“You heard me, but is you feeling me, Alecia? I’m dead ass serious. Ay, if you don’t listen to me, I got a nigga I can put on you. If it’s any nigga in the world your hardheaded ass going to listen to, it’s Montana. I’ll merge your husband on this fuckin phone right now, and make his ass tell you no!” Law was serious.For him to even go this hard, that’s how I truly knew that he loved Alecia so much and really did look at her like a big sister because if he didn’t, he would have allowed her to get thrown into the fire.
“Okay, Sevyn, damn! Even if I wanted to take it, I literally couldn’t. I have too much shit on my plate right now, as it is. Sevyn, seriously though, let me ask you something. This case with Reggie is big. Not only is he one of the biggest rappers out of Miami right now, but he’s one of the biggest rappers in the world. So many people were ready to watch the way this case played out. The streets, the blogs, his fans, everybody. They were waiting on you to perform that miracle that you always do in the courtroom. You not worried about the backlash that you going to get from dropping it?” Alecia asked, calling out the same fear that I had. Law liked to think that I was being dramatic, and looking too deep into things, but Alecia’s mind took off, and it went in the same direction as mine.
I shoved Law, so that he could see that she was coming from that same place that I was coming from earlier in the week when he brought this up to me.
“I hear you. Yaya worried about the same shit, but I’m good. Alecia, I don’t want any parts of that circus. I don’t gotta go through that, just to prove to the world that I’m that nigga, and I can take on any case, and dominate it. They talked about Jesus, so who am I to think that they not going to talk about me? The noise always quiets down eventually. My reputation don’t mean shit if I gotta lose myself in the middle of this, trying to protect it,” he was cocky in his response, just like I expected him to be.
“You kill me with that cocky, arrogant shit. Where’s Soraya?” she asked, changing the tone of the conversation now.
“Girl, I’m right here. What’s up?” I responded.
“Ummm, I say this shit with love, I hope that ya’ll are in therapy. Together. As one. As a union,” Alecia said, and I laughed.
“Sevyn found us a therapist. We have our first session next week Friday,” I let her know.
“Good. For you to even be sitting there with him, that lets me know that after you two had your time apart, you both saw that there wasn’t shit out here for either one of you. Right where ya’ll are right now is where ya’ll are supposed to be. The love that you two have is the love that people go to God about in prayer, asking to have it. Please get the shit right this time, and when ya’ll have another service to solidify your union, let’s not let my invitation get lost in the mail,” she was going in, just as I expected her to because I knew that her mouth didn’t come with a filter.
I took the phone from Sevyn, and I talked with her for about five more minutes. We eventually hung up, and I sat his phone down on the couch. I still didn’t have an appetite, so I just folded the wrapper, and was going to put what was left in the bag.
“Why didn’t you finish your food?” he asked me.
“I don’t know. I lost my appetite,” I explained, trying to get up, but he wrapped an arm around my waist, not letting me move.
“You worried about that shit with Reggie?” he asked me.
“No,” I lied quickly.
“Yes, you is. Soraya, fuck that! A nigga not worried about whatever the fuck is going to come with me dropping that case, and neither should you. Finish your food, man,” he snapped.
“I don’t want it,” I whined. He laughed, and he flipped us, so that I could go down on my back, and he could be down on the floor, on his knees, right in front of me. He pulled me lower, so that I was lying on my back, and looking up at him.
“You give yourself shit to stress about,” he blurted, picking my legs up, and he kissed up, and down them. My heels were stillon, as he held me by my ankles, letting his soft lips make love to my legs, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. When his lips made its way to my thighs, and I realized what could possibly happen here, I swallowed the lump in my throat, and I sat up, and scooted myself back.
“Sevyn, no. It’s too many people here. I’ll come over tonight,” I said, voice shaking, body trembling because he made me hot just that fast.
“Damn, I can’t get just one round, baby? I’ll be respectful. I’m not even going to take you all up and through pound city. Just slow, soft strokes. Something to help take the edge off. One nut for me. Two for you,” he pried. The second my ass looked over at his office door, that’s when I knew he had me because by this point, I was contemplating it.
“They gone hear me,” I was giving him the problem, knowing he was going to find the solution.
He knew they would hear me too, and that’s why he eventually just picked me up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and legs around his waist, and he took me into the restroom. He was careful with closing the door behind him and locking it. He gently sat me down on the counter, and like he knew this dress, and knew his way around it, he unzipped it from the back and assisted me in getting it off. He knew the dress that I was wearing was pricey, so he made sure to nicely fold it up, and he sat it down on the counter. I wore stockings to work, and I’m thinking this man was going to be careful, and take them off, but he ripped them, having rips, and holes appear on them.
“Sevyn! Damn. I would have taken them off!” I fussed, pissed that I wouldn’t be able to put them back on.
“My bad. I’ll buy you some more when I get off work,” his ass lied, as he went for my panties, and he took them off.
I laughed, as I pulled my legs up, knowing that that’s what he wanted me to do next. He unsnapped my bra from behind,causing it to fall off, and now, here I was, butt naked in front of him, and just like he always did, he glared at my body in amazement. There was so much love in his eyes, as he fumbled with his slacks, pulled them down to his ankles, pulled down his briefs, and he sat that big, heavy dick right on my pussy, slapping it a couple of times, making me softly moan.
“Put it in there baby,” his voice was low, as he leaned in, lips right in front of mine, and he kissed me.
I closed my eyes, kissing him back, and I parted my lips a little bit, and in seconds, we began slowly, passionately kissing. I reached my hand down, without having to open my eyes, or break the kiss, and I held onto his dick, sliding it up, and down my pussy that was already leaking for him, and I slipped it inside of me, causing him to slowly push all inches in me, and I broke the kiss, moaning out loudly, tossing my head back, as I was in pure ecstasy. His lips found its way to my neck, where he kissed, sucked, and licked, getting my pussy even wetter.
“It’s no way you thought that you could swing back over here to your old stomping grounds, feed a nigga, wear this sexy ass dress, looking all fuckin good, and expect me to not want to hit it. I’m trying to feel this pussy every time that I’m around you, baby. It’s so fuckin good,” Law groaned, lips leaving my neck, and they found their way to my ear, so as he was softly stroking me, his lips were right by my ear, and I could vividly hear him.
I was wet as hell. Juices spilling out of me, pussy making all kinds of noises for him, and I was nonstop moaning, not even able to talk back to him, and tell him how much I appreciated this dick, and how good it felt to me.
“Lock in, Ya. Look me in my eyes,” he voiced. My head was thrown back, as I was in complete heaven. As hard as it was, I was able to pick my arms up, wrap them around his neck, and I moved my head up, looking him in his eyes, as I took that dick, fuckin back.
“Hmmmm… Papi. Can I cummmmm?” I begged, right at my peak, about to flood his dick with my juices.
