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My nerves had gotten the best of me and made me mute, for good reason this time. Ezekiel “Damien” Donovan.
Our lives were similar. Fast money driven by the greed of vanity and sex. To the world, they assumed our friendship was everything but real and I was nothing more than another notch on his sexcapades list. So far from the truth. We were friends coasting on this fine line of not crossing it because neither of us was prepared for that level of commitment and change.
“Let’s go see your man.” Hyper than a jellybean, Hillary and I stepped out of the sprinter Ezekiel sent for us and headed inside.
Club Soul was an LA favorite for the grown and sexy. A nice jazz and neo-soul vibe with the best drinks and appetizers ever. Dim blue lights with the tufted soft sofas. Tonight’s crowd was like any other night. Packed with smiling faces and bodies grooving on the dance floor. The deeper Hillary pulled me into the club, the faster my heart pounded, and fingers tingled. No matter how long we’ve known each other, each time always feels like the first.
The moment when my heart started to beat off kilter. The moment when my world leveled, and peace kissed the butterflies in my stomach to a calmness. The moment when being vulnerable and safe to exist in all my natural soft woman glory felt natural because this man protected me.
“Hello, love.” Those were always the first words that my heart whispered from my lips, but never loud enough for him to hear.
That’s what happens when your heart speaks first.
Inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale. A repeated motion to keep me leveled in my heels because seeing Ezekiel “Damien” Donovan in the flesh always took my breath away, causing my breathing to become skittish, thoughts to run a muck, and heart to… smile.
I loved the softness he brought out of me just by being him.
My Zeek.
Hillary would get that Chanel bag she’s been eyeing. She dressed him and me alike. Him in a black three-piece suit that was tailored to fit his thick lineman frame. A dark charcoal tie behind his vest with a gold Cuban chain connecting the pocket watch his father gave him when he turned sixteen. Black Saint Laurent Gabriel derbies patent leather shoes. Cartier glasses framing those beautiful chestnut eyes that were a mystery of all things Ezekiel. Locs freshly twisted and styled. But the killer that made my knees weak and my lady parts squeak…
The four gold fangs on his pearly white straight teeth.
Thank you, God. You did your big one when you created my man.
Ezekiel was such a classic man, a debonair man.
As if he felt the magnetic pull he had on me, those bedroom, sultry eyes lifted from his phone and sucked me in. Five arm reaches away and I heard the knee-weakening groan he released as his tongue wet his lips. A warm blush coated my cheeks seeing him wear the matching bracelet we shared. Over the rim of his glass of brown, his eyes commanded me to come closer, to come to him, and my heels led me there, but not before the most annoying distraction.
“I don’t recall placing your name on the guest list, Samantha.” A leech named Candice loved to tap dance on all my nerves. Ezekiel’s little jealous minion of a whore hadn’t learned her place and truthfully it was getting exhausting.
“Girl, go find someone else to bother. Clearly, we’re in here so that means that our names were on the list, which further proves that your rank is peasant level to my friend. Learn to stay in your place, shewolf.” Hillary’s eyes rolled and shoulders bumped Candice out the way, clearing a path for me to walk in Ezekiel’s section.
Forever the gentleman. He met us at the entrance with his panty wetter of a smile. “Hillary Banks, give me some love, sweetheart.” Even with her in his arms, his eyes were transfixed on me. “Thank you for making sure me and my lady looked better than good. Hmm. And you listened to my need of having them legs and thighs on display. Come here, Sunnie Mae.” Gently tapping her on the hip, he moved around Hillary and took both of my hands until he placed them right where he wanted them.
Around his neck.
Our foreheads touching and lips almost kissing. Kismet moment sealed with our breaths exchanging, I exhaled reassurance that he was safe with me, safe to trust me with him. And he inhaled my love to submit all that I was to all that he is.
“I’ve missed you, Sunnie Mae.” Warm breath caressed my ear causing my eyes to close in bliss. Hands roamed up the curve of my back to the top of my ass.
He’s the first man that has ever made me feel flustered. A weird space of wanting to crawl in a hole and live there versus being unable to speak because my tongue hadn’t untied itself.
A clearing of an aggravated throat wanted to break our hold but that only made him hold me tighter and his lips to my skin touched along my cheek, jaw, and chin. “Mmhm, you know that perfume drives me fucking crazy.” His growl and teeth nipping my skin had my body trembling and hormones ready to jump off the cliff and explode. “Why do you do this to me, Sunnie Mae? Why do you insist on teasing me?”
Because I was a glutton for punishment.
Panting, I whispered with my tongue, leading the band of words caressing his ear. “If you don’t unhand me, people will start thinking that we go together.” The moan I released deserved to be studied and praised. It came from the depths of my vagina. Pure intention because I heard from the grapevine that he had a praise kink and loved for it to be delivered in moans, screams, and overflowing body fluids. I knew how to get him to push further. To move those hands from caressing my back to get them caressing all of me.
“Don’t provoke me, baby. I’ll hurt these people’s feelings including the nigga you got at home if I wanted to.” His laugh vibrated through my chest, making my knees buckle and breath hitch.
I had a love jones for this man.
Those strong, rough manly hands went exploring every curve covered by my dress. From my arms to the curves of my hips and the round thickness of my ass. His touch felt like praise and worship. I felt admired, sexy, wanted, and desired.
I felt like his.
Standing back but keeping those hands on my hips, he looked down at me as if I was the only girl in his world. “You missed the red carpet walk. I want to take some pictures. Are you gonna smile with your man, Sunnie Mae?” Like he took my breath away just from his masculine energy and potent aura, I had no words. Only a head nod and squeeze of my hands.
