Chapter 7
Syuri.
My pussy throbbed and my ass was sore but I had an unreasonably wide smile on my face as I sat in the scorching hot, honey and vanilla bubble bath trying to soothe the ache.
When I’d assumed X had an ego, I’d been right.
Big ego and big dick to match. Both had been such a huge turn on that I was moving stupidly. I agreed to have dinner with him.
Valentine’s dinner…
Even though he wasn’t my man and we weren’t celebrating, a small part of me felt like both applied. I mean shit, he’d just fucked me in the most enjoyable way, made me cum more times than I could recall; so for the time being, he was my man.
“Girl, you’re delusional as hell,” I said and rolled my eyes.
A man who fucked like X and ate pussy like he’d invented the act was not the type to be anyone’s man.
I also refused to travel down that road because that wasn’t what was done in places like Seventh Heaven.
People came, fucked, got fucked, then skipped their satisfied asses right back to regular degular life.
That was exactly my plan, no matter how good my body felt from having been turned inside out by that man’s mouth, fingers, and unfairly impressive dick.
I sighed and dropped my head back against the inflatable tube pillow included in the spa treatment bath essentials in my suite.
I also slammed my legs together and jerked my hand from the water because thinking about that fine ass man had me easing my fingers down my stomach toward the apex of my thighs.
Tonight had easily been the best sex I’d ever had which placed a smile on my face. It dropped seconds later because unfortunately I wouldn’t experience this bomb ass sex ever again.
One and done, Yuri.
I had another twenty minutes before it was time to get out and make myself look decent so I could meet my non-baby daddy for dinner. ’Cause yes, I was temporarily delusional enough to consider the idea of allowing him to give me all his babies.
I sputtered a laugh then threw my hand over my mouth because this man had fucked me a little too thoroughly.
Instead of dwelling on things that couldn’t be, I soaked for twenty minutes more and got out the tub to hop in the shower to cleanse my body.
I walked around my room gingerly, pulling together my look, moisturizing my skin, skipping makeup, and sliding into the T-shirt and sweats I was supposed to be traveling home in tomorrow.
I pulled my hair up and twisted my braids into a bun.
No sense in tempting fate. I kept my look comfortable and casually checked the time, realizing I had five minutes to get downstairs.
I left my room, walked to the elevator, and pressed the first floor.
As soon as I entered the restaurant, I spotted X standing near the entrance, speaking to the server who pointed to the back.
He nodded, flashed her a smile, and was about to head that way but I moved to his side.
“It smells good in here,” I said, more to myself, but I had his attention when he dropped his eyes to me after hearing my voice.
“Damn, you really said fuck trying to impress me.”
I turned my attention on him and he had a sexy, cocky smile in place. “I don’t look impressive?” I tugged at the hem of my graphic tee and he looked me over from head to toe in a way that provided his answer before he opened his mouth.
“I can still taste your pussy on my tongue, so at this point, you don’t have to try. I’m thoroughly impressed.”
“I can see now that your dick game is strong but your romance is weak.”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Good thing I’m not trying to romance your pretty ass. All I’m agreeing to is feeding you. Come on, she said we can have that spot in the back.”
He waited for me to go ahead of him, and after we were seated, a server came to the table to take our drink and food orders. I had already checked the menu on my device in the room and wanted one of their gourmet Margarita pizzas. X decided to go with that too, so we ordered a large.
“So what do we talk about since we’re bypassing personal stuff?” I asked.
He offered a sexy smile. He seemed completely relaxed and unbothered by the fact that he’d just had his tongue in my pussy and now sat across from me about to share a pizza.
“You can talk about whatever you want. If you want to ask me personal questions, go for it.”
“But that’s not how this works.”
“People don’t just come here to fuck, Sin. Some actually come to engage with others. We can chill without you making it a thing.”
“Okay then, what do you do?”
“Steal high end, sometimes rare, cars and bikes, customize them, and sell them.”
“That’s really what you do?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you good at it?”
“Why you need to know my skills, Sin?”
“Just trying to figure out if I’ll see you here again. If you end up doing a bid, I won’t.”
He chuckled. “I’m the best.”
“You want to ask me a question?”
He shook his head. “No. I want you to share whatever you want me to know because I feel like you’re not sure how to navigate this. So I’m giving you complete control.”
I grinned. “You sure you want me to have control?”
“I’m sure.”
The server brought our pizza and drinks to the table, breaking up the moment.
As soon as they were gone, we blessed our food and I grabbed a slice, groaning in satisfaction because it was so damn good.
The crust was butter soft and the toppings—large slices of tomatoes, chunks of mozzarella cheese, and a drizzle of balsamic dressing—were all fresh.
“This is so good,” I moaned while chewing.
“One of the reasons I like coming here. The food is good as hell.” I watched him grab a slice and take his first bite.
“You’re one of those ‘I love the wings at the strip club ‘people, aren’t you?”
“Nah, not really. I don’t do strip clubs so I have no idea what their wings be hitting on.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re here but don’t do strip clubs?”
He damn near devoured half of his slice in two bites, chewing slowly, taking his time before he answered me. “Why you looking at me all crazy? Not all men like that shit.”
“Maybe not the club, but they enjoy what the club offers.”
“It’s cool but I’m not spending that much just to look at pussy.”
“This is not cheap.” I waved my hand in the air. My suite was pretty expensive and the add-on amenities meant running up a tab. Folks didn’t have to pay as much as I had but in order to truly experience Seventh Heaven the right way, a little change had to be spent.
“Nah, it’s not, but I also have the luxury of enjoying the pussy on display. Plus, strippers do the most. They’re trying to sell an experience to hit men’s pockets. I’m not with that. I like a genuine vibe, not someone trying to pay their rent and car note.”
“So no girlfriend then? Noted.” I took another bite of my pizza and he laughed.
“I’m single. I stay on the go too much to be what a woman wants me to be.”
“What do women want you to be?”
“Consistent.”
Ouch…
Yeah, this is definitely just one and done…
“Consistency isn’t that hard.”
“It’s not a matter of being hard, but more about me being willing. I just don’t have the ability to do that right now. I’m on a paper chase and that means moving around without having to manage someone else’s expectations. I’m not exactly working a nine to five.” He smirked and I nodded.
“Makes sense.”
“I just need a couple years to get my cash up. What I’m doing now isn’t a long-term hustle.
At least not when it comes to me being the person locating and securing the vehicles.
I can customize them in my sleep, legal or stolen, but right now, I’m cutting out the middle man.
It’s just me and my brother and I’m the one who’s typically on the hunt.
I’ll figure things out, but right now, this is what I do and I love that shit. It’s the thrill of the hustle.”
“So fuck love, get money,” I said, delivering the title of A’so and Samari’s single.
“Something like that. When I figure it out and get my money right, consistency will be on the table.”
“You better hope there’s a woman worth something willing to eat at your table when it’s time.”
He chuckled and locked his eyes on me. “I feel like I’ll be straight in that department. If it’s right, she’ll be there, as long as I make the effort and put in time.”
I damn sure would…
This is not about you, Yuri…
“Maybe,” was all I gave, then focused on my food.
We finished our pizza and I headed upstairs while X decided to chill at the bar to have a drink. He hadn’t extended an offer for me to join him, so I didn’t push. Besides, my body was screaming for a comfy bed and a few hours of sleep. That was my plan. Peace out to a great night.
A few hours after dinner…
I awakened feeling groggy and blinked my vision into focus, frowning when I heard someone knocking on my suite door.
As soon as I’d made it to the room last night, I climbed into bed, pulled the covers over my head, and was out.
With a full stomach, satiated sexual appetite, and no desire to move until morning, sleep took me down.
So who the hell is interrupting it…
I groaned and threw the covers back, tensing when I lifted and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
The ache from my activities a few hours ago was still very much present and put a smile on my face seconds before my expression twisted when I had to actually walk to the door.
Whoever was at my door would. get me in all my glory, bonnet and all.
I hadn’t ordered room service and no one knew I was here.
Well, almost no one. I’d peeped when X had watched as I headed to my suite after we left the second floor.
I didn’t mind because I had honestly hoped he would pop up.
A few more rounds wouldn’t have been the worst thing, no matter how strategically I had to walk to the door thanks to my very fun evening.
“Yes…” I spoke through the door and seconds later I had my answer as to who had interrupted my bomb ass dream about the man who wasn’t currently at my door.
“Ms. Lofton. I have a delivery for you.”
Delivery…
I opened the door, not bothering to step behind it even though I was only in a T-shirt. People walked around here naked.
“Hi, you have a delivery for me?”
“Yes, ma’am.” The woman held up an envelope with a rose and smiled while extending them my way. I frowned at both, but accepted them, telling her thank you before I closed and locked the door.
I brought the rose to my nose and smelled it while I headed back to the bedroom where I placed it on the nightstand. After I was seated on the side of the bed, I ripped the envelope open and unfolded the note inside, reading it with furrowed brows.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Sin.
Maybe in a few years I’ll be able to offer the type of consistency where I can ask for your real name. If you’re willing to eat at my table when that time comes, here’s how you can find me.
107-410-1996
X had left me a note with his phone number.
I grinned and rolled my eyes at his audacity, asking me to give him a few years. But at the same time, I had to respect that the man knew what he could and couldn’t bring to the table and wasn’t about to waste my time.
I placed the note on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, turning on my side as I snuggled under the cover. I stared at the note and rose for a minute longer, grinning before I closed my eyes and smiled.
There was no way in hell I would use that number, at least not right now. But I would damn sure hold onto it because who knew what the future held…