Chapter 12
HOLDING PENALTY
This felt like a dream…
A wet dream.
Wet as fuck.
I started my day considering making a call to my therapist over how down bad I was over Amaya.
Jacking off every day to the thought of someone who I knew I couldn’t have had to be some sort of disorder, right?
Shit, I felt like Pearl was about to go on strike because I had been using that toy daily, when before it was reserved only for especially horny times.
Amaya just made me especially horny all the fucking time.
Just as I got the nerve to dial the number, my doorbell rang, and my torturer came in, wrapped in a pink dress, looking good enough to eat.
So I did…
And now she was in my bed.
Amaya Lewis’ fine ass was in my bed, naked, and freshly fucked. Yeah, this had to be a fuckin’ dream.
“Come here,” I growled, trying to pull her body into me.
The shower was pointless, because the moment she was dried and moisturized, my dick was back inside her.
It was clear that we were both starved for good sex because every time one of us calmed down, the other was pouncing on them, chasing another orgasm.
We fucked from mid-morning to the wee hours of the next day.
“No, I don't do that. This was a casual, one time thing. I'll go to sleep because I’m too tired to drive, but no cuddling,” she said, trying to fight through a yawn and failing miserably.
“My house, my rules,” I countered, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close.
“I can leave,” she laughed with an eye roll.
“Go ahead and try, Amaya.” I rolled my eyes as she fought against my locked arms for exactly three seconds before her body went lax again.
“This is called kidnapping, sir.”
“You just said you would stay. If anything, this is just a lil’ holding penalty,” I teased.
“You’re corny as fuck.” She laughed but still settled into my arms even more. A peaceful silence washed over us, but she didn’t let it linger for too long.
“You know we can never do this again, right?” she asked. I grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on me.
“You know you got me fucked up, right?” I shot back.
“What you mean?” Her eyes widened with an innocence that I had never seen on her before. I planted a kiss on her lips, then her forehead before I continued.
“You think you just gon’ walk away from me like this was a sample? You got me fucked up, Toni. I know there are rules and shit in place, but regardless of how this trial goes down, when it’s over, you’re mine.”
“I don’t date losers,” she quipped back, making me suck her up into another kiss.
“Neither do I, so you better win this shit!” I teased with a squeeze to her ass.
We laid there, bodies intertwined, talking for hours.
It was as if neither of us wanted to fall asleep just to wake up in the morning and realize this wasn’t real.
Since she knew all my business, I used the conversation to probe and get as much information about her as I could.
“Anything else you wanna know, Barbara Walters?” she asked.
Her face was pressed into my chest, and for someone who “doesn’t do that,” she looked comfortable as hell.
She no longer smelled like caramel, now she smelled like me.
The scent of my body wash and lotion mixed well with her natural scent, and of course her ass had to have a spritz of my damn cologne, so that too.
“Tell me about Malcom.” I gently kissed her forehead and adjusted her bonnet, watching in real time as she left the room and disappeared into her own head—eyes vacant, lips drawn, and body tense. I grabbed her face and gently turned it back to me.
“Amaya?”
“No.”
“Fine, whenever you’re ready. I’m here,” I conceded. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at me like she expected me to push, then mumbled something under her breath and pouted for a few moments before she spoke again.
“I thought we were good. He spoiled me, we communicated, the sex was good, and we were making it work even with our crazy work schedules. Everybody tells me that I'm too rough. I tried to be soft with him, tried to let him lead, and he tried to lead me straight to hell.”
I pulled her closer, erasing the space that she tried to create when I asked the question. I rubbed gentle circles on her lower back as she continued.
“One day I found out some shit. He was fucking around on me with a whole harem of women, one of which was pregnant.
I still didn't lose it. I know everyone thinks the worst of me, but I've never put my hands on someone I was in a relationship with.
I've never put my hands on someone who didn't deserve it.
I didn't even trip, just packed my shit to move out.”
“What did he do?” I asked, jaw tight with anxiety. I could feel my heart threatening to jump out of my fucking chest as I waited to hear her next words.
“He tried to fucking kill me,” she shuddered.
“He never even hit me, just went straight to his hands on my neck, literally trying to fucking kill me all because I wanted to leave him for fuckin’ around on me.
I really think the only reason I’m still here is because my best friend showed up to help me move some boxes and stopped him.
” The shakiness in her voice let me know that it was extremely hard for her to talk about that, so I didn’t lose my shit like I wanted to, but I really wanted to break something.
“Fuck… I’m sorry,” I said softly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t start looking at me like a victim.
Some fucked up shit happened to me, but I’m past it now.
” I nodded and kissed her forehead, letting it go.
The look on her face told me otherwise, so there was really no need to point it out.
All I knew was that when I was able to officially make her mine, I would do everything in my power to make that a reality.
Another thing that I knew for sure was that Malcom Jones would have to see me, sooner or later.
I fucked up…
I don't know why I thought scratching that itch would make it easier to focus around her, but I could admit when I was wrong.
I was so fucking wrong.
Now that I had experienced her, I tasted her succulent pussy every time I licked my lips, and her phantom moans reverberated on a loop in my head every time the silence got too loud.
“Good morning,” she sang as she and Jocelyn floated in the room, both glowing like two women who had all the attitude fucked out of them recently.
I kept my head down because hearing her voice started reigniting the flashbacks that I had of her talking me through it.
I knew if she gave me eye contact, it would be a wrap for trying to be tactful.
“Good morning, Vin Diesel," I shot back, eyes never leaving my phone. The next thing I felt was a legal pad smacking me in the back of my head. At that point we needed her on the field because her accuracy from across the room was truly impressive.
“Y’all niggas done playing? Because we have some shit we need to get done today if we want to be ready,” Justin fussed. His wife just had a baby and those sleepless nights had all of us on his bad side.
“Sir, yes Sir,” she teased with a faux grin.
I chuckled to myself, clearly all it took was some good dick and multiple orgasms to make her ass act right.
I watched her tease the curly mass of hair piled into a ponytail on top of her head which made me laugh and look off.
Her straightened hair survived the first few showers with the bonnet, but it was no match for her crazy ass deciding to suck my dick during the third shower.
I may not have helped with the way I was gripping her head… but I asked her to stop.
We were halfway through our work for the day when everyone’s phones started going off. I was growing to hate the sound of cellphone notifications—the shit was starting to trigger the fuck out of me because they never went off for good news.
“Shit!” I heard Amaya hiss as I moved across the room to grab my tablet. Clearly, I was right… more bad news.
Breaking News:
Sasha Vanguard, Ex-Girlfriend of Chase Andrews is set to testify for the plaintiff in the domestic abuse trial against the football star.
Vanguard was in a previous relationship with the defendant back in their college days.
Vanguard will appear under oath next week, after testimonies from the plaintiff’s mother.
I literally had to sit with that because I barely remembered that girl. I wracked my brain going through the train wreck that was college, and even at my worst, I still hadn’t done anything remotely close to abusing her.
I glanced over at Amaya and got stuck watching her chew her bottom lip as she typed furiously on her laptop.
“Is there anything we need to know about this woman?” she asked, glancing up at me.
“Nah,” I promised. “We dated in college for maybe two months, broke up before graduation because I cheated. That was kid shit, I’m not like that,” I said, looking her dead in her eyes. She completely blew me off.
“You cheating doesn’t matter. Was there any type of violence between you two?” She asked dismissively.
“Never. Like I said before, I never put my hands on any woman.”
“Good,” she muttered, still tapping away on her computer.
“So she’s a nurse, but clearly wants to be an influencer.
She might be doing this to gain some notoriety…
I think I need to do some more digging. Let’s go ahead and call it a night so Jocelyn and I can research.
” I cursed, because my time in her presence was being cut short, and I was planning on seeing if she wanted to run it back tonight.
Something had to give soon, because I was tired of the bullshit.
I just wanted to be with her, all the fucking time, without any restrictions.
Plaintiff’s Mother Takes the Stand in King V Andrews: