I felt the bed dip, and a familiar scent filled my nostrils. A soft hand slipped under the cover and caressed my dick until I was hard. I grunted. “Bless baby,” I whispered. I shot up when a pair of lips pressed against mine. This was not Blessing.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I yelled, shoving Symone off of me. “Bitch have you lost your fucking mind?! What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She cried, sitting in the middle of the bed.
I stood from the bed and yanked her from the bed by her arm. This bitch has officially lost her fucking marbles. “You trippin’. Shit was never that deep with us. This was your last strike. You broke into my room and sexually assaulted me. Youwill be hearing from my lawyer soon.” I pulled the hotel door open and pushed her out of it.
“You’re going to regret this. I can’t wait til my brother fucking kills you. I’m the only reason you’re still alive.”
I sucked my teeth and closed the door. I don’t know who the fuck her brother is, and I don’t fear anybody but God.
I could hear music coming from the ensuite bathroom as I entered my bedroom. The room smelled different. The usual woodsy scent was replaced with a warm vanilla fragrance. I dropped my bag on the floor and leaned against the door frame. Blessing was seated at the vanity she’d begged me to buy, curling her thick, natural hair. Her soft brown skin glowed against the thin yellow cotton pajama set she wore.
“I’d rather be with you cause I love the way you scream my nameeee, and there’s no other man that gives me what I want and makes me feel this wayyy.” Blessing crooned along with Beyoncé.
I chuckled, pulling out my phone to record her. “This yo shit Bless baby?” I asked once the curling iron was out of her hands.
She jumped, placing a hand to her chest. I stopped the recording and slid my phone into my pocket. “You scared me!” She giggled, getting up from her seat. I walked over to her, lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she hooked her arms around my neck. “I missed you, Papa.” Her glossy lips pressed against mine.
“I missed you, too, baby,” I mumbled against her lips before slipping my tongue in between them. Our tongues dancedaround each other while my hands massaged her soft, plump ass cheeks. I walked over to the counter and sat her down on it.
“I’m so proud of you, Saint.” Blessing cooed, running a hand across my cheek.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. I’m so grateful for you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Bless baby.” I slid my fingers into the waistband of her pajama pants, pulling them down around her ankles. My dick bricked up at the scent of her arousal. I squatted down in front of her, coming face-to-face with her pretty ass pussy. I feasted on my favorite meal until she begged me to stop.
Blessing panted, looking down at me. My beard was drenched in her juices. “Shit. Now I have to shower again before we go pick the girls up.” She whined, hopping off the counter. I stood from my feet, smacking her ass before walking over to the shower. We handled our hygiene after I took her in the shower. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I admired my lady as she finished styling her hair. She was wearing a pair of bell-bottom light blue jeans with one of my jerseys partially tucked inside. Her ass sat perfectly. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, fighting the urge to take her out of them. I matched her fly, wearing a pair of jeans and a white designer t-shirt.
“You see how good we look together?” I asked, pulling her into me. She snickered, spritzing herself with some of herI Want Choo With Loveperfume. “What’s funny?”
“I make you look better, baby. You didn’t look this good with those other bitches.” She joked.
“Yeah, aight.” I kissed her neck, burying my face in it.
She pulled her phone out, snapping a few pictures of us. “Okay, I’m ready to go. I can’t wait to give Jour her car so I don’t have to keep picking her up from school.”
“Man, she ain’t gonna know how to act.” I chuckled, grabbing her hand as we left the bedroom, heading downstairs.
“I’m already kno-” Blessing stopped mid-sentence and gasped as we walked into the kitchen. “Papaaaaa! What’s this?” She grinned, picking up the white note card. “Anything for you, gorgeous. I love you,” She read before opening the greenRolexbox that sat in front of the bouquet of white roses.
“You secured the building for your practice, so this is my way of showing you how proud I am. It’s only up from here, baby. I promised you the world, and I’m going to give it to you.” I kissed her, then helped her secure the watch on her wrist. The customRolex Day Date 36was perfect for her.
“What did I do to deserve someone as perfect as you?”
“Exist.”
“I don’t knowwhat you expect me to do, Symone.” Mariah shrugged, rubbing her small baby bump. “You went behind my back to fuck on my nigga, and you want me to help you get back at him? I’m good, love.”
“Ri, come on now. You didn’t even give a fuck about him. You were only in it for the money. So why does it matter?”
“It matters because I would’ve never fucked behind you! We don’t move like that. Then you did it behind my back. I had to find out from your brother. You’re wrong as hell.”
I sighed, slightly feeling bad. She was right. We’ve never messed with the same man throughout our friendship, but the more Mariah bragged about Saint, the more I had to have him for myself. He didn’t even know that Mariah and I were as close as we are. If he did, he probably would’ve never entertained me. “You’re right, girl. But we can’t let him get away with how he did us. We have to get our lick back.”