Chapter 11
Xai
After feasting on Adora’s sweet pussy until she wet my face up, I used all of my fucking strength to lay next to her and just sleep.
Every inch of me wanted to be deep inside of her sweet pussy but I refrained and cursed myself out the whole fucking time for not having a condom.
Around midnight, we fell asleep with her laying on my chest and we woke up the same way about thirty minutes ago.
“Breakfast instead of brunch?” she asks when I walk out of the bathroom. This morning, her curves aren’t hiding in a pair of sweats. They are on full display in the green and black dress, hugging her body. “My baby girl just called and she’s ready for me to get them,” she adds.
“For baby girl, we can cancel. I don’t want to keep you from them.”
“She just woke up and my bestie is taking them to get breakfast. She’s fine. Plus, we have to eat too,” she says while stepping toward me. “There’s a restaurant in the lobby or we can do Redmond’s; they have breakfast on the weekends.”
Her arms wrap around my neck and mine go around her waist. Adora has me hooked already.
After just one night with her, I’m all in.
I want whatever she’s offering and I’ll say yes to any fucking thing she wants, anything.
I’ve kissed and claimed both sets of her soft ass lips; I ain’t letting up off her.
“I’m cool with whatever you choose. I’ve already checked you out, so we can go,” I tell her.
“Already checked me out?” she questions with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah. The iPad by the bed flashed with a reminder so I handled that.”
While squinting, she tilts her head to the side then drops her shoulders.
“What did you do?” she asks before looking at the table by the bed.
After grabbing the iPad and checking it, she turns to face me with a huge smile on her face.
“Xai!” she exclaims. “You didn’t have to pay for my room and my spa treatments. My card was on file but thank you.”
“You let me crash in on your little stay-in vacation so I had to.”
Still smiling, she places the iPad back on the table and looks back at me. “A staycation,” she says, playfully correcting me. “But for real, thank you so much, for everything. You really made my weekend.” She leans in and kisses me.
“You can drunk text me anytime.”
“Tipsy text,” she insists. “Let’s get food though. We can do breakfast at Redmond’s and I’m paying.”
“We’ll see,” I say, knowing I’m not letting her pay.
“I’m paying,” she insists before pecking my lips again.
“You ready?” I ask as I stand.
“Yeah, I just need to add one thing to my bag.”
She walks back into the bathroom then walks out seconds later with a small bag in her hand.
She adds it to her luggage open on the bed then closes it.
When she starts to lift it from the bed, I stop her and grab the handle, following her out of the bedroom and suite.
Since we both valeted and she has to get her daughters after we eat, we take our own rides to Redmond’s.
When we pull up, it’s as crowded as expected. Redmond’s is one of the oldest and most popular restaurants in the city and the food is good as hell. I spot someone leaving a parking space up front, so I wave her toward it then find one in the back of the lot. After I park, I meet her in the line.
“You’ve had their breakfast?” she asks.
“Yeah, too many times. There should be a picture of me on that wall,” I tease as I nod toward the wall of fame that features local celebrities and athletes. “I can’t do shit in the kitchen but I have to eat. This is the best thing next to home cooking.”
“I can cook but I can’t make croquettes and my grits never turn out like theirs,” she says.
“That’s what you’re getting?”
“Absolutely. Salmon croquettes and grits with cheese. It’s the best. What are you getting?”
“I don’t know yet,” I admit because I can smash anything on this menu.
By the time we make it to the counter though, I decide on fried chicken wings and eggs with potatoes.
She orders her croquettes and we both get the lemonade.
While she tries to pull her shit out of her bag to pay, I pull a fifty out and pay.
I grab our order number and we find a table in the middle by the wall.
Adora grabs the plasticware and a bottle of hot sauce when we pass the self-serve area, then we sit.
“Thanks again but I told you I had breakfast,” she says after sipping from her cup.
“Nah. You keep your bread for you and your daughters. You sure you don’t want to get something for them?” I ask.
“They’re having breakfast with my bestie.” She pulls out her cell, glances at it, then places it on the table. On the screen, there’s a picture of her and two pretty little girls with her face and eyes.
“Your daughters?” I ask, nodding toward her screen.
“Oh yeah. I haven’t shown you my babies,” she gushes as she rotates the phone. “This is my baby, Romi, and that’s Averi.”
“They’re really pretty,” I comment.
“Thank you. They’re my whole heart. God did his big one when he made me their mother,” she says, still flashing her beautiful smile.
“That was fast,” she says abruptly and I look up and see a server with our food.
The server holds out the plate with Adora’s food first. “Right here,” Adora tells her.
After placing Adora’s food in front of her, the server places my plate and bowl in front of me.
We both bow our heads and I utter a quick prayer before eating.
Everything is natural as fuck with Adora, even eating.
When she cuts a piece of her croquette and holds her fork out for me to taste it, I don’t even blink before eating it.
She grabs one of my wings and takes the drum part for herself too. Before she eats it, she laughs.
“My bad. I’m so used to sharing food with my girls.
I can’t help it. I like to have a little of everything,” she says.
“If it bothers you, I’ll try to stop.” She tastes the chicken then says, “I’ll try that next time.
I kind of want to taste your potatoes too.
That wing is good.” Saying the word next time grants her access to my whole damn plate.
I push it toward her so she can get some of the potatoes.
While laughing, she says, “I’m not going to eat them all. ”
“You straight. Next time, I’ll order extra potatoes,” I tell her.
“So you do want to see me again?”
“I’m selfish; I want to see your pretty face every day,” I admit and she smiles.
“I like that. We can work something out.”
“Every day is my preference but I know you got your job and your daughters. I’m on whatever time you’re on. What you give me, I’ll take.”
She forks a few more of my potatoes then slides my plate back over to me.
She finishes about half of her food and I kill all of mine.
After getting a small to-go container, she packs her food and I drop a bill on the table for the tip.
Then we leave the restaurant. I walk her to her ride, and when we’re almost to it, we hear a male voice calling her name.
“Adora! A! A!” he yells and we turn to see some busta walking over to us.
“Shit,” Adora huffs, then shakes her head. Annoyance and anger is plastered all over her face and I don’t like that shit at all.
“You know him?” I ask right before he approaches.
“You foul as fuck, Adora. This why you can’t give my—” he begins but I shut his ass down because he’s being disrespectful as shit and has too much bass in his voice.
“Ay, my man. Calm down and lower yo’ fucking voice,” I grit.
“Who the fuck is you?” he asks.
“The nigga telling yo’ ass to step the fuck back. ’Cause you not ’bout to talk to her like that,” I say sternly.
“Adora, man, you need to tell this—” He tries to speak to her again, and again, I check him.
This time, I step in front of her, directly in his face. The mug on his face drops and I just shake my head. When I was in the street, I dealt with clowns like him, all bark and no fucking bite. The words never match their heart or energy.
“I promise, this ain’t what you want. Wrong place and wrong fucking time. Back up. Go on to wherever the fuck you were headed before you thought it was a good idea to step to her on this shit,” I warn, and just like I suspected, his bitch ass cowers.
“I ain’t got time for this shit,” he says then steps back and quickly dips.
“Thank you,” she sighs when I turn back to her.
“That’s Rush’s cousin,” she says. I’m sure my face registers that I don’t know who the fuck Rush is because she quickly adds, “Rush, the girls’ dad.
He’s locked up and I’m not accepting his calls or visiting him anymore.
He’s using his family to try and reach me. ”
“And they all coming at you like that?” I ask.
“No,” she says while shaking her head. “They’ve just been calling and I’ve been blocking them. Mekhi is just extra.”
“I don’t like that. He ran up on you wrong.”
“Trust me, he’s all talk.”
“I can tell that shit but I still don’t like that. What’s the nigga Rush’s full name?” I ask. I’m not on the blocks any more or running a spot but I know the game and a few still in it. I can have someone make it clear to him to leave her alone.
“Xai, I’m good. Trust me. Rush, Mekhi, hell, nobody in that family scares me.
They ain’t gon’ do anything but be childish as hell and play on my phone.
I’m not giving you his name because I don’t need to.
I’ve been dealing with him and his goofy ass family for years.
I promise; I’m good. They’re just aggravating but it’s all good,” she says firmly.
“Don’t let him ruin our morning. I want to leave here with a smile on my face. ”
“I can handle the smile,” I say before crowding her. I grab her chin lightly to gain her total focus. When her big eyes are locked on mine, I say, “When it’s not all good, you gonna let me know, right?”
“It’ll never happen.”