Chapter 9
V Saint
“I don’t look for peace… I keep something around to quiet the noise.”
My team finally came down from the success high of the convention.
Now we were in the middle of the week, sorting shit out.
I was on lunch with a baddie named Nia Morgan.
I wasn’t in the mood for somebody new, so I hit up a chick I’d smashed within the last year.
Nia was cool, didn’t talk much, just liked good food and being in my presence.
That was the kind of female energy I needed at noon, since I couldn’t seem to live without a woman in my space.
Women came with baggage, but they were my peace.
“This chicken is so fire,” she said, dipping another garlic parm wing into ranch.
“Yeah, they fire. But let me ask you something.”
She smiled. “Ask away.”
“You know why I like to be with yo’ fine ass. You pretty, you quiet, you mind your business… but why do you like being around me? I only feed you dick and wings.”
She laughed. “Because I like free dick and wings on a random weekday.”
I chuckled. “Fair enough.”
At that moment, my receptionist walked in after one knock. I frowned, but I saw the urgency in her eyes.
“I’m sorry for busting in. I know you’re on lunch, but Milan is on her way back here. I told her no, but she’s giving me a hard time,” she said nervously.
“I sure am,” my ex, Milan, said, walking in already full of venom.
I stood up, not expecting her, but she was always in my space at the wrong time.
“What’s up, V Saint? She part of the application process?”
I frowned. “Mind your business.”
“I’m just curious how you got a different bitch every week but been stuck on the same woman for a decade.”
I looked at Nia because she was clearly looking at me, confused.
“Can you step out for a second? Don’t leave,” I told her.
“Sure.” She smiled.
“You look familiar. You be with that girl Sade, huh?” Milan asked Nia, but I cut her short.
“You don’t get to ask nobody questions,” I told Milan, then looked at Nia. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
She grabbed her plate of wings and mac and left out.
Milan laughed. “You keep a big girl in the tuck.”
“You jealous?”
“Absolutely not. You’re just running through the whole friend circle, huh? You think Sade gon’ like you after she finds out you fucked all her friends?”
“You think it’s a flex that you think you know my business?”
She snickered. “Yup, because if people knew you been a fuckin’ stalker, it would stop everything. Let everybody know why you really ended things.”
“Let them know you were having an affair with my broke ass cameraman? Is that what you said?”
“Nah, that you’ve been following that girl’s life without her knowing.” She folded her arms.
“That a crime? The crime was that you hacked my shit after I told you we were done. Now, why the fuck are you here?”
“You paid my rent for four years, and they are trying to evict me.”
I smirked. “Get a job. Go back to working at Louis Vuitton.”
“I didn’t have to work when I was with you, Vaughn. That was four years with no job. I need time.”
“You came in here with your thong on fire, then want me to pay your rent? You delusional. I’m not a trick.”
“I didn’t say you were a trick. You said I ain’t have to work. You said we was gon’ get married. You promised me a lifestyle I can’t maintain on my own. You’re fucking up my image with this.”
“So you’re broke. You ain’t save none of the money you stole from me? Thought you were smarter than that.”
She frowned. “I didn’t steal… You gave me access.”
“Too much access.”
“So now that you know I’m broke, can you please help me? I don’t want to go back to my parents.”
“You’re thirty-four, Milan.”
“I’m not asking to be back with you… just to not be on the damn street.”
I huffed. “You got two months left out of me.”
“That’s all I need.”
“And keep ya mouth closed. You too invested in shit that ain’t got nothing to do with you.”
She walked up and kissed me without asking.
“Your lil’ secret is safe with me… if I can get some of you one last time.”
I pushed her back. “Don’t blackmail me with dick. I’ll pay your rent directly. Now leave.”
She left with no last words.
I called my receptionist to tell Nia to come back in and to warm my food up. I needed a reset.
Nia came back in, didn’t speak on anything, and I was glad of that. I locked the door and moved on.
We finished our lunch, and I looked at the time.
“I only have thirty-five minutes left with you,” I told Nia.
She looked at me. “Well, let me give you a happy ending. Your energy came down after that lil’ meeting.”
I chuckled under my breath. “You can tell?”
She stood up, walked around my desk, and squatted in front of me.
“I pay attention to you. Of course, I can tell.”
She started undoing my belt and pants.
She pulled my dick out, slid my pants and boxers low, and started sucking me until I got hard. Once I was up, she started deep throating me while massaging my balls. I looked down at her and bit my lip. She looked too damn good serving me.
“You want me to go lower again?” she asked softly, stroking me.
I knew what she meant, and I let her. Her tongue trailed down my dick, past my balls, and stayed right there at my gooch. It only took a few swirls of her tongue in that one spot to send my hormones through the roof. I made her stand up and then lifted her onto the table.
“You know what that do to me,” I uttered, seductively.
She giggled. “I know.”
Damn, she my favorite eater, I thought.
I reached into my drawer for a condom and opened it with my teeth. She took off her leggings and tossed them.
I sucked my middle finger and slid it inside her pussy. “Mmm, you already wet for me.”
She took my finger out and put it in her mouth.
I pushed her legs up and slid inside.
“You know how to get me together, huh?” I kissed her neck.
She laughed. “I sure do.”
I looked at my watch and only had fifteen minutes to catch my nut. I picked up my pace, knowing she was a screamer. That made me put my fingers in her mouth like a pacifier.
“Be quiet, ma. My pops gon’ kill me if he hears you.”
She shook her head fast. “Oh my God, your father is here?”
“Yeah, he’s visiting.”
“You just feel too good,” she moaned.
“I know… we can run it back another time.” I put my hand over her mouth.
I finished her off in ten minutes max. My alarm went off, DND turned off, and my phone was already ringing off the hook before I could slide off the condom.
“I have to get back to work,” I tossed the rubber in the trash.
“Me too, but I have to head home first. Thank you for lunch.” She jumped off the table, looking for her clothes.
I raised my eyebrow. “And the dick.”
She giggled. “And the dick, boy.”