Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
“The fuck is you doing here?” Norie asked Evie after he just so happened to glance up from the computer where he was adding new inventory to his store’s website at the checkout counter, when the scent of lavender and powdery vanilla instantly made his dick twitch and stand at attention.
He loathed and loved the way his body still reacted to her sexy ass after all this time.
Furious and all, he wanted her just as bad as he ever did.
Which is exactly how they ended up in that impromptu bathroom fuck session at his brother’s crib a while back.
And even after he’d driven her home that night in total silence, walked her to the door, and kissed her goodnight, he still wanted to take her for another ride on his dick.
But he resisted the urge and hadn’t spoken to her since. “You know you ain’t welcome here.”
Smacking her lips, Evie turned to Norie and mean-mugged the shit out of him, then gave his ass the middle finger.
She didn’t give two fucks or ten fucks that the sexual tension between them was thick enough to slice with a butcher knife; she was just about ready to chop his ass up with said knife.
Her dislike for him was becoming stronger than she could stand.
Being around him now just felt like this never-ending bad taste in her mouth.
She’d tried several times over the years to settle their differences, but Norie refused to budge.
And even with him conversing with her here and there as of three months ago, he was still so hot and cold with her that Evie now kept their interaction to a basic greeting and nothing more.
So, she quit trying because the way that he had been disrespecting her efforts had become as uncomfortable as fucking her in the ass with no lube.
And for her, lube was necessary if ass fucking was involved.
Laying eyes on him rubbed her the wrong way yet rubbed her pussy just right at the same time.
No matter how thirsty her coochie was and how deep and melodic his voice was, though, his mouth had just cost him all the cordiality she had left.
“Don’t fucking address me like that, Norie. I’on give a fuck how pissed you are; don’t be a disrespectful bastard.” She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back toward the wall of his kicks. “I will burn this bitch down if you ever talk to me like that again.”
Norie was the owner of the very popular and successful sports equipment and apparel store, Geared Up.
As of last year, he owned two thriving locations.
In addition to carrying several top, popular brand names in sports apparel, his own line, Geared Up sports apparel—a line that was dedicated to the black experience and in memory of black men and women who lost their lives unjustly by police officers was easily rivaling the bigger names.
Evie couldn’t be more proud of Norie and his accomplishments, but telling him that after the way he’d treated her was another story altogether.
It bothered Evie that things were still fucked up between them after all this time.
Sometimes she forgot just how close they used to be.
In such a short time they’d been almost inseparable.
The shit was maddening, though, because while the anticipation of Norie’s dick caressing her pussy walls was still very much alive and well, chilling and just talking to each other until the sun came up was long gone.
And she hated that for them because outside of her best friend Kamryn and her God sister Aria, her connection with Norie was one of the most genuine she’d ever made.
Back when they first met, they’d talked, flirted, and fucked constantly, but because their schedules were always conflicting, it was hard to set a date to go out on actual dates.
But they still managed to spend as many stolen moments together as possible.
They became each other’s safe space. It took a minute for time to work out in their favor, but when it finally did,
they quickly took each other up on their availability.
But the night before their first official date, Norie’s brother Marshon called and told him about Kamryn hiding her pregnancy, and all hell broke loose.
When Norie came over to her place that night and told her he didn’t want shit to do with her secret-keeping ass, it hurt Evie that he ended things before they had a chance to see if a real future had the potential to blossom between them.
He broke her heart, and she didn’t know if she’d ever truly be able to get over it.
“GG, shoes. Pretty shoes on the wall.” Her goddaughter, Kamila, pointed at the shoes on the wall of sports shoes and tugged on Evie’s hand with the other while smiling.
Kamila Evie Reed was the most gorgeous child that Evie had ever seen.
And Evie didn’t just believe that because the beautiful child was named after her and because Kamila was her goddaughter, but the child’s beauty just spoke for itself.
Everything from her brown sugar-hued skin and plaits with beads at the ends to her big, bright chestnut brown eyes was perfect.
Her chubby cheeks and gorgeous smile, which always lit up her angelic face, made her look like a real-life baby doll.
“Yes, shoes. Which ones do you like, Kammy?” Evie stooped down and asked, but before she could get an answer, Norie was at her side pulling her back up to her full height and whispered into her ear, “Yo’ ass is already outta line coming up in my shit wit’ them skintight jeans and them titties on display, but don’t get fucked up, tryin’ to show off that damn red thong.
Don’t make me fuck you up before I have the pleasure of throwing yo’ ass out. ”
Smiling, Evie intentionally switched her hips over to the nearest mirror and admired her sexy reflection.
The cashmere, ash-brown belly-top sweater, fitted, light-wash jeans, and knee-high boots were giving exactly what she wanted them to give.
A very sexy, fluffy chick who’d learned to love herself again after walking away from a man who put her down because of her weight gain.
Her syrupy brown skin, double D titties, and wavy bundles with bangs that framed her heart-shaped face made up one hell of a woman.
One thing Evie was gonna do was pop up in a belly top, not giving a fuck about who had something to say about her belly or what time of year it was.
The way she saw it, a belly top was perfectly fine on her.
As long as she wasn’t sloppy-looking, she was good.
It took her some time to get comfortable after her weight gain following a dangerously depressing episode, thanks to her fucked up relationship, where she thought of taking her life after the unexpected death of her favorite auntie two years ago by a drunk driver.
Now comfortable in her own skin and a proud BBW, thanks to her now-size-nineteen body that was up from the size twelve she used to be.
She was more confident than she’d ever been as a plus-size girlie.
And that was saying a lot after dealing with her ex and a society that constantly tried to force her to believe that she didn’t deserve to be happy.
Though she is now more health-conscious and had recently started walking her neighborhood track, she was no longer bothered by how her ex used to talk shit about her weight.
It was officially the fall season, and she was here for it all.
Not only did she love everything fall, from the leaves and crisp, sixty-degree days to the cider mill visits and fall scents, hot cocoa by the fireplace- but her fall wardrobe ate down.
Her thigh-high boots, thick scarves, and leather jackets were essential when it came to the fall season.
“Nigga please, you ain’t gon’ do shit. But keep drooling over what the fuck you let get away,” she said as her brown sugar-hued orbs darted around the room dramatically.
Since Norie wanted to pull out the petty card deck, Evie was ready to show him how she got down.
“And last time I checked I ain’t have a muthafuckin’ man. And?—”
“Aye, quit all that damn cussin’ in front of my baby. Hey Kammy, can uncle have a hug, pretty girl?”
Pulling her big brown eyes away from the colorful shoes, it was as if the four-year-old had just noticed her uncle and immediately ran giggling into his arms. The beautiful view Evie had of Kammy wrapping her arms around Norie’s neck instantly brought a smile to Evie’s face, even though she was pissed at the nigga.
Even though they weren’t on good terms, Evie couldn’t deny that the man wasn’t just good with his niece and his other family & friends’ kids, but he was just an all-around, dope human being.
He was loyal to a fault and would give whatever he could to those in need, even if they weren’t family.
Norie even started a private organization with his brother Marshon to feed kids of low-income families year-round.
He also started one to help those same families with a coat drive and DTE voucher to pay their heat bills in the winter.
Which came in handy for those families because Michigan winters could be especially brutal.
Evie assumed that was why Jesus blessed him to the point of perfection in the looks department.
All the years did to him since that heartbreaking night in April was be extremely kind to the already sexy ass nigga.
And she didn’t know whether she wanted to be pissed about it or not.
Especially when not only did any other nigga compare to the way he gave her pussy the business, but her body automatically began begging for his touch whenever he was near.
And sometimes when he was only a thought or a wet dream.