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Aaliyah may have saidlifebut Ocean knew she meanther.It would forever haunt him for his decision. “It was a for a cause I believed in and I still do,” Ocean knew Aaliyah didn’t know the true story about his sudden senatorial run and it wasn’t the time nor the place to let her know why. “I believe I can make a change in the world, specifically California and my constituents. The politicians of yesteryear no longer exist and cater to the changing demographic. No one wants to hear about the good ol’ days because some of those days weren’t that great for the minorities and disenfranchised. Everyone deserves to have their voice heard and it’s my job as a senator to ensure that happens.”

Aaliyah grew a soft smile as she listened to her ex. If she didn’t know better, she thought he was running for his next campaign. His eyes brightened and his white teeth were perfectly straight and smiled at the end of each sentence.

Ocean was either a natural or he was trained very well. She was quite impressed at how he stealthily avoided a direct question. She didn’t know if she wanted to slap him or fuck him.

Maybe both. “You see yourself as a politician for the rest of your life?”

“I don’t know yet,” he honestly answered, “it’s too early to tell. If it were up to me, I’ll be a one-term senator.”

“If it were up to you,” she repeated.

“It’s up to the voters.” Ocean added, knowing that wasn’t the entire truth. “They get to decide when I jump and how high.”

“Not Daddy Ellison?” Aaliyah’s voice had a sharp bite to it.

Ocean stiffened as he thought about his father. He still pulled the strings and they became longer and thicker as he aged. “My father has nothing to do with any of this.”

“Bullshit,” Aaliyah snapped. “He has everything to do with this.”

“You honestly think my father knows about us meeting right here, right now?” Ocean met her challenge. “You think he set all of this up?”

“If he wants to pay me off again, I don’t put anything past Sugar Daddy.” Aaliyah folded her arms. “Was the money not enough?”

“My father has no idea I’m meeting with you, Liyah, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be upset that I am.” Ocean thought about his father’s reaction to the upcoming news story. He barely contained his smile thinking about how upset Thomas would be. “I’m here to get you back, familial relations be damned.”

Ocean said it with such authority, it caused a visible shiver within her. “I’m not going to get back with you because you’re eager to sayfuck youto Daddy. I won’t be manipulated in whatever sick game you two are playing.”

“The only games I play are the ones in bed and I’m pretty sure you liked those games, didn’t you?” Ocean leaned back into his chair. “In fact, you loved the way I made your body sing with my tongue.”

Aaliyah felt a jolt of electricity rush to her sex and she immediately crossed her legs. Ocean’s tongue just loved her pussy. He licked her clit like it was the only meal he’ll ever eat. She was normally quiet and reserved in bed, but Ocean had her screaming.

One time they’d sixty-nined, and Aaliyah lost her everloving mind. Ocean’s hands wandered all over her body; playing with her holes, flicking her clit, and sucking hard on it as she deep throated him.

They fucked and sucked for hours that night until neither of them could move their legs. Aaliyah especially hated how that particular memory spurned her masturbation fantasies. “Fuck you, Ocean.” She huffed.

“I certainly hope you will,” his blue eyes danced as their food arrived, “I certainly hope you will.”

Aaliyah watched the servers present the dishes and pour two glasses of wine. They left a short time later. “Eat.” Ocean ordered. “You’ll need your strength later.”

Aaliyah’s eyes briefly widened before they settled back down. If that man was implying she was going to open her legs and welcome him like the long, big dick she’d missed, he had another thing coming. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“That’s fine.” Ocean expected her answer. “I don’t expect you to.”

Aaliyah was always taught it wasn’t what people said but rather, what theydidn’tsay. “But you want me to?” Her eyes became inquisitive.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t.” He replied.

“The answer is no.” She firmly stated. “Not tonight.”

Ocean just smiled.Not tonightwas just as good as ayesin the near future.

After dinner, Ocean dropped off Aaliyah back at the condo. He walked her up to the front door and held her waist as they stood underneath the stars. “Thank you for a lovely night, Liyah. I really appreciate it.”

“It was a lovely night,” she had to admit. After the shadiness and snarky feelings dissipated, Aaliyah truly enjoyed Ocean’s company again. He raved about Mtume’s “Blackman” album, while she waxed poetic on why Guns N’ Roses is the ultimate rock band for any person, regardless of race or gender.

They found common ground in their respective Netflix addictions and Ocean promised to check out a documentary Aaliyah raved about. Aaliyah told him she would finally check outBlazing Saddlesto see what all the hype was about.

“So, this is me.” She offered. “But you already knew that.”