Chapter 2
two
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Hendrix
There used to be only three things I needed in life to be happy: money, basketball, and my freedom.
In the blink of an eye, Cassidy had suddenly taken precedence over my need for freedom, and I didn’t put up a fight about it.
After seeing her again and spending the week with her on that island, I knew fate had stepped in and expedited our feelings for one another.
When I got back, I made up my mind that I was done with all the nonsense that came with being single.
I wanted her to be mine. Cassidy was the type of woman that made a nigga flex his brain.
Everything about her made me want to go harder.
I never expected to ever want to move mountains for her fine, stubborn ass. Yet, life was just better with her.
“How’d the interview go, babe?” I asked as soon as I answered her phone call, making sure not to answer her FaceTime call before having her call me regularly.
“Why didn’t you answer my FaceTime call?” she inquired.
“I’m just leaving practice and my service is shitty. Tell me how the interview went,” I said, changing my question into a statement.
“Not so good,” she admitted.
“What do you mean? Walk me through it. What did they ask and what did you say?”
“They asked everything I thought they would. You know like, which programming languages and software I knew, and asked if I was ready to lead a team. Everything we went over.”
“Okay, so what was so bad about it?”
“I don’t know why I feel like I bombed it, but I do. You know how you can just catch a vibe when you walk into a room? I didn’t get a good feeling. It was like they already had their mind made up on who they wanted for the promotion and interviewing me was just them checking the box.”
“Did they say anything at the end, like when you could expect to hear something?”
She let out a frustrated breath. “They said they’d be in touch. That’s never a good sign.”
“Don’t feel that way, baby. Just think positive.”
“How about you think positive, and I’ll continue to think how I think,” she replied, tone dry as a bone.
“Or you could look at yourself in the mirror and see what I see.”
“And what exactly do you see?” she probed.
“I see a woman who knows how to make a man pay attention. Look at what you’ve already accomplished.
All you do is inspire. These hoe ass execs gon’ hate and make you feel like you ain’t on their level, but they need to get on yours.
With a face like that and that gorgeous smile, plus brains—you a triple threat.
I’m your number one fan, Cass. You a real one. I know it and you know it too.”
I could hear her cheesing through the phone. “Thank you, baby.”
“You know I always want to see you smiling and at your best.”
“I know. I miss you.”
A smile walked up one side of my face. “I miss you, too. Where you at?”
“On my way home. I stopped by the store to get a bottle of wine and some roll-ups.”
“What you got planned when you get in the house?”
“I’m going to pop the cork on this lovely bottle of Pinot and take a nice, warm bath, and I’m definitely going to roll myself a blunt.”
“It’s been that type of day, huh?”
Her exhale gusted into the receiver. “Yeah, it really has, baby.”
“I wish I could see you and make it all better.”
“You on top of me would be goals right now,” she confessed.
I kept her on the line until I heard keys jingling in the lock and stood to my feet.
She opened the door to a trail of bright red rose petals leading from the front door all the way down the hall to her bedroom.
Dozens of candles aligned her floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the view of city lights in her living room.
“What’s that you said about goals?” I asked, holding the phone in one hand and a bouquet of long-stemmed red roses in the other.
She looked at me in awe before dropping her phone inside her Louis Vuitton bag. “Hendrix? W—what are you doing here?”
“I've been waiting on you.”
“I can see that. And not that I’m not happy to see you, but why are you here?”
“I came to celebrate with you,” I explained, walking over and presenting her with the roses before pulling her into my tattoo-laced arms.
She encircled my neck with her arms. “Celebrate what? I didn’t get the job yet. It was just the interview, remember?”
“So what?”
“I can’t believe you came all this way to surprise me. You’ve got rose petals and candles.”
“And I got some rosé on ice and even got you a blunt rolled. You can get as high as you want tonight, baby.”
Her eyes galloped up to mine as her lips swooped to one side. “You thought of everything, huh?”
“I think so.”
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” she chirped, running her hand down the side of my face. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”
“I could hear it in your voice earlier in the week that you were stressing about today, so I wanted to make sure I came to you and realigned your chakras and shit.” I smirked.
I scooped her into my arms and carried her down the hallway and into the bathroom where I had a warm bubble bath and her blunt waiting for her. I sat her on the edge of the bathtub and slid off her heels one by one before rubbing the soles of her feet.
She dropped her head back and opened her mouth. “Mmm. That feels so, so good, baby,” she groaned.
“There’s more where that came from when you get out. Go ahead and take your bath, smoke, and unwind. I’ll be waiting for you in the room whenever you’re ready,” I told her before gently kissing her lips.
Forty-five minutes later, Cassidy stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in her oversized towel with a set of hazy eyes and a demure grin across her face.
I had songs by Maxwell, Daniel Caesar, Ginuwine, Jhene Aiko, and Trey Songz on the playlist to set the mood as I stood by the massage table I had set up in the corner of her bedroom.
“Hendrix!” she said, eyeing the massage table. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”
I shrugged it off, knowing I’d never put that much effort into one woman before. “This is lightwork.”
She batted her eyes at me. “Mmhm. Whatever.”
“I just have one rule before you lay your fine ass on this table.”
“And what’s that?”
“No clothes allowed.”
She willingly dropped her towel and laid across the table so I could oil her body down and massage her from her crown to the soles of her feet. After lathering my hands with oil, I embraced her curves while gently kneading her honey brown skin.
“You know, I was ready to write this entire week off, but you really turned it around for me,” she acknowledged with her face buried in the table opening.
“See, all you needed was me,” I affirmed, leaning down to place a trail of kisses down her spine. “I know that you've been missing me on you. Don’t worry, daddy gon’ give you all you can take tonight. Get your beautiful ass on the bed.”
Cassidy tip-toed over to the bed and pressed her back against her lavender silk sheets. She flashed me a gentle grin as I encircled her waist in my arms and crushed my body into hers. “I wanna taste it tonight, Cass. No reservations,” I said while shifting my bottom lip between my teeth.
“You know you don’t need an invitation,” she confirmed, spreading her soft legs from east to west.
I let my hands roam all over her body as if it was my first time touching her. I planted open-mouth kisses across the length of her slim waistline, and she squirmed. The second my lips touched her smooth skin, her body shivered.
“Ooh yes, baby,” she moaned.
I rested the palms of my hands underneath the bend of her knees as Cassidy held my head hostage between her thighs as my tongue went into overdrive on her sweet spot.
I reached up and grabbed her breasts as she dangled her legs on my shoulders.
I glanced up at her and watched her suck on her fingertip and then run a ring around her nipples, getting them wetter and harder.
I loved the euphoric faces she made. She was the portrait of beauty.
Just watching her made my dick hard enough to bust through a concrete wall.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and flipped her petite body upside down to start eating her ass while she aggressively grabbed my dick with both hands.
She felt my hardness grow through my boxers and didn’t hesitate to pull it out.
Her mouth lathered it up with spit, then sucked on my balls as the head of my dick rested on top of her shoulder.
“Open wide, baby,” I mumbled to her.
She took my dick inside her warm mouth and sucked me off in the sixty-nine position.
“Take your hands off it, girl. You know how I like it.”
Cassidy let her hands hang freely as I smacked her ass and thrusted my dick in and out of her mouth. As much as I enjoyed the foreplay, I was ready to be inside her. I laid her back down on the bed and started to climb on top of her when she reached out her hand to stop me.
“Hold up.”
Confused, I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I just want to try something new.”
“Okay.”
“Just lay back. I’ll be right back,” she told me.
I did as told with a grin across my face.
Sex with Cassidy was always fire. She kept getting freakier and freakier as we went along.
She popped out of the closet with a silk blindfold in hand and proceeded to blindfold me.
Minutes later, I felt her warm hand grip my dick before feeling something cold and waxy being wrapped around it.
“Yo, Cass.”
“Shh. Just go with it.”
“What are you doing?” I probed.
“You trust me, don’t you?”
“I do, but—"
“Okay, then. Now relax. I’ll tell you when you can look.”
That was the last thing I heard before feeling her warm mouth locked around my shit. “Mmm, shit,” I groaned, palming the back of her head.
The harder she sucked, the more I could smell the sweet scent of strawberries, and the more curious I got. “Mmm. Let me look at you. You know I love lookin’ at that sexy ass mouth wrapped around my dick.”