Chapter 26 #3
He pulled at my dress again, and I snatched away again, but he was able to catch the other side and pull me into him. With my chest heaving, we were face to face, give or take, given the height difference.
“I don’t like the way you’re always pushing and pulling me. I’m not a broken toy.” My breathing was coming out ragged as if I was still pacing the floor.
He eyed my lips and I folded them into my mouth. He didn’t deserve to lust over me.
“You know I’ll never harm you, Solana. You may not like the way I go about doing this shit, but you love when I put my hands on you.”
“Shio. You are kind of—”
“Kinda what?”
“I am trying to find the word in English.” I then tucked my lips back in before huffing. “It is like a chemical, but they use the word in a way to describe an unhealthy person. They say it in the movies.”
His brow lifted, and when realization set in, he tossed his head back in laughter. Since I was still pressed against his chest, his boisterous, deep chuckles went right to my vagina.
“You callin’ me toxic?”
I nodded once.
He scraped his bottom lip with his top teeth. “Shit… That ain’t good.”
He let me go, and I flew backward so fast that I fell against the dresser. Holding on to it and leaning my bottom against it, I hoped he would keep his distance now.
Widening his stance, Shio cupped his hands in front of his waist. “Solana, do you understand why I put you here?”
“Because you thought I gave your daughter drugs.”
“No, Solana. ’Cause I don’t fuck with cocaine. At least not in a sense of a muthafucka doing it.” He shook his head before moving to sit on the bed. His legs gapped and his elbows rested on his knees. “And ’cause I fuck with you, I wanted you to shake this shit.”
I squinted my eyes. “You thought it was wise to put me here without professional help?”
He lifted his head, peering at me with hooded eyes. “Did you need a professional to help you get on that shit?”
I went silent.
When he realized I wouldn’t answer, he sighed. “Look, Solana. I fuck with you.”
“Here we go with that word again. You know I do not like it. You fuck with everyone.”
“Let me finish, yo. I fuck with you, but I don’t fuck with your ways. Your habits. Your routine. It… It reminds me of my father a lot… But you already know that ‘cause somebody has been runnin’ their mouth.”
No. I know that because I read it from the man himself.
“He had the same habit, and it made him do some shit that he shouldn’t have. I’m not— naw. I refuse to go through that shit again with anybody.”
“You really think I remind you of your father, Shio?”
He stared at me, and I shifted my hips trying to relieve the building pressure from just his eyes. He may have been right. He didn’t need to touch me to make me come.
“Naw, Solana, baby… I think you remind me of me.”
“Um, qué?”
“You remind me of me… Unresolved childhood trauma, that is. We both didn’t have the best upbringing, and that shit followed us into adulthood.
Except, I didn’t become an addict. I did pills and drank, but I went cold turkey on that shit and didn’t look back.
It didn’t affect my way of living, my decision-making, or my mental health.
I fuck with you, but I don’t fuck with the fact that you’re an addict. ”
What he said was comical. It was so comical that I could not laugh. I would not laugh. Not at him. Not at his pain.
“Shio, I think you are an amazing person. You are giving. You are disciplined. You are determined. You are ambitious. You do anything for your family, and all of them adore you. You are a man of faith, strength, and courage. But you are an addict too.”
He cocked his head and squinted his eyes.
I had already unleashed Pandora’s box, so I forced myself to finish.
“You start your mornings at four, before the sun rises. You like to run five miles after your two-hour workouts. If you are not eating your meal preps, you have one plate of said food—never any seconds, and you only eat the bad stuff until you are satisfied, never full. You have to consume two hundred and fifty-seven grams of protein a day. If you miss church, you watch at least two sermons back-to-back and overcompensate by doubling the tithes you send to your mother. When you are not working out or eating healthy or praising the Lord, you are looking after everyone in the family. You have let your childhood trauma turn you into an addict too.”
“I haven’t.”
“You have. Miss a day of workouts. Miss a day of clean eating. Miss a day from checking in on the family. Miss a day of not consuming any fruits and veggies. Sleep in one day. Just one.” I dared him before shrugging.
“You cannot. You cannot because it will start the detox process. You would not even last two days before you are back at it.”
I pointed to my chest. “I have lasted twenty-six! Twenty-six days without a drug that you hate so much! The one in which you have become a king from! Even when you came here covered head to toe in it, I did not relapse! Even when it was staring me in the face, I did not relapse! You watered your clothing because you thought I was going to sniff it!” I frowned in disgust when I thought back to it.
“Like… Like I am some bum? Well, you are wrong! You do not know me as well as you think you know me. When I figured out what I wanted and who I wanted to be, I did not look back. No matter how much it hurt!”
“You shouldn’t have gotten clean in the premises of wanting me or the possibility of becoming my wife.”
“What! I did it for me! For me! Not for you. Not for my father. For me! And for those teenagers who have held my hair back while I threw up. Who have washed the piss from my skin! Something you were able to see on the camera, and not once did you come. Not once!” I held up my index finger.
“I did it for me! I don’t want to be your wife. Even while detoxing, I never thought I would become your wife.” I scoffed. “But I know you have to choose. I know your Don gave you an ultimatum. Bahati or me, right?”
“You shouldn’t have been snooping.”
“I didn’t snoop anything! It was obvious! The entire plane ride, the way you kept bouncing your eyes between her and me. I could see you compartmentalizing and listing why one woman was better than the other and vice versa.”
“You don’t know what I was thinking, Solana.”
“Your not denying it tells me I know exactly what you were thinking, Shio.”
“So what now… You clean? The door was open, and no one is here. Why didn’t you leave? Isn’t that what you planned on doin’ the night I caught you stuffin’ that shit up yo’ nose? Fuck me and flee?”
“That was then, and this is now. I am going to take a few more days to get my thoughts in order, and then I am going to ask the girls to help me. I am in no position to turn down anything. Jisei said I could stay here so I may explore that option. When I get on my feet, I will find my family and maybe move to another state. I know how to sit still and make decisions without my emotions now. If I lived in this state, I would only be putting myself in harm’s way. Maybe in the path of the Rodríguezes.”
Shio kissed his teeth. “They ain’t gonna fuck with you.” He gritted his teeth in a growl-like manner with each word he spoke.
“That is good to know.”
“And you not moving out of state, Solana.”
“That is not for you to decide.” I huffed and uncrossed my arms. “I am an addict to you, and you need to worry about the other things in your world. I will be just fine.”
“But you said we’re both addicts.”
The movement was so swift and silent that I hadn’t realized he had latched onto the hem of my nightgown until I was being pulled in his direction.
“Shio, no.”
“You said I’m addicted to workin’ out…”
I tried to back up in the opposite direction, but the gown was stretched to its capacity. I could feel the threads giving out and hear them begging to tear.
“Sh—”
“I’m addicted to eatin’ clean.”
I was still trying to resist as he kept pulling me toward him.
“To worship. To my family. To my grind. But you left one thing out, Solana.”
Riiiiip
The gown tore right down the middle and slid from my arms. I was standing between his legs, naked as the day I was born.
He swooped me into his arms, folding my knees directly on his thighs.
My breasts bounced onto his face, and the smile he gave me as he kissed each one made a small gush of liquid moisten my vagina.
“You left out my most dangerous fuckin’ addiction… My newest one.”
“Shio, just—”
The cool air circulating in the room brushed against my skin as his arm wrapped around my thighs and he hoisted me up. My vagina was now directly in his face, and no amount of wiggling could remove my hips from his strong hands.
“You, Solana. Yo’ ass my fuckin’ addiction, and I’m ready to relapse.”
“Shio, wait—”
He pressed his mouth onto my vagina lips while holding me upright, cutting my words off instantly. As he sucked my bud into his mouth, I could feel the back of my knees pressing against his shoulders.
Sluuuuurp
He licked and then sucked my entire vagina into his mouth, leaving me no choice but to grip his shoulders.
Suddenly, the air was too hot, my skin was too hot, his touch was too hot.
But his mouth was the perfect temperature.
Biting my bottom lip to suppress the moans that I was too embarrassed to let go of, I made the mistake of looking down.
“Sh… Sh… Shioooo.”