Chapter 7 #2
Milani’s words stole my heart and had me breathing deeply as she straddled my lap. Her words were already an aphrodisiac, and now, with her in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me, I couldn’t put up a fight. I cupped her back and lifted us so I could place her on the table.
“You can’t always be in charge. When I just tried to feel your pussy upstairs, I was rejected,” Milani broke the kiss, cupping the sides of my face while she talked shit.
I stared down at her, my hands slipping beneath her joggers and panties.
I ignored the sound of her annoyed voice, slipping two fingers inside of her.
Her warm juices drenched my fingers and slid down my palm.
Milani moaned, spreading her legs and pulling me back down to kiss her.
My tongue explored Milani’s mouth, and her hands slipped inside my crop top to caress my breasts.
“SNEAUX LILITH BLACK!” My father’s roar had me sucking my teeth and pulling my fingers out of Milani.
“Aye, you can’t just be barging in here no more!” I scolded him, pulling myself off Milani once her joggers were back in place. Wiping my drenched fingers across the back of my shirt, I regretted living on the estate for the first time in my life.
“Sneaux, fuck that shit you talkin’. Send the young lady home in an Uber. She can wait at the gate. We have to talk now! Why are you bringing women in here any…”
Milani sat up on the table, and my father ceased his words when he recognized who was in my house. His thick eyebrows raised in confusion, then a smile spread across his face.
“Milani,” he marveled slowly and disbelievingly. “I thought you were dead when my people couldn’t find any traces of you after a year.”
“Hello, Mr. Luis. I’m very much alive,” Milani nervously waved.
My father took a step forward, then bewilderment suddenly washed off his face, and he pointed both of his pointer fingers between me and Milani.
“Did you two crazy motha fuckas kill Deja?” He accused, speaking with so much force that he was biting into his bottom lip.
I swear that moment brought back so much nostalgia.
Milani would often slip her security detail and sneak out with me, and my father would get on both of us about our poor decisions.
I smiled at the memories, immediately giving my father the wrong signal.
“My fucking God, Sneaux. You didn’t have to kill her. Now we are going to have to take out her entire family. I was probably going to have to do that anyways,” he vented, pacing back and forth.
“Where did y’all dump the body?”
“What?” We sputtered in unison.
“Dad, we didn’t kill anybody,” I clarified.
“However, if she doesn’t want to move on from Sneaux, I won’t make any promises,” Milani cut in, and my father paused, leaning his head to the side while scanning Milani’s face.
“It’s all starting to make sense. Milani, you’re the fiancée,” he rambled to himself. His usual coping mechanism when he was stressed and putting a plan together.
“Dad, what’s going on? What happened to Deja?”
“Deja went to your lounge with AC’s fiancée last night.
Somehow, Deja never left the lounge, and they haven’t heard from her all day.
Her phone’s location still has her at the lounge, and they would like to search the premises.
Deja hasn’t even checked on her daughter, and they are saying she would never not check in on her daughter.
Antonio Clayton is on my line complaining about you driving through AC’s security gate, breaking into his house, and leaving with his fiancée, who I now realize is Milani.
The last time I checked, nobody knew where Milani was.
Now she’s spread out on your dining room table, and I gotta listen to motha fuckas bitch in my ear before I go to bed.
You know I take sleeping meds and tap out before ten.
It’s 10:30. I’m supposed to be asleep. Then I see Levi smoking on his parents’ porch next door, and he tells me that somebody shot at you last night.
That’s news to fucking me! You been on and off the property all day and never told me shit. ”
“We don’t know where Deja is. I didn’t even stay until the lounge closed. After I got shot at, we came back home.”
“Luis, the entire estate can hear you. You didn’t even bother to close the door,” my mom lectured as she entered the house wearing her robe with a glass of wine in hand. She paused when she noticed Milani standing beside me, her expression hardening instantly. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“That’s what I’m in here trying to figure out,” my father replied.
“Sneaux, I want her off my property!” My mother seethed.
“What?” I puzzled.
“NOW!” She screeched.
“Milani’s not leaving. She’s here to stay.”
“Oh no she’s not!” My mother badgered, and I could see Milani shrinking beside me. I gripped her hand to assure her that I had her back no matter what.
“Sneaux, there are things that you were too young to be privy to. I think what your mother is saying is we need some time to figure things out. We know how much you girls love each other, but we would be more comfortable if Milani stays at a hotel until we figure some things out.”
“No, I…”
“It’s okay, Sneaux. I can stay at a hotel while you work things out with your family. We are doing a lot extremely fast. I don’t mind at all,” Milani tried to assure me, but I wasn’t hearing it.
“Thank you for being mature about the situation. We will give you guys a few minutes of privacy. Sneaux, come to my office once you get one of the men to transport Milani to a hotel. Whoever transports her will be her security detail until further notice. I’ll explain everything to you in private,” my father suggested, softening his tone.
I nodded, and Milani leaned her hand on my shoulder, her palms growing sweaty in my hands. She pulled her hand out of my grasp once my parents closed the front door.
“Since I have known Bill just as long as you, would you mind me taking him?” Milani wondered aloud, plopping back down in her seat.
“Nah. I promised you a vacation, and that’s what we are about to do.
I know my parents. They are about to hit me with some family, loyalty, tradition, alliance, blah blah bullshit.
I’m not going for it right now. You have had enough stress for the week.
Let me grab my passport and text the pilot,” I explained, pulling out my phone.
“We can address whatever bullshit they want to relive from the past after our vacation. They clearly feel like they have some reason that’s good enough to separate us, and I’m not going for it. ”
“No, Sneaux. We can’t do that,” Milani refuted while I typed away on my phone.
“Yes, we can. Where did you put your passport?”
“I’m not telling you. Just have Bill take me to a hotel, please,” she whined as I hit send on the message.
Me: I need your services, and I’m not in the mood to argue. I’m headed to the airstrip now. Aruba. Untraceable. If not, I’ll send these pictures to your husband and David’s wife.
Attached were pictures of my father’s private pilot, Patrice, out with David Ellis.
They were drunk, and she was tucked into one of the back booths at Terrel’s strip club getting finger fucked like David wasn’t married to a woman who would kill both of them.
Terrel’s immature ass took the pictures and sent them to me and Levi.
He was talking shit about nobody being loyal, but I saved them for leverage that came in handy.
A reply from Patrice came through moments later confirming that she was on her way to the airstrip. The plans were set in motion.
Tossing my phone onto the table. I cupped Milani’s face in the palm of my hands.
“Now that you’re back in my orbit, nothing and no one will stop me from claiming what’s mine,” I affirmed, then roughly pecked her lips.
Releasing Milani’s face, I headed for the stairs.
She was still behind me, encouraging me to hear my parents out, and that was the biggest difference between the two of us.
I was going to always do what the fuck I wanted to do.
Ignoring Milani, I gathered our required documents, quickly packed a bunch of clothes and shoes that either of us could wear.
My birthday just passed, and I did a lot of shopping to prepare for my trip to Thailand, so there were plenty of brand new clothes and bathing suits to last us the duration of our trip.
If not, there was a mall near the resort.
With the suitcase packed, Milani finally stopped arguing and started helping.
She packed up the lobster pasta so we could still have dinner while I loaded the suitcase into the truck, and we took off shortly after.