Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Symphony’s eyes closed as Block placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. She was on her stomach in the tattoo chair getting her back tatted, and Block was doing an excellent job of distracting her from the pain. He placed his lips against her ear.
“That pussy was so muhfuckin’ wet last night,” he whispered in his deep timbre, and Symphony giggled.
“You are insane, but thank you. I can’t even concentrate on the pain because you keep saying random stuff and doing inappropriate things.”
“Inappropriate?” Block placed a kiss on her ear. “When it comes to me and you, there’s no such thing.”
He pulled back, and their eyes met. Yeah, she just might be it.
When Block first had those thoughts, he assumed maybe it was the lust that was making him get ahead of himself.
The more time he spent with Symphony, he knew it was more than that.
Remove sex from the equation, and he still would have wanted to be around her and spend time with her without a doubt.
She briefly met Brazil, and Block wanted her to meet his mother.
He was anxious to know what Tasha might say about her, and that was a first for him.
His mother had never had to give an opinion on anyone he dated in the past because he never introduced her to any of them.
Symphony bit her bottom lip and stared at him like she wanted to end the tattoo session and ride his dick, but the tattoo artist hit a sensitive spot on her back, and her face contorted from the pain.
Realizing he was slacking on his duties, Block placed a kiss on her lips.
“You a big girl. You got this,” he coached in a low tone. “Take it like you be taking this dick.”
After snorting embarrassingly loud, Symphony clamped her mouth shut. When she was done laughing, she pushed out a deep sigh. “I’m real close to telling you to get away from me.”
The tattoo took two hours, but Symphony was in love with it.
There was one large, colorful butterfly surrounded by three flowers.
The tattoo artist was one of the best, and she couldn’t stop admiring the work of art.
Block’s tattoo was going to take around two hours as well, so she got comfortable on the futon in the studio.
She wanted to walk two doors down and grab them something to eat, but Block didn’t want her to go alone.
He literally paid Door dash to bring them food they were three minutes away from.
Symphony and Block tossed back shots with the tattoo artist, and the entire session was a vibe.
They had one more full day in Chicago, and she was dreading leaving already.
Symphony loved her job. She loved her home and as stressful as they were, she loved her family.
But it felt so good to be away from it all.
When they were done getting their tattoos, they went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.
Symphony wanted to go wherever there was good food.
They had hit a few hood spots but for dinner this night, they were going to a very classy establishment.
Block wanted to go shopping before they went home, and Symphony was in heaven.
“How is your brother doing?” she randomly asked him in the Uber on the way to the restaurant.
Block kissed his teeth. “That little nigga bad as hell. I haven’t spoken to him in a few days. He got suspended for ten days for smoking weed in the bathroom.”
“You weren’t a bad kid?” she inquired with raised brows making Block look over at her.
“What does that have to do with him?”
“Well, pot, it means why are you calling the kettle black when you were bad too?”
“I had the good sense not to get in trouble in school like that. If anything, I got in trouble for skipping, but my pops didn’t play that getting called down to the school shit. That would have been a sure-fire way for him to put his foot in my ass.”
“I get it, and I can’t tell you what to do, but maybe he’s having a hard time with something.
My mother and I love Mason and give him everything he needs, but we know he misses his mother.
No matter what we tell him, what we buy him, or how many fun things we do with him at the end of the day, he wants his mother around. ”
“I get that. But there’s nothing that can be done about my father’s absence.
I’ve spent the last eleven years being a father figure for Mario.
My other brothers have always been there too.
My dad calls Mario three to four times a week.
He sends him emails. I mean, shit, I don’t know what else to do.
Nigga can’t throw his life away because he misses his pops. ”
“I agree. I’m not even telling you to be easy on him. Just don’t give up on him. He’s a kid. They don’t process things the way we do.”
“You don’t even like the ignorant nigga,” he replied making Symphony’s jaw slack as her eyes widened. “I’m fucking with you,” he chuckled while observing the look of horror on her face.
Symphony closed her mouth and hit him playfully on the arm. “That was so not funny.”
Dinner was delicious and solidified for Symphony that if she lived in Chicago, she’d be three hundred pounds.
After a quick change of her shoes, the pair ended up on a small boat on The Chicago River Walk.
Every moment with Block had felt surreal.
Dating a drug dealer had never even crossed Symphony’s mind.
The idea sounded absurd, but that was why her grandmother told her to never say never.
At that point, she didn’t care what he did for a living.
As long as he had a job, and she didn’t have to provide for him.
Symphony felt she was teetering on dangerous territory when she didn’t even care what the man did for a living, but there was no need to lie to herself. She didn’t.
“When we get back to Diamond Cove, you should let me do something nice for you. How about I cook your favorite meal?”
“You know how to cook a good steak? ‘Cus my favorite food is steak, and I fucks up a loaded baked potato.”
“I absolutely can. We’ll set a date when we get back. I know once we return, we’ll both be pretty busy for the first few days at least.”
That was the main reason Block liked women with some business about themselves.
A woman with her own shit to handle wouldn’t want to be up under him all day every day.
That wasn’t something Block possessed the patience for.
When the boat ride ended, Symphony and Block went back to the hotel, took shots, and showered.
Block showered first. Once Symphony showered, she put a robe on, and stood at the sink to do her skincare routine.
Block entered the bathroom to pee, and the smell of her bodywash infiltrated his nostrils.
Knowing she was fresh out of the shower and with tequila running through his veins, his dick bricked up immediately.
He didn’t even want to wait for her to be done in the bathroom.
Block pushed her short robe up so that Symphony’s ass cheeks were exposed.
Bending down, he bit one then the other.
Gently, he began to massage her behind and when his finger grazed her swollen bud, she bit her bottom lip.
Symphony’s lids became heavy when Block probed her slit with his tongue.
Opening her legs wider, she gripped the edge of the counter.
Symphony’s head rolled back as Block sucked and slurped on her like she was melting.
He had his entire face in her pussy while her moans filled the bathroom.
When Block circled his tongue over her asshole it sent shock waves through her core.
Her jaw slacked, but no sound came out of Symphony’s mouth as her pussy spasmed controllably damn near drowning Block.
Symphony slapped the counter with her hand and closed her eyes as she erupted.
She didn’t have to make a sound for Block to know that she was at her peak.
Her essence coated his tongue, and he moaned as he lapped it up.
Standing, he eyed her reflection in the mirror as he pushed down his boxer briefs.
As they stared at one another, he pushed into her from behind, and her low lids threatened to stop the eye contact.
Block’s large hand gripped her throat as he pumped in and out of her.
They watched one another intensely until she couldn’t take it anymore and closed her eyes.
“This my pussy?” he spoke into her ear as her head rested on his chest.
“Yes baby.” Symphony moaned her response.
Block pulled out her making her lids part.
He removed Symphony’s bathrobe, picked her up, and pinned her against the wall.
He slid his tongue into her mouth at the same time he stuffed his dick inside her honeypot.
He stroked her through a passionate kiss.
The sounds of muffled moans mingled with the sound of their bodies smacking against one another.
“You know this is your dick, right?” he spoke against her lips.
“Is it?”
“As of today, fuck yes it is.”
That was all she needed to hear. Symphony didn’t care who came before her and if she had it her way, no one would come after her.
Averi’s mother entered the spare bedroom in her apartment that her daughter was occupying.
“Did you get up for your meeting?” Belinda hated seeing her daughter depressed.
She was also concerned that Averi didn’t want to stay in her own apartment.
After abruptly changing hospital rooms, she started to worry for her daughter’s safety.
However, Averi wouldn’t share details about what happened when she was shot or why she was shot.
“Yeah, I did.” Averi sat up and rested her back against the headboard. “I think I’m going to go home next week.”
“If that’s what you want to do. I’m not rushing you. I wish I knew what was going on, but if you don’t want to tell me, I have to respect that.”
Averi pushed out a sigh. “The guy that I was seeing is street affiliated. Like affiliated with crime families and organizations.”
Belinda’s brows hiked, but she didn’t speak.
“He’s supposed to be marrying the daughter of some kingpin turned businessman but is still in the streets. He started saying that he didn’t want to marry her, and he was thinking about backing out. He thinks the father is the person that shot me.”
Belinda’s heart slammed into her ribcage.
She grew up in the 80’s, and she was no stranger to dope boys.
When she was sixteen and seventeen, Belinda had the best summers of her life in New York with her aunt.
Her aunt and two of her cousins all rocked with big time drug dealers.
Belinda knew the glamorous parts of the game, and she knew the ugly parts.
Like when her aunt was murdered execution style during a robbery at her boyfriend’s home.
Thinking about someone purposely harming her daughter over something that she didn’t have anything to do with infuriated Belinda. However, she was smart enough to know that you didn’t go to the police for matters like this.
“Do you not feel safe? If you think he’s still gunning for you, please don’t go back home.”
“Honestly, I don’t think he would do anything else.
He did what he wanted to do and that was send a message.
As long as Justin and I are done with one another, I hope he’ll leave me alone.
The reason I haven’t been home is because I don’t want to see Justin.
I just want him to marry ole girl as agreed and leave me out of it. ”
Of course, she was pissed off about being shot.
Who wouldn’t be? She could have died. But she didn’t.
She was still alive, and that was how she wanted to keep it.
As bad as it hurt, she had to distance herself from Blak.
It was obvious that his fiancée’s father wasn’t playing any games, and she wanted no parts of that shit show.
Averi wanted Blak to let her go peacefully.
She would miss him, but he certainly wasn’t worth dying for.
Belinda didn’t know what to say, so she simply stared at her daughter.
Belinda and Averi were best friends. She only had two children, and her other daughter died when she was sixteen, and Averi was thirteen.
She had been hit by a drunk driver on her way home from school.
It took years for Belinda to crawl out of the dark hole her child’s death placed her in.
She also became very overprotective of Averi.
Not hearing from her daughter all throughout the day would send her into full blown panic attacks.
After realizing the way she was living wasn’t healthy, it took medication and a year of therapy for her to calm down.
Worrying came naturally to any mother, but past trauma had given Belinda PTSD.
The thought of something happening to Averi had her blinking back tears.
Averi knew her mother’s triggers, and that was why she hadn’t wanted to tell her.
Pushing the covers back, she got out of bed and walked over to her mother.
Averi placed her arms around her mother’s neck.
“I’m fine, mommy. In fact, you know I can work from anywhere.
I might get an Airbnb in Miami or Hawaii or somewhere and just chill out for a few weeks and relax. ”
“I think that’s a great idea.”
Averi could practically feel the relief oozing off her mother, and that was the deciding factor.
The last thing she wanted to do was stress her mother out and make her worry.
Averi went to the bathroom. Bracing herself, she pulled her panties down.
When she didn’t see blood, she sighed. She didn’t want to miscarry, but she felt it was inevitable.
She’d been shot and lost a lot of blood early in her pregnancy.
Before she left the hospital, the doctor checked, and he heard a heartbeat, but even he warned her that a miscarriage could very much happen due to all the stress her body had been through.
Averi didn’t want to get her hopes up. The longer she remained pregnant, that’s exactly what would happen.
She’d start thinking there might actually be a chance that the child survived.
She wasn’t ready to go through such a traumatic experience, but Averi didn’t feel she could truly move past the situation with Blak and close it out until the fetus left her body. Then, she could move on completely.