I could see myself becoming increasingly unhinged behind her pussy. It’s why my brother was obsessed, and now I was no better.
Her pussy had to be the main reason Dame had lost all his screws. I still couldn’t believe he had essentially kidnapped Jela, was raping her, and physically abusing her.
I would never do any of those things, but I could see why he was crashing out behind her.
Damn. I can’t wait to get back to her.
“Calvin, Katima… would you guys mind showing everyone to their respective places? I’ll meet you all downstairs.”
“Sure thing. Let’s roll, gang!” Everyone filed onto the elevators as I headed to my office while taking her call.
“Good morning, Miss Jela.”
“Good morning. I didn’t call at a bad time, did I?”
“You called at the perfect time. How are you?”
She cleared her throat before she spoke, “Well, I’m a little sore, but I’ll manage.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that graced my face. “Aside from the soreness, how do you feel mentally?”
“Honestly?”
“That’s all I want.”
“Afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of what we started. I don’t want to think this is more than what it is. You letting me stay here and having the car is nice, but I’m scared of whatthisall means.”
“What do you think it means?” I leaned against my desk, awaiting her answer.
“I don’t know, and that’s the problem. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks.”
“Doesn’t feel that way to me. But I’m on whatever you're on, Jela. I’m on your time. Whatever you want this to be between us, that's what it’ll be.”
“Do you regret what happened?”
“Honest?”
“Yes.”
“Not in the slightest.” I chuckled, but she whined in reply.
“He’s your brother…”
I felt myself getting annoyed by her continuous reminder of that. I understood what it looked like, but I didn’t give a fuck about it. My brother mishandled her, and although it was never my intention to step in his shoes, the shit was inevitable from the moment we locked eyes.
She deserved to be treated with respect. She was a Black woman amongst other Black women who had given birth to men like me. Just from that logic alone, she was to be upheld unless given a reason not to be. Just by meeting her family, I could tell she was raised to have morals. I wasn’t trying to take that away from her, but this sexual chemistry between us had been festering since we laid eyes on one another.
Her meeting my brother was unfortunate because he took her out of her habitat and made her his slave, his prisoner. Damien knew what he had in Jela. He was threatened by her intelligence and beauty, which resulted in him doing foolish shit to mishandle her. I hated how conflicted she was because I knew chicks who were ruthless when getting their lick back. However,Jela wasn't one of those women, and I respected that shit so much more.
“Answer the FaceTime. I want to see you.” I clicked the camera icon and waited for her to come into view.
When it connected, I felt butterflies swarming in my stomach. Jela’s morning, afternoon, and night face was breathtaking. God took His time when He was creating her. She was lying back on the pillows in a relaxed state, and I loved that she was comfortable.
I shook from my thirsty moment and asked, “Question?”
