Chapter 17 #2
After that first interaction with her, we kept crossing paths. I started to feel like this shit with her and I was destined.
Maybe I should’ve left Layloni alone and stayed focused on Prince.
That’s what my attention should’ve been on.
Because if something ever happened to Layloni because of the life I lived… I knew I’d never forgive myself for it.
Shaking the heavy thoughts from my head, I glanced down at my phone. I had three missed calls from one of the women I entertained, Estelle.
She was forty years old, fine in her own grown woman way, and well established. The type of woman who had her life together and liked to enjoy herself when the work week was over. We kicked shit on the weekends and randomly during the weekday whenever time permitted.
Estelle wasn’t needy. She didn’t ask too many questions or get in my business the way I preferred it to be. She was a cold freak with no limitations in the bedroom, that’s what kept me going back every time.
My phone went off again, this time I frowned because it was like Estelle at all to blow up my phone especially if I didn’t answer the first time. I chuckled wryly before answering, it seemed like women had an intuition when another woman stepped on the scene.
“Yo.”
“Damn, King,” she sighed on the other end. “I been sitting here waiting for you to hit me back. I wanted a session tonight, but not too late since I have work early morning.”
“Can’t do it, Estelle. I’ll hit you another time.” I didn’t give her time to respond.
I pressed the end button then tucked my phone back into my pocket.
“You don’t want me entertaining another nigga in front of you, but you answering the phone for one of your hoes.”
“I’m not an entertainer.” My eyes roamed her body up and down.
“Whatever,” She waved her hand at me dismissively then stomped her sassy ass around. “I don’t even know why I’m here wasting my time with you. Just know I’m on whatever the fuck you on, playa.” She pursed her lips before snatching my dresser drawer open.
“You a woman, I’m a man… remember that shit.”
She stopped rummaging through my drawer to shoot me a nasty look.
“I wanted to give you a body massage but you fucking that up.” I continued.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t need a massage from you when I can have Monty or somebody else give me one.” She stated evenly.
“Layloni?” My jaw ticked.
“Yea King?” she answered, already sounding irritated.
“Why the fuck you like to play childish ass games?” I asked, feeling that familiar frustration creep up my spine.
The last thing I wanted to do was argue with her fine ass, but her mouth was making that shit impossible.
She stood there in front of my dresser, digging through my drawer like she was looking for treasure instead of clothes.
“Close my damn drawer,” I demanded.
She kept standing there like she ain’t hear me, folding my clothes back wrong and shit.
Knowing damn well what I wanted.
“Stubborn ass,” I muttered under my breath. “Always got some slick shit to say.”
I nodded toward the bed.
“Go lay yo ass on yo stomach so I can rub you down, man.”
She turned around slowly, giving me that look. The one where her eyebrows lifted just a little and her lips twisted like she debated with arguing back with me.
“Now you want to rub me down.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah rub you down, tryna do something special for yo mean ass.”
She watched me, still skeptically.
“King… you don’t gotta—”
“Lay yo ass down, Layloni.” My voice softened a little.
She studied my face for a second like she was trying to figure out if I was serious.
Then she sighed.
“Whatever.”
She dropped the towel, my mouth watered as she strutted away from my dresser.
Layloni sexily crawled onto the bed, then laid on her stomach across my dark sheets.
Her thick body stretched out in front of me, and I swear the sight alone had my mind going places it didn’t need to go.
Her back curved beautifully, the way her wide hips spread, and ass poked stirred my loins.
Damn.
I poured some oil into my palm, rubbed my hands together before I stepped up beside the bed. The oil warmed between my hands before I placed them gently on her shoulders. Her skin was soft and smooth.
She flinched slightly at first, probably not expecting me to be as gentle with my hands. Once she settled from my touch, I started working the oil into her muscles slowly, pressing my thumbs along the tight spots near her shoulder blades.
Layloni let out a small breath.
“Mm…”
That little sound made something shift inside my chest.
“You tight as hell,” I said.
“I know,” she sighed. “I’ve been working a lot.”
My hands moved down her back, I spread the oil across her skin. It left her glowing under the soft light coming through the window.
“You work too damn hard,” I said quietly.
She didn’t answer right away. I could feel the tension slowly leaving her body as my hands moved lower, kneading the muscles along her back.
“Somebody gotta do it,” she finally said.
“My shop ain’t gonna run itself.”
I smirked slightly.
“Yeah, you a boss now.” I smirked.
She turned her head a little to look at me.
“Don’t start that.” She gave me a pointed look.
“What?” I frowned.
“You say it like you surprised.” She sounded slightly offended.
“Not surprised.”
Just proud… I thought.
I moved my hands lower and pressed gently along the curve of her lower back. Her body relaxed more under my touch.
“You always like this?” she asked softly.
“Like what?”
“This attentive and sweet.” She rested her face to the side and closed her eyes.
I chuckled under my breath.
“Nah.” I chuckled.
She laughed a little.
“I was about to say.” She giggled bashfully.
My hands slid down to her hips, slowly working the oil into the soft skin there. Her thick body shifted slightly under my hands.
Finally she spoke again.
“I’m cutting Monty off,” She stated above a whisper.
“I didn’t like how he just let you snatch me away from him.”
“That’s a good ass decision, especially based upon the new terms and conditions that I added to the contract.”
She stared at me like I was crazy.
“You need help.” She laughed then turned her head the other way.
“I probably do, baby.” I eased my hands up her back then slid both underneath her rolls.
“You seem like the type that need some shit written on paper since you don’t understand the terms and conditions obvious between us… Don’t trip though, I’ll get Rellianah to get some shit in writing for you.”
She laughed softly, as I tugged at her rolls then kneaded them. For a moment the room got quiet again.
“Why you really messing with me, King?”
That question made my hands pause. I looked down at her relaxed thick body then
answered her honestly.
“Because from the first time I saw you… something about you stuck with me.”
She didn’t say nothing back so I continued to express myself hoping that she’d understand.
“That day at the diner,” I said quietly. “When you looked at me… I saw something in your eyes.”
“What?”
“Pain.” I answered.
Her body stiffened a little.
“But you still stood there smiling,” I continued. “Still doing your job like the world wasn’t heavy on your shoulders.”
My hands moved slowly across her back again.
“And I remember thinking… damn she beautiful and thick as fuck, what’s her story… I wondered if you could overcome it too.”
Layloni didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then she whispered softly into the pillow.
“I’ve overcome a lot King.” She simpered out.
“I know, and that’s what I love the most about you.”