Chapter 9 #2
“I don’t want to make love to you tonight, Stassi,” he said further explaining.
“A nigga just want to watch love make you.” Smooth-ass rapper shit.
Day had a way with words, and apparently, a way with women because he had two of the baddest playing out the fantasy in his head.
“Easiest money you ever made,” he said. “Tell me how it feels, Stass?”
“Sooooo fuckingggg good,” she moaned. “Agh!”
Stassi’s pussy exploded. Again.
“Good girl,” he whispered, moving her hair out her face as she heaved in lust. “Good fucking girl.” He stood straight up and headed for the door.
“You’re leaving?” Stassi asked.
“This was school, Stass. Now that a nigga learned what you like, I know what to do with you,” he answered. “Enjoy yourself. It’s a beautiful fucking sight,” he said, shaking his head. He motioned to Livi. “Let me holla at you.”
Livi’s walk away was flawless as she headed to Day’s side.
He took her lips in his, devouring her, and then he looked at Stassi in surprise.
“So fucking sweet,” he said, wiping his lips with his thumb.
“Isn’t she though,” Livi agreed.
“Don’t leave no meat on that bone, Liv. Make her cry real good.” And with that, he was gone.
Stassi awoke to the sound of Livi moving around the room.
The hangover and remnants of sex caused her to groan as she rolled over onto her side.
Livi giggled. “You don’t have to go through the ‘I can’t believe I did that’ thing with me,” Livi said. “We did it, and anytime you want to do it again, I’m game. You have to admit, sex with a woman is so much better.”
Stassi blushed. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, using the white sheet to cover her body.
“It was so much better,” she laughed shyly.
Livi smiled, slipped into her clothes, then pointed to the closet.
“Day’s people dropped off clothes. They’re in the closet.
The room is paid for. His card is on file.
If you want food or anything just charge it to the room.
I’ve got to get to my shop. If you’re ever in the area, come by.
I’ll hook you up,” Livi said. She pulled out a card and handed it to Stassi; suddenly, she knew where she had seen Livi before.
She was a popular stylist in the city. She worked on all the big celebs and money men’s girlfriends and wives.
The infamous Margo White had trained her, but when Margo had passed away, Livi had taken over her clientele and upgraded the salon to a luxury experience.
“Thanks, I will,” Stassi said.
Livi looked flawless as she hoisted her Dior tote bag onto her shoulder.
“Good luck with Day. He likes you. He’s different with you,” Livi said, giving a knowing look to Stassi.
“Different?”
“Day has never not gotten his when we’ve brought girls back for a sleepover.
This shit is for him and he ain’t no gentle-ass nigga.
He likes to fuck and fuck hard. He was jealous last night.
He’s a nigga, so it turned him on, of course, but behind all that lust was awe and jealousy.
That’s why he left. He almost couldn’t stand to hear you cum at the hands of someone else.
He’s intrigued with you in a different way, Stassi.
I’ve never really seen him disarmed the way he was last night.
Better use that shit to your advantage.”
“How do you not care? That he likes me? That he sleeps with other women? That he pays for it?” Stassi asked, perplexed.
“Baby girl, men like Day don’t belong to nobody. That nigga’s for the streets, and that street money is for me. I ain’t no pick-me-ass bitch. I have mutual understandings with men I date, and I keep that shit moving. That’s how you avoid a broken heart.”
“So you don’t want love?” Stassi asked.
Livi got quiet and thought about her answer. Stassi could tell there was someone, somewhere, that she did want that from.
“Not from Day,” Livi finally responded. “I’ll see you around, love.”
Stassi watched Livi walk out, and then she flopped back on the plush bed. An alert went off on her phone and she rolled over to check it.
Chase Banking Alerts?
The deposit into her account made her sit right back up in disbelief.
“How the hell did he even get my account info?”
It didn’t matter now. She was in and in deep. It was too late to turn back.
Late nights, early mornings were the story of Lauren’s life.
She sipped the coffee while staring out of her office window while her client went off in her ear.
There was always a panicked client; this one was a rep from the BET Awards that was panicking because the event was transitioning from in-person to virtual.
“A virtual event is easier to execute, actually. I have extensive experience in coordinating that. The most challenging part is making sure all the celebs show. If we organize a massive and unforgettable incentive program, they will take the time to show for their performances and their awards. The audience attends at home right from their screens,” Lauren explained.
The knock at her door spun her around and she smiled when she saw Nyair. He was casual in denim, a fitted white tee, and black Alexander McQueen boots. A pea coat completed his look.
She shook her head in disbelief. She didn’t even mean to.
He was so attractive to her. She didn’t know if it was his obvious physique that just broke through everything he wore or the tattoos on his forearms that were an oxymoron for a man of God, but he was just magnetic.
She held up a finger for him as she finished her call.
“I tell you what. You give me a list of names of the talent, and I’ll handle luring them there.
I know a few people in the music industry that can flex a little muscle to make sure everyone is cooperative,” Lauren assured.
She glanced at Nyair as he walked over to her bookshelf and picked up the frame of her with DJ.
It was his ass for her. Football Sunday was her favorite day of the week because the legs and behinds on those players made her think of being picked up and fucked.
Her thoughts were so impure that she had to unbutton the top button of her blouse and fan herself.
Helllll, you’re going to helllll.
She listened to the person blab in her ear, and then she ended the call. “Okay, I’ll check in with you soon. Have a great day. Bye.” Then her focus was on the good pastor. Good Lord, why did he have to be a pastor?
“So sorry to keep you waiting. Work just don’t quit,” Lauren said.
“It does, when you do,” Nyair said, that half-smile, half lip bite he did was giving everything it was supposed to.
“Well, how can I when I’m squeezing in a whole banquet, sir?” Lauren asked.
“Touché,” he said, nodding and laughing. “Well, have you eaten? You got to do that, right? We can discuss more details over lunch.”
“I don’t think I need help with the details, but I’ll definitely take you up on the food. I don’t have a bunch of time, though,” she said.
“It doesn’t have to be fancy,” Nyair said. “I legit could just watch you eat a burger and fry in your Chanel.”
She laughed. “You don’t eat greasy-ass burgers when you wear Chanel. One ketchup stain and the whole suit is ruined.”
He laughed.
“God, a burger does sound good, though. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a burger? I stay on a diet.”
“For no good reason,” Nyair snickered. “Ain’t no diet necessary over there.”
Is he flirting with me? She thought. She didn’t know why she was shocked. Spending years in a marriage had made her forget that she had once been the catch. She was the girl with options. Now, she was the woman with this grown-ass man’s full attention on her, and it felt glorious.
He opened his passenger door, and she slid into the seat.
When he climbed inside, his cologne drowned her.
He smelled like a man. She couldn’t guess which scent he was wearing because it was different than the one he had worn a few days ago.
She didn’t know which one was her favorite.
One made her heart do pitter-patters; the other made her pussy react.
Why this man got to be a pastor? God, is this a joke? Are you torturing me?
“How are you? Like, how’s your spirit? You feel good today,” Ny asked as he pulled into traffic.
She paused. People just didn’t ask her that. Her spirit? She barely took the time to acknowledge her spirit, so the fact that he was interested in keeping tabs was extremely considerate.
“No one has ever asked me that.”
“So I need to ask it often is what you’re saying?” Nyair was all gentleman, but the edge was what added sex appeal.
“Maybe,” she said. “We’d have to talk often for that to happen.”
“Consider it done.”
Schoolgirl crush. That’s what this felt like. It was refreshing.
“Men and their empty promises,” she said. She was only half-joking. She had bought into a lot of empty promises over the years.
“I don’t know nothing about those,” Nyair said.
He said it confidently, like he meant it.
“Good.”
Nyair pulled into the burger joint, and they climbed out.
“They don’t have an inside lobby or a drive-thru? What kind of hole-in-the-wall is this? Lauren asked. She pulled her coat tighter. Winter was unkind, and standing outside for a burger was not the move.
“Yo, don’t be disrespectful. This is Northside’s finest.” He stepped up to the little window.
“Pastor Ny! My man. You got this pretty lady out here in the snow!”
“These burgers worth it, Big Mac,” Nyair answered.
The older man had gotten the nickname in his younger years by claiming to be the originator of the famous megachain sandwich.
“You know I got to pull up on you and make sure you’re good, though.
You’re still doing alright, right? Making your meetings? ”