Chapter 8
Malyah may not have agreed to marry me, but I was wearing down her defenses and hoped she’d be open to dating me. Although she let me eat her pussy, she was fighting her attraction to me and failing miserably.
I’d dated a lot of women, and we’d shared plenty of good times that cost me hundreds of dollars. Even with the money I spent showing those women a good time, the enjoyment I felt with Malyah far exceeded anything I’d experienced with them, and we hadn’t done anything over the top.
“I can do that,” she said, finally responding to my request for her to spend the night.
The cookies had been on the cooling rack for a few minutes, and she used the spatula to move two to each of our plates. After spreading a generous amount of frosting on one of each of our cookies, she waited for me to take my first bite.
I lifted the cookie with the frosting to my mouth and sank my teeth into it. Once the flavor hit my tongue and I began chewing, my eyes widened because I’d never had an oatmeal raisin cookie that tasted this good.
Malyah watched as I finished the whole cookie, biting her bottom lip nervously as she waited to hear my response. I drank a sip of milk and reached for the other cookie, but she smacked my hand away.
She huffed before asking, “Can I assume you approve?”
“These are the best fucking oatmeal raisin cookies I’ve ever had.”
She smiled and clapped her hands softly.
“Thank you.”
“No, seriously. My grandfather’s recipe is great, and I didn’t think you’d top his. I’m not sure if it’s the frosting or what.”
“Try the one without the frosting.”
I picked up the cookie without the frosting. From the first bite, I knew that as much as I loved my grandfather’s cookies, I had a new favorite.
“The frosting takes it to the next level, but even without the frosting, I’ve never had anything better.”
The smile she wore spread from ear to ear, and seeing her so happy about my compliment did something to me that I couldn’t explain.
“Thank you, Kenzo. That means a lot.”
“My grandfather all but demanded I track down the person responsible for those delicious cheesecakes. When he tastes these cookies—”
“He’s had my cheesecake?”
“Yep! And he loved it. When he tastes these cookies, you might have another Kenzo proposing to you,” I teased.
“Oh my God. The original Kenzo Goode thought my cheesecake was good.”
“He thought it was more than good. I’ve only had two of your desserts, but it’s clear that you have a gift, and working in the cafeteria at the corporate office is not where you should be.”
“I enjoy working there, and it’s not a bad job to have while I’m in school. I just need some time to get my life back on track. All I need is an affordable place to live.”
“It sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
“I don’t have a choice. I have to check out of the hotel on Monday, and—”
“Says who?”
“Umm, I assumed I’d only be there for the weekend.”
“Do you have some place to go?”
“I don’t, but I can’t have you spending more money on me. I can sleep in my car, and—”
“Do you think I’d let you sleep in your car again?” I asked, trying to hide how pissed I was.
“It’s not about you letting me do anything. This is my life, Kenzo, and I’m trying to manage it as best I can.”
“And I’m trying to help you. Why won’t you allow me to do that?”
“You’ve helped enough, and I appreciate you, but I don’t feel right having you pay for an expensive hotel for more than a weekend.”
“But you feel right sleeping in your car and showering in the locker room at work?”
“No, but—”
“Malyah, I don’t want to argue with you, but I need you to understand something.
I know I’m your boss, and this dynamic we’ve created isn’t normal, but I’m a fucking man first. There’s no way I’ll let you sleep in your car, or in your office, or anywhere else I don’t deem suitable. Don’t disrespect me like that.”
She looked at me for a long time without responding, then ate one of the cookies on her plate. I patiently waited for her to say some slick shit or refuse to allow me to help her, and when she remained silent, I spoke.
“I’ll take your silence to mean that we’ve come to an agreement.”
She nodded.
“You have no problem speaking your mind any other time, so I want to hear you say it so I can be sure we have an understanding,” I said.
“We have an understanding.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’ll let you help me.”
“Good girl. Now, was that hard?”
“Shut up.”
After we came to an understanding, we cleaned up the kitchen and decided to watch a movie. This time, it was my choice, and I chose Above the Rim.
“I love this movie. I haven’t watched this in years,” Malyah said.
“Let me guess. You’re a Tupac fan.”
“Duh. That’s a given, but he ain’t the only eye candy in this movie. Leon was in his prime. Start the movie.”
“Don’t let me find out you have a thing for old men because Leon is old enough to be your daddy, and Tupac would be, too, if he were still alive.”
She shrugged and said, “Mind your business and start the movie.”
I looked at her for a moment and could feel a frown forming.
“Am I gonna have to listen to you talking about how fine they are the whole movie?”
“Maybe. Start the movie.”
She was already seated in the middle of my U-shaped sectional with a blanket covering her legs. I was surprised and pleased that she didn’t move to the other end of the couch when I sat beside her. A few minutes later, the movie began, and we were locked in.
Every time they showed Tupac or Leon, Malyah shook her head and said, “Umph, umph, umph.”
“Is all that necessary every time they’re on the screen?” I asked.
“No, but that nineties’ fine hits different. If I were grown in the nineties, a time would’ve been had.”
“Oh, really? How so?”
She pondered my question for a moment before saying, “Let’s just say my body count would be much higher than it is now.”
I leaned back and looked at her.
“I guess you would’ve been for the streets, huh.”
“Most definitely. The men of today are built different, from their looks to their personality to their work ethic to how they treat women. It’s a zero out of ten for me, and I don’t recommend.”
I chuckled as I paused the movie.
“You’re letting a few bad apples taint your view on all men. That’s not fair.”
“I know all men aren’t assholes, and honestly, I’ve only had a few serious relationships, and none of them lasted more than six months, so my experience isn’t vast.”
“If that’s the case, why would you give us a zero out of ten?”
“That rating is based on my experience, but I guess I have no room to talk. My life has been a mess for a while, and I haven’t had much to offer, so I shouldn’t have expected them to have much either.”
“You have a lot to offer, and I wish you wouldn’t say that.”
She didn’t respond right away, but when she did, she said, “You’re right.
I do have a lot to offer, but my luck isn’t the best. I don’t want you to think I have low self-esteem or anything, because I don’t.
I’m smart as hell, I look good as fuck, and when I get my shit together, I’ll be unstoppable. ”
I agreed with everything she’d said and could add several more things to that list. Malyah was going through tough times, but she was definitely a diamond in the rough and a beautiful rose that grew from concrete.
“Yeah, you’ll be unstoppable.”
I restarted the movie, and about forty-five minutes later, Malyah’s head fell on my shoulder, as she had fallen asleep. By the time the movie ended, she was in a deep sleep, with one of her arms wrapped around my waist.
She looked so comfortable; I hated to disturb her, so I stretched out my legs onto the ottoman and covered both of us with the blanket she was using. A few minutes later, I dozed off.
I woke up a bit disoriented, and it took me a moment to recall whose thigh was draped across mine. When I inhaled, the sweet aroma of Malyah’s juices brought back memories of the night before. A bit of light peeked through the sides of the shades, so I knew it was morning.
My dick was hard, as it was most mornings, but the small, soft hand around it wasn’t the norm. When she stroked up and down, I probably should’ve stopped her, but it felt too fucking good.
I didn’t know what possessed me to pass up on the opportunity to feel her pussy wrapped around my dick because Lord knows that was exactly what I wanted. My gut told me it wasn’t the right time, and for some reason, I listened. This time, I didn’t have that kind of willpower.
Was it wrong of me to pretend to be asleep so Malyah could finish the job? It absolutely was, but that was exactly what I did. When she ground her pussy on my thigh, I could feel the moisture and heat radiating, and my dick stiffened even more.
I pressed my thigh against her pussy to give her more friction. She moved with intensity, grinding her hot, wet pussy against me. The more she moved, the faster her hand moved up and down my dick, and as luck would have it, we reached our peak simultaneously.
“Mmm, shit,” she moaned quietly.
“Damn, baby,” I whispered as semen filled my shorts and leaked onto my stomach.
Suddenly, she lifted her head and looked at me in a panic with her hand still wrapped around my dick.
“Oh my God. What have I done?”
She snatched her semen covered hand from my shorts and pushed away from me with the other hand.
“It seems you pulled me into one helluva dream,” I said with a grin.
“Kenzo, this is not funny. Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.”
She used her clean hand to get up and rushed to the bathroom, leaving me with a semi-hard dick and my shorts stained with my nut. I got up and went to the bathroom in my bedroom.
When I finished cleaning myself up, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Malyah was leaving the bathroom, and we met in the hallway.
“Did you make a mess between your legs?” I teased.
“Shut up.”
I noticed she was dressed in the sweats and hoodie she had on last night.
“You found the extra towels and toothbrushes under the sink?”
“Yeah.”