Page 37 of Unlucky You

“Come with me.”

“Where?” I breathed out and his expression hardened. He was conflicted about something.

“To get your car so you can follow me to my place.”

His eyes locked on mine, waiting. I almost thought he wanted me to say no. When I nodded and said okay, his scowl deepened but he stepped away, pushed a hand into the pocket of his sweats, and the lights on his car flickered.

“Get in.”

He drove me to my car, didn’t speak another word, but waited until I was safely inside and pulled out of the parking lot with me behind him. We drove back into the city to the south side of town. The complex was older. I knew it well thanks to one of those men I wasted time on. The units were nice, remodeled but affordable. Nothing spectacular. When Grand parked in front of a building, I pulled in beside him and stared at the brick structure, gripping the steering wheel.

Was I really doing this? He wasn’t inviting me here to chat about my day or his. He was inviting me here to continue that kiss. If I didn’t leave now, I was going to fuck this man. That was exactly what he wanted. That was the way he kissed me and exactly what I wanted.

I jumped when he tapped on the window. I exhaled a slow breath, shut off my car, and nudged Grand with the door so he would step back to allow me room to get out.

“You don’t have to stay.”

I pushed down my nerves and forced a smile, arching a brow. “You changed your mind?”

His expression tensed but he slowly shook his head, moving back even more, granting me space to shut and lock my door. I followed him onto the sidewalk and to his apartment, waiting while he unlocked the door and let us in. He crossed the room and flipped on the lights in the living room, tossed the backpack on the floor, then he was on me. His mouth connected to mine again, and oh fuck, he was skilled with his tongue. After a few minutes, he pulled away and frowned.

“I’m going to take a shower. If you’re still here when I’m done, I’m going to fuck you. If that’s not what you want, then I suggest you leave now.”

His eyes were on me with confirmation of how serious he was before he walked away and yanked the hoodie over his head. He disappeared into a room and the door closed behind him.

I dug my phone out of my back pocket and sent Sameena a text after dropping my location.

She immediately texted back.

You working or getting dick?

Fingers crossed for getting dick.

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

What difference does it make? I’m dropping my location so you know where I am.

If you’re working and I wake up in the morning and you’re still there, then I’m calling the cops and pulling up. If you’re getting dick and I wake up in the morning and you’re still there, I’m sending an Apple Pay for breakfast.

Why the fuck would you send money for breakfast?

If you’re still there in the morning, the dick was top tier. Your ass can’t cook and if the dick is top tier, you’ll both need to refuel.

I burst out laughing.

I can cook.

Rolling eye emoji. Work or dick?

Dick.

Got it. I’ll check your location as soon as I wake up. Ride it strong and long. Make me proud, sis.

Salute.

I locked my phone and took in my surroundings. The space was clean, sparsely decorated, which meant either he was singleor had a woman that didn’t give a shit about anythingbuthis dick. There was no womanly touch visible in this place.

Everything was neat and orderly but there wasn’t anything personal about the space. I frowned briefly, considering this might be a fuck pad, somewhere he brought women after fights to use as he wished and sent them on their way. Shit, what if he fucked me here and went home to a wife and kids?

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