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“Without me?” I scoff.
“Why the fuck would you need to go back to Blood Lust? You got a fine ass vampire who is obsessed with you already. Hell, I doubt he would even want you back in Blood Lust. So if you think about it, I didn’t tell or invite you because I didn’t want to cause friction between you and Noab. I did you a favor.”
“Fuck you and your favor. You could have told me. Period point blank.”
“I know and I’m sorry but I know you forgive me.”
“I have no choice. We can’t go to Nana and Papa’s beefing,” I say.
“Bitch, we never beef. Stop playing and say you forgive me.”
After sucking my teeth to feign anger, I say, “I forgive you, this time. But what’s his name? I can see if Noab knows him.”
“Not all vampires know each other.”
“But Noab might. Just tell me his name.”
“Nosy, his name is Kedir. But it’s new and I don’t know where this is going. It may just be a fucking thing if the dick is as good as I think it’s going to be. Hell, you are Exhibit A of what vampire dick can do for you,” she says and laughs.
“Girl, fuck you,” I say and grin at her wild ass.
“No, that’s going to be Kedir’s job tonight. Enough about me and my business. Are you going to your storage unit?” she asks, confusing the hell out me.
“Um…what damn storage unit. I don’t have one.”
“What about 302 Kingsland Way, Unit 7?” she says with her smart mouthed ass.
“Bitch, my loft! I swear.”
“I said it right. It’s a storage unit. You’ve probably only spent a week there and that’s in total. You are always at Noab’s. That loft is just a big ass closet where you pay rent.”
Actually, Noab paid the rent.
When I signed the one-year lease, Noab paid it in full. I had every intention of being there every day all day, but I’m addicted to Noab. How can I not be? This man is protective, strong, loving, and considerate as hell. The way he pleases my body and cares for it after he’s elicited earth-shattering orgasms is a much-appreciated, wonderful added bonus. I’m happy, the happiest I’ve ever been. I want to be right where he wants me to be, occupying his space.
“It’s been more than a week,” I rebut, telling a whole ass lie. A week is pushing it. It’s barely been four whole days. I only spent my first night there and that barely counts because he was there with me.
“Hoe, that’s a damn lie.”
“Well, I’m sticking to it.”
“Okay, but we both know the truth,” she says and I hear the faint sound of her moving in water. “I’ll call you later or tomorrow. I have to get out of this water before my damn toes get all wrinkled.”
“Okay, I’m pulling up to the house now.” He’s at the firehouse on his new shift.
The day he stopped Langston from attacking me, he abandoned the house and there was a consequence, a shift change. He’s now working two days on, four days off, and he went in at seven this morning. Going to my loft makes perfect sense, but this is where I want to be and where he prefers me, especially when he comes home. Without any hesitation, he gave me all access to him, his home, his vehicles, everything, without any boundaries.
“I think I just heard house not condo,” she says and I just shake my head.
“Anyway, goodbye and be safe. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
After ending the call, I press Noab’s spare garage door remote on my keychain and pull into the third space. He has a Charger, a truck, and a motorcycle. He moved the motorcycle to make room for my Jeep. He makes room for me in every aspect of his life and I appreciate that so much.
The kitchen is my first stop once I’m inside. I remove my lunch containers, trash the remains of last night’s leftovers I had for lunch—creamy steak fettuccine and spinach salad—then wash them. After wiping out my lunch kit, I head to the bedroom, strip out of my work clothes, wash my face, then run myself a bath in his exquisite tub.
Fuck Shae. My loft doesn’t have a tub like this.
