Page 34 of Krash & Bern

“I will. You do the same.”

She pulled me into a warm hug, and I rubbed her back firmly. When we parted, we both walked over to our vehicles and climbed in. The leather seats were warm from being out in the Texas heat for over an hour, but it didn’t last long as the seat coolers activated, and the air conditioning blasted. I clamped my phone into the holder and tapped on my favorites playlist and hit shuffle.

Lauryn Hill’s voice filled the space in the car as I tapped the home icon on the GPS and waited for the route to connect. I lived downtown in a high-rise penthouse. It was expensive as hell, and the money I spent on the two-bedroom apartment could haveeasilybeen put into buying a house, but I wasn’t ready to be a homeowner. A lot of homes depreciated over time because of fast construction. These companies liked to cut corners and buy cheap resources to increase their profit margin. At least with the penthouse, all my maintenance problems were taken care of, and the proximity to everything was within walking distance. I even had a trail to run some mornings when I wanted to get a quick workout in.

When I entered the front door, I switched on the light and greeted my large tank of fish. I sprinkled a little fish food into the water and watched them contently for a few moments.

I toed off my shoes and stripped down to my bra and panties as I headed into the office with theperfectview of the Houston nightlife. I placed my files on the desk and turned on my PC. I checked on my sims for about an hour before I decided to take my shower.

As a single woman, my life had become routine. I went to work, came home, relaxed for a few hours, just to repeat the cycle all over again. After living in fear for so long, the routine made sense. It kept my anxiety low.

I picked up the pink rose toy and pressed the button in the center. The low buzz of the toy filled my ears as I sat on the shower seat and propped my leg up. I placed the suction on my clit and allowed my eyes to drift shut. It took alongtime for me to get comfortable with pleasing myself. After the trauma from my ex, I didn’t want anyone to touch me. Nowadays, after a long day of work, releasing a quick nut helped me go to sleep faster. Not to mention the types of books I read made me hot and bothered some nights.

As the pleasure swam to my core, someone I hadn’t fantasized about in years popped into my mind.

“Krash…” I moaned as I bucked my hips forward. I pictured his large, skilled hands roaming my body as he played with my pussy. The visions of him picking me up and diving into my wetness fueled the heat in my body. My movements became hectic as my body shook.

“Fuck!” I cried out as I squirted my juices down my leg. My body spasmed as I leaned back against the wall of the shower and let the water wash away the evidence of my naughty time.

“Get it together, Bern…” I chastised myself.

I’d only seen the man a few hours ago, and he’d already tainted my mind again. What the hell was I going to do next time we saw each other?

“My name is Bernice James, and I’m the creator of BerJam, Security!”

In the video, Bern had her hair pulled into a neat, sleek ponytail. Her smile was pearly white, and her makeup was soft. She wore a pantsuit that sculpted her body perfectly. Her voice was confident, and she had me clinging to every word she said.

If anybody knew what I’d spent the last few hours doing, I’d have lost my playa card for sure. I’d done a deep dive on Bernie’s life after she left my home. I found her website and watched the welcome video. I searched the internet for her socials and found a few accounts for her business. She was just like me, though. She only posted business-related content and kept the media out of her personal business.

Once I’d gotten the location of her business from the website, I called my florist. I had them make two bouquets of her favorite flower, alstroemerias. I chose two colors that complemented each other: pink and white. Once I picked up the flowers, I went to the grocery store to pick up her favorite brand of dark chocolate. After I gathered my arsenal to make her day, I made my way to the address on file. When I pulled up to a ten-story building with a connecting parking garage, I was impressed.

My lady has beaucoup money.

She made me proud.One thing as a successful man, my biggest concern was being with a woman who only saw me as an ATM. With her having her own money, I was certain we’d never have financial issues in our relationship.

As I sat in the visitor section of the parking lot, my mind became polluted with doubt and fear.What if I was doing too much? What if she thought it was weird I found her place of business and pulled up on her? What if there was a nigga already in her life trying to make her his wife?

I rubbed my temples. “I’m Krash mothafuckin Williams. No nigga could ever compare to me. Bernismy lady, and I am going to get her back, one way or another. I just have to make sure she understands how deep my love is for her.”

After my pep talk, I emerged from the black SUV. Today, I drove myself and gave my driver the day off.

I didn’t want anyone in my business, especially with me trying to swoon Bernice off her feet and back into my warm embrace.

“Good morning. Welcome to BerJam, Security’s main location. How may I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“I’m here to see Bernice James,” I explained.

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No. She installed a deluxe package at my property yesterday. I wanted to show my thanks with a few gifts.”

The woman smiled. “I’ll call her office to see if she’s available for a visitor. If not, I’ll leave your name and number with her secretary.”

“Thank you.”

She placed the receiver up to her ear and pressed a few numbers on the telephone. She waited a few moments before she hung up the phone. “I’m sorry. She didn’t answer. I’m going to call her secretary now.”

As she picked up the phone to dial the second number, the elevator doors slid open, and Bernice came into view. Today, she was clad in a cream dress with long sleeves and a pair of black heels. Her hair was in a sleek ponytail, and her skin was blemish free and smooth.

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