Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
YUMI
Zeke: You still mad at me?
I rolled my eyes at his text message as I transferred my items from my old purse to the new one. It was Saturday, and since I’d won the Rawlings case, I felt good about going out to celebrate with Emery for his sister-in-law’s birthday party tonight.
I never thought this would happen between us. After years of detoxing him out of my system and moving on, or so I thought, seeing Emery again ignited the fire that once burned between us. This time, everything he did or said to me was with intention.
He showed me that his love for me never wavered since our breakup, only proving to me that I still loved him the same way he never stopped loving me.
I knew he had a dark side. That part scared me, but I tried to block it out because I didn’t want to see him that way. I only wanted to see the loving, attentive, ambitious, goal-oriented man that he presented to me.
I knew it wasn’t a coincidence that those witnesses kept disappearing. I can’t say if Emery was doing it himself or if he had someone else doing it, but whatever the case may have been, I wasn’t going to dwell on it.
My baby was stressed and had a lot on his plate. Being the person with so much responsibility had to have taken a toll on him, so I was determined to win this case so he could be freed.
Me: Livid.
That was all Zeke was going to get out of me for now.
He and Chanel were my only cousins on my dad’s side of the family, so ideally, we were close all our lives.
My mom was an only child and had only older cousins in their fifties and sixties.
So, for both of them to turn against me was heartbreaking.
No matter what I chose to do with my personal life, as their blood, they should’ve supported me in whatever I decided.
“Hey, beautiful.”
I turned my head to see Emery leaning against the doorframe, wearing his signature black Tom Ford dress shirt, slacks, and shoes. His jewelry was subtle: one black-faced Rolex littered with diamonds, an Audemars Piguet bracelet, and a simple platinum chain with an E charm.
“Hey, handsome. You look good as fuck,” I said, biting my bottom lip. He chuckled and walked over to me, placing a kiss on my lips.
“I got a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” I asked, standing and wrapping my arms around his neck. I admired how handsome he was. His long, freshly braided hair, curly eyelashes, chiseled face, and tiny nose ring all turned me on.
“I do, but I’ll have to show you tomorrow.”
“Then why not tell me tomorrow?” I pouted. I wanted my surprise now.
He chuckled. “Because I wanted you to know now.” He kissed my lips, then checked his watch. “We got time for a quick session.”
I squealed when he started kissing my neck. “Emmy, no. We’re already late!”
“Black people don’t know when to stop partying, baby. We got time.” He got behind me and lifted the black Hermés gown, pushed my thong down, and slid his fingers over my bud. My eyes closed as he sucked on my neck and moaned so sexily in my ear.
When he slipped two fingers inside of me and a thumb in my butt, I yelped but felt myself arching into it.
“Wet as fuck,” he droned, sucking my earlobe.
“Emerryy, fuck, baby.”
“Bend over and grab them ankles.”
I did as he instructed and felt him lower himself, then his fingers were replaced with his mouth. “Shiiit!” I cried out when I felt his tongue rolling over my clit.
“Mmmm. Good ass pussy.”
“Fuck, baby.” My hips rocked back and forth, and I rode his tongue as I reached my peak. Emery didn’t waste any time collecting every drop while I almost toppled over from my legs going weak. He lifted, turning me so I could use the bench for support, then slid inside of me.
“Pussy so good and tight, Yum. I ain’t gon’ be able to stay out this shit,” he declared, pumping slowly but forcefully.
“Fuck me harder, Em. Give her that good ass dick.”
“Don’t say that shit. You gon’ make me nut.”
“She misses you, baby.”
“I miss her and her owner too.”
“Show us how much,” I droned as his palm went to the back of my neck, and he began pounding into me.
I lifted my leg, and he held it in the air, delivering blows to my poor vagina.
I didn’t know what I was doing with Liam.
Emery’s dick was otherworldly, and the way he handled me with so much care had my heart doing backflips with joy.
He made me feel special when we were teens. Now I couldn’t define the feeling I felt being in his life again.
It was magical.
“You gon’ cum for me again, Yum?”
“Yesss, baby!”
“Do yo’ shit, mama. I’m right behind you.” He grabbed a hold of my hips and pumped three times before I felt my orgasm rip through me and down my legs.
“Shit!” His grip became tighter on my hips, body stilling for a moment, while his dick pulsated inside of me. “Damn, . . . best fucking quickie of my life.”
I laughed while he pulled out of me and slapped my ass. He lifted my upper body before tilting my head back and driving his tongue into my mouth in a slow, soul-shaking kiss. I could feel my pussy tingling again as his hand found my clit and rubbed.
We went at it again before finally showering, changing, and then leaving the house to head to the party.
The estate we pulled up to looked like the same one from the movie Ghosts of Girlfriend’s Past. Yes, I was a sap and loved a good rom-com, so when I saw it, it gave me those vibes immediately.
“This is beautiful. Who lives here?”
“It’s a rental.”
“People rent out their estates?”
He chuckled lightly. “They do.”
“I would never!”
He chuckled again before taking my hand and kissing it. I loved how relaxed he looked. I could tell those two back-to-back orgasms did the trick as I rubbed his nicely trimmed beard.
“Of course, you wouldn’t. However, some people who rent out their property don’t live here for real. This house belongs to Asanti Lewis. It’s one of his many Airbnbs.”
“The basketball player?” I asked, shocked.
“Retired basketball player, but yeah.”
“My man knows ex-basketball players. I’m winning!” I exclaimed as we laughed. Juno pulled up to the front door, and the valet attendant came running over.
“No need. Just tell me where to park,” Juno told him once he stepped out to open our door. Emery got out and extended his hand for me to take.
“Stay close,” he told Juno.
“Of course. Enjoy your night, sir.”
We walked hand in hand up to the door with six guards standing out front.
“Good evening, Mr. Emery,” one of them greeted.
“What’s good, Marlin?” Emery replied as Marlin opened the door to let us in. As we walked in, there were people everywhere. Slow R&B played throughout the grand living room area as the guests talked and laughed in a good, jovial mood.
I didn’t know why I was so nervous. Maybe because I was in a room filled with crime bosses and their mob wives. I was uncomfortable in this setting, feeling guilty for partying with a bunch of criminals when I was on the other side of the law.
Emery must have noticed my discomfort because his lips pressed to my temple before saying, “Relax, baby. You’re safe.”
I gave him a soft smile and nodded.
“You made it!” Mina exclaimed, walking over to us in her blush pink ball gown, looking like the queen she was. Mina was stunning. I wasn’t into women, but if I were, I would absolutely shoot my shot with her.
From her beautiful, dark-brown, blemish-free skin to her doe-shaped eyes, full pink lips, and deep-set dimples in her cheeks and two smaller ones under her eyes, she was breathtaking.
Emil was such a jackass for cheating on such a stallion, but I didn’t know Mina at all.
She seemed sweet, but she could have been a handful behind closed doors.
“I did!” We air-kissed. “You look amazing, Mina. Is that Alexander Wang?”
“You know your fashion.” She winked and laughed. “And you look ravishing as well!” I did a slight spin in my black, backless Ralph Rucci gown and Herve Ledger heels.
“Thank you, darling.”
“You don’t mind if I borrow her for a second, do you, brother?”
“Only if she’s wit’ it.” He shrugged, looking at me as if I were the only woman in the room. I blushed when he licked his lips, eyes roving from my feet to my head.
“Ew, you are obsessed!” Mina exclaimed in a playful tone. “I am not mad at it, though. So, what do you say, girly? You’re staying hugged up under this predator all night, or you want to hang out with the ladies for a bit?”
“Yo, Em!” someone called out to him from across the room.
“Go ahead, baby. Text me when you’re ready for me to come get you.”
“Okay.” He kissed my lips, then walked off as Mina took my hand, leading me across the room. I grabbed a champagne flute from a server walking by while Mina was being stopped by people who wished her a happy birthday and handed her money.
“Have you been doing this all night?” I asked her once we began moving again to a more secluded area where there weren’t many people. I imagined it was her section of the house because it was decorated in blush pink and gold with a big number thirty-six with a banner.
“Girl, yes. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.” We approached the area where four other women sat, sipping champagne, dripping in diamonds, and smelling rich as hell.
Their aura screamed money, power, and respect.
“Ladies! This is Yumi, Emery’s fiancée. Yumi, this is Kelsey, Kadence, and their little sister, Kamani DeVato, and this is Normani Banks. ”
“Hey, ladies,” I greeted, holding my hand out and shaking their hands.
Once I got to Normani, she stared at my hand for a second before finally taking my fingertips and giving me a little shake.
I didn’t expect the shade, but she looked like the snooty type.
She was beautiful, favoring the beautiful Lauren London, but she didn’t exhibit her America’s sweetheart behavior.
Note to self: Don’t talk to this bitch.
Her eyes roamed my frame before her red-painted lips turned up in a slight smirk, and she sipped from her champagne flute.