“I’ve had to learn the hard way that leaving you alone sounds easier to do than it actually is. I probably set myself back further by coming here tonight.”
“Nah, you didn’t because I’m not letting you go this time. Unless it’s a life or death situation, I can’t keep running to Kiandra. She has feelings for me still, and she isn’t in the headspace where we can be cordial. I’ll never just leave her for dead though. Whatever I gotta do to get this right with you, that’s what I want.”
The silence that followed was annoying as hell. Despite Breezy being there in my bed, I had no way of knowing if she still felt the same. Maybe she was past my shit and wanted one more round before she said to hell with me. Breezy inched closer to me. She then straddled me and peered down into my face with a grin. “You sure you ready for all this?”
I tapped her ass cheek signaling her to lift her hips. When she did, I placed my dick at her opening, locked one arm around her waist and guided her down. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
It had been two weeks since Breezy and I got back on good terms, and we had been almost inseparable. We both still handled business, but we were together every day. She had officially placed me on pussy time out for at least three days because I hadn’t been letting up off her, and she could barely walk. I walked into the kitchen of the house I bought, and she was leaning over the counter placing a backsplash on the wall. With a lick of my lips, I zeroed in on her behind as she concentrated on getting the alignment perfect.
I waited for her to finish before walking up behind her and placing my face in the crook of her neck. “This looks nice.” The fact that Breezy was helping me out with the house was another bonus for me.
No matter how soft that shit made me feel, I enjoyed spending time with her. I had been watching her closely because she shared with me the fact that her mother had died. She also shared with me that she had cried, but I still felt like she was holding a lot in. Or maybe she just chose to be sad in private. I had great parents and couldn’t relate to either one of them not being there. It was possible that she wasn’t that affected by her mother’s death, or maybe she hadn’t processed it yet.
“Don’t get mad at me when you get hard because you can’t get any today, tomorrow, or the day after that and if you try, I’m calling the police,” she giggled trying to ease out of my grasp.
“It’s too late for that.” I held her tighter. “Every time I see your face I get hard.”
“You gon’ let me finish this backsplash or nah?”
Kissing her neck, I loosened my grip on her and let her go. Pulling my arm all the way back, I smacked her left ass cheek as hard as I could making her squeal and jump.
“Bro, you’re an asshole.”
“I’m not your bro. I’m baby, bae, or daddy Lucci.”
“Whatever,” Breezy giggled.
I wanted to focus on one room at a time in the house. The kitchen was pretty much done, so I had moved to the living room. A guy by the name of Loyal was referred to me, and homie did excellent work. He had replaced the cabinets and countertops in the kitchen and put in new windows. My father and I painted and did the flooring. Breezy was doing the backsplash in the kitchen, an accent wall in the bedroom, and cleaning for me.
I had ripped up the carpet in the living room and was currently painting. Loyal was going to do the floors and the windows in the living room. I could do a little something, but I was nowhere near as nice as him. I had been watching him though. The goal was to save more money on each project by doing more things myself. I worked until Breezy was done in the kitchen, then I locked up the house and we left.
“You want leftovers tonight, or we gonna grab something because I don’t feel like cooking?” she asked while pulling the seatbelt across her body.
“I’m good with the leftovers. I’ll stop and get you something if you want.”
“I’m in the mood for seafood.”
“Bet.”
Breezy ordered her food online, and I went to go pick it up. At my crib, I took a shower, smoked, and then we sat in the living room watching a movie. It felt good to be doing regular shit and not sitting back plotting thinking about when my next lick would be. When we were done eating, Breezy went and got her notesand everything she needed to study. I chuckled when she passed me my real estate textbook and my notebook.
“I’m going to quiz you on chapter one when I’m done studying. You can only miss one question. If you miss none or one, I’ll give you some head.”
“Say less,” I opened the book making her laugh.
My class didn’t start for another two weeks, but it wasn’t a bad idea to go ahead and start refreshing my memory on what I’d already learned. By the time class started, I should have the first five chapters down pact at least. Nothing could make a person change their way of thinking like life’s experiences because if someone were to ask me now when it came to a woman if I chose loyalty or love, I’d tell them I wasn’t choosing. If I couldn’t have both, then shorty wasn’t the woman for me.
CHAPTER 20
BREEZY
I satdown in the folding chair that I brought from home and pushed out a content sigh. I was tired as hell, but the back to school drive had been a success. The Hellcat Barbies set up shop in a local park, and we passed out bookbags filled with school supplies until we ran out. Two hours and more than three hundred bookbags later, we didn’t have any left. When Lucci walked in my home the night before with bags full of school supplies and bookbags I fucked him like I’d never had dick before. He had spent almost $600 donating to our cause, and I showed him my appreciation in a way that had his toes curling while my name pushed from his throat in low rumbles. Just thinking about him made chills run down my spine. Lucci muhfuckin’ Lucci! Or as they say, my man, my man, my man.
I was finally able to rest my feet after running nonstop all day. Watching the kids run around the park with a smile on my face made it all worth it. The money from my mother’s policy had been deposited into my account; I had put in an offer on the house that I wanted, and it was accepted. I had a fine ass man that couldn’t get enough of me, and life just felt right. I was fuckin’ happy.
“This was a nice event.” A familiar voice wafted into my ear. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Gavin walking toward me.
His words had been kind, but they didn’t match the look in his eyes. Gavin’s eyes were glassy and the closer he got to me, I could smell alcohol fumes coming from his pores. I frowned because I’d never seen him looking like that. It was only six in the afternoon, but he was wasted. And at an event that was for kids.
