Chapter 10 #2
I was starting to think that maybe a child wasn’t in the cards for me just yet.
I didn’t think Xena was a good prospect, and I was damn near tired of looking.
It wasn’t something that I wanted to force.
When it was meant for me to have kids, I would have them.
I lived in a gated community, in a 8,600 square foot home, with four bedrooms, and seven bathrooms. One of my favorite things about the house was the sauna.
I hustled for four years and had more than $700,000 saved when I got my real estate license.
I did real estate for a year, so it would look good on paper, and then I dropped $520,000 on my home.
I had been living in my house for four years, and every month, I doubled up on my mortgage payments, so the house would be paid off very soon.
The money I earned from real estate was great, but dope money was plentiful.
If I didn’t want smoke with the IRS my home could have already been paid off.
I was using drug money to help fund my retirement but as I had discussed with Ryder, the shit was getting old.
I wanted to be comfortable, but there was a fine line between securing my future and being greedy.
I got out of my car, and Persia climbed out of hers. “This is the second time you got out of your car without letting me come open the door. Don’t let it happen again,” I stated as I grabbed the shopping bags out of the back.
“My bad, boss. I just thought it would be a little weird to just sit there. Because what if you wouldn’t have come open the door?”
“You’re too used to lame niggas.” I shook my head.
“I hear you, Kastian.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve sold a few houses in this area. Your home is beautiful, and I haven’t even seen the inside.”
“Thank you. I hustled my ass off for this shit, but I’ve been hustling even harder since I got it.
Not sure if I’m going to sell it in a few years or keep it and rent it out, but this house doesn’t have shit on my next one.
I’m going to probably start the process of having it built in a year or so.
I’m pretty sure that it’ll take at least a year to complete. ”
“It feels weird to be a real estate broker, but I’m about to be renting. Not sure I want the hassle that comes with owning a home right now. I’m just a girl,” she joked.
“There isn’t anything wrong with renting even if you are a broker.” I entered the code into my lock pad and pushed the door open letting Persia walk past me and enter the house first. My house was spacious as hell.
I had never been a dirty nigga, so between me cleaning up behind myself and a cleaning service coming in once a week, the place pretty much stayed spotless.
I had three ladies that came every Friday.
It took them five hours to clean the house, and they did everything from clean the fridge and the stove to taking out the trash and emptying the dishwasher.
I could cook certain things like oxtails, rice, fried fish, and spaghetti, but I couldn’t straight throw down in the kitchen.
I also tried to watch how much I ate out.
So, a few nights a week, I cooked for myself and twice a week, my chef came through.
“I was thinking about gumbo, crab cakes, maybe some salmon and rice for dinner. If you want something else, I can text my chef and let him know.”
“That sounds fine. I’m not too picky.”
I texted Carlos while leading Persia into the den.
“It might be crazy because I live alone but if I do buy, it has to be something like this,” Persia marveled as she looked around.
“It doesn’t sound crazy. I live alone too. I utilize all this space. And I’m going to need something bigger if I succeed in having kids.”
“How many kids do you want?” she sat down on the couch.
“Two for sure. Maybe three. I wouldn’t even mind four.”
“You want them all to have the same mother, or you going to be on some Nick Cannon type shit?”
Chuckling, I sat down. “Nah. I’m not trying to be like Nick Cannon.
Even if I’m not in a relationship with the mother, I don’t want multiple broken homes.
There’s no way you can give all those kids in different households adequate time and attention.
My kids are going to have rooms at my house and be with me often, but I mean it when I say me and the mother have to be cool as shit.
No beef and no animosity. Shit, I’m going to need a room at her house for when I want to see my kid and fall asleep with him or her. ”
Persia nodded. “Sounds like you know exactly what you want. It also sounds like you’ll be a good father.”
“What do you want?” I looked over at her.
“I really don’t even know. Shoot, a month ago, I didn’t even know that I’d be single again.
I just want to excel in my career. Get a place to live.
Get to know myself again. I’m not in a rush to date, but I’m not opposed to it either.
I just want to have fun. No relationships for a minute. Just casual dating.”
My gaze poured over her. “And could you see yourself casually dating me?”
“Maybe,” her voice was low. “I think it’s entirely too soon to be dating though.”
“Why? You plan on going back to David?”
A slight frown curled her lip. “No.”
“Aight then. Casual means nothing too serious. It’s having fun. You don’t need to take time off before you can have fun. Just let things flow.”
“Says the man that’s never been in a relationship.”
“That’s because I have good sense.”
Persia giggled, and I took her in. Shorty was like a breath of fresh air.
She wasn’t constantly talking about relationships, marriage, kids.
Some women chased those things like a drug.
I could get dating with intention, but that shit could be exhausting.
Two people couldn’t even completely see if they were compatible and meshed well together before the woman was planning the wedding in her head.
Every move made was done with the purpose of trying to prove what a good wife she’d be or that she was the one.
Nothing was organic. Every step was pretty much calculated and done with an ulterior motive.
Persia was just her. Just chilling. Still trying to figure things out on her end.
I passed her the remote and went to take a shower.
It had been a long day. The chef had the house smelling good.
I entered the den to find Persia curled up on the couch watching a movie.
“I have a new robe that I’ve never worn and some boxer briefs that haven’t been worn either.
A few tee shirts. You can freshen up if you want.
” It had been a long hot day, and I wanted her to be comfortable.
“Thank you.”
Persia followed me, and I showed her where everything was.
While she showered, I rolled a blunt and poured myself a glass of cognac.
I was done with my blunt and my drink when she sauntered into the room dressed in my red Versace robe.
She brought the smell of the bodywash that was in my guest bathroom with her.
I didn’t have female company often, and they damn sure didn’t take showers at the crib, but I had put soap in a few of the bathrooms that didn’t have masculine scents.
“You want something to drink?” I ogled her with heavy lids. The weed and the drink had me real mellow and loose.
Persia eyed the glass in my hand. “You have tequila?”
“Yeah. You want it straight, or you want a chaser? My bar is fully stocked. I have Red Bull, orange juice, as well as pineapple juice, Sprite, Coke.”
“I’ll take Red Bull.”
I got up to fix her drink and pour myself another. Dinner was delicious, and by the time we were done eating, Persia was ready for a second drink. As she sipped, I gave her a tour of the house. The last stop was my bedroom.
“So, this is where the magic happens, huh?”
“I guess that’s a good term for it,” I laughed. It didn’t take long for the smile to fade. I licked my lips and eyed her. “You trying to make some magic, or am I doing too much too soon?”
She wanted a nigga. I could see it in her eyes.
But that didn’t mean she was ready for a nigga.
Persia didn’t respond. She just bit her bottom lip.
I inched closer to her and gripped her waist. When she didn’t protest, I lowered my head and sucked on her neck.
I wasn’t big on kissing, and I wasn’t big on eating pussy either.
Even so, I knew how to get a woman ready.
Untying the belt on the robe, I dragged my tongue from her neck to her breast. I circled her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
I cupped the opposite breast as I sucked feverishly on the other.
A soft moan escaped Persia. Lowering my body, I placed a trail of kisses down her stomach.
Reaching the inside of her thigh, I sucked while strumming her clit with my thumb.
Her knees buckled, and I bit her flesh gently before standing back up to retrieve condom.
As I undressed and placed the protection on my member, Persia removed the robe and lay on my bed.
My dick stood at attention as I climbed between her thighs.
Positioning myself between her legs, I kissed her chin, then the corner of her mouth, before French kissing her ear.
Persia’s body shuddered as I sucked her earlobe and pushed into her simultaneously.
She was insanely tight, and I worked myself into her slow.
Persia moaned and opened her legs wider.
“Just like that,” I murmured my lips against her neck. “Open up for me, baby.” I pushed in the remaining inches and stroked her to a steady rhythm.
Persia raked her nails down my back as I sexed her savagely. The deeper I stroked, the deeper her moans became. She locked her legs around my waist and rocked to my rhythm.
“Just like that,” I coached.
“You feel so good,” Persia crooned and trembled when I bit her neck.
The sounds of our flesh smacking as I fucked her filled the room while my grunts mingled with her moans. She got wetter, and the grip her legs had on me tightened just like her pussy muscles did.
“Wet this muhfuckin’ dick up,” I growled into her ear as she came. “Fuck,” I panted. “How you want this dick? Huh?” Pulling back, I peered into her eyes that were half closed as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
“I want to lay on my stomach,” she half moaned half whimpered.
I waited for her pussy to stop spasming then slid out of her and flipped her over. Persia raised her hips slightly and spread her cheeks for me. “Fuck yeah,” I marveled as I eased back into her.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Persia’s nails dug into her own skin as she held her ass open for me.
“This pussy good, baby. And this yo’ hair too,” I gritted before grabbing a fistful of her curls. Her moans got deeper, and I knew right away she liked that rough shit. Keeping a grip on her hair, I pumped in and out of her.
I smacked her ass cheek so hard that my hand stung, and she got wetter.
“You like that shit?” I smacked her again. “Huh?” another smack.
“Yes, baby. Fuck yes.”
Forgetting all about not being a big kisser, I gripped her hair hard enough to pull her head back. Snaking my tongue into her mouth, we exchanged a nasty ass kiss that had her creaming again. Persia was so wet; I was afraid that the condom had broken because she felt just that good.
I slid out of her and inspected the rubber. It was still intact. “Get on your knees,” I commanded.
She did as I asked. Nectar ran down her thighs. When I entered her, Persia buried her face in the pillow, but I still heard every choppy, muffled moan.
“Take your face out the pillow. Let me hear that shit,” I demanded while once again striking her cheek.
Persia’s head lifted, and she grabbed the pillow. “Fuck, Kastian. It’s so big. Oh my gahhhhhhhhhh,” her moans were so sexy, I gritted my teeth together and braced myself for the orgasm that was about to hit.
I stopped moving and let Persia work my dick. She turned all the way up. Shorty threw her ass in a circle while my dick was inside her. She twerked like she was getting paid for it.
“Get this shit,” I growled gripping her waist and slamming in and out of her.
Her pussy muscles gripped me like a vice, and my seeds spilled into the condom as we came together. Fuck that shit was good. As I slid out of her, my eyes landed on the clock on my nightstand. All I cared about was how many more times I could sex her before my time was up.