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I still hadn’t told Whiskee about Malik, and I honestly didn’t think I ever would. Last I heard, he was still in the hospital in a coma because of swelling on his brain. A part of me hoped he suffered in that state for a good long while for what he did to Renee.
“For what?”
Her eyes rolled playfully as she smiled. “Go in there and see.” When I didn’t budge, she groaned and wrapped her arms around me. “I think he wants to make sure y’all are okay.” Standing on the tips of her toes, Whiskee pulled me down to her for a quick, closed-mouth kiss. “Please, baby.”
There wasn’t too much I saw myself denying this woman of, so even though I didn’t want to talk to him, I agreed. After getting her settled into the car since I kept it running, I headed toward the front door.
“Wassup?” Carlos greeted, arms crossed over his chest.
“You tell me.”
His head tilted as he looked toward my car. “My sister seems to like you… for real.”
“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
“Yeah.” His arms dropped. “I know she’s safe with you physically, but is her heart safe with you too?” It was clear Carlos was serious, but him asking me about his sister’s safety with me after he forced her into an arranged marriage without her consent or knowledge amused me. “Look… we all we got. That’s my baby sister. I just… wanna know she’s safe with you.”
I ran my hands down my face and grounded myself so we could have this conversation.
“She’s safe with me. I like and care about her too. This shit started out arranged with no feelings, but that’s not what it is now. I will never do anything to intentionally hurt my wife.”
“Is this relationship going to last forever? You want to marry her for real now?”
“We ain’t on that. Not right now at least.” I didn’t want him to think I was playing around with his sister, but I wouldn’t dare tell him I didn’t plan to be in Memphis long. Even with the marriage having an expiration date and me and Whiskee having feelings for each other, she understood what I was doing with my father and how important it was for me to break free. “We’re dating while we’re married, but when it’s over, it’s over.”
“Aight.” Carlos’s head bobbed. “That’s all I needed to hear. Thank you.”
We shook hands and I headed to the car. I still didn’t like his ass, but asking about the safety of his sister’s heart was another point in his favor.
Being a good listener was working in my favor. I took Whiskee to a trap pottery class that she enjoyed every second of. It was BYOB, so while we sipped whisky and listened to one hit song after the next, we followed the instructor and created some ugly ass bowls. Whiskee swore they’d look better when we picked them up, but I didn’t care. As long as she was happy and had a good time that was all that mattered to me.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked as the town car pulled out of the parking lot.
“To dinner, then to the apartment. Unless you want to stay with your brother tonight.”
“What if I want to come home with you?” Her hand slipped up my thigh, settling on my semi-hard dick.
“We can definitely make that happen.”
My hand wrapped around her neck, tilting her head so I could kiss her. Each soft moan and breathy sigh she released made my dick harder and harder. Even if we didn’t have sex tonight, I was glad to finally have the chance to go to sleep with her in my arms.
20
Whiskee
I was in love with Beethoven’s home. It was perfect. The gym, movie theater, and game room were calling my name, but I wanted to be in his bed then his heated pool before the night was over. It didn’t surprise me that he had a large home, but it did surprise me to see how well it was decorated. The typical bachelor colors of black, brown, and silver weren’t used. Each room had its own vibe and color scheme courtesy of Supreme’s wife, Nicole.
The last room he showed me was his master bedroom, which had a bathroom, sitting area, and dressing room closet the size of Mahogany’s guest rooms. It was olive green and cream, and the plants, aromatherapy mists, and candles immediately gave me a relaxed vibe.
After cutting on the electric fireplace and starting up a jazz playlist that crooned through the speakers in every corner of the room, Beethoven changed the lighting to a dark red.
A low gasp escaped me when he pulled me into his arms from behind. As his lips lowered to my neck he said, “Nothing has to happen that you don’t want to, but I want you naked in my bed so I can finally taste you.”
“I want everything,” I confessed, holding the back of his neck as the kisses he placed on mine caused my nipples to harden.
“You sure?” His right hand slid between my thighs. “Because I can wait to give you this dick. But I can’t wait to have you on my tongue.”
It took me a second to respond. I hadn’t had sex since a grief-stricken one-night stand that was rough and fast and climactic but not truly satisfying. Not as satisfying as Beethoven’s hands felt all over me. As one set of fingers gripped my neck, the other slowly swirled around my clit through my panties. He tilted my head by my neck, and the increase in pressure made me shiver.
