Chapter 6 #3
“Yes, thank you again. I really appreciate everything you do for us. I’m gonna pay you back as soon as I start making my own money.”
I chuckled angrily because she was once again trying to play on my top. “You want me to fuck you up,” I grumbled, scooting back in my seat while I drove.
“What do you mean? I was just saying that I’m grateful and I plan to pay you back.” Lyric’s tone was soft but full of shit.
“Did I ask you to pay me back? Huh? Do I ever mention the shit I do for you or ask you for anything in return?” I raised my voice slightly, but not enough to disturb my baby.
“Why are you getting so defensive?”
“Because I’m tired of you trying to play me like some lame ass nigga.
Everything I do for you is out of love, and if I wanted you to pay me back, I would have told you.
I’m tired of having this dumb ass conversation, but it’s like you don’t fucking get it.
I give you the fucking world, and you’re still questioning me like you don’t trust me. What am I missing?”
“Essex, you’re taking this the wrong way.
I wasn’t trying to insult you or come off as ungrateful.
You’ve got to understand where I’m coming from.
Outside of my brother, no one has ever done anything for me without wanting something in return.
I’m used to paying a price one way or the other, so I try my best not to get too comfortable. ”
“You don’t trust me?” I tried to mask my hurt feelings, but it was easier said than done.
“I-I don’t really trust anyone anymore. It’s nothing personal, because I know you love my daughter, and I believe you care for me too, but nothing feels safe to me.
I lost my ability to fully trust anyone when Keynauri was taken from me.
My brother was the only person in this world that I knew without a shadow of a doubt loved me and would go to hell or jail behind me.
Between Tone, my momma, Aunt Trina, and Nathan, they stripped me of every sense of safety.
“I know it frustrates you when I pull back or question everything, but I can’t help but feel like one of these days, you’re gonna wake up and see the truth.” Her voice cracked, and I saw her wipe her eyes.
“What truth are you talking about?”
“That I’m not worth the trouble. I mean, look at me.
I’m eighteen years old with no job, no family, and a baby on my hip.
I’ve been extra baggage to you since the moment they put those cuffs on my brother.
You’re young, single, and paid. One of these days, you’re gonna find someone you want to settle down and start a real family with.
I’m sure your future wife won’t be okay with you still taking care of a pretend family that you had pity on. ”
I gripped the steering wheel, trying my best to calm down. Since we were pulling up to the house, I decided to hold my comments until we got inside. I needed to get some shit off my chest.
I parked my car and hopped out to grab my baby girl.
I kissed her cheeks while she slept. She still needed to eat and take a bath, so I planned to wake her up after I set her momma straight.
I didn’t bother to wait for Lyric to come inside.
Instead, I headed to my room and lay my princess down, then placed pillows around the perimeter of the bed to make sure she didn’t fall.
After I made sure she was settled, I removed my shoes and my shirt, then reached up on the top shelf in my closet to retrieve a few things. Once I secured everything I needed, I turned on the baby monitor, closed my door, and headed into the living room.
Lyric was in the kitchen, pulling some things out of the fridge.
She cooked dinner often, so it was no shock to me.
I took a deep breath before heading toward her.
The closer I got to her, the more my anger resurfaced.
She stood there watching me with puppy dog eyes, pissing me off even more.
Before I knew it, I had yoked her up with my hand gripping her jaw.
Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at me. She was scared, and she had every reason to be.
“I tried to spare you because we were in the car, but let me make something clear to you. Don’t you ever in your fucking life refer to yourself or my child as my pretend family.
I bust my ass every fucking day to make sure that you and her never want for anything, so for you to sit in my face and act like I’m some kind of fraud ass nigga who is gonna drop you on your head is crazy.
I let you slide with a lot of shit, but you’ve got me fucked up.
” I released her, then shoved her back some.
I walked over to the counter to retrieve the folder I had set down. Removing the contents, I turned back to face her. I slapped the first set of papers on the counter in front of her, then pointed to them.
“What the fuck does this say?”
I watched her glance down at the papers. Her hands shook as she picked them up and read over them.
“These are insurance papers,” she whispered.
“And who is listed as my beneficiary on every single one of those policies? Huh?”
“Me,” she murmured.
I set the next set of papers down.
“Whose name do you see next to mine on the deeds to my businesses?”
“M-Mine,” she croaked with tears streaming down her cheeks.
“What about these? Huh? Whose name do you see?”
“Symphonee.” Her lips quivered, but I wasn’t giving in to her emotions.
“What is this?” I slammed another document on the counter.
Lyric looked at it and then back at me. “Her birth certificate.”
“And whose name is listed as her father?”
“Yours.”
“What’s my daughter’s last name?”
“N-Norris.”
I dragged my hand down my beard and stared at her.
“I have bank accounts, trust funds, credit cards, cars, and businesses all tied to you and my little girl, and you have the fucking nerve to try to downplay who the fuck I am. Ain’t shit pretend about me.
In the eyes of the law, Symphonee is my mothafuckin’ child and the heir to everything a nigga owns.
Do you think this shit is a game? Huh?” I tossed the rest of the documents on the table.
“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t t-trying t-to hurt you. I-I—”
Her sobs pulled at my heartstrings even though I wanted to strangle her ass.
I put my feelings to the side and pulled her into my arms. She buried her face into my chest and cried her heart out.
In no way would I ever try to invalidate her feelings concerning the shit she went through.
Her feelings were valid, but I wasn’t going to allow her to let her past trauma dictate our lives.
I swept Lyric up in my arms and walked over to the couch.
I held her in my arms until she finally calmed down.
My hands rubbed her back as I kissed the top of her head.
She had no idea how strong a hold she had over me.
I told Lyric I loved her often, but she thought it was only as a friend.
She had no idea how many times I dreamed of a life where I could love her the way she needed to be loved.
I just couldn’t get out of my head long enough to make the move.
Once she got her emotions together, she straddled my lap while I took a moment to appreciate her natural beauty.
Most people were enamored by her deep blue orbs, but there was so much more to her.
She woke up every day looking like a model fresh off the runway with her high cheekbones, deep dimples, and perfectly plump pink lips.
Every part of her was handcrafted to perfection by the Most High.
We sat there taking each other in until Lyric leaned forward and cupped my face in her hands.
Her fingers raked softly through my beard, and the feeling was calming.
When she crashed her lips against mine, I froze for a moment.
I hadn’t expected her to make such a bold move, and it caught me off guard.
Of course, my body had a mind of its own as I returned the kiss, taking possession of her tongue.
She tasted sweet, but there was no shock there.
Our heavy breathing, mixed with her moaning, caused my dick to rock up.
Lyric must have felt it because she began to rock her hips in my lap.
The friction only made me harder, and for a moment, I found myself losing control.
I fisted her long hair in my hand, deepening our kiss even more.
“Mmm,” she moaned. Lyric pulled away briefly to unzip her jacket.
My eyes zeroed in on her big, perky titties.
My baby girl had blessed her momma’s already perfect body.
Lyric went from an A cup to a C, and her ass had grown bigger as well.
My hands reached up to stroke the lace of her bra, but it didn’t last long because Lyric wasted no time taking it off.
My mouth watered as I stared at her areolas.
They were calling out to me, and I saw no reason not to answer.
Leaning forward, I latched onto her right nipple while I caressed the other.
Lyric’s head fell back as she continued to grind in my lap.
She cried out while I tugged on her nipple with my teeth, then resumed sucking.
I made sure to show both breasts equal attention, swirling my tongue around each one.
Lyric’s small hands reached into my sweats until they wrapped around my pole.
I grunted as she squeezed the base of my length.
She kissed me one last time, then slid down to her knees.
As far as I was aware, Lyric wasn’t sexually active, so I was stunned when she freed my dick from my sweats and stroked it with both hands.
Precum oozed from the tip as my head fell back.
My body jerked when I felt her tongue lick the tip. My eyes shot open, completely locked in on her. There was a hint of lust in her eyes as she took me into her warm mouth.
“Shhhittt,” I hissed.