me, still trying to figure out where I was going next. What my next move was.
I kept coming up with nothing, which equaled to more depressed nights and late mornings. Everything around me was spiraling out of control and there was nothing that I could do about it.
How does a man marry a woman, love her to the point of complete blindness, raise a child that he believed them to have created together only to have her deceive him in the most devastating way? For one, how does a man survive that? For two, how does a man find a way to live beyond it? I hadn’t figured it out yet and I didn’t see myself being able to do so anytime soon. I’d found a moment of peace, if only for a short period when I opened the museum. I needed a change; I needed something fresh- something that needed me in return. Since then, I’d been pouring my blood, sweat and tears into making it as successful as possible. In a years’ time, it had become one of the go to spots for millennial’s and beyond. I counted it as a blessing. I was good at counting blessings and I knew that God had his hand in my life, stirring things up for my better. It was just hard to see through the cloud of bullshit most times.
My phone ringing in the pocket of my sweats pulled me from my thoughts. I released a grunt before digging into my pocket to answer it, already knowing who was on the other end.
“I’ve asked you to stop calling.” I’d even changed my number to aid in my efforts to never speak to her until absolutely needed. I was still unsure on how she got my new number.
I heard her exhale, puffing air from her chest before she spoke. “We need to talk, Daniel.”
“I can’t think of one thing that I have to say to you,” I gritted as I moved through my bedroom, taking off my clothes to prepare for my shower.
“Daniel, are you seriously going to go through with this? After everything we’ve been through?”
I had to laugh to keep from cursing her out. She deserved to be cursed out. She deserved worse than that but I had never disrespected her no matter how much of a vile person she was, I wouldn’t start disrespecting her today. “Serenity.” She was everything but a representation of that name.
“I know that I messed up. I know that I hurt you, Daniel. I want to fix it; I want us to make this work.”
I leaned against the door of my bathroom, watching as stream began to fog the door of the shower. Running a hand down my waves, I tried to allow a moment of clarity. Not for me, but for her. “What we had is broken beyond repair.”
“Daniel,” she cried into the phone in a voice that once would have brought me to my knees. Seeing her upset, seeing her cry was never something that I wanted to experience but the person I am today wouldn’t allow me a moment of sympathy for her and her tears. “Please. I love you and I know that we can fix this.”
“We have a meeting with our lawyers in a few hours. You may want to prepare for that.’
With that, I disconnected the call. I sat my phone down on the counter before removing my sweats and climbing into the shower. I went in head first, allowing the water to wash over me. She wouldn’t sign the paper, which was the hold up. I’d served her papers a few weeks after everything came to the light and here we were a year later and I was finally able to say that my first and last divorce was about to be final.
I was getting the thing that I wanted but I was still losing. I was losing all the time I invested, I was losing my wife and I was losing my daughter.
I ducked my head under the water, trying to camouflage the tears that gathered in my eyes. My father always told me that a man wasn’t supposed to cry and under most circumstances, I could find my way around expressing my emotions in this manner but like I said- I haven’t found a way to deal with it.
Serenity didn’t break my trust- she severed it. She dismantled it in a way that would not make it easy to be reestablished. Not with her. Not with anyone. Nylah James was now officially Nylah Jude and there was nothing I could do about it because even though I was there at her birth; taught her how to ride a bike and properly brush her teeth- she didn’t belong to me. She wasn’t mine. Her mother broke the vows that we shared together and created her with another man. A man that I now knew would take care of her as I did because she belonged to him. Not me.
Since the separation, I had only seen Nylah a total of two times; both of those times were arranged by her biological father and short lived in my opinion. I didn’t know how to act around her; I didn’t know what to say. Nylah was the smartest six year old I knew. She was quick to catch on to things so she knew the moment that her mother and separated. She knew what it meant, she just didn’t understand why things had to change between her and I. I tried breaking it down to her, her father, Raheem, tried breaking it down to her but in her eyes, I was her father and so was Raheem. After a long conversation and a lot of convincing, Raheem got her to understand that he needed to spend some time with her while I go on a small vacation. He needed his time to bond with her and that was something that I could definitely understand. That was last year and now, he was slowly pulling me back into the fold because that was where I wanted to be. I couldn’t give Nylah up, I tried and failed. She’d just have two daddies like she loved to remind us.
I got out of the shower and dressed quickly, laying right back in bed in complete darkness. Like I said, this is how I like things.
The next morning, I was still dragging my feet but I had a slight pep in my step due to the fact that today was step one of starting over. I made it to the building where the first divorce hearing would be held and everything inside of me was torn. I was divorcing a woman that I was still in love with. In my heart and mind, I had it set in stone that I would spend the rest of my life with her. Now, I didn’t know where I would end up so far as love goes. I already know. I sound weak. But- shit I was weak. I am.
I caught my reflection in the glass of the building as I pulled the door open. I took a moment to gather myself, fixing my tie and suit jacket before walking into the building. I was almost immediately approached by Serenity who was standing off to the side, speaking to her lawyer. I had to admit, she looked flawless.
“You’re really doing this,” she whispered the moment she was in front of me, interrupting my route.
I slid my hands into my pockets before stepping around her. “This is long overdue in my opinion.”
“Long overdue,” she hissed at my back, causing me to turn around and take a step back in her direction.
“Yes, long overdue. I don’t want to stay married to you for another minute and the quicker we can get this over with, the better off we’ll both be.”
“Not me,” she cried, her voice thick with unshed tears. “Daniel, I’m so sorry. Please?”
“You don’t get to play the victim in this shit, Serenity.” I hissed, my teeth clenched so tight that it caused pain. “You are not the fucking victim! I am! Raheem! Nylah! Not you!”
“I know that what I did was wrong and I can admit to my mistake. I just want us to fix this. To fix us.”
“We were built on a lie.” I looked her over, annoyance lining my features. “There is nothing for us to fix.”
I walked off, leaving her in the lobby to meet my lawyer in the room he’d advised me to meet him in. As soon as I walked in, he handed me a folder. “What is this,” I snapped, still on edge.
He eyed me, sensing my tension as I flipped the folder open. “Her terms.”
“She don’t get no fucking terms,” I hissed as I slammed the folder down on the desk. “What the fuck does she want?”
“Nothing.” He replied. “She has agreed to walk away with nothing.”
I leaned against the wall of the room, dragging my hands down my face as frustration weighed heavy on my shoulders. I slowly took in air, forcing myself to calm down. “Nothing?” My eyes moved to him as he grabbed the folder that I didn’t even attempt to read off the table.
“She’s leaving you the house and only taking what she came into the marriage with.”
I didn’t even want the house because I knew if I kept it, I would end up selling it. The memories it held still haunted me, even though I hadn’t been there in over a year. “I don’t want the house,” I finally spoke after a moment of processing everything. “She can have the house. All I want is the divorce. I already have the loft so there is no need for the house.”
I already knew a rebuttal was coming. “What do you mean you don’t want the house? You paid for the majority of it.”
I reached up to loosen my tie, suddenly feeling like it a noose. “Yeah, I don’t want it. She needs it for Nylah.”
I could see his jaw clench before he nodded. “Fine. I guess you’re leaving her with the Range you purchased as well?”
He accepted my silence as my answer. “You can’t be serious, Daniel.”
“I am man,” I pressed as my exhaustion began to take a toll. “Just give it to her.”
The flaring of his nostrils told tales of his annoyance. “Fine. I’ll run these updated details by her and her lawyer. Give me a minute.”
I exhaled as he walked out of the room, taking a seat at one of the chairs that was pushed up to the table. My mind wouldn’t settle, even after a while of just sitting there, having time to gather myself. I couldn’t. I had been praying, I’d been praying about my marriage, giving it to God and asking him what he wanted me to do. I knew that he was against divorce but there was no way for me to repair the damage that had been done without sacrificing my happiness. I wanted- no- I needed to be happy.
I was a single man. It felt weird yet refreshing. I had been in my slump long enough. After two weeks of no work, no daylight or communication with the outside world, I was finally ready to get back to work. I walked into the café area that occupied the building next to the museum as the night crowd began to form. I didn’t have much that I needed to take care of being that I had a reliable staff that made sure everything that needed to be done was handled before I could even get my hands into it. I was only here because I’d been missing in action for two weeks and I felt the need to show my face.
I glanced to my left as an extended hand came my way. I accepted the shake of Rodney, one of my newest employees and the most rugged of the bunch. I didn’t hire him because he was experienced in the artifacts or the ins and out of what we did here, I hired him because he needed a job. He was very persistent in getting one when I met him and now that he had the position, he was doing everything he needed to do to keep it. You didn’t have to know the workings of a job to get the position- y’all president proved that- you just had to be hungry enough to do what was needed to get it. Rodney was hungry. He was also actively asking me everything that I knew about black art, black history and black love- all of the things we celebrated at Speaking Roots.
“Nothing much. You holding it down?” I asked him as I released his hand.
“I’m barely holding myself down,” he replied. “I’ve been reading.”
A slow smile graced my face. “Ah hell!”
He sucked his teeth before waving me over to walk with him. “Ah hell is right! Do you know what they did to her?”
He stopped in front of a sculpture that got a lot of attention for all the wrong reasons. But that was to be expected because that was her roots. That was her test and her testimony. “Sarah Baartman.”
“Yes!” Rodney insisted. “Do you know?”
I nodded. “Of course I know. It’s my job to know.”
He scrubbed his waves before shaking his head. “I never heard about her in History class. I never heard about no damn show that displayed black women as freaks because they had a fat ass.”
My head dropped, I tried to stop my smile from forming but I failed. Rodney was young and sort of a loose cannon, he reminded me of myself when I was right out of high school with fresh eyes and an open mind. I could understand his confusion, as well as the slight level of anger that laced his voice.
“They had her on a fucking chain like she some sort of animal, bruh. That’s bullshit.”
I had to agree. “Yeah! The thing that will really blow your mind is the fact that she started out as a free woman. She wasn’t a slave.”
“No!” I answered. “She wasn’t. She was born in the Camdeboo Valley based in the regions of South Africa and moved to England with a man who was also free. She was approached to perform and because of her finances or the lack there of, she agreed to become the main attraction for their show. It wasn’t until she was mistreated and mishandled that she discovered the error in that decision. That sound familiar to you?”
His eyes lowered before they bounced open. “That sounds like what strippers do to this day.”
“Bingo.” I replied before walking off, having him follow me.
“Man,” he stressed. “I ain’t ever going to another strip club again.”
“Again,” I questioned as I entered my office. “You’re only eighteen.” I sat behind my desk while looking up at him, removing the contents of my pockets and placing them on my desk. “What club let you in?”
He squinted before sucking his teeth. “Right! I ain’t never going to no strip club! Ever!”
“Man! Get out of here!” I laughed as he backed out of my office with a slick smile on his face. “Can you tell Tez that I need to see him?”
“You got it, Boss!” he yelled as he slapped the frame of my door and proceeded down the hallway. I stretched my neck, working my fingers to unlock my computer as my phone rang. It was as if the entire room got brighter when I saw the source of the call. “Hey, Butterfly.” I greeted, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice.
“Hey, Daddy,” Nylah replied, still calling me what she naturally felt was right and I nor Raheem felt the need to correct her. With all the changes that her life was taking, she still remained the same. It was teaching me a lot about how to handle life, even as a grown man. “My daddy told me to ask you for the other one because Mrs. Eryanna ain’t gone be giving him a lot. That’s what she said.”
My brows dipped as I tried to keep up with the conversation. “What’s she not gonna give him?”
“A sister.” Nylah popped as she snacked on something. “I want a brother and a sister and daddy said that Mrs. Eryanna only gone give me a brother so I gotta ask you for the sister.”
“Your dad told you to ask me that,” I questioned on the verge of laughter.
“Yes, sir. He told me to ask you.”
I exhaled. “How soon do you want this sister?”
I could hear her counting and more than likely, she was using her fingers. “Five days.”
She said that so nonchalantly that I burst into laughter. “Five days? Nylah.”
“You need six days, Daddy?”
I exhaled before leaning forward to place my elbows on the desk. “I’ll need more time than that.”
“You can’t get somebody to help you?” She questioned in a high pitched voice that let me know she didn’t understand why I needed so much time. The weird part was when she asked if I could get someone to help me, her mother didn’t pop into my head. The woman that had found a way to creep into my thoughts and dreams did. ExZhia. I often thought of her but I quickly pushed those thoughts away, knowing that I didn’t want to start anything with anyone. In the short amount of time that I was in her presence, I knew that she wasn’t looking for anything short term. She seemed to have her shit together and naturally, she would want a man on that same level.
I was still trying to find out who the hell I was outside of Serenity.
“I’ll figure it out and get back to you on that, Nylah.”
“Ok!” Her tone was so chipper that I hoped Raheem was actively working on her wish as we spoke. “You still coming to get me this weekend?”
I released a slow breath while rubbing my head. “Nylah, I wouldn’t miss it.”
“YAY!” She squealed. “I love you! I’m about to go play in Mrs. Eryanna hair! I’mma call you tomorrow, ok?”
She was so mature. “I’m gonna be waiting, Butterfly.”
She made a kissing sound before fumbling with disconnecting the call. At that exact moment, Tez- my best friend and head of security- knocked on the door. “Yo?”
I stood to dap him up before pulling him into a hug. “What’s up?!”
“Not shit.” He replied as he sat across from me. “You done handling business?”
The business he was referring to was my divorce. He was the first one to tell me to get it done as soon as everything went down. It wasn’t that Tez was anti-love or anti-marriage. He was just ant-bullshit. He knew the way I loved Serenity, the way I catered to her and for her to cheat on me in Tez eyes, it was bullshit.
I nodded. “Finalized.”
“That’s good shit,” He replied as he stretched his legs.
“How is my divorce good shit?”
He made a face that almost made me laugh. “Because your ex-wife was foul as fuck and you deserve better than that. You probably the most well rounded dude I know and the fact that she fucked you over makes me believe that she was born with bullshit coursing through her veins. With her fine ass.”
I gave him a puzzled look. “Really?”
He shrugged. “Her being fine don’t take away from the fact that she ain’t shit.”
I shook my head as I returned to my seat. “Either way,” I replied with a shrug. “I’m officially divorced.”
His large hands slapped my desk. “Good shit. So, me and the bros-.”
“Nah!” I cut him off. “I’m chilling.”
He gave me a big smile as he stood. “You didn’t let me finish.”
“When you said you and the bros that officially took me out of whatever plan you have. I am not fooling with y’all.”
He grunted before tossing his hands in the air. “Come on, Daniel witcho lame ass. You are a single man! We have to celebrate.”
“Celebrate my divorce?”
“You damn skippy,” He insisted. “We need to go out and get you a stripper to dance on you.”
The irony. “It’s gonna be a hard pass for me.”
“You better hard pass yo ass on this flight.”
“It’s already paid for and I know you have Nylah this weekend so I booked it for next weekend.”
My head was starting to pound already. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about your divorce party.”
My head dropped as I grabbed the bridge of my nose. “My what?”
“Your divorce party! Everyone has one.”
“This is literally the first time I’ve ever heard those two words in a sentence.”
“That don’t matter.” Tez shot down. “We are going to make it happen. In fact, we already got the room, flight and rental taken care of. All you need to do is bring ya ass.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get out of this easily, if at all. “Come on, Tez. I have a business to run so you know I can’t just up and leave. How long is this supposed trip?”
“Negro, you just came back from being gone two weeks.”
“Exactly why I can’t leave again.”
“This place runs itself. Why do you have an assistant manager if you don’t trust him to hold things down in your absence?”
That wasn’t the issue. “I do trust him.”
“Then it’s settled. I know you ain’t gone let me just waste my money like that.”
“I can’t do it.”
Tez shrugged his broad shoulders as if he didn’t give a shit about my dilemma.
“Two weeks.” He confirmed as he backed out of my office. “I’ll come pack your shit for you if you need me to.”
“Tez! You never even said where!”
A wicked smile covered his face as he hit the hallway. “Where else do you go to celebrate a divorce.”
“Nowhere!” I snapped.
“Sin City, Baby!”
Meet Maurice & Amavie !
God creates the unions of Dejunza, he molds your soul mate to cater to your every thought, need, and desire. He then places you two in the path of each other and seals your union through covenant.
Rifu’s life has been in complete despair since her soul was sent to Earth to complete life without her and the child that they created in love. Sphynx being chosen by The Bell was the beginning of Rifu’s spiral; one that left her confused and desolate. She pleads with The Court, The King & Queen- even prayers to GOD for her one true love to be returned to her. Finally, her prayers are answered, but the agreement comes with terms that Rifu cannot see herself becoming to.
Spynx was completely against his departure. Rifu is his heart, and he’d never imagined himself living without it, without her. There was no greater reward than being a husband to Rifu, and a father to their love child. But, The Bell cruelly chose him, ripping his soul from his body. Not willing to give up without a fight, he fought to stay, fought for love, fought for the happiness he knew could only come from Rifu.
Love or the idea of such a thing seems to be the last thing that will be granted to these two. As much as they fight to recall a time when they loved each other, love does little to nothing to assist in reclaiming those memories.
Maurice tried to remain calm when he felt Amavie slip her hand into his. He wasn’t expecting that move and was trying with everything that he had to respect her personal space. It was hard as hell to do when every time the wind blew, her scent, her hair, her beauty- it all seemed to be placed on instant display for him. They had been walking for about a half a mile when they stopped. Amavie turned to him, holding her hair out of her face as best she could. Maurice laughed at her struggle.
“You won’t be laughing when I shave my head bald.”
Maurice smiled at her. “Please never do that.” He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “I can’t imagine you not having it.”
Amavie blushed as he continued to toy with her hair. It was always something that he loved about her and he would give her a line very similar to the one he just gave, every time she said anything about cutting it.
Amavie looked into his eyes and instantly got caught up in his gaze. It was so dark and penetrating that it shot right to her heart. She was starting to think that coming to the pier wasn’t a good idea. A chill raced up her spine at the same moment that the wind blew and a small wave hit the landing beneath them.
Without her having to ask, Maurice tugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her, pulling it together in front of her as the wind blew again. “I can’t have you getting cold on me.”
Amavie licked her, his mind and body battling for resolve as he took a step back from her, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Yeah, it’s usually pretty crowded. Must be God on my side, giving me alone time with you.”
When he winked at her, Amavie rolled her eyes. “You are so smooth.”
Maurice shrugged. “What can I say?”
Amavie pushed her hair behind her ear as she continued to look around.
“When can I take you out again?”
Amavie watched as he stepped closer to her, placing his hands on either side of her as their bodies nearly touched. She was engulfed in his scent, it’s potency making her feel needy. The abysmal part of it all was that she didn’t know what she needed, she just knew that whatever it was- it would come from Maurice. She would get it from him and the experience would be mind-blowing.
“Um- I don’t know. I have a lot of things that I need to line up but as soon as I get some of them out of the way, I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”
Maurice tucked his bottom lip in. “So, I did good then.”
Amavie gave him a knowing look. “You’re not that bad, Maurice.”
Maurice leaned in closer to her. “That’s good shit, Amavie.”
Amavie’s gaze dropped to his lips as he continued to move in to her. She was about to have a panic attack. He was going to kiss her. She wouldn’t let him do that. It was the first date. But then again, this man is her husband. Nothing that she did with him was defiled. She didn’t move. In fact, she leaned into the kiss until their lips connected.
The first contact made her body tingle all over, Maurice had to shuffle his feet to get closer to her because he didn’t want to pull away. Her lips cushioned against his, stirring his soul and his mind all at once. He reached under his jacket to wrap his arms around her waist before he pressed his tongue against her bottom lip, instantly, Amavie opened for him. Allowing him to explore the depths of his mouth with his tongue. Amavie’s eyes fluttered closed as she reached out to grab the front of his shirt, holding on for dear life as he deepened the kiss, sending her head swirling with his tongue. A sound, deep from within her gut vibrated her lips as Maurice moved his hands around his jacket to grip her ass, pushing her against his erection as his hands pressed her to him. She knew her lipstick was smeared but she didn’t care. The chance that someone was getting a show was very high but she didn’t care about that neither. All she cared about was the man that was kissing her as if this were the last kiss he would ever have.
Maurice didn’t think he would ever get tired of kissing her. The subtle innocence in her tongue awoke the savage in him. He could imagine her not having experience kissing, there was no way. She was too beautiful to not have been kissed a million times over. He didn’t care about the clear lack of experience, what she lacked in experience she made up for in taste and feel. Her lips were so soft that they molded to his. The times when she gave him her tongue to have his way with made his dick hard and the way she was holding on to the front of his shirt silently encouraged him. He wasn’t stopping but he did slow up, allowing her to catch her breath as he placed small kisses on her lips and neck.
Her breathing was labored, coming out hard yet weak as Maurice serenely continued to kiss her. “I don’t know what it is about you that drives me crazy, Amavie but I’m not trying to control that shit. Not at all.”
Amavie’s eyes were low, almost to the point of closing. She felt drugged but in the best way. “I can’t believe I kissed you.”
Maurice continued to kiss her. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
Amavie closed her eyes and exhaled as she sounds of the river behind them pulled her in. “It’s the first date.”
Maurice chuckled against her neck. “Sweetheart, this isn’t even first base anymore. Kissing is almost a natural thing to do on the first date. First base is, something else.”
Amavie waited until he was looking into her eyes for a moment before she exhaled again. Her eyes bounced around his face for a moment before landing on his lips, then his eyes. “What- what’s first base?”
Maurice looked into her eyes as a slow smirk covered his face. “You want me to show you?”
Amavie’s eyes ballooned. “You can show me out here?”
Maurice slowly licked his lips as he looked down at her. “If you keep this jacket in place, I can.”
Amavie’s curiosity got the best of her. “Show me…”
Maurice reached down and touched her exposed thigh, never removing his eyes from hers as he pushed her dress up. Amavie couldn’t look into his eyes, it was too much so she dropped her gaze to his hand as it pushed her dress up. Her nerves were all over the place, chills raced all over her body as he moved his face closer to her, placing a kiss on her chin. “Have you ever had an orgasm on a pier, Amavie?”
Amavie subly shook her head as he pushed her dress up her thigh and. “No, I- it’s never happened.”
Maurice’s eyes lowered to her lips as her breath hitched in her throat, he didn’t want to give her too long to think. In one smooth, swift move, Maurice reached for her panties and pushed them to the side. He stepped into her, making her stand straight as he used his fingers to massage her clit.
Amavie’s entire body felt engulfed in heat. Her eyes closed as she braced herself against the railing behind her. Her hand slipped from his shirt as he used his fingers to penetrate her. Amavie’s mind went blank when he groaned against her neck, rotating his tongue and his finger all at once. She closed her eyes and reached up to wrap her arm around him as he used his free hand to wrap it around her.
“This is first base, Amavie.”
Amavie nodded her head, unable to speak as he continued to stroke her. She turned to bury her face in his neck as she released a slow moan. “This is- definitely not first base.”
Her words came out in a breathless whisper against his beard cheek as he kissed her neck, moving back to her lips, taking them aggressively.
Amavie found the strength to grab him as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She knew that she wasn’t in control at this moment, she also knew that she was too far gone to ever escape him.
He stopped kissing her at the exact moment everything around her seemed to still. Amavie felt all the weight of her body shift down to her legs as she struggled to stand on her heels. Her head slowly came up to look at Maurice as her spine stiffened. Her eyes glossed over before they fluttered. “Maur-”
“Don’t fight it,” Maurice coached, his arousal and need to see her come undone, draining his voice. “It makes them harder.”
Amavie blinked a few times before Maurice pressed his fingers into her, rubbed her clit before removing his hand from her, strumming the intro to her undoing.
Amavie could hear her heart beating in her chest. She felt the first spasm rock her as her eyes locked with Maurice’s then closed. “Shit.”
“I’m right here, baby.”
Amavie grabbed him tighter as her body quaked, she whimpered like a wounded cat as Maurice wrapped a secure hand around her, holding her against him. “Maurice.” she cried, not caring if anyone else on the pier heard her. Her ears rang, her body felt weak. She couldn’t do anything to fight against it, she had to ride it out.
“Ughhhhh,” she groaned against his shoulder as the last spasms left her body. Her hair fell into her face when she lifted her head and he gently pushed it away so that he could see her.
“You ok?” He pushed her hair over her shoulder as Amavie slowly released him.
Amavie nodded her head slowly, still trying to pull herself together. She looked down, her eyes going to his fingers. She couldn’t believe she had her very first orgasm, on a pier at East Lake with Maurice and his fingers. She wanted to jump into the water to hide from him.
“You don’t need to be ashamed, Amavie.”
She pulled in air before she released it, looking him in his eyes as he continued to push her hair back. “That’s first base.”
Amavie huffed as she looked into his eyes. “That’s first base?”
He leaned in a kissed her lips. “It is in my world, baby. Let me get you home.”
Amavie slowly followed him when he grabbed her hand and began to walk back down the pier.
I know there has been set back after set back but I‘m pushing through and I’m gonna make sure your Summer has a lot of Deshon Dreamz HEAT!
COMING VERY VERY VERY SOON!
Love Seems To Hate UsGod creates the unions of Dejunza, he molds your soul mate to cater to your every thought, need, and desire. He then places you two in the path of each other and seals your union through covenant.
Rifu’s life has been in complete despair since her soul was sent to Earth to complete life without her and the child that they created in love. Sphynx being chosen by The Bell was the beginning of Rifu’s spiral; one that left her confused and desolate. She pleads with The Court, The King & Queen- even prayers to GOD for her one true love to be returned to her. Finally, her prayers are answered, but the agreement comes with terms that Rifu cannot see herself becoming to.
Spynx was completely against his departure. Rifu is his heart, and he’d never imagined himself living without it, without her. There was no greater reward than being a husband to Rifu, and a father to their love child. But, The Bell cruelly chose him, ripping his soul from his body. Not willing to give up without a fight, he fought to stay, fought for love, fought for the happiness he knew could only come from Rifu.
Love or the idea of such a thing seems to be the last thing that will be granted to these two. As much as they fight to recall a time when they loved each other, love does little to nothing to assist in reclaiming
Please enjoy these first two chapters of “Love Seems To Hate Us” coming 4/7/2018! Unedited/ Subject to change
Rifu’s long, wool-like trenches flew behind her like a silk adlib aiding her pursuit into the chambers of the king and queen. She didn’t allow time for a moment of clarity. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want to second guess her decision and more than anything, she wanted to be heard. The moment she pushed the doors open, swords were drawn in her direction.
“At ease.” Queen Umi’s voice announced as her eyes took in the protruding belly of the intruder. The only woman of Dejunza that was with child at this time. She stood from her throne, her black and gold dreadlocks braided back, showcasing the depths of her cheekbones. Her husband sat beside her, looking over at his wife and wondering how she would handle the latest outburst from Rifu.
The soldiers at the door followed the command of the queen, taking a step back from their charged positions. Rifu eyed them with a snarl as she continued in her mission. “I want Spynx.”
This request was not the norm for the Queen Umi stepped down from her throne as Rifu approached. “We have discussed this as a leaf turned over a dozen times.”
“And yet the wounds I bare hold value. Maumivu (Pain) by the day over.”
Queen Umi exhaled. “Kuelewa.” (Understand.)
Rifu didn’t want to be rude or assertive but she knew that Queen Umi would give her the same spill that was given to her before when she asked to be reunited with Spynx. She would be having his child any day now so in Rifu’s eyes, they should be together in this moment to share in the joy of the experience. “This is not the way of this land. Our God made us promises! Promises that I throw back in his face for him to uphold! I am not to bear children alone for I did not impregnate myself! Spynx, my husband planted his seed within me. That seed now flourishes to its full potential and you tell me that the land that I love would forsake me to leave me here as a mother alone? Oh, I curse the God’s and I forbid it. I did this thing right. I deserve my husband.”
Queen Umi’s eyes watered as she looked down at a pleading Rifu. Her words ripped through the woman inside of the queen, churning at her soul with each syllable that was spoken unto her. She turned back to the king, watching him watch her and knowing that he didn’t like the tone that Rifu was taking but she understand her frustrations, having been ripped from her sons at the exact moment that Rifu was ripped from her husband. She didn’t have a resolution for Rifu, well- she didn’t have one that she thought would calm the expecting mother. Only throw fuel to the fire that Queen Umi could not seem to cool down. “Rifu, this is for the better. For the best.”
“For the best of whom? Nani?” (Who?)
“Kila mtu!” (Everyone!)
Rifu shook her head as tears formed in her eyes. “Si Mimi. (Not Me.) Sio motto wangu (Not my child).”
Queen Umi’s gut twisted in agony. “Please, Rifu…”
Her tears danced in her eyes before sliding down her ebon skin. Rifu could not hold them any longer; gold tears rejoined in her weeping, sliding down her face as a thing of beauty that dwelled well in her torment. “What am I to do without him?”
“We have one other solution,” King Jinne finally spoke, seemingly shaking the walls of the solidified kingdom as he did so.
“No, Jinne!” Queen Umi hissed at her husband. “We will not lay those-”
“Tell me,” an anxious Rifu pleaded as she swiped her face to clear her blurred vision. “Please, tell me what I have to do. I am to give birth soon and I don’t want to bring my child here and raise him without his father. I need to be with Spynx.”
“That is no longer his name,” Queen Umi spoke, her voice somber. “He is now Maurice of Earth.”
Rifu’s low eyes swooped even lower. “Maurice?” She mumbled the name, low in her belly, allowing the syllables to slip off her tongue.
“Yes, that is how he is titled.”
“Then I need to get to Maurice. I need him to know that I love and need him. I know that my words ring loud of a desperate woman but I have saw women whimper for things of a lesser value. Spynx is…” Rifu blinked, her mind catching up with her heart. “Maurice is worth every nanosecond of the trouble. Please?”
The King puffed his chest out, not wanting to but needing to step on the toes of his wife. Spynx had been gone long enough for Rifu to understand the extent of the situation, yet she pleaded day in and day out to be reunited with her love. In the King’s eyes, the least they could give her was all of her options. “We can send you to Earth to be with Spynx.”
Rifu’s eyes rounded before she smiled, her perfect teeth in complete contrast to her complexion. “What must I do to obtain such a blessing?”
Rifu felt as if the weight of the world sat on her shoulders. She had been in her bed crying her eyes out for what seemed like an eternity and nothing that she did or said to herself made her feel any better. This thing called life was chewing her up and spitting her out, or at least that was how she felt at this stage in her life. She felt lost, abandoned, and guilty. She even felt shame at the fact that she had considered the proposal the king and queen placed in front of her. The most pressing feeling she was dealing with at the moment was anger. She knew that he was forced away but she was still so upset with Spynx Extremely upset. She felt like he could have done more to petition the king and queen. Done more to stay with her.
Now, she was left with an ultimatum that would rip her already tampered heart into shreds.
She could be reunited with Spynx on the grounds of leaving her child in Dejunza for the first year of his or her life because they couldn’t survive the trip to Earth. Additionally, she learned that Spynx had been ripped of any memory of her so, she wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms in her reunion with him. She was torn and devastated. She didn’t want to leave her child, yet she didn’t want to lose love. She didn’t want to lose Spynx but she knew that she would never agree to leave her child behind, that would just be doing the same exact thing that Spynx did to her. She dug her face into her pillow as she used her arms to wrap her stomach, rubbing it gently as she rocked in her bed, fear swallowing her whole. She would never abandon her child. Never. So, she knew that she would have to endure life without her soul mate. That thought made her shudder in fear but she knew that there was no other way to do it. No other way.
Rifu walked down the hallway of her home with her thoughts all over all the place. Everywhere she turned, she had a memory of Spynx. His clothes. His scent. Everything around her reminded her of him. She walked down the hallway to the nursery that they built together the moment they found out they were having a boy. Rifu smiled as she began rubbing her stomach, knowing that she was doing the right thing by staying on Dejunza in order to raise her child. Rifu wouldn’t be alone- she had family that would help her through this process and she knew that the foundation that her life was built on was strong enough for her to withstand the life she was forced to live.
The doorbell chimed, drawing Rifu’s attention to it. She walked towards the front of her house, expecting her mother and father. Once she received the news on Spynx and her inability to be with him, she called her mother to vent her frustrations which turned into her mother overacting and stating that she was concerned about both Rifu and the child that she was carrying.
Rifu opened the door for her parents, watching as her petite mother pushed beyond her and stepped into her house without an invitation from her. Her father, who was the more put together of the two, shook his head as he leaned in and placed a kiss on Rifu’s head and pulled her into a hug. “Habari yoko, Rifu?” (How are you?)
Rifu gave her father a warm smile before she stepped out of his embrace. Her parents still held tight to their roots and traditions. The elders of Dejunza were held at the highest level of respect in their tribe. The Uoni Tribe was built on the morals of God & Family. Those were the two main values that held the entire tribe together. Though it wasn’t looked upon, marrying outside of the tribe was not banished. That was how she was able to marry Spynx though he was of the Mozi Tribe- one that was even more flexible in their requirements. Her parents, as well as the other elders of the planet, stood apart, even in the thickness of their tongues and the depths of their accents. They spoke in “knocks” and “crashes”. Their accent made it sound their words floated on wind then ran into brick walls at the end or in the middle of sentences. “Mimi ni sawa, baba.” (I am fine, father.)
“Je! Mtoto huyo ni wapi?” (How is the baby?)
“Active!” Rifu spat with a laugh as she and her father begin to move deeper into the house, following her mother that was already moving things around in the kitchen to cook. “What made you bring the tiny tyrant?”
Rifu’s father, Makoni Umi grinned as he watched his wife move around their daughter’s kitchen, releasing grunts that reflected her discontent as she did so. “Ahhh, she do it all from love, Rifu. Mama. Mlinzi. (The protector)
Rifu rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Yeye ni shida!” (She is trouble)
Makoni walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his wife, lovingly gazing into her eyes, stopping her storming around. “All trouble ist not bad, Rifu.
Rifu tried. She really did try to tune out the love that was so effortlessly showcased between her parents. Even in moments like this, when they weren’t intentionally being mushy- they were extremely mushy. The love they had for each other was always something that Rifu saw herself someday having. She always hoped for it and was sure it would be the way that she spent her life once she met and fell in love with Spynx. She watched her father kiss her mother against her lips, seemingly calming her down the moment their lips touched. That was as far as intimacy went in Dejunza, outside of the act of mating altogether which transitioned a pair into a deeply embedded soul tie. There was virtually nothing or no one that could break that tie. It was something that she knew she had with Spynx. It was also something that she now doubted.
She and Spynx had married, mated and now she was carrying his seed. A seed that she would deliver and raise alone. That reality had been haunting her for days after it was discovered.
“Je! Umesikia neo?” (Have you heard a word?) Her mother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts and back into the reality of this moment.
Without having to ask, Rifu knew that her mother was asking about Spynx. “No, mama. Yeye ni duniani. (He is on Earth.)
“Ye! If you fatha was of Earth. The mountains and planets would quake at my need to have him close. Hakuna kitu kinanaisimama.” (Nothing would stop me!)
Offended, Rifu uncrossed her arms. “I have tried to be reunited with Spynx, mama. I have tried to-“
“Harder you try! Harder!”
Rifu hissed. “Harder?”
“Je! Si nafsi yako?” (Is he not your soul?)
Rifu was almost roaring when she spoke, “He is everything!”
“Ahhhhhh Jayiki,” her father soothed, calling his wife by her first name, a rarity for him. “Go easy on her. She is yet without hu soul and with child.”
“She no willing tuh fight fuh hu soul, Makoni. Dhe mate fuh hu soul.”
“I am fighting. I asked the king and queen! I petitioned the Bell and the Court.”
“Eh wha dem say yu?” Her mother pressed. “Hmm?”
“Th- that I can’t be with Spynx on Earth without abandoning my unborn child and I refuse to do that, mama.”
“What r yu talkin about?” Her father questioned.
Rifu turned tear rimmed eyes to her father. “The only way I am to be with Spynx is to leave the child that we created for the first year of his life because he would not be able to survive the trip to Earth. It would kill him.”
“They gah yuh choice and yuh choose tuh stay here?”
“To be with my child, mama!”
“And neglect yuh soul?”
Her mother didn’t understand the logic because since she was sixteen years old, she had her father. They met young, and he had been everything she needed to survive. God had molded her help mate for life and he gave her to him at a very early. Her parents have been together for almost thirty- five years and neither of them had been disloyal to the other. That wasn’t tolerated in Dejunza. Furthermore, it wasn’t desired. Families stayed together through the good and the bad because they were molded and created by God and like the bible says, What God puts together let no man put asunder. Her parents lived by that. Her entire tribe lived by that.
Rifu wiped gold across her face. She was tired of crying, tired of being upset. “ I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Whu yuh no wanna-”
“No, mama! I’m going to bed. I’m tired so I am going to lay down. Please, allow me to rest.”
Rifu didn’t wait to be excused, which she knew was rude but she didn’t want to be under the judgmental glare of her mother. She wasn’t leaving her child. That was the end of it.
When she left out of the room, she went straight to her bedroom- completely exhausted. Everything around her was moving too fast and she couldn’t keep up. Her focus right now was getting her child here safely, but it seemed that everything went right back to Spynx and his absence. She wondered if he was experiencing the torment that she was.
Maurice Stockton grabbed his briefcase off the desk in his office and peered out the window of the thirty floor building that he had worked in for the past year, feeling a moment of euphoria settling over him. Today was a good day for the most part and he learned early on that he had to count those days as blessings. He was settling into his life on Earth, adjusting to the culture and soaking up the meaning and extent of being a black man in the city of New York. That was where he landed and stayed once he arrived to Earth and he was thankful for that. The city fit him well, from the hustle of his Sport’s Agent position for one of the largest sports firm in the United States, down to the grit of and grim of the north side. His life was fast paced; he was usually up early and in late- tonight was no different.
He grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his desk chair and released a sigh as he began to walk out of his office, interrupted by a knock at the door that sounded the moment he began making his exit. He adjusted his jacket on his arm before clearing his throat to speak, “Come in.”
His colleague and rival in a sense, Celeste Davis, walked into his office holding a file to her busty chest. “Late night, Maurice?”
Maurice gave her a once over before he began to walk closer to her. “I have to work overtime if I want to stay above water with you.”
“Come on, Maurice. You don’t need to set your standards so high.”
Maurice released a hearty chuckle as Celeste stood before him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Celeste was not in any way bashful about the position that she held within the company. The salaries and endorsements of her clients combined made up the second highest grossing intake of any agent under the Motivated Creations Agency netting a little under fifty million a year between contracts, endorsements and co-assignments. She represented some of the best in football, soccer and basketball- each of her clients excelling in their perspective fields making her a very successful woman. For a woman in her field, her credits were basically unheard of. To make it blunt, men didn’t trust women enough to have her handle his image, finances and advancements. She had come a long way in her developments and she didn’t halt in flaunting her success around the office. That made her come off as a bitch but that wasn’t the case at all, she was just proud and at moments, she felt the need to verbally express that. For Motivated Creations, she was number one with Maurice following her up at a strong second. Celeste knew that Maurice was on the verge of surpassing her, though she had been in her position for over five years and he was rounding out his first year. He had a contract with a first round draft pick who is expected to come out in the early stages of the first round on the table. She knew that if the ink dried on that contract, Maurice would have her position as number one. But she didn’t mind being second, not to him anyway.
“In the year that I’ve known you, you have never been the modest type.” Maurice walked to the door and pulled it open before he turned back to Celeste. “What are you plans for the night?”
Celeste moistened her lips before she stepped into him. “You. You, sir are my plans.”
Maurice knew that becoming intimate with Celeste was playing with fire but for the last three months, he had been doing just that. He believed their arrangement worked so well was because he was upfront and honest about his feeling on serious relationships or the lack thereof and Celeste fortunately for him had that same mindset.
Celeste was a beautiful woman, dipped in the essence of her up north upbringing. Light brown skin, deep rich ebony doe eyes, the facial structure of a runway model and the body of a down south stripper. Glancing down at the watch on his wrist, Maurice returned his gaze to her before he spoke, “I thought you had that dinner thing with your girls on Friday’s?”
“I got rid of those plans, Maurice.”
“Why would you do that, Celeste?”
Celeste full on smiled, walking closer to him until she was standing directly in front of him. His manly scent made her cream between the legs as she took in the silent ubiquity of his manhood- the silent demanding of Maurice. The pose and control. He spoke low, deep within his throat but every word he said was spoken in a tone that naturally summoned attention. He screamed masculine vitality with every word that he spoke. Maurice was beyond Webster fine. He stood at a 6’5, muscular build with smooth fawn skin covering his body, deep waves in his hair, and a solitary dimple in his left cheek. His eyes were a deep rich brown that pulled you in when he spoke with those thick, plump lips surrounded by his perfect thick beard. He was perfect, sexy as hell- from the way he dressed to the slight accent in his speak that spoke of places that he would never allow her close enough to divulge. She didn’t want more from Maurice, she was fine just sexing him being that he did that shit so well. No one in her experience had ever been in tune with her body the way Maurice was. She knew where to come when she needed a fix and she knew that he was the only one that could give it to her with no reservations.
“So, where are we doing this Maurice? Your place or mine?”
Maurice gave her a sexy grin before shaking his head. “Follow me.”
Celeste stepped into stride beside him as they left the office.
“Oh, fuck! Maurice!”
Maurice moved behind Celeste, his dick entering her ruthlessly as he pounded away the stress of his day. This was what she wanted. This was their arrangement so he gave to her, until he had nothing left to give.
Celeste was in complete bliss. Her body glistened with sweat as Maurice gripped her small waist, admiring the waves of her ass with each stroke he took into her.
“Your dick is so fucking big, Maurice. Shit!”
Maurice released her hips to smack her ass before gripping her again, tucking his lip and pounding into her harder until she was whimpering like a wounded animal in the dead of the night. She reached back to press her hand against his well-toned stomach, trying to create some resistance but the more she pushed, the more he pushed back. Working his hips at an angle that made Celeste cream all over him.
He wasn’t making love to her. He was fucking her and yes, there is a difference between the two. Maurice couldn’t recall a time when he felt love, not since leaving his planet. That was something that he missed most about Dejunza, the love, and hope that he was constantly surrounded by. His tribe, his parents, his siblings. Everyone around him reinforced love inside of him. He missed that. He felt void without it. His memories of Dejunza were minimal, small details that allowed him to remain attached to it, but not so much that he felt the need to get back to it. He missed the peace but on Earth, he was content. He felt refreshed as if he had a new life to live the way that he wanted to live it. With his position among the elite, he held a lot of power in a lot of areas in his life that he could not recall having in Dejunza.
So, love was a foreign emotion. Dejunza was slowly but surely becoming a foreign place. Everything around him was shifting to building a life on Earth and so far, he had been doing a hell of a job. Sex with Celeste was something he did in his spare time. All he felt was lust and a need for sex. He was Americanized; his need for sex elevated and he never had an issue getting what he needed. Never.
“I’m gonna cummmmm, Maurice!”
Maurice smirked as Celeste screamed at the top of her lungs, announcing her release.
Once she came, Maurice pulled out of her and walked into the bathroom to clean himself. His thoughts went back to the woman that he left in his bedroom, trying to gather her breath. He full on smiled as he turned on his shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist before he returned to the doorway of his bedroom. Celeste lay on the bed, pulling the sheet around her naked body as she continued to pull air through her lungs.
The baritone of his voice made chill bumps form all over her skin. She tucked her lip in before rolling over to look at him. “You ask me that after you fuck the shit out of me, Maurice?”
Maurice rubbed his chin before chuckling. “You asked me to fuck you harder.”
“That I did.” Celeste blushed.
Maurice held his hands out, shrugging his shoulders. “My dick and I are here to serve.”
Celeste released a moan. “I am so so so so thankful for you and your dick.”
The darkness of the room shifted as the sun began to rise. They had been fucking all night yet Maurice felt as if he could run a marathon.
“What are your plans for today?” Celeste asked, as she shifted out of the bed, pulling the cover with her.
Maurice lifted off the doorframe and watched her walk closer to him. “I have a meeting with Jayshree Keller.”
Celeste smirked. “Oh, Mr. Number One. It looks like you’re wrapping that thing up today, huh?”
Maurice loved sexing Celeste but he knew where to draw the line with her. There was no way he was getting into the details of his meeting with Jayshree. Celeste was a headhunter in every sense of the word- he knew that if he gave her anything, she would take it and run with it. “Just a small meeting, nothing major.”
…you can’t punch Stone.
Hey Guys! As we bend the curve of the fourth leg of this race, I want to say that I appreciate every single one of you that took the time to read this series and support me on this journey into Paranormal. I enjoy writing in this genre and it looks as if you guys enjoy reading this genre from me so Paranormal & I will be together for a long time.
So…with that said. I have one final teaser of Still Stoned: Breaking Stone for your reading pleasure. Don’t forget. 02.14! The Stoner in you will need to be indulged.
His entire body ached from having to maneuver his large frame on the couch all night, knowing that Eryanna wouldn’t want him anywhere near her. He was embarrassed, ashamed but he was also partially in agreement with Stone and his actions. What Eryanna’s father said to her was disrespectful and uncalled for in his eyes. He knew of Yatti, knew of the things that he had Eryanna into but he didn’t hold that against her because she was young and finding her way through life, just like she was now. He didn’t have to know her back then to know that she had changed and grew for the better, he could see that by looking into her eyes. Yes, she had been through some things and put her loved ones through some things but who was he to judge her with a past as ugly as his.
“I went through your phone and called Lyles and Heather, letting them know that you were ok. They wanted to speak to you but I told them that you were sleeping. They said that they didn’t trust that so they are on their way here.”
She just looked at him as if he weren’t the same man that had the ability to drive her crazy with a kiss or gentle touch. She looked at him as if she didn’t know who he was and that part hurt Raheem to the core of him. Her gaze didn’t waver, it stayed dead center on him.
“I apologize, Eryanna. I plan to reach out to your parents as well to extend my apologies to them. What I did was reckless and –”
“You know about Yatti?”
He didn’t react. Didn’t flinch at the mentioning of him. Raheem smoothly tucked his hands into his pockets as he looked over at her, his expression blank. “Yes.”
“But you never told me you knew!” Eryanna snapped as she walked up to him. “I even asked you! When you told me that you looked me up, I asked you what came up and you led me to believe that nothing came up when I fucking knew better!”
“Eryanna,” he pleaded, his hand reaching out to touch her but she snatched away from him.
“I didn’t say anything to you about knowing because your past doesn’t have anything to do with the woman that you are now. The woman that you are to me.”
“The woman that I am to you was molded by the girl that I was to him. This shit-” Eryanna shook her head with an exhale. “Do you not see how fucking unhealthy this is? Raheem, you are crazy, dude! Fucking crazy!”
Raheem dropped his head. “I’m trying, Eryanna.”
“You say that but your actions are always different. Your actions always say something different from what comes out of your mouth!”
Raheem scrubbed his hands over his face with a grunt.
“And what happened to my hand? I hit you and it breaks! Then I wake up and feel nothing but you wrapped it.”
“I wrapped it in case it didn’t take.”
“What didn’t take?”
Raheem again moved his eyes away from hers, not wanting to say what was needed in order to give her clarity or…confuse her more. “You can’t punch people, Eryanna. You especially can’t punch Stone!”
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Eryanna inhaled before she allowed her eyes to move across to the woman beside her. This felt like some sort of concubine shit. It didn’t seem like something that she should be openly doing. Not in front of others on such an occasion as this. That was more of her insecurities speaking that sure facts.
She was…being dramatic. She knew it. Raheem had given her multiple opportunities to escape this shit show but she was so persistent on wanting to show others that she could do what they were doing. She looked down at her attire, a long purple grape wine colored slinky dress that went well beyond her ankles, touching the surface of the heated sand beneath her feet. She had her hair down, tamed in large curls highlighted with blonde tips that brushed against the back of her shoulders. A single black rose with it’s stem cut, tucked into her hair like a faux pin.
She looked out on the beach, watching as the men of the hour were walked out from behind the make shift stage and escorted to their designated chairs. Eryanna watched Raheem as he was lead out by a very beautiful woman. He wore the same color as her, only his attire was a two piece linen suit that she purchased him when they arrived. She blushed. Excited about the fact that he wore the gift she brought him, she wasn’t even sure if he liked it. So to see him wearing it, on this night of all nights, she was…honored. The color looked good on him. Everything looked good on Raheem June.
The music began and Eryanna was sure that she would die a slow death in this moment.
“Just relax,” she coached in a small voice. “Remember what you were taught. Remember to be sexy. And bitch, whatever you do…don’t start twerking!”
She laughed to herself as she watched the first woman began to walk out, taking slow seductive steps towards her man. She was American as well, on a vacation just like Eryanna and Raheem, but she looked as if she were familiar with the tradition of the island. The colorful dress she wore moved with each step she took, slow…measured caters that matched the high hat of the beat being played.
Then the second woman came from behind the curtain, leaving just Eryanna to peek out. She too was American, thick and well defined in the structure of her body. Her hair was out, blowing in the wind that seemed to pick up the moment she made her entrance.
Eryanna tried to keep her composure, but everything collapsed around her when her eyes landed on Raheem. He wasn’t watching the other two women, his eyes were centered on the curtain that she stood behind. The intensity in his gaze could be picked up, even at this distance. She could almost hear him calling out to her even though his sexy ass lips hadn’t moved. His beard was freshly lined thanks to the barber that he visited right before they left the states. He sat with his legs gapped open, a slight bow to his large frame in the seat. His hands on his knees, waiting in anticipation.
It was time.
Eryanna picked up the end of her dress as she stepped from behind the curtain, gaining the shifting of Raheem in his seat. He sat at attention.
She stuck her leg out, eyes low as she watched him watch her. She moved to the caters of the drums, allowing them to cement the movements that she learned in her head. She twirled, kicking up small bouts of sand as her hands moved down her breast, resting on her thighs. Her head went back and she twirled again, her hair flying with the wind before she began to advance, getting closer and closer to a waiting Raheem who was now leaning forward in his seat.
“My shit,” she heard him growl, obviously not liking how revealing the dress that she wore was. “My Stoner.”
The three ladies were finally in position to began the most seductive portion of the dance. If they were in the states, it would be referred to as grinding, but here, where they were, it was called Soukous. Birthed in the roots of Africa, Soukous was composed of sexual vibrations, rotations and ticks that immedialtely put the person viewing the dance in the mind frame of sex. Eryanna didn’t think Raheem needed any help getting into that mind frame though, he took residence there.
Eryanna released her dress as the next beat began, prompting the movement of her hips.
Raheem felt his tongue grow thick in his mouth as he watched Eryanna. “Oh my God,” he groaned as he watched her hips jerk in rhythm with the beat. Her tattoos seemed to glow in neon colors, her hair seemed to possess magic as it flowed with the wind. She had her bottom lip tucked into his mouth, a smile playing at it’s corners. She was a temptress in her element and he was a spider in her web of seduction, with no pressing desire to be freed. She was majestic.
She took a step, getting closer to him, causing air to become trapped in his lungs. He fought to keep his hands in place. “Mine. Mine. Mine.”
Eryanna leaned forward, her hands inches away from him as she rolled her hips. Raheem couldn’t resist reaching out to her, but she slapped his hand away, causing him to frown.
His eyes moved up to hers, anger dwelling in their depths.
“No touching, Raheem.”
Raheem leaned back in his seat. “Is it not my shit?”
Eryanna smiled, finally touching him. He exhaled, relieved as she climbed into his lap.
“It’s yours, daddy.”
His eyes low, he ran his hands down her thighs before reaching around to grab her ass, the other people on the beach completely forgotten. “Then don’t keep it from me.”
Eryanna began to rotate against him, feeling his manhood rise against her. “I’d never do that.”
Raheem leaned forward to press his face against her chest, inhaling her. “You promise?”
Raheem leaned back to look at her. “Can you do those moves you were doing on a dick? My dick specifically?”
Eryanna’s eyes widened at his boldness. “Um…”
Eryanna licked her lips. “We may never know, Raheem.”
“Why is that?”
Eryanna’s eyes lowered. “You never let me ride you. I’m always tied.”
He moved his hand to cup her womanhood through her panties. “You can teach this old dog new tricks, Stoner.”
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With Serenity’s attempts at ruining everything that she had developed with Raheem, Eryanna didn’t have an ounce of trust for her. She knew that she wanted Raheem and it didn’t seem like he was doing much to let it be known that he wasn’t available. Every time they met, it was on her terms and Eryanna knew that Serenity didn’t have respect for her so she was saying and doing any and everything to get Raheem. A large part of Eryanna was insecure when it came to Serenity because she knew that somewhere inside of Raheem, she dwelled. Rather it was a large part of him or a small part, she still held importance to him when Eryanna wanted to have all of him. She couldn’t get that part. She also didn’t have his daughter. Some days, Eryanna wondered if she made the right decision to continue taking her birth control when Raheem was trying to get her pregnant. Now, he wouldn’t touch her without using protection. She didn’t know why he was keeping her around but she knew that despite the fact that he says that he loves her; she was not as much a part of him as Serenity and the child that they shared. That reality made her feel small, weak.
Eryanna snatched her jacket off the chair in the corner and turned back to him. “Where are my clothes?!”
“Oh,” Raheem exclaimed with a smile. “You talking about that piece of string you called a dress? That’s in the trash compactor.”
Eryanna’s eyes rounded. “It’s where?!”
“It’s in the trash where it belongs!”
“You threw my dress away?! Raheem, that dress was two hundred dollars!”
Raheem face morphed in confusion. “For fucking what?”
“I got it custom made for my birthday and you standing here telling me that you threw it in the trash?”
“I didn’t like it, Eryanna.”
Eryanna tossed her head back in frustration. She inhaled before tilting her head to the side to look at him. “You know what; I don’t even have the energy to deal with this shit right now. I’m going home.”
Raheem shook his head. “Here you go with the dramatics, huh?”
Eryanna pulled a hoodie from his top drawer and snatched it over her head. “Whatever!” She then moved to pull on a pair of his sweats that were too big but she didn’t have a choice but to put it on. Finally, she tugged on her jacket. “I paid for that dress,” she yelled, suddenly overtaken by emotions. “It was mine! I did it on my own, Raheem! It wasn’t yours to destroy!”
Raheem stuffed his hands into his jeans, listening to her. “That dress was inappropriate.”
“But it was mine!” She returned as she took her frustration out on her jacket, pulling it into position. “It belonged to me! It had nothing to do with you! Nothing!”
Raheem squinted. “So, you’re upset because I threw it away?”
Eryanna’s eyes bucked. “What do you think the premise of this conversation is, Raheem? Are you slow?!”
“You don’t have to be insulting.”
“Godddd, Raheem,” she shrieked in exhaustion. She stopped to look him over. Everything about him pulled at her. From his looks to his aura. He was everything that she needed wrapped in a man too controlling and possessive to ever allow them to have freefalling joy. Love restricted between the Valley and private moments, nothing beyond that. “It’s like…you don’t get it. You don’t-”
“Then explain it to me! What was so special about that dress?”
“IT”S NOT ABOUT THE DRESS,” Eryanna screamed before a sob broke through her lips. “God! It’s not about- the dress!” She swiped at her face with annoyance as more tears formed. “It’s about me! For once in a long time, I considered me without considering you and it felt good! It felt so good! I didn’t think about the fact that you have so many layers to you that I could never in this lifetime touch the core, without assistance from you. It wasn’t about your need to control me. It wasn’t about fucking Serenity, it wasn’t about the fact that she has your daughter and suddenly, I’m shut out because I don’t want children yet. It wasn’t about anything but me! I did that for me! I got that dress made for me and somehow you insert yourself anyway!”
Raheem’s eyes rounded. “Insert myself?”
“Yes! You insert yourself! Why is that news to you?!”
Raheem looked up at the ceiling, before looking back down at her. He was trying to remain calm but that was becoming more and more difficult for him. “Baby, I don’t wanna fight. I’ll give you the money to replace the dress!”
Eryanna realized at that moment that she was speaking to a brick wall. “Just…let it go, Raheem.”
Raheem took a moment, allowing silence to take up the space between them. He knew what this was. She was lashing out, due to a lack of space combined with a lack of attention. Raheem didn’t know what she wanted from him. “Do you feel like you need space?”
Eryanna gave him a pensive look before she shook her head with a wave of her hand. “I don’t know, Raheem! You tell me!”
“Maybe I should give you space.”
Eryanna felt her heart slam in her chest, her mind giving in to her thoughts of insecurity. Her skin felt cold, hard in its purpose as her eyes found his. She took a small step, nodding her head as she went. “You really really got me fucked up! So, how does this go? I tell you that I need space and you go and fuck her?”
“Make another baby with her?!”
“Then its fuck me, Raheem! Don’t get it twisted, Sir! I put in too much fucking time! I love you. This spot belongs to me! It’s my shit! Fuck her! F.U.C.K Serenity!” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t be in that bitch personal space, Raheem! You think you crazy?! I have the ability to rearrange some shit! I will fuck up you and your girlfriend. I ain’t no Meta, but don’t push me! She may be the first Stoner but I am THE MOTHERFUCKING STONER!”
Raheem stood before her torn. Pissed and turned on. Wanting to demand his respect and kiss her all over. Starting at her feet, then moving up the thickness of her thighs before touching Heaven. From there, he would slip on slopes known to take down the best of men. He wanted it all. He wanted her. He was upset. He was…proud. “The Stoner, huh?”
Eryanna nodded her head with aggression. “You got damn right, Sir!”
She went to storm around him but he caught her at her wrist, bringing her back in front of him. He dipped his head to plant a kiss on her fingers before he smirked. “Oh…Stoner.”
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Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Raheem shook his head. Exhaustion sat on his shoulders as he adjusted his lab glasses on his face. This was so unnecessary he thought as he returned to dissecting the piglet in front of him. His face scrunched up in disgust as he cut the ears off the piglet, holding his breath.
He looked up, his eyes taking in his instructor, way too young to be a professor he thought, as she walked over to where he was alone at his table.
This was a disposition for Professor James, never in her five years of being at the University of Texas Southwestern had she ever experienced the emotions that her senior Raheem June established inside of her. She was a strong woman, well, she found herself to be before she began to fantasize about the quiet, straight A student that silently took over her classroom. He didn’t have to speak, didn’t have to move in any manner, his presence… and his presence alone, made her very much so aware of him.
He pushed his black rimmed glasses up his face before he licked his thick pink lips, unknowingly causing heat to pool between her legs. His mocha colored skin on his face stretched as his honey colored eyes found her. He looked surprised by her presence as if she hadn’t been in the room when he and the other students entered, as if she was somehow impeding his time. He had this, mysterious, nerdy thing that he did that drove her crazy. A few times, she considered requesting a release in order to get away from him, but she knew that being away wouldn’t relinquish her need for him. She just… needed him.
“Yes, Professor James?”
She wanted to say yes to him, over and over and over…
“Did you- um- need something?”
His question interrupted her thoughts before they could become too impure. Professor James moistened her own lips before she leaned against the table beside him. “Are you ok? Your face was doing this thing.”
Raheem frowned. “What thing?”
Professor James sent a finger around his face, her hand a foot away from him. “This face. I’ve saw it a total of three times within the hour.”
Raheem shrugged. “I’m fine.”
Professor James tilted her head to the side to get a better view of his handsomeness. “Are you sure?”
Raheem tucked his bottom lip, subconsciously putting his dimples on display before he allowed his frown to take residence on his face. “I don’t understand what dissecting a pig has to do with this class.”
“You mean Anatomy?”
Raheem placed the scalpel down before he turned to her. “Yes, Anatomy. This is class is supposed to be about the anatomy of a human being, not a pig.”
Professor June stood straight. “The other students don’t seem to be having a problem with it, Mr. June.” God! Even his name is sexy. “I can um- give you a pass on the assignment if that’s what you need.”
Raheem shook his head with a grin. “The assignment is done.” He reached down to remove his glove before he looked back at her. “I had that done in the first half hour of class; I’ve just been…back here bored.”
Professor James nodded with a small smile as she looked around the classroom. “Well, we used a pig because; we can’t really practice on humans. I understand my class is slow paced.”
Raheem shook his head, dismissing her claim before he spoke, “Nothing about this class is slow. It’s one of the more entertaining ones that I have. Oh, after this I have Athletics, I just loveeee Athletics,” he spoke with sarcasm, causing Professor James to smile at him.
“Is that your last class of the day?”
“Of the week,” Raheem corrected. “Thank God for that. I don’t think I could handle anything else this week.”
“Have you found a residency?”
Raheem nodded before he stepped back from the table, grabbing his bag off the floor. “I have a few that I’m looking into; I don’t have anything exactly set yet. Hopefully soon.”
Professor James stood straight, running her palms down the front of her skirt. “How come you haven’t emailed me about a letter of recommendation?”
Raheem smiled. “I know that you are a busy woman, didn’t want to create extra for you, but if you have the time to draw one up for me, that would be more than appreciated.”
Professor James nodded her head. “If you want to come back after your last class, I can give it to you then. I have some things that I need to finish up, so I’ll be here.”
Raheem pinned her with a stare, causing her to fidget slightly under his gaze. “You’ll have it ready for me in that short amount of time?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice low, her eyes glancing around at her other students. “I know you need it as soon as possible so, I can have it for you today. Just come back and I’ll have it.”
Raheem took a step to move from behind the table that he was standing at, bringing himself closer to her. “Should I shoot you a text before I come? I would rather not just show up here. You may be busy with another student; something else may have come up.”
Professor James was shaking her head before he completed his statement. “Nothing will come up. Please feel free to call, but I can assure you, nothing will come up.”
“Fine. Then I’ll come back after my last class.” Raheem nodded his head before he walked by his Professor to leave the classroom, heading to his next class.
Raheem didn’t think popping up on a teacher was appropriate, even if she borderline insist that he do just that, so he sent her a text, asking if it were ok for him to come. His reply came back in the form of a text that stated, I told you it was ok to just come, Mr. June. So, he took that as his sign to proceed in his route across campus. It was the middle of the day and still the first month of his last year of school, students weren’t exactly taking class seriously at this point. The party season was still very much so in full effect at BCM, so Raheem wasn’t surprised that off campus looked like one huge extravaganza. Meanwhile, his overly attractive Anatomy teacher was making him dissect piglets. She was “Professor Serenity James,” Raheem groaned as he pulled open the door to the main medical building, walking towards the back. Room 206. He knocked on the room door before peeking his head in. Professor James sat behind her desk, her face buried in her phone as she replied to messages that were sent with an urgent tag to them, but she knew nothing that was coming from the person texting her was urgent or important. Surely, not as important as him.
“See, I texted,” Raheem stated as he stepped into the classroom. “… I texted and you still look busy.”
Professor James stood from her desk with a smile; she powered her phone completely off and placed it in her top draw before she stepped around the desk. “Looks are deceiving because I’m not busy at all.” She grabbed the very detailed letter off her desk and handed it to him.
Raheem eyed her for a moment before he took the letter. He went to read it, but decided against it, letting the letter settle by his side. He tilted his head slightly to look at Professor James. “I know it’s rude to ask a lady certain questions, this one being a major no-no, but I have to because it’s driving me crazy.”
Professor James released a chuckle before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Whatever it is, I promise not to get upset.”
Shifting in her stance, she crossed her fingers in the manner of a swear and nodded.
“How old are you?”
“I’m forty,” Professor James provided softly. “I’m an old lady.”
“That’s not old,” Raheem declined. “That isn’t old and you sure in the hell don’t look old.”
Professor James blushed as Raheem lifted the letter to his face to read it. She heard him chuckle a few times before he removed the letter from blocking her vision of his handsome face. “You kind of exaggerated, huh?”
She tucked her lip in a girl like manner before shaking her head, denying his claim. “Nothing on that paper is embellished. You have the highest GPA in my classroom, no tardiness or absences at all. You are attentive to detail, always having manners, always here, present and ready. I did not stretch anything. Everything there is the truth.”
“Let’s see,” Raheem began to read the letter. “Timely, efficient, passionate about his studies…”
“Again,” Professor James stated, expressing herself with her hands. “Not one lie on there.”
Raheem eyed her before he took a step closer to her. “How would you know how passionate I am about my work?”
Professor James clenched her lips together before she exhaled. “It’s reflected in your work, Mr. June. Your attention to detail, your need for understanding, the fact that you knew we had no reason to dissect a piglet outside of my need to be a little bit extra when it comes to this course.”
Raheem smiled down at her, adjusting his bag on his shoulders. “Well, this letter is appreciated. I know your name carries a little weight in this field.” His eyes narrowed. “Why did you do it? Better yet, why were you so willing to do it?”
Shrugging, Professor James moved to stand behind her desk. “I see potential in you, and I wanted that to be expressed in the letter. Don’t think too much into it.”
Raheem smirked. “That’s hard to do. I find your words about me very impressive and alluring in a sense.”
Professor James looked up at him, her defense against him crumbling every second. She planned to speak to him about his future and the fact she had a place in mind for him for his externship.
“You are extremely beautiful to me,” Raheem spoke in a low voice as he allowed his eyes to take her in, forging the image of her into his mind while he openly gawked at her. He began to imagine what she would look like with no clothes on, that image made him step into her personal space, behind her desk. “You are breathtaking, have you been made aware of that?”
Raheem didn’t have much experience when it came to the opposite sex, but he wanted his professor in a way that maybe he shouldn’t. He wasn’t usually this forward, but he knew she was dealing with the same exact thing that he was dealing with. Lust. On a level that he was not accustomed to, but he didn’t want to allow this moment that he had with her to escape. Feeling audacious, he began to remove his bag, allowing it to hit the floor. “Serenity…”
Professor James felt the air of her next breath get trapped in her throat before her eyes connected with Raheem’s. He spoke her first name with so much familiarity that it caused goosebumps to form on her skin, the fine hairs covering her body stood at attention for him. This was bad; nothing good could come from it. Nothing.
In a strained voice, one she knew was struggling to reject the man in front of him, she spoke, “Pro-Professor James actually works just fine, Mr. June. If there wasn’t anything else you needed then we could-”
“Come on,” Raheem stated with a boyish smile. “You gonna stand here and act like you don’t want me as much as I want you?”
“Want me,” Serenity expressed with wide eyes. “I’m literally- I’m old enough to be your mother, not only that… I’m your professor, Mr. June.”
“A Professor that I find attractive as fuck and I know the feeling is mutual.” Raheem moved back to walk across the room, back to the door, he slid the locks into place before he turned to face her. “Just…take your clothes off.”
Serenity shook her head with tenacity. “We can’t do this! Raheem, please just leave.”
Raheem walked over to her, straight into her personal space, his hands at her waist. He licked his lips before he grabbed her tighter, causing her to gasp. “When was the last time someone made you come, Serenity?”
Serenity pushed him back, her hand at the center of his chest as she moved backward until she couldn’t move anymore, stalled by the dry erase board. “Raheem…”
“Tell me,” Raheem growled, his animalistic nature rising up inside of him as his hand moved up her blouse.
Professor James grabbed at his hand, her focus lost as he bent down to kiss her neck, his tongue pressing against the lobe of her ear as his hand continued in its route to her breast. When his finger tips came in contact with the lace fabric, he quickly pulled it down, pushing it to the side so his palm could come into contact with her.
Serenity closed her eyes, fighting with all she had to get Raheem off of her, but if she was being honest with herself, she knew she didn’t want him to move. She wanted his hands all over her, his mouth. She wanted his dick inside of her, deep. Touching places that it should not, but she wanted it… so fucking bad. Her body was winning the fight it was having with her mind.
Raheem didn’t want to give her time to think too hard, so he grabbed her, picking her up before he turned and placed her on the desk. His lip took hers in a kiss that Serenity felt down to her core, so much so that she released a cry into his mouth as he reached between her legs to rip her panties off. Raheem stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans before he used those same fingers to unbuckle his belt.
Serenity reached for his hands to still him, but slipped when she felt suction on her neck. She felt her pussy become wetter as his tongue moved all over the sensitive area below her chin, kissing and sucking before biting. She was so wet; she knew he would discover that soon and use it to his advantage. It didn’t take him long.
“Got damn it, Serenity,” Raheem groaned as he moved his fingers from her thigh to her womanhood, using her wetness to coat his finger before he took two of them and entered her.
Serenity released a gasp that slid into a cry as he worked his fingers into her, his hands in her and on her, her mind racing, scared and worried, but he wouldn’t allow her to get lost in her thoughts, his touch was too present.
As his fingers played in her, his thumb massaged her clit. It had been so long since Serenity had been handled in this manner, her body was so in tune with him. She was coming before her mind could process what was happening.
She clenched her teeth, holding on tight to the front of his shirt before her head fell back.
“Ughhhhhhh fuckkk,” she cried as the sounds of her wetness bouncing off the walls, filled her classroom. She used one hand to grip the desk but the dampness of her palm caused it to slip. Raheem moved with her, grabbing her thighs as they shook around him. Her skin was flushed red; his name was still ringing in his ears from when she screamed it. He pushed his pants down as she continued to whimper. He felt around her entrance a moment before he grabbed his dick, without regard to anything, he pushed into her.
Her mouth fell open, he name being produced from her in a shocked, broken whimper. “Ra- heem!”
Raheem stilled, closing his eyes slowly at the feel of her. Nothing…not shit felt better than Serenity. “Serenity,” Raheem half groaned half whimpered as he moved back to look down between them. He moved forward, pushing into her again as she grabbed him, wrapping a secure arm around his neck to hold him. Her thighs shook when he went deep, he could hear her trying and failing to catch her breath. “You want me to stop?”
Why would he ask her that when they’d crossed the line already? She was already torn between what she knew was right and what felt so fucking good to her.
“You don’t want me to stop, Serenity. I wouldn’t stop! Pussy too fucking good to me.”
Raheem grabbed her thighs and lifted her off the desk as he increased his tempo inside of her. Serenity tried to form words with her mouth but everything failed her. All she could do was feel him, thick, deep and throbbing inside of her. She didn’t need to see his dick to know that it was big, veins running down it, thick and long. She felt everything every time he pushed into her.
She felt her womanhood hug and release him with every stroke. It wasn’t voluntary; it was a natural reaction to how deep he was inside of her. She clung to him, her breathing labored as her body worked to accept his deepness, his roughness, his…everything.
Raheem gripped her tighter, growling as he arched his back to dig deeper into her. Serenity whimpered as she released him, trying to get away and get closer at the same time. She lay back on her desk, knocking off documents as Raheem continued his assault on her body. Her eyes closed, her back arched, her body hummed at his fingertips before she began shaking again.
“Come for me, Serenity.”
Her body yielded to him.
Her mind shut down.
Her legs quaked.
Her eyes popped open, looking up at the ceiling.
She closed her mouth, trying and failing to halt her scream.
It forged through.
Raheem looked down at her pretty ass face as she came, her hands trying to push him out of her but he wouldn’t…couldn’t stop.
He got a view of his dick, covered in her cream as it entered her, pulling at her core, trying to snatch another orgasm.
“Raheem, I can’t!”
“Give it to me!”
White noise. Deafening.
Her core caved as he pressed his thumb to her clit. Her entire body went limp, her dry mouth hanging open as he dipped, pressing into her core at an angle that made her legs go limp. She had nothing to fight him with. Nothing.
“Like that,” Raheem coached. “Give me one more.”
Serenity tried to grab at him but she was weak, her entire body no longer under her operation. She wanted to scream when she felt her orgasm creep up her spin but she didn’t have the strength. She just groaned, the veins in her neck popping out as her head went back on the desk, her hair providing a pillow for the attack. Her senses seemed to mush together. She could feel him everywhere, like he was larger than the room when in reality, he was just inside of her.
“Please Serenity…one more.”
He was trying to kill her.
His desire to see her come undone for him overshadowed everything else including logical thought. He just wanted to see her come, it was an event. One of monumental influence and his desire to be in the audience grew when he saw her eyes squeeze shut, her neck stretch back and a scream rock her vocal cords.
Raheem determined then that seeing her come would be something he chased after with everything in him. Regardless of caution, despite the fact that being with her was risky. He needed to see her…like this. Often.