Chapter 8 #2
Although she thoroughly enjoyed every bit of his company last night and she’d been fucked to perfection and then some, they were still suspended in confusion and chaos of their situationship.
When she snuck out of his house early this morning despite him telling her not to even think about dipping on him in the middle of the night, a part of her felt like she was on her last go-round with him.
Which somehow presented itself as both a headache and a relief.
Evie paused from sewing long enough to close her eyes and take a deep breath.
She then massaged her neck and shoulders as she did her best to shake off all things Norie and clear her head.
Maybe I just need a vacation and a new purse. Or two new purses and a matching wallet.
An hour later, Evie ceased the production of putting the finishing touches on the dresses and went to prepare everything to go mobile for the rest of the day.
After retrieving everything she needed and all of her scheduled deliveries, she headed out to her work van.
She’d just climbed behind the wheel when her phone alerted her to an incoming text from Sandra.
Evie, my dad was rushed to the hospital. I'm on my way there to find out what happened. I’m so sorry, but I’m gonna be late today. I’ll be at work as soon as I can.
Sandra, the crew and I will handle the workload. Don’t apologize or worry about anything at work. You're an exceptional employee. Take the day and tomorrow if need be. And keep me posted. Prayers to you and your family. Call if you need anything.
Thank you, Evie.
Of course.
Sliding her phone back into her purse, Evie pulled off and headed up the road to 7Brew.
Once she ordered and received her Toasted Marshmallow Blondie, she checked her iPad mini before heading to her first delivery destination.
She completed five deliveries and six clothing alterations before finally driving across town to her last appointment of the day.
Which consisted of a couple of suit alterations.
Evie wanted to ignore her prompt-time policy so bad because she hadn’t had time to get something in her belly between appointments.
But because professionalism was extremely important to her, she ignored her growling stomach and the hunger headache coming on to get this last appointment over with so she could go get something to eat and then fall into bed.
She was exhausted and couldn’t wait for this workday to be over.
A sigh of relief washed over her when she finally arrived at the beautiful five-bedroom, brick home with deep green trimmings and large picture windows on both floors.
After grabbing her sewing supplies tote, she exited her work van and started up the walkway.
Evie was just about to ring the bell, but the door opened before she could get the chance.
While she knew this client was a first-time customer, nothing or no one could’ve prepared her for the person standing on the other side.
She never put two and two together when she read his name on the day's client roster. So the total surprise was genuine and immediately caused her coochie to smile. The way shock and horniness fought for dominance in her body should’ve been studied.
Especially since the only other man it reacted to like this was Norie.
Gotdamn Lucas muthafuckin’ Heartwell. Sexy ass, 5”11 with a dimple in his chin, perfect white teeth, light brown eyes, and deep chocolate skin that covered sexy abs and muscles.
My one-night stand turned fuck buddy up until last year, who I met a few months after Norie walked away from our little whirlwind.
He didn’t have as big a dick as Norie’s, nor could he work his strokes like him, but the dick and head game was still on point as fuck.
“If I remember correctly, ya sexy ass ain’t never been speechless, Evie.
So don’t change up on a nigga now.” He grazed his beard as he roamed her curves in appreciation while licking his lips.
“Congratulations on getting your business up and running just like you said you would. I’m proud of you.
I would’ve loved to have been an investor when you first ran your idea by me, but ya ass was too busy sneaking out of my bed after screaming for me to fuck you into the mattress to let me give you the check. ”
“Hello, Lucas,” Evie blushed as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Good to see you. Thanks for allowing my company, Buttons, Bows, & Threads, to meet your needs today.”
“Wassup, Evie? Thanks for coming.” He stepped aside to let her enter. “No problem, baby. The pleasure is and has always been mine. Damn, you still look good as fuck. Sexy ass.”
Grinning, Evie ignored the double meaning of his pleasure comment as she stopped at the living room entrance while he closed the front door. “So you’re still the slick talker I see.”
“Yup,” Lucas led her into the living room by the small of her back and over to the sofa. “Ain’t shit changed about me since we’ve known each other. And if you remember, my words ain’t the only thing that gets slick when ya wet?—”
“Lucas,” With a smile, she raised a hand up to cut him off. “I am on the clock.”
“So,” He shrugged as he walked up to her and kissed her on the lips. “The fuck that got to do with me talking nasty to you?”
“It means I’m here to do my job and tailor your pants. That’s it,” She explained with arched brows and a grin. “I ain’t here for no funny business.”
“Oh, that’s what you calling it now, huh?
” He chuckled as he crossed the room to retrieve the four pairs of pants he needed tailored from the back of the dining room table before returning to her.
“A’ight, well, since you’re only about regular business even though you just let me kiss you, let’s get down to it. ”
“Yes, let's. And I didn’t let you kiss me,” She placed her supply bag on the floor beside her and inspected the navy-blue and black slacks. “You took it upon yourself to do so.”
“Shit, I coulda swore you kissed me back, but maybe I'm trippin.” A sarcastic smirk curved the corners of his lips.
“Yup,” Blushing, she avoided contact with him. “You are. But anyway, you’ll put the pants on, and I’ll tailor each pair to you. Once I’m done, I’ll go out to my van, make the adjustments, and you’ll be all set after that.”
“A’ight, let’s do it,” he nodded and dropped his sweats. “The dick that popped out and saluted her was gorgeous as fuck. It had been a minute since she’d seen him, but he was just as mouthwatering as she remembered. Her clit instantly puckered up and began throbbing mercilessly.”
Whew, my, my, muthafuckin’ my!
“Even better than you remembered, huh?!” He smirked as he pulled on the first pair of trousers.
“You could’ve warned me that you didn’t have any boxers or briefs on.” She playfully rolled her eyes before opening her work bag to retrieve the needed supplies.
“Yeah,” he licked his lips. “I could’ve, but where would’ve been the fun in that?”
Shaking her head, Evie began the process of tailoring his clothes. “So I’m going to assume that you knew you were booking my company when you made your in-home appointment last week? And knew I wouldn’t recognize you booking under your middle and last name?”
“I did,” He admitted with a smirk. “Knew there was a chance you might send someone else if you knew it was me and I wanted you.”
“Well, why you think you know me so damn well, I would’ve still come had you put the name I knew you by on your order form,” she said as she continued to pin his pants in the proper areas. “Just because we ended our situationship doesn’t mean?—”
“We? No love, I wanted to take things a step further and make you mine. Surprising myself, I admitted that shit to you four years ago. But you were caught up over another nigga and had been hung up on that dude since before we met, so I let you be. If I could only have a piece of ya heart and not the whole organ, I ain’t want it.
Unfortunately, though, you got mine, and I wanted to see you.
So instead of calling and risking you being on that bullshit, I found that your business was up and running and got to you that way. ”
“So you been stalking me?” She asked with a smile as Lucas removed his second pair of pants and handed them to her.
“Hell yeah,” he chuckled as he slipped on the last pair of black trousers. “I still keep an eye on you and stalk ya fine ass on social media from time to time, like I’m one of ya little groupie ass niggas.”
“Please, Lucas,” Evie rolled her eyes. I know you ain’t talking about no groupies. “Not with as many women that used to stay on their knees, ready to suck ya dick on a daily fuckin’ basis.”
“Yup,” Grinning, he shrugged. “And was ready to get rid of every single one of them for only you. But you ain’t want a nigga.”
“Whatever, plus I’m sure you would’ve kept anywhere from five to eight of them broads in ya back pocket if there was no other man in my life and I had decided to be exclusive with you.”
“Nah, when I’mma hoe, I’mma hoe ‘til the wheels fall off, but when I’m committed to a woman I feel is deserving of the love and value I’d add to her life, I’m all in. With my whole heart and every inch of my dick.”
“Tuh, if you say so.” She smirked as she stepped back and gave the last pair of trousers one last look before she nodded approvingly and put away her things. “But I remember that the first week after we met in the airport lounge, you had women coming out the woodwork behind you.”
“I mean, what can I say? I love women, but you were the only one that I met and knew immediately that I wanted to make you mine.” Lucas confessed as he met her stare, caught her gently by the chin, and made her face him.
He then pulled her close and captured her lips in a deeply intense kiss.
“You broke a niggas heart. Even though you still own that muthafucka.”