FIVE
“Shit,”I groaned, massaging my rigidness to rid myself of the semen that had been resting in my sack.
Closing my eyes, I tossed my head back and allowed the pleasure to consume me, just like thoughts of her did. There hadn’t been too many times in my life that I could admit to being unprepared, but to see such a gorgeous face with a spirit to match minutes after being set free was one of them.
Ever’s beauty was unhinged. It was the kind that one remembered seeing in the early 2000s videos, back when everything on a woman’s body was real and not up for questioning. She was the girl next door type of pretty, the one whose mother never let her come outside to play with theneighborhood kids because they’d turn her into a hot girl. But ultimately, she ended up with a block boy, anyway.
That’s how Ever’s epilogue would end her story with me being her love interest, but I was far from a fucking block boy. I was more of a sit at the head of the table and call the shots type of nigga. The type that didn’t have to get his hands dirty because he had a hundred niggas willing to. One that paid niggas not to throw their lives away while giving the FEDs a few years of mine. Her story wouldn’t end with a block boy. It would end with a boss.
Hi. I recalled her voice, still projecting even though timid.
She had absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Until I was ready for what I knew she had to offer, I wouldn’t touch her because hurting her wasn’t even in my deck of cards. I wouldn’t hear the end of Lyric’s fucking mouth.
Bringer of light, I’d told her as I peeped the search she had started on my name. Anything she needed to know about me, I wanted her to ask me herself. She’d get the exact answers she was looking for, no gimmicks.
“Fuck.”
I quickened the pace, making sure that my palm brushed over the head of my dick with each stroke. Nut oozed from the tip slowly at first, but shifted gears as I continued to massage myself. Ending with theatrics, it splattered the shower wall I was standing in front of.
“Uhhhh, shit.”
My knees weakened as I leaned up against the railing beside me for support.
“Fuck.”
What I thought was the last of my semen wasn’t. It continued to trickle from my dick and hit the tiles beneath me as I watched it spit up from above. Once I was certain that there wasn’t a dropleft, I released my tool and leaned my head against the wall. My limbs felt like spaghetti noodles.
Whenever I got a hold of Ever, she was in trouble, but before I conquered her body, I wanted to conquer her mind. It was the true treasure, and I was after it. All else would follow.
Laike had donehis best shit with my crib, putting his architectural hobby to good use. He designed good shit when hefeltlike it. My new home looked like it was fresh out of a real estate magazine, interior and exterior. There wasn’t a detail that he hadn’t included in the build. He’d considered shit that I hadn’t even thought about, but was quite satisfied with having.
I descended the right wing of the staircase, leading me to the common areas that were all fully furnished and untouched. My first stop was the fully stocked fridge that resembled a walk-in closet. Inside the cool, well-lit space were shelves full of food. I snagged two mangos and a bottle of water, opting to get out and eat a little later.
Standing at the stainless steel sink, I rinsed my fruit and removed the stickers off them before peeling back the skin of the largest one with my two front teeth. For the second one, I grabbed a large bowl and began my tour around my new home. The kitchen was impeccable. Its openness and plethora of counter space had me ready to bust out the pots and pans. Beside the kitchen was a large mudroom that was attached to an even larger outdoor activities room that was screened in. From there, I could see the dual-level pool house that was next to the in-law suite that was equipped with two full bedrooms and two full baths, one of each on each level.
I backpedaled and made my way around one of the two islands in the kitchen, still ravishing the mango in my palm, and headed deeper into my home. There were two living rooms, one with a fireplace that wrapped around the corner and the other with a couch that was big enough to fit a family of twelve.
Good shit, my boy.I nodded as I thought about what Laike had done there. He was aware that I wanted a big family and right in this home was where they’d be raised. So, the couch meant a bit more than it probably should’ve.
There was a great room and a dining room, a poker and pool room, a man cave on the basement level, seven bedrooms, two offices, a full laundry room, a playroom, a theater, and a pet room that was underneath the left wing of the stairwell. There was a small library under the right wing.
Laike had successfully built a multi-million dollar home for under four hundred thousand dollars and if that wasn’t talent then I wasn’t sure what the fuck was. I tossed the seed of the first mango into the bowl and started on the second as I sat on the cloudy couch that would one day sit my entire family at once.
On the table in the center of the sectional that nearly formed a full rectangle were a few necessities, two of which were phones. The others were a passport, driver’s license, a Glock, and fifty-thousand dollars in cash. I wouldn’t even question how he’d managed to get the license or passport. Because at the end of the day, money talked and we had plenty to spare.
I picked up the iPhone, leaving the rest of the table’s contents where they were. There wasn’t a lock code on it, giving me immediate access to the contact list. Only a few names had been stored.
Ken.
Laike.
Lyric.
Mom.
Pops.
There was a missing link to the family tree, but I’d add it sooner rather than later. Ever’s name belonged at the top being that everyone was in alphabetical order. If it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure she was added to the list before anyone else’s number made the cut.
