Chapter 15 #5
“Nah, I’m bullshitting. I’m bullshitting,” he said, joining in her laughter. “This is smooth. Not too much pressure. Good food. Easy conversation. It’s a good night.”
“Go easier on me, Grayson. My heart can’t take too much rejection,” she teased.
The conversation was easy, and Stassi appreciated that there was no pressure to this date. The comfort of her home made her feel like she was in control—home court advantage and such.
“I think I’m the one who should be worried about rejection.”
Stassi leaned against the back of her chair and faced him. Her thighs were between his as they stared at one another.
“Why don’t we just make some rules to this thing right here and now? That way, we’re on the same page, and nobody ends up feeling a way,” she said.
“A dating contract?” he asked.
“An understanding,” she corrected.
“I like that. Let’s do it,” he agreed.
“Rule one,” she started. “We will be honest with each other, even when it’s hard.”
He nodded and refilled their glasses.
“Well, that works for me, but you’ve already started off bad on that. Your word ain’t good,” he said.
She frowned and jerked her neck back. “I ain’t even known you long enough to have had the opportunity to lie,” she said.
“Well, you did,” he said, shrugging nonchalantly.
She was so offended that she placed her glass down. “What are you talking about?” Stassi asked.
“It was you who said I could choose my menu tonight, right? Have whatever I wanted,” he said.
“Nigga, I know you not talking about me substituting the cabbage for greens. The store was out of cabbage, and that’s petty,” she argued.
She looked around the table at a loss for words, trying to figure out what she hadn’t delivered.
“And a little ungrateful. Do you know how long it took me to cook this? What else do you want to eat?”
He leaned into her space. “Wouldn’t mind tasting you. If we are following rule number one and keeping it honest.”
Stassi forgot to exhale. She was speechless.
Her cheeks warmed, and she just knew they were red, giving away her embarrassment.
She bit her bottom lip as his hand trailed up her thigh.
Her chest heaved in anticipation as he reached her panties.
He slid her panties aside, and a slight hint of recognition flashed across his face when his finger connected with the silky wetness between her legs.
He found her clit and then trailed that finger down her slit before pulling his hand back.
As if he had just swiped his finger through a freshly iced cake, he put it in his mouth.
Her whole pussy jolted as he tasted her.
“Ain’t nothing left to do after that, but fuck,” she said.
The laugh that erupted from him was contagious and she laughed too.
“I’m patient. I just wanted a sample. Give me something to look forward to,” Grayson said, smiling. “Don’t want to apply no pressure.”
“A little pressure might be okay. Likeee, so a little dick would definitely be something I’d overthink in the morning, but a little head, I wouldn’t even think twice about,” she said playfully.
“A little head, huh?” he shot back in amusement as he got down on his knees. She pinched her fingers together.
“I’m just saying, if you want to give your compliments to the chef. That’s the currency I heard she accepts,” Stassi said.
He lowered his head and lifted her dress, pooling it around her belly. He pulled her panties between her slit and shook his head as she wet the fabric.
“A woman’s body is amazing. You know how inaccessible water is?
And you make it. Like magic. All a man got to do is know how to turn the faucet on.
” His baritone was laced with lust as he pulled her panties down, removing them.
It was his pace. He didn’t rush. He was eager but not thirsty.
He made her wait for his touch, and it was torture.
She felt every nerve ending on her body as it begged for attention.
Her clit pulsed. She could feel it jumping all over the place.
He had her in a desperate way. He pulled her onto the edge of the chair and lowered his head to blow gently on her clit.
The sensation of cool air against her wet center made her clit pebble hard.
“Pretty as hell everywhere,” he complimented.
The knock at the door was like an alarm clock crashing into a wet dream.
“What the entire fuck?” she shouted in frustration as he lowered her dress.
“You expecting someone?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she fussed. She stood, practically stomping her way to the door in protest. She was pretty sure he was about to deliver the best fucking head of her life, and the moment had been ruined.
Grayson took a seat on the couch as she went to the door.
When she peeked out the peephole, her heart sank. Day stood outside her door, hands in his pockets, waiting impatiently like the arrogant asshole he was.
“Anastassia, open the door. I know you’re home. The car I bought you is sitting right out front.”
“Shit,” she whispered, shaking her head as she glanced back at Grayson. He stood.
She didn’t know why her heart was racing. She felt like she had been busted; like she was caught up, cheating on her man.
“I’ma let you handle your business,” Grayson said as he picked up his phone and wallet from the table.
“No, you don’t have to leave. I want you here,” she said. “Just give me a second.”
Fuck that, I don’t owe his ass no explanation, she thought. She pulled open the door, and instead of inviting him inside, she stepped into the hallway.
“You need to leave, Day,” she said, crossing her arms and side-stepping him as he tried to reach for her.
“You know I can’t really figure out the hold you have over me,” Day said. He shifted nervously and stared down at his Prada boots before meeting her glower.
Stassi scoffed. “You’re so full of shit. You barely spoke to me at the funeral, and then you left with someone else. I ain’t heard from you. You’re so hot and fucking cold, and I don’t have time…”
“That was business,” he said.
“Sure, business,” she answered.
“I fuck with you, Anastassia,” Day said.
“What does that mean? Do you even know?” she asked.
“Man, why we doing this out here? Can we go inside and argue? You can cuss a nigga out. I can say I’m sorry, and I can proceed with making you call a nigga name,” Day stated.
His arrogance was such a fucking turn-on.
“Because we both know where our fights lead to. A nigga fight with your ass on purpose just to get to that.” He backed her against the door.
“Nothing happened with me and Da’vi. My head is fucked up.
I lost my nephew. I just want to be under you for a minute.
Or inside you. Just let me, Anastassia. Let’s just fuck and forget the world. ”
“No, Day,” she said, putting her hand to his chest and softly pushing him away. “No.”
He stepped back, and she could see his bruised ego.
The audacity for him to be confused pissed Stassi clean off.
“Go and play with somebody else, Day. Like, for real. You think I didn’t see the little blog post about the car you gave that girl?
She posted it, and the blogs ate it up. She posted you or what looked like a silhouette of you.
I don’t know. I’m sure she snuck the picture, but it was you.
You’re there, you’re here, and who knows who else is in rotation.
Nigga, you out here everywhere. And I’m not interested. You can have the car back…”
“Don’t play with me. Ain’t nobody taking no fucking car back from you, Anastassia.
That girl is business. She just wants a little clout.
I’m not fucking her. I haven’t fucked her.
Damn near don’t even like the girl,” Day said.
Neither Stassi nor Day could believe he was even doing all this explaining.
“Doesn’t even matter. You clearly don’t like me either,” she responded.
The door opened behind her, and she ceased to exist. Somebody may as well have dug a grave because she died in that very spot. Grayson emerged from her place.
“Stassi, I’ma go. Just want to make sure you’re good,” Grayson said.
“Fuck is this nigga, man?” Day asked.
“You don’t have to go,” Stassi said.
“Nah, bruh, you should. Like now, before shit get thick, dawg,” Day stated in irritation.
Grayson scoffed. He wasn’t moved or intimidated, but Stassi prayed that Day had left his gun in the car.
She didn’t see an ounce of bitch in Grayson, and she knew exactly how Day got down.
This could go bad quickly. “Rule number one,” Grayson said to Stassi.
“When you wrap this up, you know where to find me. But before I go, are you good here?”
“If she ain’t good, I promise you can’t do shit about it,” Day stated. “Get the fuck gone, nigga, before I lose my shit out here.”
“I’m fine, and I’m so sorry,” she said, stepping between them. “I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll call you later once I handle this.”
“Thank you for dinner.” He kissed her cheek and then walked by Day, stopping in front of him.
“Might wanna look a nigga up before you let your temper get you into something you can’t get out of.
” With that, he left. He was a grown-ass man.
No need to beef with Day. No need to cause a scene.
He didn’t even seem upset. He just left them to handle what was clearly a pressing situation.
“He’s a fucking city official, Day! What the fuck is wrong with you? Popping up here! Causing a scene? After the shit you pulled at the funeral?”
“I don’t give a fuck who that nigga is. You fucking him?” Day asked. “Cuz I promise, I’m taking issue with any nigga falling in that. It’s that good, my baby, and that’s how I’m coming behind it.”
Stassi hated that his toxic ass turned her on. She had just been entertaining a perfect gentleman, but God, this street shit made her wet.
“Let me be clear with you, Day. I like you. I may have even thought I had feelings for you, but every time I let my guard down, you fuck up. So, nah, we’re not doing this.”
“It’s just a lifestyle, Stassi. It’s not real. The shit is smoke and mirrors. I’m a rapper and a music mogul. It’s gon’ be a lot of speculation. You got to be able to handle that.”
“I can’t handle it. I’m telling you now. So, let’s just not. You have a good night, Day,” Stassi said, shaking her head. “And thanks for ruining mine.”
“Proudly ruined that shit,” Day stated unapologetically. “Corny-ass nigga. Sleep tight. Good and lonely. Let me know when you done being mad. Stubborn ass.”
She was annoyed that he was annoyed because how dare he feel a way about a game he started.
He walked into her space and gripped her face, kissing her lips. “I swear you give me a fucking headache, Anastassia. Fix your attitude.”
“Nah, how about you fix your fucked-up actions that’s making me catch an attitude,” she shouted.
He backpedaled and then pushed out of the door that led to the stairwell.
He was too mad to even wait for the elevator.
She shook her head. Her life was a mess, and she knew she would have to hold on tight to her boundaries because Day had a way of finessing her.
He was so charming, so good at seduction.
She wanted him. Even now. Even still. She knew all it took was a night in his bed to make her feel better, but she needed more from him.
She needed consistency, and she wasn’t even sure if he was capable of that.
A man like Grayson stood on that. No way was she settling for less.