Chapter 4
“For a man who clocks his sister as much as you do, I would have never guessed that you would blow off her emergency for some pussy.”
“I’m already here, and my balls are leaking, so tagging you in to help Sunshine is necessary right now. I’ll owe yo ? —”
“Nah. We good. You don’t and won’t owe me anything.”
“Good looking out, bro. Hit me up so—Better yet, text me to let me know everything is cool so I can sleep well tonight knowing Fayth ain’t still in harm’s way.”
“Say less.”
“Are you gonna sit there without saying anything? I could have taken a ri?—”
“Me sitting here in silence is for your benefit, not mine, Lay. What’s up with you insisting on being in that building late at night and shit?
Don’t you value your safety? Don’t you know that your ass is an easy target for a mothafucka to prey on?
Clearly, you don’t know that Roman isn’t the only one who will crash out about you. When are you gonna list?—”
“Stop yelling at me, Quintyn.” The shakiness in Fayth’s tone lets me know that she’s seconds from?—
“Man. Why are you crying?”
Water is falling from Fayth’s eyes, her bottom lip is trembling, and her right leg is moving from side to side, which has my chest clenching at the sight of Fayth’s emotional state.
“I-I l-lost track o-of ti-time bu-but I like the quiet,” Fayth stutters, wiping her face, and I disconnect my gaze to return to the road long enough to pull over.
“Come here, Lay.” A frown slides into place when my eyes return to see more tears falling from her eyes, causing me to feel like shit for hurting her feelings.
“I—why?”
“Just come here.”
I’m playing with fire, and I know it, but seeing Fayth’s downcast expression and tears has me ready to climb out of my body to shift her mood.
When she moves toward me, my chest thumps wildly, and I quickly reach out to assist her with climbing over the console.
My dick twitches instantly when Fayth’s middle lands on top of me, causing her to squirm slightly.
“Be still.” Lifting her chin, I stare into her watery brown eyes, and my heart slows to a crawl the longer our gazes lock in on each other.
Fayth’s eyes are penetrating me with longing and a heart-wrenching tenderness that increases my heart rate. My breaths catch in my throat. My eyes blink rapidly as I attempt to process the sudden urge to connect our lips, and my hands begin perspiring the longer I hold onto Fayth’s waist.
“Sa-say?—”
“You fine as a mothafucka, Lay. Damn.”
An eager affection passes between us the more I stare intently at her. Fayth’s eyes flash with lust that has my heart turning over in response.
Silence echoes around the interior of my car as I photograph every feature of Fayth’s facial structure.
The girl whose brother has kept her on a leash somehow broke that link by becoming a woman of virtue and sensuality I’m struggling to ignore.
Slowly and seductively, my gaze slides downward, where Fayth’s chest rises and falls with a heavy pace.
My mouth waters when my eyes peer at the mountainous display of her ample breasts.
“Qu-Quin-Quintyn.” Fayth’s breathy stumble over my name has my dick pressing against her ass, and my hands grip her waist tighter.
Visions of Fayth being in this position while moving back and forth with my dick resting in her tunnel has a dizzying current racing through me.
Lifting my head, an intense yet foreign feeling flares within me, causing me to feel like I’m in a trance.
Releasing Fayth’s waist, I slip up her arms, bringing her closer when I can no longer fight the pull.
Fayth’s breath hitches when our faces are inches apart.
“Qui—”
Crushing her to me, I claim her lips in a slow, ravishing kiss that sends my stomach into a wild swirl.
Moans escape my mouth, and I relish in the soft fullness of Fayth’s lips before prying her mouth open with my tongue.
Exploring the recesses of Fayth’s mouth nearly causes me to release in my underwear.
Jesus! Crossing this line with Fayth feels everything but wrong.
“Earth to Chef Layton.”
Blinking, I stare at one of the waiters, having missed whatever John said due to thinking about what happened between Fayth and me.
It took Herculean strength to not follow Fayth inside her house last night and put us both out of our misery. It took my dick two cold showers and a conversation with Nana Ruby to go down. Yet, I woke up this morning hard and stiff, which had me stroking my dick before taking another cold shower.
“What’s wrong with you, man? You’ve been spaced out since you got here.”
My heart and dick are in shambles after one kiss with the one woman I’m not supposed to be thinking about or having an intimate connection with.
“I’m straight. What’s up, though?”
I have been working at Adoring Pearl’s Steakhouse since returning home, and for the most part, I love the people who work here.
John and I aren’t friends or acquaintances, so telling him about my dilemma won’t be happening any time soon.
As a matter of fact, this is the first time he’s had much to say to me since I started working here.
Some of the staff had a problem with me coming in off the street as the executive chef.
Yet, I refuse to pacify their issues, comments, or rebuttals, so I move around the kitchen with my mind on my tasks and nothing else.
“Oh. Boss lady needs to see you in her office,” John informs me, smirking.
Wordlessly, I turn to ensure I’ve finalized the prep for tonight’s dinner crowd before walking away toward the office portion of the restaurant. It takes me less than five minutes to reach my destination, and I lightly knock on the closed door.
“Come in.” Hearing the clearance needed, I turn the knob and enter the office with a smile.
“You summoned me?” My lips twist into a smirk while staring into my boss’s warm yet midnight-like eyes.
“I’m just wondering whose ass I need to kick because word around the water cooler is that you’ve been distracted. I don’t have time for you to be fucking up dishes tonight, mister.”
A low chuckle escapes my mouth at hearing that folks have been gossiping and tattling like toddlers at day care about me.
“What’s going on with you, Q baby?” Janae questions with her eyebrows hiking and her hands resting on her desk.
Janae Pearl is not only the owner and operator of this fine steakhouse but also a friend of my sister, Devvon.
Janae inherited her family’s restaurant and has been dying to have me take the lead in the kitchen here.
Although my travel schedule prevented it, Janae wasted no time locking me down when she heard I was returning home for good.
Sighing, I head to the empty seat in front of Janae and sit down, deciding to give her a small inside look into my present turmoil.
“I kissed the opps last night and don’t regret it.”
Calling Fayth the opps might be reaching, but she’s equally as forbidden, and our encounter can cause a similar catastrophe if Roman finds out.