Chapter 19
Xylina
Yosiah entangled his large hands in my hair and groaned sleepily as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick.
“Fuck, if I knew you would start waking me up like this I would have made good with you sooner.” My stomach tightened.
I realized earlier that I loved hearing his rough, throaty, sleep-filled voice.
It always caused my nerves to tingle. Smiling around his pole, I lifted slightly, circled my tongue around the head, and sucked slowly.
The past month things with Yosiah couldn’t have been better.
After he laid me out and fucked me in the kitchen, it was like whatever final wall between us was knocked down.
He had been busy with the beta launch of his company’s newest product approaching, so time with him hasn’t been as available as I’d liked, but he didn’t turn down my date requests the couple times I’d planned them.
We started sleeping in the same bed and I found out I enjoyed pleasing him in the morning.
Sucking dick was never something I had an issue with but I did enjoy occasionally.
Yosiah’s dick was different. It was the perfect size to take down my throat.
He fit in my hand like it was molded for it.
And it was the prettiest shade of brown I’d ever seen.
My mouth watered each time I prepared to take it into my mouth.
Also, since Yosiah didn’t eat a lot of junk and took care of his body well, his cum was a treat too.
Yosiah soon emptied into my mouth. I pulled back, making sure to swallow it all and using my tongue to clean up any remaining cum.
“You’re a demon.” He squinted at me when I lifted.
Slowly, I dragged my tongue over my lips and stroked his dick.
Another good thing about Yosiah was that he was never satisfied after his first time cumming.
I guess I should thank his constant biking for his stamina.
I crawled up his body once he started getting hard in my hand again.
Biting into my bottom lip, I kept a steady grip on his dick as I lined his tip up with my opening and lowered myself onto him.
“You’re gonna make me late for my morning meetings with the developers,” he gritted, gazing at me through smoky eyes.
Clenching my walls around him, I got on tiptoe, planted my hands on his chest, and bounced. “I think I’m worth the wait, hubby.”
Being skin to skin with Yosiah made sex feel ten times better. Sometimes we still used condoms, but he rarely demanded them anymore.
Yosiah reached up and grabbed my breasts, groping them roughly. His fingers fondled my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, pinching them slightly. I hissed and tossed my head back. Since Yosiah was constantly giving them attention, they had grown more sensitive over the past few weeks.
It didn’t take long for me and Yosiah to find a rhythm. As I rode him, he thrust upward into me. I grew wetter, moaned louder. My head spun from pleasure.
“C’mere,” he demanded huskily.
Bending forward, I pressed my lips into him and lifted so I was only riding the tip. Our tongues tangled. Morning breath and cum on my tongue be damned. My stomach tightened. Sparks shot up my spine.
“Fuck me right!” he demanded, grabbing my ass cheeks and bringing them down on him roughly, over and over.
“Oooh, right there, hubby!” I cried into his mouth.
By the time I was cumming on Yosiah’s dick, I felt like I could go back to sleep for another eight hours.
“You’re like a damn succubus lately,” he breathed, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
“I don’t see you complaining.” I pecked his lips then pulled away grinning.
“Just what I needed before heading into work.”
Things with Simone had been going great too.
Over the past month I had been helping her change and develop her new style.
She was growing out of her standard, oversized, boho look and becoming more feminine boho.
Her single was due to be released soon, along with the video.
I had been meeting with different designers and brands to build the perfect look for her.
Working had been a learning curve for me.
While I was used to giving clothing suggestions and putting looks together for myself, it felt completely different doing it for someone else.
But I liked it. Loved it actually. In my spare time I had been doing research to learn exactly what was needed of me.
Keri also had been a huge help, helping me settle in.
Currently, I was building a look book for Simone and her new look.
Today I was meeting with Kinsley Barker.
It was hard to get on her books. Not only was she the younger sister of well-known influencer Xiomara and twin to rising singer Kayleigh, but she was one of the best celebrity hairstylists in the industry and I knew she would get Simone right.
There was an R&B festival coming up and Simone was in the lineup.
Following that she had a video shoot for a song she was featured in, a magazine shoot, then she was flying to London toward the end of the month for a few events and collab meetings.
She had warned me that the beginning of summer through the winter was a busy season for her and I was due to be there for it all.
“Work feels good to say, huh?”
My smile turned bashful. “Sure does.”
Yosiah turned and stood, stretching and rolling his neck between his shoulders. “Have you thought about what we talked about?”
“Oh no, I haven’t.” The artist she had asked me about during Simone’s shoot who’d wanted to meet with me about working together.
Since Simone’s switch up, she had been getting even more attention.
She tagged me in one of her posts and it was like a snowball effect, more artists were reaching out to work with me.
When I mentioned it to Yosiah, he suggested I make a real business out of it and take on more clients.
I didn’t know how I felt about it. That sounded like a lot of work and responsibility.
I knew nothing about running a business.
“You should. It’s obvious people see the potential in you. You should see it in yourself.” He rounded the bed and headed for the bathroom.
Yosiah made a good point, but I was just getting used to the new changes in my life. Things were happening fast and I was doing my hardest to keep up.
Collapsing back on the bed, I reached over and patted around until I located my phone.
I had a little time to spare before my yoga class.
Opening my social media, I scrolled through my timeline.
I had slowed down on my “get ready with me” content, but after the orgasm I just had, I was feeling good and wanted my followers to know it.
“Girl, you okay? You’re looking a little green,” Kinsley asked.
My nose scrunched and I pushed the bowl of guacamole away from me. “Yeah, just not feeling this today.”
After leaving yoga and going home to walk Princess, I left to meet with Kinsley. We were at a Mexican restaurant in West Valley.
“Anyway, I’m thinking a middle part, blonde, thirty inch lace front with minimal baby hairs with this look,” I mentioned, showing her the outfit on the tablet.
A cropped distressed jean jacket with frayed patchwork and yellow accents, a pleated mini skirt, and thigh high olive-green boot sandals that laced up the front.
“Oh that outfit is cute as hell.” She picked the tablet up, looking at it closer.
“Isn’t it? I almost kept it for myself.” I snickered.
I continued going over different looks I had come up with, showing the hair and makeup I thought would work with each one.
In the middle of our conversation, our server showed up with our food. My stomach growled at the sizzling fajitas on the black cast iron plate.
“I’m starving! I can’t wait to—” Before I could finish the sentence my stomach recoiled, my mouth watered, and acid rose in the back of my throat.
“Ma’am, are you—” I didn’t wait for him to finish before jumping out of my seat with my hand over my mouth and rushing through the restaurant to the bathroom.
I didn’t make it to a stall, emptying the small breakfast I had this morning into the sink.
I gripped the sink tightly, gagging and scrunching my nose.
“What the fuck?” I mumbled, reaching for a paper towel to wipe my mouth. I ignored the disgusted looks I got from the couple women inside.
The door opened and the people left while Kinsley stepped in. “I knew you didn’t look good, but I didn’t know you were sick like that.” She peeked at the sink and scrunched her face.
“Whatever this place uses to cook my stomach does not agree with.”
Kinsley raised a brow. “I don’t know, girl. I eat here all the time and never have any issues.”
Turning the sink on to rinse the bowl and my mouth out, I shook my head.
“I’m fine. It’s probably just something I ate previously not agreeing with me. Give me a few and I’ll be right out.”
“We can finish another time or do a video call.” Again, I shook my head.
“No, I’m good.”
Kinsley didn’t look convinced, but she nodded, setting my purse on top of the sink. “Okay.”
Once I was alone, a deep sigh fell from my mouth. I was embarrassed and my stomach still felt unsettled, but I could push through. Simone was counting on me and I wasn’t going to let her down.
After wiping my mouth again and doing one last rinse, I fluffed my hair and reached for my purse so I could freshen up. I was sure whatever was happening with my stomach would settle after a day or two.
Safe to say whatever was wrong with me did not pass.
I let a few days go by and the nausea continued.
It wasn’t until this morning when my period app told me I should be on day two of my period did I realize, the only thing I’d gotten close was minor spotting last month.
So now here I was, pacing back and forth in front of one of Savannah’s downstairs bathrooms, gripping my phone tightly, panicking while I waited two more minutes for the white stick laid on the sink to tell me if I was pregnant.
“Xylina, you’re going to give me motion sickness if you don’t stop pacing, babe.” She looked up from her phone at me with a raised brow.
I paused and spun to face my friend. “I just took a pregnancy test, Savannah. Pregnancy.”
She gave me a confused look. “I mean, I thought that was the goal.”
I opened my mouth then closed it immediately.
My eyes fell to my phone where Yosiah’s contact was waiting for me to press it.
My best friend wasn’t wrong. The plan had been for me to get pregnant before, but now I didn’t see the need.
Things with Yosiah and me had been good, great even.
Why would I want to add a baby to this and have the attention I was finally receiving from my husband taken away?
The whole reason I came bulldozing my way through Savannah’s front door in full breakdown mode was because I didn’t fully think getting pregnant out.
The timer went off before I could respond. I stood frozen in place. It was like my brain shut down and my feet refused to move.
Savannah’s screams broke me out of my trance, causing me to jump and nearly drop my phone. I didn’t even realize she had left the room.
“Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh!” she shrieked, bouncing into the room.
“What does it say?”
“I’m going to be the rich auntie, bitch!”
My brain short circuited. “What?” I asked lowly.
Savannah shoved the test toward me. Flustered, I hurried and grabbed it. Lifting it to my face, I closed my eyes and reopened them but the word pregnant was still there.
“Ma-maybe it’s defective?”
Savannah looked amused. “What are you talking about? You said you’ve been sick, breasts been hurting, and miss flow has been nonexistent.
You’re pregnant, bitch!!” Again, she bounced up and down, clapping her hands.
When she noticed I didn’t share her cheerfulness, she stopped and confusion filled her face.
“Why am I the only one celebrating? You did it, bitch! Your plan worked. Operation trap rich husband was a success. I thought you would be happier.”
“I thought you didn’t think getting pregnant was a good idea.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I think it’s a horrible idea, but you were so determined I had to get on board. Plus with everything with your dad, you need a solid back up plan right?” I flinched at her words.
“Savannah, I-I… What the hell did I do?” Panic drove headfirst into my chest. I didn’t know how to act right now or what to think. Not to mention, there was no telling how Yosiah would react.
“Okay, I’m lost. I thought this was what you wanted. You secured your marriage and your husband. Why do you look like someone just tried to sell you a knockoff Birkin?”
“Because what the hell was I thinking, thinking getting pregnant was a good idea! If I have a baby, not only will Yosiah’s attention be diverted from me, but I’m going to get fat!
” Millions of thoughts flooded my mind as I thought about how dumb I was.
There was a baby growing inside me, a baby no one, including myself if I was being honest, felt I was capable of taking care of.
“Xylina, babe.” Savannah touched my hand again, causing me to jump.
My eyes shot to her face. “You said Yosiah was all about family, right? He would never leave the mother of his child hanging. Well, bitch, you’re now the mother of that child.
All your worries of divorce can be put to rest and you, my friend, are not only a new celebrity stylist but you just secured your future with your very hot and smart husband.
You won, bitch!” Savannah grinned widely.
Normally I would be happy that my friend supported me.
That was how our friendship worked. No matter what, we had each other’s backs.
The two of us had been living life, not caring about consequences and being carefree since we became friends.
This was one situation, however, that I wished she would have talked me off the ledge and talked common sense into me.