Chapter 4 #2
Not able to control myself, I crashed my lips against hers.
At first, she tried to pull away, but the moment my tongue parted her lips, she gave in.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer, and I could feel her body pressing against mine.
She moaned, low and needy, sending a surge straight to my dick.
I deepened the kiss, one hand gripping her waist while the other cupped her ass, lifting her slightly against me.
“Damn, you got my dick hard.” I kissed her neck.
“I’m about to fuck that anger up out of you, love.
I can’t stop thinking about how this pussy had my dick in a chokehold.
” Within seconds, I had her bent over my desk with her skirt pushed over her ass.
Then I was on my knees. I ripped her lace panties from her flesh and dove headfirst into her middle.
Her pussy smelled and tasted just as sweet as her cakes.
“Mmm! Samir… No! We can’t… Oh, God, that feels so good! Don’t stop,” she moaned out the string of words between asking me to stop and to keep going.
I spread her ass cheeks apart and sucked her clit into my mouth before my tongue dipped in and out of her pussy. Her shit was so sweet and leaking.
“Fuck, Zanova! This shit is addictive.” I grunted, feasting on her middle.
I circled my tongue back and forth against her clit before tugging it inside my mouth and shaking my head side to side at a fast pace. She screamed my name loud as fuck, and I knew Hailey heard her. But I didn’t give a fuck; I was hooked by her taste alone.
After she came all over my face, I stood and dropped my pants, releasing my dick. Panting, she looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with lust, as I lined my shit up to her opening. I gripped her waist and filled her up with all ten inches of this dick.
“Samir! W-wait! It’s so big!” she cried out, reaching her hand back to try to slow my pace.
I slapped her hand away and pounded her pussy with no mercy. “Nah, you a big girl. You can handle this dick.” I slapped her ass, watching that shit ripple like Jello. “You came into my office showing your ass. Now shut up and throw that ass back.”
I grunted when she obliged and bounced her ass against me. My head dropped back, and I stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of something besides the tightness of her pussy. I didn’t want to bust prematurely.
“Ahh!” I gritted my teeth.
“Oh, shit! Samir, I’m about to come!” She gasped, hands gripping the edge of my desk as I took control, my pace steady and unrelenting. Every breath she released came out shaky and broken, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and need.
“Let that shit go, baby. Fuck! I’m about to nut in this juicy motherfucka!
” I growled, gripping her tighter. When her pussy clenched around me, and her voice broke again, saying my name like a secret she shouldn’t be telling, I lost it.
My head fell back again, breath heavy, heartbeat pounding in my ears as everything blurred into white heat and I shot my nut deep inside her.
And just like that, it was over.
The tension, the chaos, the fight between us collapsed into a silence so thick it was deafening.
I stayed there for a moment, my hand still gripping the edge of the desk, trying to catch my breath, and then my eyes shot open.
The sound of the city came rushing back—the sound of traffic and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
My office was empty. Papers were still neatly stacked atop my desk. No Zanova. Just me.
And that’s when I realized… a nigga had dozed off, and it was all a damn dream.
I got myself together, trying to shake off the morning haze, when my office door flew open. In walked my ex-wife, as if she still had keys to my office—and my life.
Hailey rushed in right behind her, looking flustered. Out of breath, she stated, “I’m sorry, Mr. Carter. She wouldn’t listen when I told her she needed to be announced first.”
I sighed, already feeling the headache coming on. “It’s fine, Hailey. Close the door.”
She hesitated, glancing between us, but I gave her a small nod. Once the door clicked shut, I leaned back in my chair, eyes locked on the woman standing across from me.
She was still as beautiful as the first day I met her.
Her almond complexion was blemish-free, and her slightly chinky, dark eyes fit perfectly with her short, black pixie hairstyle.
With a hint of blond on one side of the cut, she looked exotic.
Paige was done up as always, and even though she was on the slim side, she still had noticeable curves that looked good in the tight sweater dress she wore.
Noticing the small stains on the front, I assumed she’d just come from brunch.
The purse that hung over her shoulders was one I had bought her for her last birthday before we split. It looked like it had seen better days.
As beautiful as she was, her soul was ugly.
“What do you want, Paige? You have five seconds to speak your piece before I have security drag your ass out of here.”
“Mir—”
“It’s Samir.” I pushed out with a growl.
“Samir, why do I have to keep calling Jamila to get in contact with you? And why is she always so rude to me?”
“Paige, we are divorced. You do know what that means, right? It means you do not have access to me anymore. Now, if this is why you keep popping up on me, the next pop-up won’t be pretty.” I warned her.
“Samir… I just want to have a conversation with you. I know it’s been two years, but I can’t continue to live without you. I fucked up by cheating on you. I know that now. But all I’m asking is for you to forgive me, so we can try and make this work.” She sounded delusional.
“You right. It’s been two years, yet you still haven’t moved on. I damn sure did. You went and fucked another nigga behind my back and had a whole baby on me. If the roles were reversed, would you have forgiven me?”
She hesitated before she spoke, her lips pressed together, jaw tight. “I made mistakes, okay? But you weren’t exactly innocent either.”
“The difference is, I was loyal,” I said, leaning forward on my desk. “You wanted a man who’d worship you, and I gave you that. You wanted for nothing, Paige.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t have what I needed the most, Samir. And that was time. I was lonely.” She was trying to guilt-trip me.
“Lonely?” I let out a humorous chuckle. “You weren't lonely when you were running up racks in the Gucci store.
You weren't lonely when you were taking all-inclusive trips out of the country with your friends on my dime. I was hustling to keep a roof over our heads, and food on the fucking table!” I slammed my fist down on the desk, making her jump.
“And not one time did you tell me that you were fucking lonely!”
She flinched but quickly tried to recover, squaring her shoulders. “See, that’s your problem! You think money fixes everything! You thought throwing cash at me was the same as being a husband!”
I shook my head, my jaw clenched firmly. “Nah, my problem was thinking you’d understand the grind… Thinking you’d hold me down while I built something real for us. But instead, you let the streets whisper in your ear until you started believing I wasn’t enough.”
Paige’s eyes glossed over, her voice trembling. “You weren’t there, Samir. Nights turned into days. I needed my husband to touch me. I needed you to make me feel like I mattered.”
I leaned back in my chair, staring her down coldly. “And your solution was spreading your legs for the first man who gave you attention?”
“Don’t do that!” She snapped at me, her voice breaking. “You don’t know what that felt like.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Because while you were out chasing attention, I was out here dodging bullets and the feds, trying to build an empire from nothing.
I would’ve given you everything—I did give you everything.
But you sold us out for some temporary comfort.
I’ve been done with you, Paige. We are done. ”
She blinked back tears, shaking her head. “You don’t mean that.”
“The fuck I don’t.” I stood, walking around the desk until I was standing right in front of her. “You had a real one, Paige. And you traded me for a nigga that couldn’t even match my shadow.”
Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but the silence between us said it all.
“You can leave now. And don’t come back,” I said, turning my back to her.
“Samir—”
“I said leave!” I barked, pointing to the door.
She stood there for a few seconds, tears staining her face, before walking toward the door. Before leaving, she turned and said, “I love you, Samir. He could never be you.”
The door clicked shut behind her, but the anger in my chest didn’t go anywhere.
I sat down at my desk, staring out the window, trying to get my mind back focused.
Paige’s presence always puts me in a fucked up mood.
No, I didn’t still love Paige, but she was my first love, so I had love in my heart for her, but that was it.
My desk phone buzzed, and Hailey let me know that my mother was on her way in.
I quickly reached into my drawer and pulled out a can of air freshener.
I sprayed some in the air just as my door opened.
My queen, my everything, the woman who gave birth to me, sashayed into my office.
As always, my mom was dressed to impress.
She was wearing a cream Chanel pantsuit and one of her expensive-ass Birkin bags that she loved so much.
One thing about Clarissa Carter: she never came out of the house half-stepping.
“Hey, son. I see you working hard as always.” She smiled.
I stood to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. “You already know I be on my grind. Where are you headed?”
She got comfortable on the sofa against the wall in front of my desk. “I was on my way to see your grandmother. You know she just had surgery. I wanted to go check on her before your aunt and I leave for our vacation tomorrow.”