Chapter 9
Nine
Karla
“ A m I keeping you from anything or anyone?” Elias asked.
We’d been locked away in his room for almost twenty-four hours, doing nothing but eating and fucking.
We did squeeze a shower in at some point.
I should be ready to take me and my pussy home, but for some reason, I couldn’t pull myself away from him long enough to put on my clothes and leave.
Unless we were eating, we’d been in bed all day, and I was far from being ready to change that.
“You pick a fine time to ask. We’ve been here for hours.”
He chuckled. “I thought about it briefly but selfishly didn’t want you to leave. I figured you weren’t irresponsible enough to ignore your responsibilities all day.”
“You’re correct. If there was something I needed to be doing, I would be doing it. The girls are with their father until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Does that mean I can keep you until then?”
“I’ll need a few hours to get my life together before they come home, but I’m in no rush to leave.”
“Good. That gives us plenty of time to talk.”
“Ugh. Talk? Why do we need to talk? I think our nether regions are communicating very well.”
“Because I’d like for us to get to know each other on more than a physical level.”
“If you insist . . . Tell me about Elias.”
“You sound like you couldn’t care less, but no more dick until we share at least ten facts about ourselves.”
“Ten facts? I don’t even know ten facts about myself.”
“By the time I’m done, you’ll come up with something.”
“Fine. You have my undivided attention.”
My head rested on his chest while he massaged my scalp with his fingers as he spoke.
“I grew up in a two-parent home with my older brother, Emmet. I’ve lived in Toledo my whole life, and even graduated from the University of Toledo.
I was once engaged for six months, but she called it off because she claims she fell out of love with me.
The crazy part is, she married someone else a few months later.
My dumbass let her keep the ring because what would I do with it?
When I was in Punta Cana, the ex I told you about broke into my house and destroyed it.
She also sent a video of what looks like me and a woman having sex to the entire staff at my job.
Okay, I think that’s only eight, but that’s all I can think of. ”
“Damn. That started off relatively normal and got interesting real quick. Is your ex-fiancée still married?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not connected to her on any social media.”
“Are you moving to Chicago to get away from your most recent ex?”
“Partially, but mostly, I wanted to shoot my shot with you.”
His words gave me pause. I didn’t know what to say in response, so I ignored them.
“Did she get arrested for what she did?”
“Not yet, but she was brought in for questioning. I guess all the evidence is circumstantial right now. They’re still investigating, and it’s harder to prove than I thought.
She’s a tech guru and covered her tracks well.
My attorney is building a case but wants to cover all bases before pressing charges. ”
“Wow. That’s a lot to deal with. Your ex clearly has mental health issues. I’m sorry you’re going through all that.”
“I appreciate that, baby. I’m good though. The worst is over. I got my house back in order and put it on the market. It sold in less than a month. I also got a nice severance package from my previous employer.”
“I’m glad things are working out in your favor.”
“If things work in my favor as far as you’re concerned, I wouldn’t have a single thing to complain about.”
I should’ve known he’d bring the conversation back around to us, but I managed to avoid talking about us by talking about myself.
“I come from a two-parent home as well. I have an older brother, but we haven’t been on good terms since shortly before my divorce.
I attended the University of Chicago, but I didn’t graduate.
Although we get along, I’m not very close to my parents.
I used to exercise a lot, but I kinda fell off during my divorce and haven’t found the energy to start back up.
I mean, I’ve always been a thick girl, and I love my curves?—”
“Shit! Me too.”
I blushed. “Thank you, but I was in better shape than I am today. I’m a medical billing code specialist, and I transitioned to working from home after having my oldest daughter. Umm, that’s all I can think of.”
“Why aren’t you and your parents close?”
I shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know. We’re not distant, but we’re not close, if that makes sense. It’s hard to explain.”
“What about your brother? Why aren’t y’all on good terms?”
“He knew my ex was a lying, cheating, trash-ass nigga, and didn’t tell me.
I later found out he didn’t tell me because they are cut from the same cloth.
I told my sister-in-law about my brother’s extracurricular activities, and she did her own investigation.
When she divorced his ass, instead of holding himself accountable, he blamed me. ”
“Damn. I’m sure that’s been tough.”
“It has been, but at the end of the day, I’m a woman first. I felt obligated to tell her. I wasn’t sure what she would do with the information, but she deserved to know.”
“She absolutely did, but was it worth losing your relationship with your brother?”
I thought about that often and always came to the same conclusion.
“Hell yeah. I’ve forgiven him for not telling me about my ex, so the ball is in his court.”
“I’ll never understand why people cheat. I’d rather end the relationship than cheat.”
“Same. When I found out Cairo was cheating, he didn’t think I’d leave.
Mona, Clinton’s wife, was married to one of Cairo’s best friends, Winston.
He cheated on her for years, and she was well aware, but it took her years to leave him.
Mona had her reasons for staying I guess, but Cairo thought I would do the same. ”
“I’m glad you left because had you not, I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to experience the best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“You ain’t gotta lie. If you want some, you ain’t gotta do much to get it at this point.”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and gently pulled my head back, forcing me to look at him.
“Why do you think I’m lying?” he questioned.
“That’s the lie every man uses with every woman he has sex with.”
“Why does it have to be a lie? Her pussy might be better than any woman’s he’s had before her.”
“Whatever.”
He released my hair and pulled me on top of him. Of course, his dick was hard, and I wasn’t mad about it because my pussy was wet. I lifted my head so that we were face-to-face.
“What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m speaking nothing but the truth?
Not just about your pussy being the best I’ve ever had, but also about wanting us to move forward.
Last night, you said you needed to know more about me to move beyond the dick you wanted.
Was that just talk, or are you gon’ give a nigga a chance? ”
Even though I tried to forget him, it proved to be impossible.
After one night together, Elias was etched into my soul.
His warm, welcoming spirit. His dark, piercing eyes.
His strong, firm chest. His playful yet slightly mischievous smile.
His dark, smooth, flawless skin. His long, thick, and veiny dick.
All of those things and more made him unforgettable, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t swell with happiness and excitement when he walked into the lounge.
“I also said I wasn’t looking for love. Why didn’t you mention that?”
“Because I understand that loving someone again, after being hurt by someone you love, takes time. I also don’t believe you look for love. Love finds you.”
I looked at him curiously because he always seemed to say the right words. It was too soon for me to come to any conclusions about him, but he was nice, respectful, and didn’t mind dishing out that good dick.
“It probably would sound crazy if I asked to take it slow, considering we’ve had unprotected sex no less than fifteen times in less than twenty-four hours, and my womb is filled with your seeds.”
He smiled before agreeing. “That would sound a little crazy.”
“I figured . . . but don’t be offended if I don’t introduce you to my kids for a while.”
“I understand and wouldn’t expect it.”
“My ex and I alternate weeks, so when the kids are with him, you’ll have my undivided attention. When they’re with me, you won’t.”
“That’s fair.”
“Now that we’ve established what we’re doing, we should celebrate,” I suggested as I lifted my lower half and sank onto his dick.
“Let the celebration begin.”