CHAPTER FOURTEEN #3
"Perfect," he said. Then to the jeweler, "We taking it. And let me see what you got in them chains. I want something with her initial on it. Big. Iced out."
"Sosa, you doing too much—"
He grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Until then, let me do what I do. Understood?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, baby."
"Good girl." He kissed me slow and deep right there in the store, his tongue sliding against mine. When he pulled back, I was dizzy.
"Now stand there and look pretty while I handle this."
He ended up buying the bracelet and a custom pendant with a "Y" covered in diamonds. Twenty-three thousand dollars total. He ain't even flinch.
"Come on," he said, taking my hand. "I'm hungry. Let's eat."
* * *
The soul food restaurant was packed but they had a table ready for us soon as we walked in because Sosa had called ahead. He always did shit like that. Planned everything out so I never had to wait, never had to stress.
We was seated in a booth in the back, and that's when I noticed them. Three bitches sitting across the restaurant, all of them staring.
Two of them was regular, brown skin, one tall, one with box braids.
But it was the third one that had my blood pressure rising.
Light-skinned. Short pixie cut. Thick as fuck in a dress that was barely legal. And she kept looking at Sosa with this little smirk on her face like she knew something I didn't.
"Babe," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "You know them hoes over there?"
Sosa looked up from his menu, his eyes following my gaze. His jaw tightened just a little, it was so quick I almost missed it, before he looked back down.
"Yeah."
"How?"
"Business shit. We run in the same circles." He took a sip of his water. "The light-skin one, Sheree, she own a club on the West Side. Why? You wanna go beat her ass?"
"Don't play with me right now."
"I'm dead ass. You wanna go beat her ass, say the word. I'll hold your purse." He smirked at me. "But she ain't nobody. Just another business owner. That's it."
Before I could respond, I saw her getting up. Walking toward us with that switch in her hips, her girls giggling behind her like this was funny.
"Sontae," she purred when she got to our table, completely ignoring me like I was invisible.
Sontae? This bitch was on a first name basis… who the fuck was she?
"Damn, stranger. You don't come through no more."
"Whaddup, Sheree." His voice was flat. Uninterested.
"You tell me, baby. I ain't seen you in months. I thought we was cooler than that." She leaned on our table, her titties practically spilling out her dress, making sure he got a good view. "You ain't gotta be so distant."
Sosa sat back, his arm going around my shoulders, his body language making it clear who the fuck I was.
"I been busy. The restaurant, my girl, all that. You know how shit go."
"Mmm." She finally looked at me, her eyes running over me like she was sizing up competition. "This must be the one everybody been talking about."
I ain't say shit. Just stared at her with a look that said try me.
"Yeah, this my lady. Yah-Yah, this Sheree. Sheree, Yah-Yah." He squeezed my shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse us, we trying to eat."
"Of course, of course." But she didn't move right away. Just stood there, biting her lip, looking at him like she wanted to devour him. "Well, don't be a stranger, Sontae. You know where to find me when you need... anything."
She walked away, her hips swaying extra hard, and I watched as she sat back down with her girls, all of them whispering and glancing back at us.
"That bitch real comfortable with you," I said once she was gone, my voice tight.
"Man, fuck her." Sosa's hand slid from my shoulder to my thigh, gripping it possessively. "I don't give a fuck about Sheree or none of them other hoes. You the only one I'm thinking about. The only one I want. So stop looking over there and look at me."
I turned to face him and he kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth, his hand sliding higher on my thigh. He didn't care that we was in public, that people was watching. He wanted everybody to know who the fuck I belonged to.
"You mine, right?" he said against my lips.
"You know I am."
"Say it."
"I'm yours, Sosa."
"Aight then." He bit my bottom lip. "Now let's eat so I can take you home and remind you why you shouldn’t be worried about no other bitch."
* * *
By the time we got home, Sosa was on me before we even made it fully through the door. His hands was everywhere, gripping my ass, sliding up my dress, unhooking my bra.
"Babe, slow down—"
"Nah." He pushed me against the wall, his body pinning me there, his dick hard against my stomach. "I ain't slowing down shit, Matter fact, take this dress off before I rip it."
I quickly unzipped it, letting it fall to the floor. He looked at me standing there in just my thong and heels, his eyes darkening.
"Goddamn," he muttered. "Upstairs. Now. And keep the heels on."
I practically ran up the stairs, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole time. By the time I reached the bedroom, he was right behind me, his hands grabbing my hips and throwing me on the bed.
"On your back. Spread your legs."
I did what he said, watching as he stripped out of his clothes, revealing all that tatted chocolate skin and muscle. His dick was already hard, thick and long, and my mouth watered.
He got on the bed, positioned himself between my thighs, and pulled my thong to the side. Then he slid two fingers inside me, making me gasp.
"You wet as fuck," he said, pumping his fingers slow. "All that attitude earlier and your pussy leaking for me. Ain't that some shit."
"Babe—"
"Babe what?"
"Fuck me."
"Nah, I want you to beg for it."
"Baby, please fuck me. I need it. I need you."
"That's better."
He pulled his fingers out, gripping my thighs and pulling me to the edge of the bed. Then he pushed inside me, slow and deep, filling me completely.
"Fuck!" I arched my back, my hands gripping the sheets.
"This what you wanted?" He started moving, his strokes long and hard, hitting my spot every time. "This dick you was worried about some other bitch getting?"
"Yes! Oh my God, yes!"
"Ain't nobody getting this dick but you." He grabbed my throat, squeezing as he fucked me harder.
"Say it."
“That’s my dick baby!"
"That's right." He leaned down, his mouth by my ear. "You mine, Yah-Yah. Every inch of you. And I'm yours. Don't forget that shit."
He flipped me over, pulling me up on my hands and knees, and entered me from behind. His hand came down hard on my ass, making me yelp.
"Throw that shit back," he demanded.
I did, meeting his every thrust, fucking him back just as hard. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with my moans and his groans.
"I'm finna come," I gasped.
"Not yet. Hold that shit."
"Sosa, I can't—"
"I said hold it." His hand wrapped around my ponytail, pulling my head back. "You come when I tell you to come."
He fucked me harder, faster, deeper, until I was crying out, my legs shaking, barely able to hold myself up.
"Now," he growled. "Come for me now."
I came so hard I saw stars, screaming his name, my whole body convulsing. He followed right after, groaning as he filled me up, his grip on my hips bruising.
We collapsed on the bed, both of us breathing hard, sweaty and satisfied. He pulled me against his chest, kissing my forehead.
"I love you," he said in a soft voice. "More than anything."
"I love you too, Baby." I whispered.
Within minutes, his breathing evened out and he was asleep, his arm was heavy across my waist. I should've been knocked out too, but my mind was still racing.
That's when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I wouldn't have looked. Swear to God I wouldn't have. But the screen lit up and the name appeared before I could stop myself.
Sheree: I find it funny how you act like you dont know me now????
My heart dropped straight to my stomach. I stared at that message, reading it over and over. So you don't know me now. Like they had history. Like he'd disrespected her today by being distant. It was like she expected more from him.
I wanted to wake him up. Shake him. Ask him what the fuck this was about. Why this bitch felt comfortable texting him like that. What she meant by "now." But I didn't. Instead, I just laid back down, staring at the ceiling, Sosa's arm still draped over me.
I wasn't gon' say shit yet.
But I damn sure wasn't gon' forget it either.