Chapter 19
When Ezekiel and I got to my place, he wanted to go right in, but I didn’t feel my freshest. I needed a shower. We’d been out and about all day… since this morning, checking on Jamia and the floral shop, back to the hospital to bring Jerzey a late lunch, gone to Starbucks to meet up with Will, then back to the hospital once again. I needed to get these germs off me, ASAP. We’d even met up with one of the detectives. I didn’t want to sleep on the information Will had given me. After Jamia had said they’d visited her while we were gone, I knew I needed to contact them ASAP to bring her assailant to justice.
I could hear music playing and the microwave going. He wanted to abandon our food all together, but I told him with all the plans he said he had for me, I had to eat, just like last time. I refused to be tapping out because I was weak and famished. That man deserved everything I had to offer, and I preferred for that ‘everything’ to be at the top of its game. I refused to allow him to catch me slipping. It was bad enough he’d already seen me at my worst before he could truly see me at my best. I supposed that was a key indicator that he really felt deeply for me already if he could hang around through all the bullshit.
Once I got out of the shower, I moisturized my skin then slid on a cotton maxi dress without undergarments. There was no need for those. The dress was long anyway. He would be able to tell I wasn’t wearing a bra, though, because my nipples stayed hard around his ass. He was already ready to tear me apart, so I probably should have put one on.
I slid on my house shoes and made my way to the kitchen to find him sitting at the table, talking on his phone. It sounded like he was either talking to his mother or an older woman. He kept saying yes ma’am, and he sounded somewhat tender. When he looked up at me, he bit his bottom lip.
“Yes, ma’am. Aunt Jocelyn, I have to go. I’ll call you when I land in New York tomorrow so we can finish this conversation.” He laughed loudly, then said, “Naw, you ain’t getting out of this one. I’m going to set an alarm to call you so I don’t forget… Love you too.”
He ended the call as I sat next to him. After setting his phone on the table, he just stared at me. God bless it. I cleared my throat. “I heard the microwave going. Is our food ready?”
He bit his bottom lip again, then said, “Mm-hmm.”
Standing from the table, he made his way to the microwave and grabbed the plate from it, then grabbed the other from the warmer on the stove and made his way back. I quickly stood to get us some tea. The man had me in such a trance, I could barely function. He glanced at me as I poured our tea and gave me a one-sided smile. He knew how gone he had me.
“What are you smiling at, Ezekiel?
“That you’re just as gone about me as I am about you. I can barely focus on anything else when you step into the room. You had to ask me about the food. All I could concentrate on was you. I don’t know what I’m gonna do after I leave tomorrow. I really wish you could come with me, baby.”
After I set our glasses on the table, he pulled me in his arms. “If I didn’t have a business to run, I would be right with you. I’ve been off long enough. I can’t stay gone for too long and lose business. While I have confidence in my work, if I’m not available, they can end up finding someone just as confident and more available.”
“I get it, baby. You don’t have to explain that to me. I’m still searching for that role that will catapult me to the A-list. I don’t care about the fame, but I want to secure my future. I want to be called for roles without having to audition. I want to get to a point where I can pick and choose the roles I want to take and scrap the ones I don’t want. My time is coming, though, and so is yours.”
He kissed my head and said, “Now come on. Let’s eat before I get caught up with how good you smell and how erect your nipples are.”
I chuckled and pulled away from him. He smacked my ass, and I felt the shit bounce. When I turned to look at him, he was still standing in the same spot like he was stuck in wet cement. Just as he was making his way to me, I hurriedly sat at the table. “Food, Ezekiel. Food.”
He smirked then went to his seat. “See, you already bossing me around. The worst part is that I’m listening. That further lets me know that I’m right where I should be. You got me, Denishia… right in the palm of your hand. I guess I’ll sit my ass down and eat like you told me to.”
I chuckled as I reached across the table for his hands. Once he grabbed them, I took the liberty of blessing the food. Despite what today had brought my way, I knew I was blessed beyond measure. Sabrina Boswell meant nothing to me, because I didn’t know her… sister or not. She didn’t have the power to steal my joy. Despite what Will speculated about how and why my mama died, I didn’t have proof of that.
When I finished, Ezekiel smiled and dug in. I did too. I was starving like I hadn’t eaten a thing earlier. I had a burger and fries from Whataburger, not to mention that big ass cinnamon roll. I was stuffed after that. Now it felt like I hadn’t eaten at all. As I enjoyed my mac and cheese, I lifted my eyes to Ezekiel to see he was fully concentrating on his steak and baked potato.
I allowed my house shoe to drop from my foot, then I lifted it to his leg. A smirk appeared on his lips as he cut a piece of steak. Ignoring me, he continued to eat, and I did the same until I could no longer resist him. I refused to allow him to keep resisting me. Standing, I made my way around the table and pulled my dress over my head. Before I could count to five, Ezekiel had stood from his seat, unleashed his dick, and lifted me to the table. The minute my ass touched the wood, his wood was sliding inside of me.
“Oh fuck!” I yelled.
He bit my neck then my earlobe. “I’m glad you came to your senses, Denishia.”
I wanted to laugh, but the minute the smile graced my lips, he knocked that shit right off. The way his dick was fighting my cervix, her only method of defense was spitting at him. That wasn’t defense at all. It was surrender. My head dropped back as my hips rolled slightly. He was tearing me apart, and I couldn’t help but voice my satisfaction. “Oh my God! Shit!”
“Damn, Denishia. Fuck! I love your pussy.”
I loved his dick. It felt like it was the only one I’d ever had. None of the others mattered after having his. I couldn’t voice any of that, though, because he’d knocked the fucking sound out of me. He gripped my neck then kissed me sloppily, only causing my pussy to get even wetter. Our saliva rolled down my face, and he licked that shit up.
Looking down at the action, he said, “I wish you could see this shit. Your pussy done creamed all over my shit.”
Before I could respond to him, he picked me up and lowered me back on his dick as he walked to my room. I didn’t know what type of weights he was lifting, but apparently, my 230 was lightweight. When he got to the room, he propped me against the wall for leverage and put my legs in the crook of his arms. When he damn near pushed my knees to my shoulders, my pussy squirted all over again. He must have had my G-spot clamped between a rock and hard place, because she couldn’t stop excreting lube.
“Zeeeeeeke! Fuck!”
“Oh, I’m Zeke now, Nishia? You’ve never called me that.”
“You’ve never… fucked me up like this.”
He only thrusted into me with more force and a frown on his face. Within seconds, he was pulling out and nutting all over my pussy. My breathing was extremely labored. I felt like I was gasping for air that I couldn’t find until he released my legs. I slid from his grasp and nearly kept sliding to the floor.
Eating didn’t do shit but make me tired. I wanted to go straight to sleep. He definitely saw it because he said, “You should have let me get at that pussy earlier, because I’m not letting you go to sleep, Nishia. You have some work to put in.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. Just as I was about to fall in it, he grabbed my shoulders and slowly pushed me to my knees. I stared up at him then digested his dick like I hadn’t just eaten dinner.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave.”
“Me either, baby, but duty calls. Your man ain’t gon’ make it to the A-list laid up in that pussy, day in and day out.”
I chuckled. “That’s not the only reason I want you to stay. I enjoy your company, Ezekiel. You’re fun to be around, and you give me a sense of peace.”
He pulled me to him and held me in his embrace for a moment. I took a deep breath and released him. That was only making it more difficult to let him leave. We were outside at Toasted Yolk and had just enjoyed a filling brunch. I lowered my gaze to the ground for a moment and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“I promise, I’ll be back as soon as I can, but I will call you when I get to Houston, then again before I board, then again before takeoff, then again when I land, and yet again when I’m on my way to my hotel. I’m gonna miss you, baby.”
I gave him a tight smile and said, “I’ll miss you too. I pray the meeting and audition go well and you get the role.”
“Thanks. I really have to go now, baby. Talk to you soon.”
I got in my car, and he closed my door, then I watched him walk to his and peel off. He was supposed to leave thirty minutes ago. We were both having a tough time physically letting go. After two sessions of intense fucking, he’d made sweet love to me and rocked my ass straight to sleep. I’d slept in his arms all night and didn’t wake up to even go to the bathroom.
As I left the parking lot to head to the floral shop, my phone started to ring. I figured it may have been Grandma. We agreed to go to dinner together today instead of lunch. It was already almost noon, and there was no way I could even get down another swallow of water at this point. I was so full of shrimp and grits I could barely breathe.
When I saw a random number that wasn’t saved in my phone, I assumed it was business. “This is Denishia with Happily Ever After Floral. How can I help you?”
“Hello, Miss Boswell. This is Detective Randall. We got her. Did you want to come to the police station?”
“Absolutely. Where did you find her?”
“Sitting outside your home.”
“What! Yeah. I’m on my way.”
That bitch had a death wish. I didn’t understand why she was out for me if we were supposedly sisters. This was crazy as fuck! I was so curious to see what her reasons were. She didn’t know me, and our sperm donor didn’t know me either. There was nothing he could have even told her about me. He was never around. Now that I knew how he’d abused my mama, I was glad he wasn’t around.
When I got to the police station, I sent Ezekiel a text to let him know where I was, just in case I was still here when he called. I knew I wouldn’t be able to answer. As I stood, my knees were literally knocking. I was so damn angry and nervous about what she would say. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to slap the piss out of her either, since we were at a police station, no matter how badly I wanted to.
Once inside, I saw Detective Randall standing up front, waiting for me. He smiled politely and said, “Hello, Miss Boswell. Follow me.”
I nodded and followed him to the back. When we reached the interrogation rooms, we walked down a hallway. When he stopped in front of the room she was in, my eyebrows lifted. I’d seen her before. I couldn’t remember where I’d seen her, but I had. She was a beautiful woman, but I noticed a couple of scars in her face, like she’d been cut… just like she’d done to Jamia.
“Stay here.”
I nodded again and watched him walk inside. She looked at him and smiled. “Do you know why we arrested you?”
“You seem to think I had something to do with breaking a window at a flower shop and attacking a woman there. They told me already.”
“So you’re saying it wasn’t you?”
“I didn’t say that. I said you think it was me.”
“That we do. We more than think it. We know it was you from facial recognition software. There was video footage of the entire thing. You had to know you wouldn’t get away with this, right?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t care whether I did or not.”
“Do you know the owner of the Happily Ever After Floral Shop?”
“Nope. I know who she is though.”
“That you do,” he said as he pulled something from a folder. “These documents say that the two of you are sisters.”
“Sisters are best friends, and they love each other. She’s not my sister.”
She got that shit right. I rolled my eyes. I wanted him to get to the point. I needed to know whether I wanted to say anything to her or not.
“Biologically, you’re sisters. Why are you trying to sabotage her livelihood and life? Don’t you have your own life to live?”
“No, I don’t. I’m sick of not measuring up to her success and being forced to take the blame for him not being in her life. I got beat every day for not being her! I got sexually abused and assaulted because I didn’t measure up to her ! So I don’t give a fuck about her being related to me. She’s related to my abuse!”
My lips parted as the detective asked, “Who did those things to you?”
“Her father! He hated me because I wasn’t her! My mother died emotionally from a broken heart and left me with him. She literally skipped town without me! And she knew what he was doing to me! Neither of them loved me! Oh, but her time was coming next had I gotten out of town quick enough.”
She stood from her seat and paced back and forth. “So excuse me if I feel nothing for her. I’ve felt nothing but pain because of her. I just wanted to send her to hell to be with her father. That muthafucka was on his deathbed and still refused to apologize to me for all the hurt he brought to my life. You know what his final words were? Huh? I love you, Denishia. He hadn’t seen her in thirty years! So fuck her, and fuck her mother too! She denied him visitations with his only daughter. Because of her denial, I suffered! He said I wasn’t his daughter. I was his fucking property to do with as he pleased.”
I was stunned into silence. I wanted to go in there and choke her to death, but at the same time, I felt sorry for her. It was his fault. He created this mess. She was angry. I knew a conversation with her would get me nowhere. It was best to leave well enough alone. He was dead, so he couldn’t even be questioned about the validity of her statements. Honestly, I didn’t care to know anything further.
He nodded, then left the room and came out to me. Before he could say a word, I said, “I don’t want to talk to her. It won’t solve a thing. I don’t want to know any more than I’ve already heard. Let me know when her trial is or if she bails out.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. I don’t care to hear anything about a man that abused my mother and abandoned us.”
I walked away from him, and he quickly got ahead of me to escort me out. She hated my mom and me, and I didn’t care enough to know why. They would probably have to handcuff me to keep me off her. That probably wouldn’t even stop me. To know that his so-called love for me caused him to abuse her made me sick inside. So… I would go back to the way things were before she showed up… just without my mom.