Chapter 14 Dreka #2
“You’re staying in the room with her?!” He laughed so hard, and it was that unhinged, you lost your fuckin’ mind laugh that he did when he was two seconds away from losing his shit.
“You had me running around Virginia looking for yo muthafuckin’ ass while you was up here about to let another nigga put some dick in you, and you think I’m ‘bout to let you out of my sight? Drek, you got me fucked up. Dead ass. I’m really tryna keep my cool witchu, but you making that shit hard.
You not sleeping in no fuckin’ room with Rae. ”
“Nigga, you not telling me where I can and can’t sleep!” I brushed right over the fact that I was about to get my back cracked by another man. Shit, Xy did it, faithfully, so why couldn’t I?
“I just did!” His thunderous voice bounced off the walls.
I laughed and pinched my nose. “You think ‘cause you raise yo voice, I’m supposed to….what? Do what the fuck you say? Xyleek, you got me fucked up!”
“Drek,” Rae’s soft voice came from behind me. I completely forgot her ass was there because I was ready to pounce on Xy.
I looked over my shoulder at her. “Yeah?”
“Remember what we talked about.”
Rolling my eyes so hard at her, I released a deep sigh.
Just the night before, she told me I needed to at least hear Xyleek out since I knew he told me the truth that day in his office.
The thing was, I really didn’t want to. It was easier for him to be the villain than to do right in my eyes.
Being the villain was what he was good at.
Being faithful to me? That’s where he couldn’t keep it together, so it unnerved me that maybe, just maybe, this time he was getting it right.
Slowly turning back to face him, he was staring at me with a mix of frustration, hope, anger, and sadness. I hated and loved this nigga so damn bad. His chest was rising and falling quick, and his jaw was tight, so I knew he was on the verge of poppin’ off even worse.
“I’m not staying in that room, so you need to book us another one,” I grumbled, kicking at the ground. “We will all leave in the morning. I’m not leaving my best friend here, Xyleek, and that’s final.”
Rolling his bottom lip between his teeth a few times, he nodded once. “Aight. Let’s go down to the desk and get a room.”
“I can just stay—”
The death stare he gave me shut my goofy ass right on up.
Making a face at Raven, I flipped her off before getting on the elevator with Xy.
The silence between us was thick, but I refused to speak until we were in the privacy of a room.
I hung back near the vending machines while he got us a room for the night.
He motioned me over to him with his head, and we got back on the elevator.
Once we were inside of the suite, he put my things down, and then we just stared at each other.
I knew he was pissed, but so was I, so we were even in my eyes.
“Is there something else you want to know about that situation?” He finally broke the silence.
“Why wouldn’t you just tell me about it, Xyleek? I mean fuck! All of this,” I waved around us. “…could’ve been avoided had you just said something!”
“I know, Angel, I know. I fucked up, but I didn’t fuck up, aight? I lied to you about what happened, but since we’ve been back together, I haven’t slept with anyone else,” his tone eased into that soft, raspy voice that I’d fallen so deeply in love with.
“You can’t keep lying to me.”
“And I don’t plan to. There won’t be anything else to lie about from here on out, I swear to you.”
With my arms crossed against my chest, I continued staring at him until he moved over to me and stood directly in front of me. His hands gripped my waist, and his cologne wafted against my nostrils.
“I love you,” he pecked my lips. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Don’t you have something you want to say?”
I poked out my bottom lip and raised my eyebrows. “No. What?”
“You’re sorry?”
“The hell am I sorry for? For pulling a you on you?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m not sorry.”
He snorted and pushed me back a little. “Get naked, Angel.”
I wanted to talk shit, but I also valued my life and the crazed look in his eyes said I didn’t want to try him at this exact moment. Slowly, I peeled off my clothes and stood there completely nude.
He circled me before landing a hard slap on my left ass cheek, causing me to wince and moan all at once. “You haven’t had your dickquil in three days, so the lack of it has made you lose yo muthafuckin’ mind. You not sorry for letting that nigga suck on my clit? And poorly, at that?”
“Nope,” I remained defiant just to prove the point that he didn’t run me.
Another slap landed on my right cheek. “You sure about that?”
“Very much so.”
“Get on your knees, Angel,” he pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the bed. “Because now I have to remind you of who the fuck you dealing with.”
Xyleek knew that dominant shit turned me on. Hell, it turned him on, too. Tucking my lips to keep my smirk at bay, I fell to my knees and tracked his every move. His tattooed arms flexed as he yanked his joggers down to his ankles.
He stood in front of me with his dick hanging. The sight alone had my mouth watering. Sex with us was passionate anyway, but angry, make-up sex? That shit was next level, and I enjoyed it more than I cared to admit. Sometimes, I’d pick a fight just so he could fuck me like a madman.
“Show me that you know who you belong to,” his husky voice demanded.
With a grin, I took him into my mouth and gave him the type of head that got bitches proposed to. Even when he emptied his seeds into my mouth, I swallowed them and kept going without missing a beat.
“Drek, Angel…shit, hold up,” he stumbled backwards to get away from me.
I laughed and shrugged, standing up and getting on the bed. “You said show you that I know.”
“Who told you to get on the bed?” He came all the way out of his joggers and sneakers.
“’Cause I damn sure didn’t. And you don’t get to be treated like no pillow princess tonight when you been acting the fuck up for the last few days.
You destroyed my car, ran off on me, took my money, and then let another nigga get close to you.
Those are capital offenses, mama, and capital offenses get capital punishment. ”
A capital punishment meant he got to penetrate my second hole, which was something we did from time to time. Usually after we hadn’t fucked for a long time because keeping ‘his pussy’ away from him was a capital offense.
“I didn’t take your money; I asked for it. And you freely gave it to me.”
He rushed over to the bed and grabbed me up by my throat, turning me on even more. “Shut the fuck up, Angel. Get off the bed.”
The second I was on my feet, he spun me around and pressed my chest flat against the bed. “Mm, look at how wet you are. And I can’t even do shit about it right now.”
“Xyleek, I—”
“You don’t listen!” He slapped my ass again. “I said shut up and you still talking,” he placed tender kisses up and down my back. “I love you, Angel, but rules are rules, so you gotta take your punishment.”
Letting out a soft sigh, I nodded and then reached back and spread my cheeks apart for him. I knew I was in for a long night of being split from the front to the back and honestly, I was looking forward to it.
By the time we finally turned each other loose, it was well after seven in the morning.
Instead of going to sleep, we went downstairs to enjoy the free breakfast. Of course, people recognized him, but I had sunglasses and a hood on so that I could eat in peace.
Once he was done yapping, he joined me at the table in the back of the lobby.
“You okay, Angel?” He reached across the table and gripped my hand.
“I’m sore,” I chuckled and shook my head. “I need a long Epsom salt bath when we get back.”
“When we get back…are you moving in?”
“Xy, I don’t know. That’s a big step for us, and I don’t feel like we’ve ever been able to live together and it work out that well.”
“We haven’t, but that’s also back when I was fuckin’ up. I’m not this time, so can you please move in with me?” He pouted with those sorry puppy dog eyes that got me nearly every time.
“I’ll think about it, X,” I bit into my toast. “With everything that just happened, I think I still need time to process it.”
“Process what, exactly? I told you everything there was to know about the situation. And if it makes you feel better, her momma is picking out plots for her and her sister.”
I rubbed the middle of my forehead while shaking my head. “Xyleek, your answer to everything can’t be murder.”
“When it comes to you? That’s the only answer,” he said causally, sitting back and throwing a few blueberries in his mouth. “Nobody gon’ do shit to you and then live on the same Earth that you living on. Fuck that.”
“What did her sister do?” I asked, realizing what he’d said.
Clearing his throat, he looked around before filling me in on the fact that it was Gabriae and her sister, Cassie, who broke into my shop.
It made sense, especially with the spray-painted messages.
I knew Xy was a certified crashout, and death was the second thing that made the most sense to him but that didn’t mean I wanted him eliminating the entire human race.
“You know why I want you to live with me so bad?”
My bottom teeth slowly dragged across my upper lip. “Why?”
“Because you’re the first thing I wanna see and taste when I wake up.
My days are so much fuckin’ better when they start with me seeing and touching you.
I want to know that every single night, you’re safe because you’re lying beside me.
When I walk in the crib, I want to see you on the couch with your iPad.
I want…” he paused and chewed on the corner of his top lip.
“I want that big ass house to feel like a home, but it only feels like that if you’re in it, Angel.
I want a life with you, and I don’t like that you can just run to your house when you’re mad at me.
Run to the guest house in the back, but an entirely different house with a different address? I hate that shit.”
Those damn words slid right under my skin and hit every single soft spot I had for that man.
Whenever he got to talking like that, it reminded me of the thirteen-year-old boy I fell in love with.
The one who scribbled my name all over his notebooks, always got me the best snacks at lunch, and walked me home every single day like his life depended on it.
And maybe that’s what kept me hooked on him because how the fuck was I supposed to erase the last eighteen years with him in it?
He was the same man who broke and glued me back together a thousand times, and I was still letting him. That had to mean something, right?