Chapter 21 Skye
SKYE
I strolled into Ocean’s condo and eased the door shut behind me. My feet still ached from prancing around in heels all day. It had been a while since I’d done a video shoot, and I’d forgotten how brutal they could be. Repeating the same shit for hours on end definitely took a toll on the body.
My mind drifted as I climbed the stairs, replaying the day in my head.
Even with my feet screaming, I’d enjoyed being dressed to kill, moving under the lights like I belonged there.
I shouldn’t have cared about all eyes on me, but that was the point of it.
When people knew you had it, they just knew.
I hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot before my agent called with three more gigs. Two of them had me intrigued. The third, though, practically had Enzo’s name stamped on it, and I wouldn’t fucking dare.
As soon as I entered my bedroom, I dropped down on the edge of the bed and slid my shoes off my feet. I didn’t turn on the light, allowing the moonlight to stretch across the room in its place.
“Tired?” A deep voice spoke from the doorway.
“Ocean?” I gasped, my hand pressed against my chest. “I thought you were gone.”
“Nah.”
He stepped inside, not stopping until he was in front of me.
My eyes lingered over him, the dimly lit room casting a shadow that made him look even sexier than he did during the day.
“A little bit,” I finally answered. “It was a long shoot.”
“Here, let me get that.” He lowered himself to the floor and pulled my foot from my hands.
I took in a deep breath, trembling from the feel of his fingertips caressing my skin.
It felt so fucking good.
Before I knew it, my eyes were closed, and my head was pressed against the mattress. Soft moans escaped my lips as his hand slid up my calf muscle, stopping right at the back of my knee.
“Just in case you were wondering, yes, I do feel some type of way about you leaving me hanging today,” I whispered.
“I know you do, and I’m sorry.”
I sat up, my gaze moving over him in confusion.
That shit was way too easy.
He laughed, his hands moving to my other leg. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because this is weird...you are weird.”
“Damn, really? A brother apologizes for his mistake, and he gets called weird? Wow!”
I couldn’t stop looking at him.
It wasn’t that I’d never been apologized to before. It’s just, it never came this easy, and it never came without some bullshit behind it.
“Okay, so why did you leave me hanging?”
“I had to handle something.”
“With another bitch?” I blurted.
He didn’t flinch.
Either he was a really good liar, or—
“Yes, but not in the way that you think. I got a text from one of my employees—”
“One of the employees you’re fucking?”
“Not anymore.”
I tilted my head. “So, you’re telling me that you planned an entire day with me, and one text from a hoe you were fucking made you cancel everything?” It was a question, but I really wasn’t interested in the answer. “Yeah, I’m good on that shit.”
I snatched my foot from his hands and grabbed my shoes.
“Where are you going?”
“The fuck away from here. You’re not about to have me falling all over you, meanwhile another bitch can get your undivided attention with the press of a button.”
“It’s more to it than that.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not interested. Excuse me.” I brushed past him and grabbed everything I could hold with two hands. “I’ll get the rest of my shit tomorrow.”
“Skye, would you just listen to me.”
“No, I’m not listening to shit.” I shoved him in the chest. “I told you what I’m not going to do. I’m not going to be played by another nigga. I’ve had enough. I’ve been through enough.”
“I’m not trying to play you.”
“Yes the fuck you are.”
He grabbed my arms. “No, I’m not. I didn’t meet up with her to fuck. I met up with her because she texted me about a fucking leak. But when I got there, I realized she was on some other shit, which I made clear wasn’t happening.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I’m serious.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I actually did believe him, but I didn’t want to. Trusting niggas is what got me in trouble.
“Alright, well what do I have to do to make you believe me?”
“Not shit. We’re done here.”
“Nah. I don’t believe that.”
“Well, that’s too fucking bad because it’s the truth. Now, let me go, so I can go find me a hotel for the night.”
“I’m not letting you stay at no hotel.”
I laughed. “You don’t have a fucking choice. I’m not staying here. You’re just another bum ass nigga that wants to screw me over in as many ways as he possibly can. I’m not falling for it this time. Thankfully, you showed your true colors early. Now, I don’t have to—”
His mouth covered mine, stealing every word right off my lips.
I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve told him that the slow glide of his tongue against mine wasn’t enough to make me stay.
But I didn’t. I stayed, letting his mouth keep me captive as our tongues met over and over again.
“Ocean,” I whispered in between breaths. “I can’t trust you.”
“Yes, you can, baby. I promise you can.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me what you were going to do?”
“Because at the time, I didn’t think it was necessary. But now, I know better.”
“Why didn’t you tell me right after?”
“Because I knew you would respond like this, and I needed to make sure I came correct.”
His hand lowered between my thighs.
I gasped as his fingertips slid against my swollen lips then between them.
He kissed me softly. “Believe me when I say...I’m not going to mess this up. Any woman I used to fuck doesn’t have a chance with me now, and I have no problem making that shit known.”
His words felt just as good as his fingers.
My head dropped against his shoulder, an attempt to hold myself in place as he slid in and out of me.
“Why do you want me, Ocean? I’m pretty screwed up. You know that.”
“Nah, not to me. And I couldn’t let you go even if I tried.” He eased me back, guiding me toward the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
“Ocean, I just got back from a shoot. I need to shower.”
“Do I look like I give a damn about any of that?”
“No, but I do. I’m not putting my musty coochie all in your face.”
He laughed. “Fine. But still, take off your clothes and meet me in my bathroom. I’ll run you a hot bath.”
“Okay.”
“And again, I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” I said with a smirk as I pulled my shirt over my head.
His eyes lingered on my sports bra, which was almost showing my nipples.
“Go run the water, nasty,” I teased. “You’ll get a full view in just a minute.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
“Mmhmm, bye.”
Rubbing his hands together, he shot me a wink, then turned and walked out of the room.