Page 120 of Chemistry: The Chemist

Everyone was involved in the family’s business while still thriving in their respectful careers. My talents didn’t end in the custom lab I’d built and spent time creating for our clientele. Pharmaceuticals were my passion. And drugs I’d perfected over the years were managing diseases and alleviating the pain of millions.

“I will. I just need to know my old man will live to see it.”

“Promise.” He sucked his teeth, shaking his head. “Promises they’re meant to be broken.”

“Not ours.”

“Nothing I’ll say will make this any better or hurt any less.”

“Assuring me you haven’t and will not give up, that’ll make all the difference.”

“I won’t give up, son.”

We allowed the silence to dwell. I sipped from my drink and he did the same. Nothing more needed to be said.

Eden rushed toward the truck with Aden and an umbrella hovering over her head. My nostrils flared at even the thought of the rain touching her in places that were restricted and reserved for me. I swung the door open as I ended the call I’d been on.

Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing, now that she was in sight. Eden slid in, not stopping until her hands were on the back of my head, pulling me into her.

Electricity flowed freely through my body as her tongue twirled around my mouth. She tasted like a strawberry cream soda. The Lost Cherry perfume she wore was divine. It mixed perfectly with her natural scent. Our lips twisted and turned until we both pulled away, breathlessly with smiles that nearly split the corners of our lips.

“I’ve missed you,” I confessed.

“I’ve waited by the phone for your call. Felt like it would never come.”

“My call will always come, Choc. Always.”

She settled beside me, refusing to acknowledge personal space and I wasn’t in a hurry for her to do so, either. I enjoyed the feeling of her skin against mine. She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed heavily.

“Have you eaten?”

She was in her favorite color. Prada sneakers and a nylon Prada bag quickly reminded me I had a cart full of items I needed to complete the checkout process for. Eden represented me so well. Joining the entourage would be a breeze. Just like my sisters, she was born to be pampered, spoiled, and to have her way.

“Yes.”

“How long has it been?”

“Two hours, possibly more.”

“Then dinner will wait. I can push our appointment up.”

“Our appointment?” She stretched her body, sitting up straight and pressing her back against the seat behind us.

“I didn’t stutter, Eden.”

“You didn– Where are we headed?”

“Just sit back and look pretty. Don’t worry yourself too much. You’ll see soon enough.”

Instead of pushing her luck, she scooted to the other side of the seat and lowered her back until her head was in my lap and those big, round eyes were staring up at me. I saw my future in them, in her.

“Hi,” she snorted, sniggering at whatever she found funny.

“Hello, Eden.”

I brushed a finger up against her cheek. She leaned into my hand kissing it tenderly. I missed her dearly. That smile of hers. That mouth of hers –for the things it said and the things it did to me. That laugh of hers. The sound of her light snores revealed her level of contentment. The softness of her skin. The beat of her heart. Her silence. Her pussy. Her selflessness. Her.

She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and waited for me to grant her soundless wish. I complied, leaning down and pecking them. By the time my back hit the seat, again, her eyes were open and I felt myself falling deeper than I’d been seconds ago. Minutes ago. Hours ago.

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