Chapter 1 #2
As much as I wanted to bask in being out of that hellhole and coming home to luxury, I didn’t have a lot of time to waste.
I opened the storage closet inside, grabbed a washcloth and body wash, then stepped into the shower.
After realizing it was a touchscreen for controlling the settings, I washed quickly, then stepped out, wrapping the towel around my waist. I was in desperate need of a shave, but it was tolerable.
I hurriedly brushed my teeth, then went to find something casual to wear.
Since it was April, it was a little cool outside, so I went with a gray cashmere sweater, black jeans by some designer I knew nothing about but looked expensive, and some black Timberland boots.
In the center of the closet was a counter with multiple drawers.
I opened them all and saw fresh underwear, ties, socks, and jewelry.
I knew Meeko’s ass had nothing to do with putting all of this together by himself, but I appreciated the fact that he listened and stayed solid the whole time I was away.
Not too many niggas would have survived the friendship, but as I said before, I did a lot for a lot of people, so the respect was there.
Meeko was my brother from another mother and always held me down, along with Trouble and Killa.
Again, I made haste to get dressed, sliding on the platinum, blue-faced Rolex and platinum chain. I sprayed on some Creed cologne, grabbed my wallet, phone, and keys, and hurried out of the house.
I opened the text thread and saw a message from Meeko letting me know where my baby was.
He explained in detail how to use the navigation system in my truck because he knew I wouldn’t know how to navigate from the iPhone.
I typed the address in once I got the car started, then hurried out of the driveway to the one woman I wasn’t letting get away from me.
It only took thirty minutes to pull up to a house out in Madison Heights. I didn’t know what I was getting myself into or what Jordin’s reaction would be to seeing me; all I knew was that I wasn’t leaving the house without her.
I parked my truck behind a Buick, then stepped out and went to the door. I could hear girly giggles and chatter behind it as I rang the doorbell three times. It only took a few minutes for someone to come to the door, and when it flung open, Aniya appeared, eyes going wild when she saw my face.
“What up, Niya? Long time, no see.”
“Oh my God, Zi. What are—it’s good to see you,” she said, baffled by my presence. She stepped closer and opened her arms for a hug. I reciprocated, not letting the hug linger too long.
“How have you been?” I asked, stepping back.
“I’ve been well. A little surprised to see you here, though.”
“Yeah, I was in the neighborhood,” I fibbed and smiled.
She smirked. “Listen. I can’t let you in here, Zi.”
“That’s fine. Either she comes out, or I come in.
Either way, I’m going to see her,” I told her firmly.
She stared at me for a second, then nodded, allowing me entry.
I stepped through the threshold, looking around at all the wedding paraphernalia, and wanted to burn all this shit to the ground.
No way was I seeing this shit. No way was the love of my life about to break my heart like this.
Aniya led me down the hall to the sunken living room, where six other women and Jordin sat, holding champagne glasses, laughing while Jordin’s back was to me, opening gifts.
“Who was at the door, Ni—” Jordin started, but she immediately sprang from her seated position upon seeing me, while the gift she was opening fell to the floor.
“Oh my God!” Jessie exclaimed, covering her mouth in shock.
“Z-Zion . . . what—” Jordin stuttered, but I cut her off.
“What’s up, Dinny? Surprised to see me?” I asked her, stepping down the three steps to where she stood.
I could see her swallow with her eyes misting.
“Zion. . .”
“Tell your friends goodnight, Dinny. I’m going to find a room upstairs. Three minutes. That’s all I’m extending. Find me when you’re done.” I then turned, found the stairwell, and ascended it. I could hear the soft whispers, but I didn’t care about any of it.
I found the first door, opened it, and then proceeded inside once I saw it was unoccupied. I purposely left the door open so I could hear when she was near and took a seat on the bed.
It didn’t take long for her to appear in the doorway, and she looked even more beautiful than the girl I left behind.
Her soft, brown skin looked slightly tanned, giving her a roasted-almond look.
Her soft hair, which she used to wear neck-length, was now in long, curly layers.
My eyes traveled to her apple-sized breasts that had a little more definition, then to her slim waist and wide hips.
Those piercing, brown eyes still captivated me, and her pretty lips still looked kissable.
I stood to my full height, walking up to her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Zion. . .” she called out breathlessly. When I felt her arms around my neck as she squeezed me, my body relaxed, and I nuzzled my nose in her neck, smelling her sweet scent.
“I missed you, baby. Damn, I missed you,” I said, running my palms up and down her back. She pulled away, and I removed one of the curls framing her face.
“I missed you, too, Zi. But—”
“But what, Dinny? I hope you don’t think you're about to marry this nigga. That’s where we are now, Jordin?”
“You told me not to wait, Zion.”
“Yeah, but nowhere in me telling you not to wait did I say go marry the next nigga. Nowhere did I tell you to fall in love or get into anything serious with anybody.”
“It’s not what you think, but what did you expect, Zion?”
“I expected you to be available to me when I got out, like I asked.”
“People grow up, Zi. I would have waited if you asked me to, but you never asked me. Now you come here, having my friends questioning me, and I don’t even know what to tell them.”
“You ain’t gotta tell them shit. The only thing they need to know is that fucking wedding is off. I can’t let you get away from me, baby. What we had, what we are to each other, has to hold some weight here.
“Before you left me that last day, I begged you to be single by the time I got out. I even wrote you letters, letting you know that I was coming for you when I got out. So don’t act oblivious like you didn’t know how serious I was.”
“I—”
I slammed my lips into hers and slid my tongue into her mouth to stop whatever she was about to rant about.
I didn’t want to hear any of that shit.
She resisted me for all of two seconds before I felt her tongue inside my mouth.
Just feeling the familiarity of her kiss filled my heart with so much passion that I ripped the dress she was wearing from her body.
A soft whine released from her mouth as I lifted her, and her legs wrapped around my waist tightly.
I could feel the longing in her kiss and the heat rising in her body and between her legs.
My shorty missed me.
Now I had hope that she would call off that bullshit wedding and run away with me.
I needed her.
She was the missing piece to my puzzle, and just by how our bodies infused together, I’d say I was right.
Our clothes and underwear disappeared as I lay her in the center of the mattress.
I hadn’t had pussy in fifteen years, so I knew once I entered her, I was only going to last a minute.
I didn’t care, though, because I planned to do her ass all night.
I trailed kisses down the length of her neck to her pretty, round breasts that still held their youth, and alternated sucking them both.
“Oh, God, Zion!” she yelled, her hands caressing the sides of my face.
“Let daddy come home, shorty. I need you, baby.”
“Zion, baby . . . please,” she begged, hips wounding underneath me. I continued my stroll down her body until I reached her pussy and dove headfirst inside her oasis. The taste of her had me gripping her thighs and sucking her pussy as if I’d die of starvation.
I could feel her body rotating.
Her soft moans became louder.
Her dainty palms gripped her breasts before she gripped the hair that had grown out on my head and thrust her hips forward.
“Shit, Zion! Fuck!”
“Mmmm.” I moaned, feeling her clit pulsate against my tongue before the tsunami she produced poured into my mouth.
It was just as sweet as I remembered.
I gave her pussy slow kisses as her body jerked, and she pushed my head back. I slowly lifted, hovering over her, seeing the tears running down her face and falling into her ears. I kissed them away, then drove my tongue in her mouth.
“Come home with me,” I said, pulling back. I didn’t know whose house we were in, and I didn’t care. Part of me, the petty part, hoped this was the house they shared together because I felt like getting real disrespectful.
She reached up and touched my face. “I love you, Zion. Always will. But I can’t.”
“You can. You promised me. I don’t want to do life without you, Dinny. I went fifteen years without you. I need that time back.”
Her thumb traced my bottom lip, and she placed a loving kiss on it. “Make love to me.” The command was soft but filled with need. Without a second thought, I slid inside of her, praying that I could change her mind come morning.