Page 43 of Finding My Bodyguard

“Tell me!” his voice thundered in my ear.

“I can have fun by myself. I can seek out new experiences. I can create my own happiness. I’m cumming!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as my juices sprayed onto my hand.

“Damn, Chocolate.” He growled into the phone. “You satisfied, beautiful?”

“Yes, I still miss you, though.”

“Same here. Check it, I’m about to walk into a meeting. I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Thank you.” I blew a kiss into the phone, and I pulled my dress back over my thighs. There was no way I could stop myself from falling for this man. I believed I had already fallen.

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London

“You a nasty motherfucker.” Meechie grinned as I returned from the private plane bathroom.

“You a nosy motherfucker!” I shot back, slapping him on his head as I walked past him to my seat. I removed myself when I saw Monroe’s name flash across my screen. I didn’t want Meechie to take over my phone call. He was obsessed with his new sister-in-law. It was cute, and Meechie was my boy, but his ass talked way too much. The way I’d been missing Monroe, I needed her all to myself. I hadn’t planned on coaching her through an orgasm, but the need for sexual pleasure was heavy in her voice the moment I said hello.

“Don’t touch me with yo’ sweaty dick hands, nigga. I heard you in there beating yo’ meat.”

I stared at his stupid ass for a minute. I wasn’t jacking off because it did nothing for me. I needed a woman’s touch. Plus, I had my headphones in when I was talking to Monroe, so it was no way he heard her beautiful moans.

“You a fool, you know that!” I shot back as we both shared a laugh. “Mind yo’ fucking business.”

“Yo’ business is my business, nigga. You know that already.”

“Since when?” I questioned as I moved my mouth to mimic his answer.

“Since diapers, nigga.”

He’d been saying that same thing since we were kids.

“Yeah, yeah.” I waved him off.

“So, you and sis already fucking, huh?”

I couldn’t tell if he was asking a question or making a statement. So, I ignored him. I wasn’t about to discuss Monroe like some random ho. She was more to me than that.

“I could tell by yo’ silence something don’ popped off,” he said just as the flight attendant announced our flight was landing.

“I’m invested.” I offered that as I buckled my seat belt to prepare for landing.

“You falling for her, ain’t you? Y’all gon’ make this shit official?”

That time, he was posing a question. One that had been floating through my brain a thousand times. If I talked about my feelings for Monroe with anybody, it would be to Meechie. Like he’d said, he had been in my business since diapers.

“Falling, nigga… Nah, I’m on the floor.” I admitted, and a huge weight lifted from my shoulders.

“So y’all gon’ like take this marriage shit for real?” I shook my head. “Why not? What’s the holdup?” He threw his hands in the air.

“Monroe ain’t never had the opportunity to be free—make her own choices. She needs to heal. She doesn’t need another man forcing some shit upon her.” That’s exactly what I would be doing if I pursued her in that manner. Sex was one thing but pursuing her was another.

“Yeah, but what if she needs everything that you are?”

I turned my head to stare at him as our plane touched down in Bristol. I was trying to figure out where my best friend had gone.

“Nigga, when did you start making sense?”

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