Chapter 36
V Saint
“The woman I obsessed with stayed beside me at my worst and still chose me.”
It had been close to twenty-four hours since Sade had been in my presence, and she was settling my mind just lying at the foot of the bed. She was watching TV and making sure I didn’t smoke. She was like a little guard dog.
But I was still sick. The Zofran she gave me helped for a few hours, then it was back to head in trash can. So, I texted Vanessa and told her to send the doctor. I was exhausted, antsy, and losing weight. I needed something to get me to sleep and eat.
About an hour later, there was a knock on the suite door.
Sade looked over at me. “That’s probably them.”
I nodded and leaned my head back against the chair while she went to open the door.
Vanessa walked in first, carrying her purse and a smoothie. She looked at Sade and then looked over at me with a smirk.
I already knew what that look meant. Nigga how you pull this off?
I looked back at her like: Because of your big ass mouth talking about me in front of everybody.
Vanessa tried not to laugh while the doctor walked in behind her with his bag and a nurse. My sister and I connected so much that we could damn near read each other’s minds and knew each other’s facial expressions.
My mother came in last, and her face changed immediately.
“Oh, baby…”
“I’m alive, ma, I don't need no sympathy,” I told her.
“Barely,” Vanessa said under her breath.
Sade stepped aside while the doctor started setting things up.
My mother looked over at Sade. “And who is this pretty girl?”
I looked at Sade for a second before answering. “My friend. She been helping me stop smoking.”
My mother smiled immediately. “Well, thank God for you then, cause this hard-headed boy doesn’t listen to anybody.”
Sade smiled politely. “I’m trying, but he ain’t listening.”
The doctor sat beside me, checking my vitals.
“Are you still throwing up?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You smoke today?”
I looked away.
“That means yes,” Vanessa said.
“Only a couple of hits. Nothing major.”
The doctor shook his head. “You’re making this harder on yourself, Mr. St. Clair.”
“Today was my last day,” I told them truthfully. I was tired of being sick.
The nurse inserted a port into my forearm and started the IV. Sade stood nearby, watching closely. As soon as the nausea medicine hit my bloodstream, my body started easing up a little.
“What’s in that?” I asked.
“Fluids, anti-nausea medication, something for anxiety, sleep, and pain.”
“Just what I need.”
The doctor adjusted the IV and looked at me seriously. “Your body needs a break. This should help.”
My mother sat beside me after that and rubbed my hand.
“How’s pops?” I finally asked.
My mother sighed softly. “Not good.”
I looked down at the floor.
“He asked about you today.”
That one hit me hard.
“When you get some strength back, go sit with your father. Spend those last moments with him.”
I nodded once. Couldn’t really say anything else.
Sade looked over at me after that, and I knew she could see it all over my face.
The fear. The grief. All that shit I was trying to keep tucked down.
Vanessa walked over and squeezed my shoulder. “You gon’ get through this.”
I ain’t answer her.
The meds started kicking in stronger after that. My body finally stopped fighting itself long enough for me to breathe normally.
Sade sat beside me on the bed while everybody talked quietly around us.
I looked over at her.
“Go home, Sade.” My voice slurred a bit.
She looked at me like I was crazy and laughed. “You know I’m not leaving.”
The room started getting blurry after that.
Everything finally slowed down.
I leaned my head back against the headboard and closed my eyes for a second while Sade’s hand rested against my arm.
Then, my mind got quiet, and I fell asleep.
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A few hours later, I woke up and finally didn’t feel sick to my stomach, and my nerves were calm.
Sade was next to me, asleep. Of course, she didn’t leave with everyone else.
I looked her up and down. She had changed her clothes and looked fresh-faced.
I didn’t want to wake her, but as soon as I started reaching for my water, her eyes slowly opened.
She was not at the foot of the bed anymore.
She was on the side of me and closer than I expected.
“What’s up, ma? You hungry?”
She sat up and stretched. “Yeah, a lil bit. How do you feel now?” she asked, sounding concerned.
“Way better. But I’ma be honest with you, I wasn’t expecting you to stay this long. No woman stays around a nigga when they’re weak.”
“What do they do? Leave?” She looked at me.
“Yup.”
“Well, I’m not them. I’m not going to lie, seeing you like this reminded me that I care about you.”
“Why? Because you feel sorry for me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“No, because this humanized you. You’re real, and I knew that since high school. But this is different.”
I smirked. “I thought you ain’t remember when we were teens.”
She giggled. “Okay, I lied. I remember a lot of things when it comes to you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like that, we used to sneak to y’all school too for football games, and I used to watch you play.”
I chuckled. “You’re cap.”
She laughed. “Not cap. I always thought you were cute and wondered what it was like to be with you. I always thought I wasn’t your type because I wasn’t fucking like the other girls. Yeah, you complimented me, but I knew I couldn’t give you what you wanted.”
I looked down at my arm, looking at the empty IV. “You ain’t never liked a nigga like that.”
She made me look at her by raising my chin with her index finger. “I did… and still do.”
I sighed and moved her finger away. “I gotta confess some shit you don’t know ‘bout me,” I told her.
“What is it?”
“I’m not who you think I am. I’ve been on drugs, hard drugs.
I’ve run through a lot of women, including your friends.
I’ve watched you over the years blossom into a woman.
But not how you think. I know who you’ve dated.
I know you got further than they should with you.
I’ve known your moves before you even knew them.
I been on some creep shit when it came to you, and if that makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry. ”
She laughed. “So, you’ve been stalking me?”
I chuckled. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”
She glared at me. “I’m not mad or creeped out. That just means you know me. I don’t care if you’ve been with my friends either. They’re nobody.” She leaned in and kissed me, catching me off guard. I kissed her back. The kiss turned passionate, but I pulled away.
“You movin’ fast, ma,” I said lowly, still surprised I’d just kissed the woman of my dreams.
“No, I’m moving how I should have moved years ago. Remember what you said to me in the club years ago? The answer is yes.” She started kissing me again.
I raised an eyebrow. “You drunk or the doc gave you meds too?”
She laughed. “No, silly.”
“You know how to take a port out?”
“I can try,” she said softly.
“Take this out and come shower with me.”
“O-okay,” she said nervously.
She found the gauze the doctor had left and slowly pulled out the port.
I looked at her and smirked. “Thanks, nurse.”
She laughed. “Yeah, right.”
She got out of bed and went to the bathroom first. I walked behind her, and all I could think was damn, am I dreaming? I had to pinch myself. This shit was real.
I walked into the bathroom right when she lifted off her shirt.
No bra, titties perfect and not too big. I knew she had a breast reduction and tummy tuck. She had documented it on her social media. She was still thick as fuck. She slid down her leggings and stood in front of me in her pink panties.
She snickered. “You like what you see?” she asked, mocking me from the night before.
“Hell yeah. Get in, I’ll meet you there.”
I liked how she wasn’t shy. She was confident. Now I was curious how far this was about to go.
I watched her get in and let the water hit her. I took a well-needed piss then brushed my teeth.
She was washing her body by the time I was done. As soon as I stepped in, she pulled me close to her. Shit was crazy because I never let women shower with me.
“You sure about this?” I asked lowly.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I pressed her against the tile.
We started kissing again, then I moved to her neck as she rubbed the top of my head. I moved to her breasts and took my time sucking and licking her nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“That feel good to you?” I asked gently.
“Yes,” she whispered again.
I kept going.
My hands explored her body, her hips, her ass. I ran my fingers through her wet hair. No tracks, no wig. This was a natural beauty, something I ain’t had since high school.
I went further and started rubbing her pussy. She let me. She was waxed, and it was pretty, but I almost didn’t want to go any further. She was special to me and untouched. I didn’t deserve this. I didn’t want her to think this was all I wanted.
“You sure this is what you want?” I asked again. “I don’t deserve you.”
She giggled. “Yes, Vaughn. Now don’t ask again. I’m choosing you.”
“Whew… let’s get out.”
I passed her a robe and slipped on mine. She took my hand and led me to the bed. I couldn’t lie; my heart was racing.
She pulled me into a hug and said, “Stop acting shy with me. We’re here now.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
I opened her robe, let it fall, and laid her on the bed. This was Sade Bennett, the girl every man wanted, and I had her.
I took my time again, kissing on her.
Lips. Tits. Stomach.
Shit, I even sucked her pretty toe. The complete foreplay package.
Then I went for the kill.
I pushed her legs up and started eating her pussy soft, gentle, taking my time with it. She tasted clean, and she was getting wetter and wetter and wetter. Her moans drove me insane.
“You like that, ma?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she cooed.
I kept going and slid one finger inside. She was tight as hell. All I could think was, I’m going to hurt this woman insides.