Chapter 5
ARIELLE
My little mermaid.
Those three words hit me right in the heart as I stared up into his brown eyes framed by dark lashes.
There hadn’t been a day that I didn’t think about Mr. Kareem Spivy over the past two weeks. Hell, who was I kidding? There hadn’t been a minute when I didn’t think about him.
When I slipped out of his villa after a long night of the best dick I had ever had, I knew I needed to stay far away from his ass. He had all the makings to have me falling deep in love, and that scared the shit out of me.
Speaking of being scared of love, the most recent reason kept blowing my damn phone up. I felt it now, vibrating in the pocket of my baggy sweatpants. I fought the urge to roll my eyes as Kareem held my gaze.
“W-why are you here? What’s going on?” I glanced at the big man standing beside the sleek desk before I looked behind me at Sloane and my sister, Mariah.
They shrugged with confused looks on their faces.
I’d told them all about the man at the resort, but I never said his name.
The memory of me whimpering it while he slowly stroked me into oblivion kept me from speaking his name out loud again until a few seconds ago.
That cocky grin stretched across his face, and my pussy clenched.
Stop it, girl. Settle down, I coached my coochie as my eyes refused to look away from his handsome face.
“I own this building. I’m here to give you your keys.” He grabbed the keys from the desk behind him and dangled them in front of me.
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it was futile. “I don’t understand . . . You live here? In Desmore?”
He nodded. “And so it seems you do as well.”
“I mean . . . yes, but what are the odds?” I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I had met Kareem out of the country, at a beautiful resort, and we just so happened to live in the same city.
Not only that, but he also owned the new building I’d be living in.
I couldn’t believe that was true. This had to be a setup.
“Um, hi. Sorry to interrupt, but how do you know my sister?” Mariah asked as she stepped forward and stood next to me.
Kareem grinned down at me like he knew all my secrets. “You want to tell them, or should I?”
Somehow, I knew that if I let him tell it, he would tell it all. Every delicious detail about our night together.
I cleared my throat, and while still looking up at him, I responded to my sister. “This is Kareem, the man I met at the resort.”
“I know you fuckin’ lyin’!” Mariah exclaimed.
“Oh, this is too damn good to be true,” Sloane said from somewhere behind me.
“Look at God,” the other man in the room said.
“Big Homie definitely lookin’ out,” Kareem agreed, his eyes still on me.
“This can’t be real,” I muttered.
While my mind grasped at reasons for this to simply be a dream, happiness skyrocketed through my body.
I felt at war with myself. In my head, my reasons for sneaking out of his villa that night and avoiding him the rest of my stay were super valid.
I didn’t want to fall in love again. My mind didn’t, at least. My heart sang with recognition of Kareem, and I had to fight overtime not to fall into his arms or cheese all up in his handsome ass face.
“Oh, trust and believe, fate is very real, mama,” Kareem replied. Finally, his eyes peeled away from me for a split second as he addressed everyone else in the room. “Can y’all give us a minute?”
“We can give you an hour,” Mariah’s old traitorous ass chirped.
“Riah,” I hissed as I whirled around on her.
Kareem’s deep chuckle vibrated through my chest, and my eyes fell back on him. “A minute will do, but I ’preciate that.”
They filed out of the room while my eyes stayed on Kareem. I wasn’t sure I could look anywhere else, even if I wanted to. The idea of being alone with this man again caused my heart to swarm with a million thoughts scattered into unfinished fragments.
When the door shut behind me, Kareem’s hand found my waist and pulled me into him. I melted into him immediately and then cursed myself in my head. I tried to pull away to create some distance, but his hold on me felt ironclad.
“Bet you thought you would never see me again,” he murmured as he peered down at me.
My brows pulled in. “You sound like someone who had everything to do with this.” I still wasn’t convinced that this was a coincidence.
His head tilted back, and he laughed. Not one of his amused chuckles.
No, this laugh was straight from his belly, deep and genuine.
“I can promise yo’ lil sexy ass I ain’t have shit to do wit’ you moving into my property, but I ain’t about to sit here and pretend like I’m mad about it, either.
I ain’t like you.” He smirked when he finished his little speech, and I pouted.
“I’m not pretending anything. I’m just confused .
. . You really own this building?” I asked.
I had so many questions. Deep down, I wanted to know everything about this man.
The desire to know him had burned me so deeply when we met that I ran.
My scary ass ran far, far away. Or so I thought.
Never in a million years would I have thought he lived right here in Desmore Bay, my hometown.
“This one and a dozen others.”
“But . . . I spoke to someone else when I toured and signed the lease.” I shook my head as I tried to understand what this all meant.
“She quit. You done interrogatin’ me now? I have some questions of my own.”
I shivered. Something in me knew that whatever questions he had would be really personal. Slowly, I nodded. “Ask away.”
He turned me around so my ass hit the back of his desk.
“You gonna let me eat that pretty ass pussy real quick?”
My eyes damn near fell right out of my head. Out of all the things he could have asked, I never would have thought he’d ask me that.
“I . . . what?”
“It’s a yes or no question, mama.”
“Uh . . .”
He lifted me up so I sat down on the desk with my legs open. With all the confidence in the world, he dropped down into one of the chairs sitting in front of the desk and scooted it over so his face was closer to my leaking pussy.
“Yes or no, Arielle. My little mermaid,” he muttered as he played with the strings on my sweatpants.
Shit. How the hell could I say no when flashes of the last time he was in between my legs played in my mind like a damn porno?
“Yes—” Before I could get the word out properly, he snatched my sweatpants and my panties off and dove tongue first into my honeypot.
“I been dreamin’ ’bout this good shit.” He moaned before his tongue swirled around my clit.
My elbows dropped back and connected with the solid desk as I looked up at the ceiling in pure bliss.
One of my hands found the back of his head as my chest heaved.
This man had no idea that I had dreamed of this shit too.
His tongue was magical and wasn’t something I would soon forget.
There were days when I kicked myself for leaving his room like that and avoiding him.
Some nights I yearned for him so badly that I even tried to find him on social media but came up with nothing.
“You feel so good, Kareem,” I said through my labored breathing as I caressed his waves.
He stopped for a second to say, “Daddy. You call me daddy. You understand?”
I quickly nodded, but I didn’t think he even saw because his mouth latched back on to my clit. I’d call him whatever the hell he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.
And he didn’t. He kept going until I came and then kept going still until I came again. The second orgasm came with a rush of liquids seeping out of me and onto his face, the desk, and dripping onto the floor.
Kareem moaned as he licked his lips and then helped me sit up straight. I watched as he stood, adjusted his hard dick in his black slacks, and then walked behind the desk to grab some tissues.
He handed some to me first and then used a few to wipe his face. “Let me give you your keys so you can clean up properly, but Mermaid?”
“Yes?” I asked with a waver in my tone. I cleared my throat and mentally coached myself to get a damn grip.
“I’ma need you to handle that later.” He pointed down at the large bulge in his pants. I swallowed as the memory of his big ass dick in my hands flashed through my mind. “Now that I know where you live, I ain’t comin’ up off you.”
“I suppose I don’t have a say in the matter?” I asked, already knowing the answer and honestly not really caring too much if I didn’t have a say. My mind was slowly losing this battle, and my heart currently did a happy tap dance inside my chest.
He grinned, and without responding to my question, he asked, “You got movers?”
His question threw me for a loop. “Yeah?” It was more of a question because I was confused about why he would ask me that.
He walked back around the desk and cupped my cheek. “Good, then I feel aight about finishing up my workday before I slide back through here. You need anything?”
“N-no,” I stuttered. His presence was so commanding, but his genuine care for me slammed into me hard as hell. I had the feeling that I could ask him to unpack my entire big ass U-Haul by himself while I sat back and ate pizza, and he would—happily.
“Give me your phone,” he demanded, throwing me for a loop once again.
I pointed at my sweats on the floor. “It’s in there.”
He bent and grabbed my clothes before he fished around in my pockets. After retrieving my phone, he looked down at it and frowned. I saw Donzelle’s name flash on the screen. It stopped before Kareem could answer it, like he had when AJ called while we were at the resort.
He grunted and handed me my phone. “Unlock it.” I did what he asked and then hopped off the desk so I could put my panties and sweats back on. Kareem stopped me before I could slide my panties on. “Gimme those.”
“You want my underwear?”
He nodded sharply, and I shook my head incredulously before I balled my pink panties up and handed them to him.
Kareem stuffed them into his pocket nonchalantly while he looked at my phone.
After a minute, he handed the phone back to me, and I saw that he programmed his number and texted himself.
When I saw what he set his name as, I snorted.
Mr. All You Need.
“Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll see you later. Keep that thang juicy for daddy.” He patted my pussy through my sweatpants before he opened his office door.
I felt stuck for a moment as I looked at Kareem.
He was so sure of himself. So calm and collected like this wasn’t a bizarre fluke.
Finally, I slowly walked by him and out of the office.
As I passed him, he handed me the keys that he must have swiped from the desk.
Kareem slapped my ass and grabbed the back of my neck before I could fully step out of the office.
“You gonna call daddy if you need somethin’? ”
My thirsty ass pussy clenched. “Yeah.”
“Even if it’s small? Like you breaking a nail or some shit? I wanna know if yo’ damn AC ain’t workin’ so I can fire the HVAC niggas. Whatever you need, Mermaid. You got it?”
I nodded, still in a daze. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I knew what he wanted to hear, and my looney ass was more than happy to say it. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good fuckin’ girl. Got my dick hard as hell.”
I giggled, because what the fuck else could I do? This was entirely too much. Before he could say anything else crazy or tempt me any further, I rushed toward the front door and took in a deep breath as soon as I was outside.
My brother was the first person at my side.
He’d been sitting with the U-Haul while we came in to grab my keys.
I silently thanked God that he didn’t meet Kareem just yet.
AJ’s crazy ass had hounded me about the man who answered my phone when I was out of town.
I had to talk him down from spazzing out completely on more than one occasion surrounding that situation.
“You good, Rielle?” he asked as he patted my back.
I offered him a weak smile and held my keys up. “Got my keys. Let’s lock the U-Haul up and go check the place out while we wait for the movers.”
AJ eyed me for a minute before he nodded. He walked back toward the truck while Mariah and Sloane swarmed me.
“She got that freshly fucked face,” Sloane whispered.
“Don’t she?” Mariah agreed.
“Oh, fuck off.” I grumbled as I pushed them away and walked back into the lobby of the apartment complex.
Thankfully, Kareem was nowhere to be seen. Neither was his friend. AJ met us in the lobby, and I walked them toward the elevator so we could get a move on with this day.
I wasn’t fooling myself at all. I wanted to rush this shit so I could see Kareem.
God worked in weird ass ways, but this time, I was a little curious to see where this led me.
Not wanting a relationship be damned, at this point.
Kareem Spivy had found me, and there was no way to hide anymore. I accepted that . . . happily.