10. Vanya
VANYA
I lost count after the third orgasm with Pearce.
After our second tryst in the bedroom, I fell asleep and slept the best I had since being in his home.
The nightmare I had about Kalim seemed so damn real that I just knew I was going to have a heart attack.
It was a mystery to even me how I went from being so afraid that I damn near had a panic attack to having numerous orgasms. It happened so fast and was so unexpected, but I didn’t realize how badly I needed it until I woke up the next morning.
The ache between my thighs reminded me of the way Pearce had punished my pussy.
Pain had never felt so good. I glanced over at his nightstand and saw a plastic bag from a drug store.
He must have gone to get the pill while I was asleep.
Remembering that he slipped up, I sat up and got out of bed.
I was going to the kitchen before I even brushed my teeth because I needed to go ahead and get the pill in my system.
I damn sure couldn’t run from Kalim with a big belly or a newborn in tow.
Or maybe if I did have Pearce’s baby, that would be a sure-fire way to get Kalim to leave me alone.
Hell no. I wasn’t getting any younger, but that damn sure wasn’t the way I wanted to have a child.
Imagine having a child by a man whose father put a hit out on you.
I’d never feel comfortable in Kalim’s presence and damn sure didn’t want to give birth to his blood relative.
When I walked into the kitchen, I found Pearce sitting at the table fork in one hand and his phone in the other.
He was scrolling on the device while he ate breakfast from a restaurant that wasn’t too far from his house.
“I been up for like two hours. About time you woke up.”
I didn’t have a comeback, so I stuck out my tongue at him before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of orange juice.
Pearce laughed, and the deep rumble made my stomach quake.
That man had given me the best dick I’d ever had in my life.
Chills ran down the length of my spine as I removed the pill and placed it in my mouth.
Once it was swallowed and washed down, Pearce jerked his head toward the plastic bag on the counter.
“I got you food, of course.”
“Thank you.”
I grabbed the container out of the bag and sat down at the table. In no time at all, things turned a little awkward. Clearing my throat, I shifted in my seat. “We gonna talk about last night?”
“Which time?” he smirked making me shake my head and try to suppress a smile.
“Both of them,” I rolled my eyes.
“You regret it?”
“No, I don’t regret it. Just not sure if we’re supposed to act like it didn’t happen or…” my voice trailed off.
“We’re two consenting adults that did what we wanted to do in that moment. However, we feel is what it should be. Don’t overthink it. If you want to do it again, that’s what’s up. If you don’t, then we don’t.”
“So, it’s all about what I want?”
“Pretty much,” he shrugged passively. “This situation isn’t permanent. If your goal is to get to Florida, then I want to make sure you make it there safely. Sex doesn’t have to complicate things.”
My response was a simple head nod. He was right. I was too damn grown to be overly frazzled by a night of good…well great sex. “True.”
“You trying to have some fun tonight?” he asked with a smirk making me raise my brows. “There’s a gala. I was invited by the mayor’s assistant. Kalim will be there.”
My eyes widened. “I know you don’t want me to go with you.”
“Why not?” We can rub it in that nigga’s face.”
“We can also piss him off and remind him that he wants me dead.” The idea of being in the same room as Kalim sounded like anything but fun.
“I thought you said you trust me.”
“That was before you offered to dangle me in front of Kalim. I might as well be raw meat, and he’s the starving lion.”
Pearce stared at me. His eyes bore into me to the point that I damn near felt disloyal for doubting him which was insane.
At the end of the day, he was still Kalim’s son.
Using my fork, I pushed the scrambled eggs in the tray to the side.
I stared at the food while contemplating his offer.
It wasn’t like Kalim would kill me in a room with hundreds of people one of them being the mayor.
Maybe seeing us together would make Kalim see that Pearce was serious about protecting me.
Did he want me dead bad enough to beef with his son?
He didn’t give me the rest of the money, and I hadn’t gone to the police.
Hopefully, that would prove to him that I wasn’t going to say anything.
Swallowing hard, I lifted my head. “I don’t have anything to wear to a gala.”
“I can take you shopping. Vanya, I know I’m asking a lot by asking you to trust me. You’re dead ass having panic attacks and nightmares. I need you to not be so afraid of and moved by Kalim. Fuck that nigga.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” my stomach churned. “He wouldn’t kill you. And as mad as you are with him, I don’t think you’d kill him either. If he did kill me what would happen? You stop talking to him? You’re already doing that.”
“Kalim is a fuck nigga. But there are certain things he won’t do.
If I tell him you’re off limits, he won’t kill you.
Would he maybe send someone else to do it?
He could. And he knows that anything attached to him will be fair game.
I wouldn’t kill him, and he wouldn’t kill me.
But if I get it through to him that you’re truly off limits, once he’s finished licking his wounds, he’ll leave you alone.
Once you leave here and make your way to Florida, I still need him to feel like you’re off limits. ”
I nodded because no matter how nice his home was, no matter how nice Pearce was, or how good his dick was, I couldn’t stay with him forever.
Florida was the goal, and I wanted to get there sooner rather than later.
I was ready to get back to life. And I had $800,000 to work with.
Kalim was the devil himself, and I’d never get too comfortable as long as he was alive, but I could take precautions.
I wanted to live in a high-rise condo where the building couldn’t be accessed without a code.
I also needed to pray that none of the employees would be thirsty enough to accept money in exchange for access to the building or my unit.
“Don’t just tell me you trust me when my dick is in you.”
I picked up a napkin, balled it up, and tossed it at him making him laugh. My nerves settled just a bit but not all the way. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I prayed I wouldn’t end up regretting it.
Hours later, I stood at Pearce’s bar pouring myself shot of tequila that I’d seen in the ABC store once.
The price tag had a comma in it, and I couldn’t fathom spending that much on a beverage.
Hopefully, the shit was the equivalent of liquid crack because I was about to shit a brick.
True to his word, Pearce took me shopping, and I got a black, mock neck dress that hugged my upper body and flared out at the bottom like a tutu.
The dress stopped mid-thigh, but it still gave classy.
On my feet were black, strappy heels, that had a gold snake wrapping itself around the heel of the shoe.
My braids had been pulled up into a bun on the top of my head, and my edges were laid with edge control.
I did a light beat, and I had to admit that I looked really good.
On the inside, however, I was a mess. I tossed back the pricy tequila and cringed even though it was smooth.
For the price it had better be. Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath, exhaled, then opened my eyes and poured another shot.
Once I had consumed it, I released a shaky breath.
I had to admit that I felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
The two shots had definitely done what I needed them to do.
The alcohol in my opinion still wasn’t worth $4,000, but I felt a slight sense of euphoria.
I even had the urge to giggle, and there wasn’t a damn thing funny.
I was looking through my clutch for a stick of gum when Pearce entered the room clad in a tux, and he looked delicious. Damn. Pearce in street clothes was handsome. Pearce in a tuxedo looked like a grown ass man that you gave loyalty, babies, and good pussy to. The man had me ready to risk it all.
“Damn.” He said what I was thinking as his eyes poured over my frame. “You look good shawty,” he continued to admire me as he walked in my direction.
“You look good yourself,” I gave him a small smile.
Pearce stood in front of me and placed his hand on my heart.
“Do I look that good, or are you nervous already?” when I didn’t respond, he lightly shook his head.
“This is the last time I’m telling you I got you.
” He spoke in a gentle and soothing tone right before placing a kiss on my lips. “You been in my tequila,” he smiled.
“Yes. I needed it. For my nerves.”
“Take a shot with me.”
Pearce walked over to the bar and picked up the bottle that I’d just put back in place.
My lips were still tingling from his kiss as I watched him pour two shots.
Already prepared for the smoothness of the alcohol and the slight sweetness of caramel, I placed the shot glass against my mouth and consumed all the liquid that was inside.
The third shot sent me on a rollercoaster ride.
I legit felt like I was floating. I actually felt good.
My heart rate returned to normal, and my pussy began to pulsate as I stared at Pearce.
I was ready to say fuck the gala and ride his dick all night.
“You ready” Pearce licked his lips, and I trembled slightly.
“Yeah. You know the mayor?” I asked with pinched brows making him chuckle. I had to admit that the question was very delayed being that he told me about the gala that morning.