Page 7 of He Snatched My Soul
“Not if you take Jamian with you.” She smirked as she bounced her eyebrows up and down.
“Change of subject.” I didn’t come here to talk about that man. I wanted to drink, get tipsy, and go home to my rose vibrator.
By the time we left the bar around ten, I was a little past tipsy and ready to get home to my bed. I cruised home as some soft jazz played through my car speakers. My mind drifted to my dad, as it did every day since he passed away four years ago, when cancer took him away from me and my mom. I missed him so much. I struggled every day with not being able to hear his voice or call him on the phone, and he asked me about my day.
Once a month, since I was five, my dad and I would have a daddy-and-daughter day. Even as an adult, we would do things together, and I find myself doing this even in his absence. I would visit his grave instead and lay flowers. Some days, I’d cry, while other days I’d just talk to him as if he was still here. It’s tough because I have never lost anyone close to me, so I didn’t know how to process the grief. I tried everything. Counseling and yoga, but nothing seemed to help me through it. That was until I found a passion for reading and writing. Creating fictional stories eased my mind, while reading cleansed my soul. Penning urban fiction and romance novels takes me on a journey I never could have imagined.
In the four years, my mother never remarried, nor has she dated. I worry about her. My grandmother, who was my dad’s mom, and I told her that she needed to get out of the house and date, but she refused. She would say she wasn’t looking to fall in love again and that she would never meet a man as great as my dad. I guess I had to have the love they shared to understand.Maybe one day, but for now, I’m just living my life and building my career.
Pulling into the parking lot of my building, I parked my car and climbed out. Ryan was pulling up next to me in his red convertible. When he stepped out, he greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
That’s another thing that bothered me. Ryan didn’t kiss on the lips. According to his mother, kissing was reserved for your wife.
“Hey, Modesty, sweetheart. These are for you.” He handed me the flowers he was holding.
“Thank you.” I smiled, taking them from his grasp.
“Where are you coming from?”
“Out having a few drinks with Jayla. Come, let’s go inside,” I said, before turning to head to my building.
Nodding my head to security as I walked past their booth, I pressed the call button for the elevator. The doors opened, and we stepped on. I already knew why Ryan was here. He had texted me earlier when I was at dinner and told me that he was stopping by tonight for some loving. Seeing me in this dress earlier turned him on. I didn’t mind. All the alcohol I consumed had me feeling a little horny, and a mediocre dick right now is better than no dick. I planned to use my rose, shower, then knock out anyway.
I pulled my keys from my Gucci purse as the elevator reached my floor. Placing his hand on the small of my back, Ryan guided me down the hall to my condo. I unlocked my door before entering inside. The smell of sweet citrus hit my nose as I flicked on the lights and stepped out of my heels. Ryan slipped off his suit jacket before getting comfortable on my sofa. I placed my purse on the coffee table and went into the kitchen to put my flowers in some water. I poured Ryan a glass of red wineand grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge for myself before joining him in the living room.
“Congratulations on another win yesterday. I forgot to tell you that earlier when you picked me up.” I handed him his wine. He had removed his tie, and a few buttons on the powdered blue shirt were undone, giving me a peek of his chiseled chest.
“Thanks. Another win under my belt feels good. So, how did your meeting go?” he probed.
I told him about my upcoming trip to Montego Bay and the new casino. I couldn’t contain my excitement. I loved my job. Working for Armstrong Enterprise is a breath of fresh air. Being the pre-opening manager of a billion-dollar company made me feel accomplished. When I graduated from college with my degree in business management, I didn’t have a clue what I wanted to do career-wise. Both my parents had great jobs, so money wasn’t an issue growing up. They told me there was no rush to get a job, but I didn’t want to live off them for too long. I filled out a few applications. Not having any work experience, I wasn’t expecting any callbacks, especially since I was fresh out of college.
Getting an email from Armstrong Enterprises offering me a job as a head manager in one of their shipping companies was surprising. Of course, I accepted it. It wasn’t bad that the starting salary was over $60K. Now, here I was, years later, making six figures at a job I’ve grown to love. I couldn’t see myself doing anything else.
Ryan and I talked for about an hour when I got a notification on my phone. I retrieved it out of my purse and saw it was a text message from Jayla.
My Bestie: Bitch! I’m about to send you a video. YOUR BOO IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK!
My eyebrows knitted because what the hell was this girl talking about? Her ass stayed on that damn app and was always sending me stupid videos. And what does she mean by, my boo? Just as I was about to text her back, she sent another message, but it was a video. Of course, my mind was piqued, so I clicked on it. But I wasn’t ready for what the hell was in it. The first thing I saw was a man's bare, muscular chest. Then the camera slowly moved down, past some delicious-looking abs, and stopped on a tattooed-covered hand that I knew too well. But that ain’t what had my eyes damn near about to pop out my head. It was the huge, veiny dick he was stroking ever so slowly. He gripped the base, and precum leaked from the tip. His mushroom-shaped head was so big, and he was hard as fuck!
My pussy instantly clenched and throbbed with thoughts of the night that same dick stretched my walls to compacity. I had to squeeze my legs together to calm the ache in my middle. You could see his hand squeezing his thickness every time he got to the tip. I was amazed and tuned in at this point. When he picked up his pace, I knew he was about to erupt. I kept my eyes glued to the phone like I was reading a best-seller urban fiction novel. I sat up on the couch, unintentionally licking my lips as my mouth watered and my heart raced in anticipation. When he nutted, I gasped. It was so much, landing on washboard abs. Some even leaked down his gigantic hand as he stroked himself through his release with ease, using his cream as a lubricant.
With my eyes still glued to my phone, the camera flipped around, and his face came into view. My breath got caught in my throat, staring at the familiar face that smirked into the camera.
“Modesty?” I heard Ryan call out to me, causing me to jump and my phone to slip from my hand. “Are you okay?”
Quickly gathering myself, I cleared my throat. “I-I’m fine. Jayla's crazy self sent me a stupid video from TikTok,” I lied. “Um, I’m about to go and freshen up.”
I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I was on my feet and rushing to my bedroom. I could feel my essence leaking down my legs, and I was so embarrassed. Here I was in the presence of my man, and I was hot over a dick that had invaded my dreams for three years.
Twenty-five minutes later, I was done with my shower. The whole time all I could think about was that video of Jamian and his masterpiece of a dick. Why was I even thinking about that man? I don’t know. I chalked it up as me being dick deprived for two months. The seat of my panties was so wet that I just knew I left a puddle when I stood up off of the couch.
“Get it together, Modesty,” I thought out loud to myself. Snapping out of my thoughts, I dried my body and wrapped myself in a towel before leaving the bathroom. When I entered my bedroom, Ryan was lying on his back in the middle of my bed in his boxers. One hand was tucked under his head, with the other thrown across his chest, and his eyes were closed. I licked my lips as my eyes raked over his tall, slender frame. Ryan didn’t have a muscular body, but he worked out and ate right, so he had a toned physique.
Jayla always joked that Ryan reminded her of that actor Ben Affleck, but I didn’t see it. Funny, even Jamian voiced the same thing. Ughhh! There I go again, thinking about him.
Dropping my towel, I grabbed my shea butter off of the dresser and sat on the edge of my bed to moisturize my skin. When I was done, I climbed on the bed, straddling Ryan’s lap. He stirred a bit but didn’t open his eyes. Just as I went to pull hisdick out of his boxers, his eyes slowly peeled open with a frown on his face. He grabbed both my hands, halting my movements.
“Naw, lay on your back, baby.” See what I mean? Control.
