“Shit, Truce. Fuck, baby! I’m going to cum.”
“Do yo’ shit, mama,” he coached, and I felt my body heat before I felt myself cumming like a faucet.
A tear slid down my cheek, and he kissed it away. He held on to me tightly, allowing me to come down from my orgasm before he flipped me over. “My turn.”
And from there, I knew my life was doomed. Truce fucked me so good, I had to wonder why the chicks before me had let this man sex them and dip. There was no way I couldn’t have him every day or night if he were mine. The way he stroked me like he was handling something fragile and then going into beast mode as if I was a rag doll had me ready to ask him to marry me.
We went at it for almost two hours before he was carrying me to the shower, washing us quickly, and wrapping us in the comforter before I felt my eyes growing heavy. Somewhere during the night, I awoke to him devouring my pussy. He ate me until I couldn’t take it anymore and drifted back off to sleep. When I woke up some hours later, the sun had risen, and Truce was gone. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, and it was well after seven o’clock. There was a letter, some keys, and two stacks of cash on the stand. I picked up one of the stacks and thumbed through it. It was 10,000 dollars. My mouth opened in shock, not really feeling him leaving me money on the dresser like I was a prostitute. But I knew he did it with good intentions.
I picked up the letter and opened it.
You’re mine now.
Those were the first words I read, and they had me blushing like an idiot.
The house is yours for however long you need it. I also left you the keys to the car in the garage. It’s yours now too. Take the money and splurge how you see fit. Try to stay away from any areas you frequented with him, and stay inconspicuous as much as you can until I get shit settled. You’re safe now. Don’t think what we did was wrong because it’s not, and it never willbe. I enjoyed every fucking moment and can’t wait to get back in your presence.
I don’t know how I’m going to function for three days, but it would be nice if you sent me some motivation over that time. Kiss my Chunks for me. See you Friday.
- Truce
I closed my eyes and inhaled a soft breath before letting it out. I don’t know what would become of us, but I vowed from this day forward to let whatever this was happen. I just prayed Damien let me go and stayed far the fuck away from me.
Somehow, I knew that fairytale would never come true.
I stoodat the head of the conference room, looking at my team of sixteen employees. They had just finished filling out their employment packets, and I went over everyone’s job positions for the upcoming grand opening. My COO, Calvin Richards, stood beside me, and our CFO, Katima Walsh, stood on the other side of me as we wrapped up the meeting.
“Does anyone have any questions?” I asked. They all shook their heads and uttered “no’s” as expected. “Okay. Let’s go see your new offices and have some lunch. I’m starving.”
“I second that!” Cal countered as we laughed.
We all filed out of the boardroom, and I smiled, feeling a feeling of triumph wash over me. In these moments, I thought of my father and how I wished he were here to see me. The manstayed on my ass once I told him what I wanted to be when I grew up. He had me in all kinds of art and architectural classes, and encouraged me to go to college to learn about business. It was how I was able to get Dame to obtain his degree during those times that he would visit me. I loved what I did, and I already had the vision of how I was going to make this company flourish.
“I’m so excited about the grand opening. We’re already getting calls, via my assistant, from a few politicians and business owners,” Katima said as we walked ahead toward the elevators.
“That’s what’s up. I hope y’all are ready for the influx of contracts we’re about to get. Saleem has been advertising this grand opening for months now.”
“I’m more than ready; the team is ready, too, and the building is top-tier. Can’t wait to get started. How’s the house coming along?” Calvin asked me.
“It’s almost done. They just have to put in the windows, varnish the floors, and wire it up. I can’t wait to see what my little hittas accomplished,” I said loud enough for the team of seven builders I hired to hear me.
“You’re going to flip out when you see it, boss man!” Brandon exclaimed.
“I hope so.”
My phone buzzed in the jacket of my suit pocket. I retrieved it, seeing Jela’s name on the screen. My heart did some funny shit because I missed her already. We hadn’t spoken since we had sex last night, or this morning, rather. I had been briefing my team and getting them set up. I hadn’t had a chance to call and check on her. But now that the meeting was over, I had a little time to kick it with her via phone call.
My head was still reeling from our night together. She had been on my mind all morning, with me wondering how she wasdoing. How did she feel? Was she okay? Did she need anything? Did she and Chunks eat already?
Shit, Jela’s overall aura exuded an energy I had never seen or felt before. Not to mention her sex exceeded my expectations.
Boring my fucking ass.
Jela had that “crash out” pussy.
That “late-night creep” pussy.
That “pull up to her crib if she don’t answer a nigga’s calls” pussy.
