It surpassed casual sex.
It was so sentimental, to say it was erotic would be an insult.
What they were indulging in was the highest level of intimacy, and when Silas stroked inside her ocean, he dug so deep the tip of his dick placed gentle kisses on her soul. So gentle her body quaked, and her arms instantly wrapped around him, pulling him closer. Needing him near.
Nuri’s body was so sensitive to the heat that radiated from his skin, his touch made her skin feel like braille. Silas read the parts of her she couldn’t speak, and interpreted aspects of her that only came through keen discernment. Her soul, body, heart, and mind was so sacred, Silas had to become blind to see it. Had to lose touch with what he thought he saw and understood, so he could see the true beauty Nuri possessed was way more than skin deep.
“A-A E-E, Oh my God,” Nuri used all her fucking vows, and was right at the edge of falling in love.
Nuri’s pussy was giving Silas so much power, the louder she got, the higher he soared in euphoric heaven. It was far beyond any place in the world Silas had ever traveled, but any woman who had enough power in her pussy to take him on a trip was a woman he refused to live without. Silas often liked to be spontaneous, so whenever he needed a tour Nuri needed to beaccessible. This revelation alone had his mind gone. He lifted both Nuri’s legs, placing them both on his shoulders, using his right hand to massage one of her breasts while toying with her clit with his left thumb all while his pole went deep-sea diving in her oasis.
Suddenly, the temperature rose, the air felt different, and a new energy took over Silas. He went from slow-grinding, giving Nuri the kind of strokes that had her gripping the sheets.
Toes curling.
Heart opening.
And her soul unraveling all at the same time.
Silas allowed her legs to fall from his shoulders as he leaned forward. Nuri’s pussy was changing… getting wetter…hotter. He lightly choked her with his left hand as his strokes shifted from slow to fast. Making love had run its course, Silas was full-fledge fucking the shit out of Nuri.
“Oohh, fu- fuck! Siiiiii,” Nuri hit a soprano note she never knew she could. All her life she’d been an alto. She was breathless.
“Breathe!” Silas groaned as he released.
He attempted to pull out, but Nuri’s pussy wouldn’t allow it. She pulled him in deeper every time.
Nuri sat at the edge of her seat, tapping her pen against the corner of her notebook as the clock ticked down the final ten minutes of her history class. Professor Gaines’ monotone voice served as nothing more than background noise. Her mind was already at Silas’ place—warm lighting, food on deck, his cologne laced in the air. That was her peace after a long ass day, and she couldn't wait to be wrapped in it.
“Don’t forget, the exam in two weeks,” Professor Gaines reminded, dismissing the class.
As the students filed out, Nuri adjusted her bag, pushing out into the open air of campus. She was ready to head straight to her car, but the growing crowd forming near theBlake University Mascotstatue pulled her attention. Voices cut through the wind, getting louder the closer she got.
“Hell naw, bruh. Professor Sullivan ain't goin’ out like that. Yo’ ass lyin’ like a muthafucka,” one voice said.
Her heart started pacing when she heard Silas’ name. There was tension in the air, that kind that settles into your skin before you even understand what’s happening.
“Shiiiit, you can talk your ass off, but what’s on the footage ain't lyin’. Got pictures too.”
“What footage?” someone else asked. “Who he fucked from the school? I need names.”
Nuri slowed down.
“I heard it was Superintendent Boyd's daughter. Nuri Sinclair.”
Tree’s stupid ass stood front and center, eyes bold, chest puffed, and wearing the smug smile of a man who thought he did something big. The crowd parted like the Red Sea when Nuri stepped up, face blank, but her eyes on fire. There was so much fire behind her eyes, her stare alone could’ve melted his whole face off, but she said nothing.
Silence spoke louder than anything.
Nuri turned on her heel and walked away with grace, though rage twisted in her gut like a blade. Her blood boiled. She wanted to scream, and slap the shit outta Tree in front of everybody, but she had a better plan. One that involved answers. Instead of going home or even to Silas’, Nuri beelined to the library. Her steps—sharp, and deliberate. She made her way past the staff lounge, down the quiet hall only faculty ever really used. At the end stood a nondescript door with a bronze plaque that readOffice of Academic Archives. But she knew better. That wasn’t what it was.
This was her father’s secret office—the one only staff and certain administrators knew existed. Nuri pulled a small bobby pin from her bun and picked the lock just like her father taught her when she was ten. Funny, how he always taught her things while keeping secrets of his own. Inside, the room was dim andcold. There was a mahogany wood desk and a few filing cabinets that
lined the wall like soldiers guarding secrets. She sat down at the computer, staring at the login screen, mind racing.What the hell is his password?Then it hit her—NovaExpo97. The screen unlocked immediately.
Nuri clicked through her father’s files, searching for anything that felt off. She scrolled past faculty memos and grant proposals, then saw one that readUnfinished Business. Nuri clicked on the file and was blown away as she observed the picture, and began to read the profile that followed. She'd recognized the photo as her mother's high school sweetheart. She'd recalled stories her mother had told her about the man in the picture, but there was something different she recognized more in the picture before her, and the one her mother had shown her years ago when she was younger. It was something in his eyes that gave her a sense of familiarity.
Her eyes quickly scanned the documents, but something inside of her urged her to save everything to her flash drive she used for school projects, and transferred everything over. It took her about five minutes to get everything she needed, while sending a few other files that she planned to look into later. Once done, she discreetly looked through her father's drawers, until she ran across a file that said "Takeover.” There were financial ledgers, shell companies, and two more flash drives labeledSILAS & NURI. Her blood ran cold.
