Page 59 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“For what it’s worth, I’ve chosen you, too.”

Chem sipped the brown liquid in his cup. Soundlessly, he displayed his satisfaction with softened eyes and a nod.

FOUR

I lifted the cover to find Choc getting down to business. Her skills had awakened me from my sleep three mornings in a row. Even thinking about taking her back to her crib later had me vexed, but she was slowly relieving my anxiety.

“Good morning, handsome.”

Eden plopped my dick out of her mouth to greet me. She held that motherfucker like a microphone and as soon as she’d spoken, it was back in her mouth. My toes curled, watching her get down the way she did. It was apparent she loved dick in her mouth and the thought of another nigga having the opportunity to put theirs in it swelled my nostrils.

I pulled her upward, by that fucking ponytail, bringing her lips to mine as I entered her from below. I hadn’t expected creating an heir would be this rewarding. I hadn’t expected to form a bond in the process. I hadn’t expected to fall for the woman who’d brought him into the world. But, surely, with each passing second, I was deeper into the web she’d spun, not giving a damn about much else.

“Yeeeeeeeeeees.”

She was slippery between the legs. I hadn’t dived into a wetter pool. Her shit was always soaking, ready for me to lap it until we both began to spit up.

“I told you. He’s not paying us any mind,” Royce complained, smacking her teeth.

“That’s not becoming, baby. Don’t do that,” I advised, struggling to rejoin the moment. Eden made it hard to focus on anything but her and the money.

“He’s been in his head for the last three weeks. Here, but never here,” Royce continued, apparently frustrated with the lack of attention she and the others were getting.

My father’s grunt led me to the smirk on his face. He cut into his smothered chicken with a shake of the head as if he knew something the rest of us didn’t.

“Is everything okay?” Rather quickly spat, concern etched on her pretty face.

“Everything is alright.” Roulette scoffed. “He’s gotten a hold of something he can’t quite let go of.”

“Roulette,” I warned.

“Meaning?” Rome questioned, meeting my eyes.

“Nothing, baby.” I tried defusing it before the fire was actively destroying our dinner. “Eat your food. And yours, too, Roulette.”

“He met someone,” she spilled. “Why he’s keeping her a secret is beyond me.”

“Mind the business that pays you, Roulette.”

“She is my business and she pays me well.”

I’d quickly forgotten Eden’s involvement with Roulette. I didn’t have a rebuttal, so I remained quiet. My father’s sniggers left me with a hung head. I focused on the food in front of me, ready to drown almost everyone out.

“So, you have met someone,” Rugger inquired.

Her interest was rare. She cared very little about very little.

“Is wh–Wait, was she the date?” Royce began piecing the puzzle together.

“Royce, let it go,” I suggested.

“She was the date!”

“You robbed me of the opportunity to end Dyson because he was on a date with a woman you’re having sex with?”

“I’ll keep crossing niggas off your list if they find themselves near my shi– Change the subject. We do not discuss business at this table.”

“But, this isn’t business. This is personal,” Rugger countered. “In many ways.”

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