Chapter 10
Harlo had disappeared into the guest bedroom when we made it in from the ride-out.
I noticed she was awfully quiet at the clubhouse, barely talking unless it was to anyone who addressed her.
Other than that, she easily faded into the background, and I immediately picked up on it.
Not to say she was this super wild party girl, but she was distracted, and I’d seen that look in her eyes before.
Something spooked her, and I was about to get to the bottom of it.
I went to my bedroom to undress into my briefs and sweatpants that hung low on my waist. Bare chested and confident, I strolled right into the open bedroom door of the guest room, only to find it empty.
I paused only for a second as the soft jazz playing from down the hall became clearer.
I followed the sounds down to her studio, where I found her sitting in front of a canvas, painting away.
I slipped into the room, one foot against the wall with the other planted on the floor. I folded my arms over my chest as I watched her try to process whatever was on her mind. She gasped when she noticed me in the room with her. “Come here, mama,” I commanded in an even tone.
She hesitantly placed her paintbrush down with a heavy sigh.
After a quick pause, she stood and floated over to me.
I knew she was burdened. It filled the room with a darkness that I didn’t like coming from her, because it wasn’t her natural aura.
I was going to do whatever required to get her back to her normal.
By the time she was in front of me, I had my arms open, and she walked right into them. “What’s wrong, mama? You know you can talk to me, and before you lie, I know it’s something, so just put it on the flo’. I’m listening.”
She nibbled on her bottom lip, a clear indication that she was debating on whether she should tell me or not.
The stern look I gave her made her release a shaky breath before backing out of my arms. She walked to the other side of the room for her phone, then came back.
I watched her unlock it and whatnot before handing it to me.
My blood began to boil, seeing the picture and the message. Not many people had Lo’s number, and I was going to figure out how this nigga had it. Palming Lo’s cheek, I bent down so we were eye to eye.
“He only wants to scare you because he knows he don’t scare nobody else.
We look good as fuck together. I’m about to use that photo as my profile picture, because fuck him and whoever works for him.
You are safe, LoLo. He can only have control over you if you let him, and I say fuck that nigga.
You’re tougher than that. This is a mind game.
You’re a woman, and y’all are much better at them. ”
I smacked her on the ass for emphasis because I’d already told her about that scary shit. “Wait . . . you’re mad at me?”
I sent another sharp slap across her cheeks that made her hiss. “Damn right, because I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you’re safe for you to get it. Fuck that nigga. He’s nothing. Do you understand me?”
She was not expecting this reaction out of me, but by the look on her face, I could tell it made her pussy leak a little bit.
She knew I was right. She had decided not to be afraid anymore, and I wasn’t going to let a little threat reverse all the work she’d done.
It was fuck Emir for life. He had no power over her, but the woman in front of me absolutely had all the power over me.
“I understand,” she replied before dropping to her knees in front of me.
I looked down my body at her, and she was so beautiful that I could only act on my impulse to have her right now. Because of my sweatpants, it was easy for her to push them down my legs and release my erection into her soft hands. She moaned, seeing the precum oozing from the tip.
“Wow, so a spanking turns your freaky ass on, huh?” I teased in a low voice. The same way I’d surprised her, she’d hit the reverse card on me, because now I was stumped.
She nodded, then swiped her tongue across my tip.
The hiss I released seemed to satisfy her in every way.
In a quick motion, she gripped the base of my dick and pushed all of me inside of her mouth.
She told me I was the perfect width and length.
Nothing too crazy but something so right that she creamed every time she thought about me.
I gripped her hair in my fingers, while she thrived off knowing she was getting to me. Lo’s head was fire as fuck. She sucked my dick like she needed my forgiveness to breathe. She had allowed Emir to get to her, but it had better be the last time. There was nothing to fear because . . .
“I got you, mama. I promise I’m handling it.
” My strong voice ripped through the sound of her slurping my shit up with passion.
The feeling of her jaws tightening around my dick kept me in the present.
Her mission was to weaken me, and because of the way she was taking me to the back of her throat, I would continue to let her ass win.