Page 110 of Deuce

We stayed at Jaeda’s about thirty minutes more while she went over all of her findings with Deuce. We then took the short ride to his house in silence. My thoughts were all over the place. and I just wanted to lay down for a little bit. I excused myself to his room.

After discarding my shoes and stripping down to my bra and panties, I crawled into his bed and curled up under the covers. A few tears slipped down my cheeks as thoughts of life without Deuce filled my head.

Somehow, this roughneck, aggressive, disrespectful yet caring man had stolen my heart. I care for him in ways that I didn’t fully understand considering I couldn’t stand him when we first met. Time changed things.

We grew closer.

We learned more about each other.

He became my best friend. Did I dare say… I loved him?

It wasn’t long before I heard the door open and he came in. I watched him in the mirror as he undressed down to his boxers. He approached the bed and climbed in, pulling me back against his chest. I relaxed as he kissed my temple. For a moment, I just laid there listening to the sound of our breathing. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned over in his arms.

For the longest time we stared at each other. He pulled me in closer to him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked.

“If something happens to you?—”

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Salima.”

“Listen to me!” I demanded.

He sighed. “I’m listening, baby.”

“If something happens to you… I want you know I appreciate everything you’ve done for me and my mama. I don’t care what people may call you. I see a side of you that they don’t.” I gently cupped his face. “I… I love you, Stanley.”

He looked at me for a moment before a grin broke out on his face.

“I told you I was gonna wear your ass down, didn’t I.”

I slapped his chest and pushed him away. “I’m being serious!”

Roughly, he pulled me back into his arms. “I’m just fucking with you, baby. I love you too, Salima.”

“Don’t say it just because I said it.”

He kissed his teeth. “This ain’t no competition, and when have you ever known me to say shit I don’t mean?”

“Never.”

“Okay, then. I love your big-headed, smart mouth ass, woman.”

“You could at least make it sound romantic.”

Without missing a beat, he rolled me over onto my back, resting his body between my legs. His lips found mine, and the next thing I knew, he was kissing me with lust, yet so much passion. Our lips and tongues intertwined in a sensual dance that forced lustful moans from my throat.

“Deuce…” I whispered, feeling his manhood growing against my mound.

He pulled away and peered down at me.

“I love you. You’re my woman and one of these days you’re gonna be my wife. You okay with that?”

I blushed as I nodded. “Yeah… I’m okay with that.”

“Good, cause you ain’t really had a choice.”

I laughed. “How did I not have a choice?”

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