Amaris
A GOOD brEAK FROM SPIKE’S LOUNGE.
“When are you coming the fuck back?” Keisha’s high-pitched voice through the speaker phone broke me out of the daydream that I easily fell into.
I took a small sip of the Don Julio that I mixed with lemonade from Royal’s bar and smirked.
“Probably never. I love it here,” I said playfully, giggling.
“Oh bitch, please! Yo mean ass probably ain’t even let the nigga smell the pussy… you’ll be back home at Maniac’s soon. Shit, I need you back there to slap some sense into the nigga.” Keisha laughed, and I rolled my eyes hard at that.
I gave Royal the pussy to sniff, and he won’t inhale it… I thought before responding.
“Aht aht! I don’t get in the middle of you and my dad’s bullshit” I chuckled because Keisha always tried it with me. I made it clear to her so many times that I’d be a listening ear but never would I step into their shit.
I sat my half glass of drink down on the nightstand and laid back, looking up at the ceiling.
What I loved the most about Royal’s house was how regular and comfy it was.
It wasn’t overly luxurious. He had nice furniture, and it was spacious but not the kind of spacious house a man like him would usually have.
Royal lived in a five-bedroom flat. He had a large backyard and a huge master suite that I snuck inside of a couple times just to inhale the masculine scent of him.
A guest room that looked like it was used for kids since it had a bunk bed and gaming equipment inside.
The guestroom that I stayed in was formal, nothing extra about it.
I could tell nobody frequented here at all.
The entire place smelled faintly like weed, cologne, and teakwood candles that men swear they didn’t like but secretly loved. I liked that I didn’t have to walk too far, getting lost in long hallways like my father’s mansion. Everything was close by and accessible in Royal’s house.
My phone beeped, indicating another caller was on the other line. I saw my father’s name and immediately hit ignore like he’d done plenty of times. Most of those times, I was worried sick about him and his safety. Royal kidnapping me was really the reality check that me and him both needed.
I lazily twirled one of my locs that desperately needed retwisting and another color treatment done and sighed.
“Did you hear me?” Keisha asked.
“No,” I admitted.
“I said your daddy officially pissed me off!” She snapped.
I snorted softly, wasn’t shit new about that.
“What he do now.”
“He dropped off money to the lounge like he was paying me child support. Had the nerve to bring that bitch Oriana with him and left.” She simpered into the phone.
“So he brought his other main—”
“Not right now, Mari… My feelings hurt,” she cut me off.
I bit the inside of my lip then massaged the back of my neck.
Despite how dumb I thought Keisha had always been when it came to my dad, she was still a woman with feelings.
I felt for her but couldn’t feel too bad when she refused to stop messing with him.
She accepted the money, along with other women that he constantly flaunted around her.
It didn’t matter how many other men she fucked. My dad remained the same… unfazed.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked, not really knowing what else to say since I already knew her answer.
“I’m gon’ do me on his expense. It would just be nice to get a fuckin’ thank you… I’m basically running this shit since you been missing in action. The nigga acts entitled. He doesn’t even give a fuck about Spike’s lounge,” she spat bitterly.
That was the truth. I wouldn’t debate her on that when it tracked.
My father always disappeared into women whenever pressure got heavy or when he was simply bored.
It was like he needed constant distractions to avoid sitting with himself too long.
He loved the attention and praise from people that didn’t even matter.
Spike’s lounge was my baby, no doubt. I poured so much into it without him hardly give two shits about it. He bragged about all of his lounges, but Spike’s was the place he showed off the most, knowing damn well he didn’t put no sweat and tears into it.
“You okay?” I shifted to my side, leaning my face against my hand. “I’m going to get a retwist in the morning and I promise to clock back in on Tuesday.” I promised, sincerely worried about her now.
I knew Keisha well, and her feelings were valid, although they could have been avoided.
“Nah, I’m good… I’m used to the nigga. It’s just hard when you keep trying to cover up just how much in love you be with a nigga. I constantly set myself up to be in my feelings with Maniac…like, I hate myself sometimes for not being able to just let him go.” Her voice cracked.
“Real shit, Mari.” She smacked her lips. “I got a nice savings. I still look the fuck good, but I’m still stuck on hope with him… I even get so low with my thoughts that I start thinking into the future…when he finally get old and bed ridden and how he’ll finally be mine then.” She laughed weakly.
“Shit, even then… he’ll still have the money to switch me and whatever other bitch out at his bedside.” She let out a pathetic laugh.
Soon as the last word left her mouth, I sat all the way up because now she had me fucked up. One thing I couldn’t stand was the weak shit that she was spitting out.
“Bitch, is you smoking dope?” I blinked my eyes hard then thought I was seeing things.
“You and her probably smoking that shit together.”
“Ahhhh—”
“Shut the fuck up and get off the phone,” Royal’s deep voice cut through my panicked scream.
“Oh shit, big daddy home now! Talk to you laterrrr, love ya!” Keisha laughed through her words.
My heart beat hard as I looked down at the phone, pissed that Keisha hung up.
“Damn, why you just coming in here without knocking?” I rolled my eyes hard at him.
Needing to do something with my eyes and hands, I grabbed my drink off the nightstand.
Royal stood inside my room, free balling some light gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips carelessly.
All of his sexy chocolate was out on display, and I’ll be damned if my insides didn’t heat.
I couldn’t even blame the liquor for the crucial thump thudding between my legs.
All I saw when I looked at Royal, was a beautiful, rugged, handsome man. Rough around the edges with tattoos carved so elegantly into his skin to describe his life story. My eyes dragged across every hard line of muscle across his chest and stomach.
I felt embarrassed from salivating over him right in his face. He smelled good from across the room. Suddenly, I became aware of the thin nightgown I had on that was riding up my thighs. I sucked in a greedy gulp of air as my nipples hardened to aching points.
Damn Don Julio… I thought, needing to blame my raging hormones on something other than him.
“This my house, Breasturant… I walk in any room around here without knocking.”
I heard the words that came out of his mouth but still couldn’t stop myself from throwing one leg over the other. I squeezed them together to apply any type of friction to my pulsating clit.
A sensual chuckle left his full lips, he tugged the bottom of his beard and smirked cockily.
“You still here,” he said it as a fact.
“In the flesh.” I spread my hands and blinked once.
Royal moved further into the room slowly while I held my breath.
Normally, we say a few words in passing, and Royal hardly even acknowledged me like he was actually steering clear of my presence being in his personal space.
This appearance in my room with him closing the space between us, seemed intimate.
His cognac eyes had hunger in them, and the heavy thick print behind those thin ass sweat moved with each step he took, causing my mouth to water.
“Your room and board done expired weeks ago, Breasturant.” His jaw flexed as he stopped at the edge of the bed.
“I ain’t had to pay for pussy in a while… I guess I been on some celibate shit,” he continued.
I uncrossed my legs, rotated my neck, and kept my eyes on his tall frame.
“What that got to do with me?” I smirked.
Royal’s eyes boldly dropped down to my thighs again. He licked his bottom lip then tucked it in his mouth, saying nothing.
“Maybe next time you’ll think twice about kidnapping an innocent woman.
” I shrugged my shoulders, hoping the movement relaxed me.
“Got to be more careful next time… Too bad I actually ended up liking it here, so I’ve decided to extend my stay.
” I mimicked him by licking my lips seductively then tucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
Royal frowned, his abs flexed, and lord have mercy… I shouldn’t have looked down… His dick. The thickness and length bulged out his sweats, making my nipples harden to aching points. My thoughts spiraled as his masculine, woodsy scent made me feel high on lust.
“Fuck all that, spread yo legs,” he demanded.
Heat flooded straight through me before I submitted by doing exactly what he demanded.
“Spread them mutha fucka’s wider and lay all the way back,” he continued eyes hooded and low as he eyed me intensely.
I laughed softly because after the long run of my own celibacy, I was willing and ready to give this man all I had to offer with no regrets.
I was not about to play hard to get or act like my pussy hadn’t been a mess for weeks straight while he walked around his own house grumpy.
Royal acted like he didn’t want some of this big girl pussy, like he was so annoyed with my presence but couldn’t keep his dark eyes from wandering my way in the midst of his so-called frustration of me being here.
“Why all of a sudden…” My words trailed as the bed dipped.
“Doesn’t matter… you finna put it in my mouth like it belongs to me.”