Chapter 8 #4
I knew he had some ties to Shio, since he sent him as a replacement, but the last place I thought I’d see him again was here at the Rinaldi estates.
Honestly, I was hoping to never see him again.
I told myself I was going to forget that night.
Hell, I’d even told him that. As for the video of us at the restaurant, I’d yet to edit and upload.
I didn’t want to deal with all the think pieces in the comments or be reminded of that night.
I was shocked my sister hadn't mentioned the live, or that no one had screen recorded it.
The next day, when I came to my senses, I nearly had a panic attack waiting for someone to tag me in some clips taken from the live.
It had been weeks, though, and so far, so good.
Mocha was chronically online, and even she hadn’t said anything.
That was nobody but God. Tunan was fine, and the dick was immaculate, but that night should have never happened.
I was supposed to end my night with Shio and be one step closer to the “in crowd,” but no, I had to open my legs for the nigga under him.
I cleared my throat and placed the flute on the stand beside me before responding. “I just wasn’t expecting you, is all.”
The smoldering flame I saw in his eyes startled me.
He was so damn attractive. I was hoping I’d imagined his good looks the other night, or that the alcohol had adjusted my eyesight, but nope.
This man was fine as hell. The best way to forget a fuck was to be embarrassed by it.
Looking at this man in the daylight made me quickly realize I wasn’t forgetting shit.
His smooth, dark coffee skin didn’t have a single blemish.
His lips were the perfect shape for his face, well moisturized from either his wet tongue or some lip balm.
His brows were unruly but shaped up just like his haircut, and both fit the hardness of him seamlessly.
I fought hard not to come right on the spot from checking him out.
And although he wasn't dressed for the occasion, the simple jean shorts, fitted T-shirt, and all-white Air Force Ones looked damn good on him.
When he leaned back with a slightly amused look on his face, the soft gust of his cologne rushed me, and damn, the man smelled heavenly.
“Oh.” He placed his fist to his mouth, while I attempted to compose myself. “The store runner don’t belong in the Don’s mansion, huh?”
My eyes bucked, and I nearly tripped over my own feet rushing to place my hand over his mouth.
Looking around, I was inspecting the nearby crowd to see if anyone had heard his loudmouth ass.
He hadn’t made a move to remove my hand, but when I felt his lips smile against my palm, I dropped it.
That fast, I could smell him on me from being so close to him.
The last thing I needed was to be carrying the scent of a man who’d made me come harder than I ever had.
However, something told me that the scent wasn’t on my clothing, but instead, in my mind.
This nigga was doing something to me without doing anything at all.
“Don’t say that,” I told him as I rubbed my hands down my pants.
“Don’t say what?”
“Don. Call him Demise around me.”
“For what? That nigga the Don.”
“Tunan…” I warned as I tilted my head.
He grinned, sending electrical currents all through my body. “Your hand tastes good, Greedy.”
“Boy! You licked me?”
He licked his lips again. “Shit, my tongue was halfway outta my mouth when you cuffed it. It was inevitable, Greedy.”
“Ugh, that nickname is atrocious. I hate it.”
“You’ll be aite. You haven’t answered my question, my baby. What got you to drinking, and why I can’t call him Don around you?”
“I wasn’t drinking… I only had a sip to attempt to calm my anxiety. And I’m not supposed to know certain things, so I turn a blind eye. As long as I don’t know what I’m not supposed to know, I won’t be kicked out the friend group.”
“Friend group?”
“Yes. The wives’ friend group. I’m the only one single and the only… Never mind. Let’s just change the subject, okay?” I looked around on the sly, trying to spot the cameras I knew were in every nook and cranny of this mansion.
“Hold up… That’s why you over here looking like you lost your best friend? They off doing wifely shit and left the single friend to hang with the aunties?”
His taunting expressions added to my already embarrassment. It was pitiful the way I’d turned into a desperate loser over wanting to be accepted by Jisei and the other wives. I had my own motion, so I couldn’t understand for the life of me why it was so important that these ladies be my friends.
Rolling my eyes, I squared my shoulders. “Tunan! Let it go, please. I’m fine. I’m just happy to be here.”
Even that sounded desperate, Glow.
I stared straight ahead, but could feel him burning a hole in the side of my face with his piercing eyes. The aunties were definitely cutting up on the floor, and the way I was embarrassing myself in front of Tunan, I may as well join them.
Thinking back to the fact that Tunan was present, I turned and asked, “Wait, what are you doing here? Where is Shio?”
Tunan leaned his back on the wall next to me, his arm brushing mine. He folded his right foot back on the wall, and even that was sexy. His scent was drowning me at this point. After he answered my question, I needed to get away from this man.
“You don’t give a fuck about that nigga, Greedy.”
“More like he don’t give a fuck about me. I haven’t heard from him since he stood me up.”
“Glow?”
“Yeah?”
I faced Tunan when he didn’t immediately respond. It was the wrong move because his eyes were dangerously low, and my panties instantly became a sloppy mess. Fuck washing; I’d have to toss these out when I got home.
Licking his lips, he sighed. “He stood you up, or he sent the realest nigga you ever encountered to get you right?”
If I had a mirror, I was sure my reflection would resemble a tomato. I’d never been more ashamed in my life. I was so turned on by this man saying nothing but regular shit. Trying my best to get right, I chuckled.
“Real nigga. Store runner. Comedian. Driver. The list keeps getting longer…”
Throwing his head back, he laughed, and it shook my core. “You funny as fuck.” He leaned in. “But don’t forget pussy beater. Add that to the fucking list too.”
Oh, God. Please be a fan.
At this point, I could smell my own arousal, so I was sure he could. The ladies walked back in, laughter following them, but they stayed on the other side of the room. Jisei spotted me, winked, and mouthed “one second.”
With a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes, I blew her a kiss and waited patiently.
Tunan chortled, which annoyed and reminded me that he was still next to me as he observed the interaction.
“Greedy?”
“Whaaaat, Tunan?”
“When your next food review, and where is it?”
I had six new restaurants to try before I started on my seafood series.
With the way Jagoda Bay was growing, I’d never run out of places to review.
If I ever did, I could hop on a flight and explore other cities nearby.
I’ll even consider trying different countries too.
Food was essential—I’d always have somewhere to review.
I sighed and kissed my teeth. “Needs to be tomorrow, but that won’t be happening.”
My eyes were still on the women as they laughed and whispered. They all looked so happy. Like my name, they were all glowing.
“Why not tomorrow then?”
“Because I’m tired of eating,” I admitted.
“Hunh? You serious?”
“Yeap. I love my job, but since I eat so much, I get sick of the smells.”
“Glow?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you desire, my baby?”
Breaking my gaze from the women, I faced him again. “What do you mean?”
He stepped forward, towering over me even in my heels. My breathing heightened as I looked up at him.
Shit. My panties aren’t going to be able to hold much more of this mess he’s causing.
“I mean… What do you want? Right now… If it’s one thing you could have, what would it be?”
Getting lost in his syrupy brown eyes wasn’t the plan.
Tunan may visually be what I want, but he has no way to help me get what I desire.
He couldn’t give me the status I wanted, even though my body said he could give me what it wanted.
I was at his mercy as I stared at his sculpted face, and even though the girls hadn’t seen my live video, all they had to do was look across the room and they’d see the passion.
We’d fucked like horny dogs in the back seat of a car that probably had expired tags.
At least we used protection. I thought, smirking as he grinned and waited for my answer.
They say “condom dick” isn’t real dick, but all I’ve ever had was condom dick, and I was lightyears away from being a virgin.
And after being fucked in that car, I for damn sure wasn’t a virgin.
Tunan was the star in that car, and I’d happily be his co-star if it allowed me to feel him on top of me again.
Easy, Glow. We said never again.
Feeling his hand on my lower back, a tingle sprouted in the pit of my stomach.
He radiated a vitality that drew me in like a magnet.
He was eager for my answer, but at the same time, something in his manner soothed me.
Was it the dick? The good looks? The chalice he possessed?
Or was I just so deprived of affection that his simple actions had me in a tizzy?
I didn't know what it was about Tunan that had me wide open, but I was two seconds away from spilling all my hopes, wants, and dreams to this man, and I didn’t even know what he’d just gotten out of jail for.
He could have been a murderer or a molester, and I’d been smiling like my name was Chester.
Pitiful.
“You ain’t gotta tell me, but I know.” He took his place back on the wall, cool as a cucumber, like he hadn’t just semi-hemmed my ass up.