Chapter Twelve
Dreka
“I love the way this pussy look when it’s creaming on my dick,” Xy spoke in that low, sexy ass tone that drove me wild while slowly stroking my center. “I love how she pulls me in like she can’t get enough,” his thumb dragged across my clit with just the right pressure. “She love me, don’t she?”
“Yesss,” I whimpered, biting the corner of my lip while staring into his eyes. “Yes, we love you so fuckin’ much, baby.”
He licked his lips and grinned. “Shit like that will get you a bassinet and a Bentayga,” he pulled out and then plunged deep, causing me to cry out in pure pleasure. “Is that what you want, Angel? You want your Bentley with the carseat in the back?”
I gripped his muscular arms between my hands while shaking my head up and down. “Ouuu yes, yes, Xy! I w-w-want my B-bentley!”
“Say less, sweetness.”
It was a wrap after that. The nigga went dumb, nearly sending me into orbit with the planets and stars from how hard he made cum.
Xy and I always had great sex since we basically taught each other everything we knew, but sex with him this time around was much different.
It was more passionate than it had ever been, almost as if he was trying to make up for all his wrong doings.
He took his time to drive my body crazy, which really meant driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Thank you for that, Angel,” he kissed my cheek after we’d peeled our sweaty bodies from the sheets. “What you say you was doing today?”
My actual plan was to meet up with Cassie and do the interview.
I didn’t tell Xy about it because I knew his ass would tell me not to do it.
While I didn’t feel like it was necessary to set the record straight, I did want people to see me as Dreka, the business owner, and not Dreka, Xyleek’s obsession.
“I have a meeting with a potential client, and then I’m going to a late lunch with my mom,” I told half lie and half-truth. “What about you? You gotta meet up with Blow and Jah, right?”
He nodded, reaching for his phone that was vibrating on the nightstand. “Yeah, we gotta talk business about securing another port.”
“Is there a problem with the one you have now?” I quizzed.
“Nah,” he tapped away on his phone for a moment before tossing it on the bed.
“I need one in Baltimore and Florida. If I could lock down their ports, then I wouldn’t have to get dope transported so far, feel me?
Baltimore port could take care of up north, Florida could take care of the south, and the port here could keep shit straight for our surrounding states. ”
I nodded slowly, reaching up to kiss him. “Okay. Be careful with all that, Xy. I know you’re protected under Casa, and that’s great, but—”
He silenced me with a deep, passionate kiss. “Angel, I’ll be fine. I always am.”
Deciding to drop the subject, I smiled and then went into his bathroom to get ready for my meeting with Cassie.
Exactly an hour and a half later, I was stepping inside of the cute little café in downtown Portsmouth that overlooked the water.
The vibes were warm and cozy, and I spotted Cassie in the back right away.
“Oh girl, you look so pretty!” Cassie gushed, standing up to hug me like we were old friends.
Giving her a quick hug, I stepped back just as fast. I wasn’t in the habit of hugging on strangers, no matter how nice they seemed. I didn’t want nobody’s negative energy transferred to me. Shit, even if Ken or Rae were in a bad mood, I didn’t let them hug me either, and I loved them down.
“Thank you!” I smiled and took a seat. “You look nice as well.”
“I’m glad you think so!” She beamed, pulling a small notebook and recorder from her purse. “I really don’t want to take up a lot of your time, and I promise to keep this as brief as I can. Did you want to order anything before we got started?”
“No, I’m fine. I have lunch plans after this.”
Nodding, she pushed some of her hair behind her ear, opened her notebook, started the tape recorder, and got right into my business.
She asked questions about my business and team, how I got started, and how I remained successful in a male dominated field.
The focus was me, and I was glad for that until the bitch shifted gears.
“I just want to ask a few questions about you and Xyleek’s relationship to clear up any lies that have been put out there,” she tilted her head slightly and smiled sweetly. A little too sweetly. “You all have been together off and on since you were teenagers, correct?”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed, checking my phone to see a text from my mother, confirming that we were still meeting. “We’ve known each other since elementary school and somewhere along the way, it turned into more than friendship, and we’ve just been close ever since.”
“Do you find it difficult to date someone who has such a strong public presence? I mean, if the man catches a cold, it’s front page news,” she chuckled.
I laughed and nodded, reflecting on the time Xy had COVID, and the blogs said he was in the hospital fighting for his life. That wasn’t true at all, but people bought into it.
“I don’t think it’s difficult because I’ve gotten used to it. Things are not always as the public makes it seem, so as long as he and I know what the truth is, then we’re good,” I maintained a level of privacy. The last thing I needed was for her to post something outrageous about our relationship.
“Speaking of public opinion, he’s in the headlines a lot regarding the relationship he has with you. A lot of it has to do with infidelity…do you want to speak on that?”
Sensing a change in her energy, I gnawed on my bottom lip for a moment. “I don’t care to speak about the past. I’m only concerned with right now.”
“Right, totally understandable,” her hand moved across the pages of her notebook as she jotted down notes. “It’s just… people love you two together. They say your loyalty to him is what makes your story so fascinating. Most women would’ve walked away a long time ago, but you stayed.”
The way she said that shit was like a back-handed compliment. “It’s not so much about staying but more so fighting for what we’ve built. Have Xy and I been through a lot? Yes. I can’t deny what’s been in the media, but I’m not about to feed into anything that’s not happening currently.”
“Mm,” Cassie cockily sat back, dropping her pen against the table with a look in her eye that told me she was about to be messy as hell. “Do you ever wonder if you know every little thing about him? About what he’s doing when he’s not around you?”
“Nope. If I’m supposed to know, it’ll present itself to me.”
She started staring at me with the same weird look she had at the lounge when I met her. Shifting in her seat, she stuck her hand in her purse and pulled out a few pieces of paper. After unfolding them and looking at it, she placed them in the center of the table.
“What is that?” I asked her without looking at or touching the papers.
“Receipts.”
Her previously cheerful, light-hearted tone was replaced with a tone that was cold and resentful.
Curiosity killed me, so I snatched them up and scanned over it.
A payment in the amount of $6,800 had been made to cover the rent for someone named Gabriae Kingston.
My heart skipped a few too many beats when I saw that the payment came from Xyleek.
The date on the receipt told me he’d made the payment almost two months ago, which was right around the time I started to take him serious again.
Flipping through the other pages, it was the same shit; a payment for rent, dating back to the beginning of the year.
Payments for water and lights, also for Gabriae Kingston but paid for with a card in Xy’s name.
Whoever this Gabriae bitch was, Xy had been taken damn good care of her.
Even still, I wasn’t about to give this messy bitch the satisfaction of seeing my pretty ass sweat.
“What would you like me to do with this information, Cassie?” I calmly placed the documents back down.
With a wicked smile, she sat straight up.
“Actually, it’s Gabriae, and I just wanted you to see that you’re not the only one Xy takes care of.
He may parade you around in front of the cameras, but I have his heart, too.
He’s made sure I haven’t gone without for the last two years and has been there in ways you can’t even imagine.
When I was in the hospital a month ago, he came and sat by my bedside, nursing me back to health after my car crash.
So, see, you can think you’re special and play the main girl role all you want, but I’m the one he comes to when he needs real peace and comfort. ”
For a long minute, I didn’t say a fuckin’ word, I just stared at the goofy bitch.
I think I was too stunned at hearing her say he was at her hospital bedside a month ago.
Because a month ago was when we had to rush back from the Hamptons for his mother’s medical emergency.
And if he was lying about that, that meant he’d gotten his mother to lie as well.
I was used to bitches taking shots at me, thinking that’d get them somewhere with Xy, but this felt like it had hit a main artery.
Again, I wasn’t gon’ let her see me sweat.
“You’re so cute,” I giggled, taking the papers, folding them, and putting them inside of my Chanel bag.
“You got your lil’ moment, so let me give you something in return, sweetheart,” pushing back from the table, I slid my purse on my shoulder and stood up.
“I could reach across this table, grab a handful of that cheap ass weave, knock your teeth down your throat, and then mop this muthafuckin’ floor with your face.
But I have a business to run, and I’m not gon’ fuck up my name for a stupid bitch like you who has to take a cheap shot just to feel important. ”
“You think threatening me—”