Amaris #2
“I’m tryna make this shit smooth, I ain’t in to hurting females nor do I put my hands on them…unless… that’s their thing when I’m fucking,” Roy said in a deep rumble as he took a step to close the small amount of distance between us.
He was literally looming over me, and that said a lot since I considered myself really tall for a woman.
“Where the hell is my dad?” I countered, eyebrows drawn together, ready to fight his ass if I had to.
He opened his mouth to speak then clamped his mouth shut.
“I see you one of those types of broads.” He tugged at the bottom of his oiled beard hairs then let out a brittle chuckle.
“Yeahhh,” he drawled mechanically. “You a see it to believe it kind of mutha fucka. Hardheaded as hell and bull headed. Go dry off and put on some clothes… If you move fast enough, I’ll allow you to grab whatever you need for the time you’ll remain with me.”
“What? I’m not going nowhere with you,” I declared.
“Oh, you are.” His eyes narrowed. “You coming with me, and if yo dad don’t pay up in the next forty-eight hours since we voided that niggas contract… I’ll be the last fuckin’ face you see, daddy’s princess.” He smirked.
I wanted to slap the dog shit out of him but thought twice about it soon as I felt the tip of his gun graze across the top of my chest. I shuttered out of fear. The dark look in his eyes along with the energy radiating off of him told me everything I needed to know.
My dad brought the devil to our doorstep. This shit was real, and he had better made it right or else I’d kill him myself.
Feeling defeated and scared shitless, I said nothing else and prepared to comply with whatever Royal was asking of me.
I had nothing to do with the debt my dad owed, but I wasn’t green to how his type of lifestyle worked.
I wasn’t just some prissy ass daddy’s girl, clueless to their lifestyle how Royal was making it seem.
“Okay.” I sighed, feeling anxious. “Can you give me enough space to dry off and get dressed so I can at least check on my dad?”
Roy removed his gun from my chest then tucked it underneath his suit jacket.
“You sure can, Breasturant.” He chuckled with amusement twinkling in those dark orbs.
“You have three minutes.” He turned to the side to open my bathroom door.
I sniffed back my emotions and walked with my head held high past him.
I could feel his eyes glued to my backside as I entered my spacious room.
The first place I strutted quickly to was my walk-in closet.
Royal didn’t say anything as he stood off in the corner of my room by the door with his back pressed against my yellow painted wall.
I shut the door behind me and exhaled first. I grounded myself quickly in order to think with a clear mind.
I quickly dried myself off then walked to the corner of my closet past my massive purse collection to reach for my safe. Soon as I had it in my hands, the weight of it was off. I didn’t have to open it up to know Royal took my gun.
How long had him and his men been here? I asked myself, already knowing it had to be the time span of me holding a long concert in the shower. Like my cousins on my dad side of the family put it, I had officially been caught slipping, and I didn’t like the feeling at all.
I felt more exposed and naked when reality slammed into my mind. Royal was kidnapping me; besides the stories I spent countless amount of hours reading on my Kindle, this was the smoothest kidnapping happening in real life!
There was no doubt in my mind that my dad would plead and beg before Roy walked me out of this house.
I could bet my last fortune that he would even offer to cough up the money tonight.
My dad might lie, hide things, and even move funny like he’d been moving up until this point.
But one thing he was gonna do without a doubt, was protect me with his life.
So even if he made this situation right, he wouldn’t learn from it. My dad needed a reality check if we made it out alive in this situation. Men like Roy moved on the principal alone of things.
My eyes landed on my ceiling shelves lined with heels and sneakers in order by color.
Then I eyed the wall on the opposite side that had rows of hanging clothes.
A large center island sat in the middle of my closet with a marble countertop that had my jewelry trays stacked neatly on top.
Expensive jewelry that I opted out of wearing unless it was an expensive occasion.
A thought popped in my mind as I inhaled the faint smell of vanilla fabric spray that usually calmed me.
I walked right up to the side of my closet that I had drawers installed into the walls where I kept my comfortable laying-around-for-the-day clothes at.
I pulled the drawer open and grabbed a pair of big, baggy, light grey sweats.
Then I snatched one of my oversized graphic tees from the folded stack underneath.
Black letters stretched across the front:
LOVE OVERREACTING
I snorted softly.
“Fitting,” I muttered.
“What is?”
I jumped out of my skin and turned toward Roy who stood at my closet doorway.
I didn’t even hear this man open up the door.
He kept his gaze locked into mine then seconds later his eyes salaciously drifted down my body.
It dawned on me that I was standing in front of him naked as the day I was born.
“Damn, you blessed, baby.” He licked his lips seductively.
I instantly hated the way my pussy kickstarted from his compliment, and even worse… his penetrating cognac eyes. The smell of his cologne suffocated and hypnotized me, making me forget that he was an enemy coming to take me against my will.
“Ain’t even tryna cover up all that fuckin’ thickness…” He bit his bottom lip then proceeded to step fully into my closet.
I pulled my shirt quickly over my head then fumbled with my sweats.
“I fasho feel some shit when I’m looking at you… it’s just too bad I can’t explore it anymore,” he continued.
Immediately, I was ashamed at how disappointed I felt hearing his confession of not wanting to explore anything with me. Why did I want him to in the first place? He was the exact kind of man that I told myself I would never entertain again. He was tempting as hell and arrogantly full of himself.
This man… this fine ass man, was here to kidnap me. He probably had his men beat my dad up and here I was standing half naked, sweats still clutched in my hands in front of him. I couldn’t even breathe properly because the sexual chemistry swirling between us was too much to inhale.
Instead of me saying a smart-ass comment, I decided to play a more dangerous game.
I blinked my eyes innocently then offered him one of my sly sexy smirks to fuck with him.
Slowly, and I do mean very slowly, I let my lips fall apart; my tongue traced the top of my lip before I turned on my heels, giving him my ass to view.
I made quick work of gathering my locs and wrapping them into a tight bun at the top of my head.
“Damnnn,” he grunted out from behind me.
Good! He’s still at a cool distance… I thought.