Page 73 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

My baby had this goofy ass smile on her face as she looked up at me and then kissed me. “Mitchell.”

“Wanda.” I kissed her lips back, as she pulled me onto her.

I rested my head on her chest, as she held me as best as she could, rubbing my beard as my eyes became heavy. Her heartbeat was slow and smooth as it played against my ear. Her smell, warm and inviting – like her spirit.

I’ve always felt safe, and I paid a lot of money and knew how to protect myself to assure that I was safe. However, I had never felt safe and warm like she had described in a woman’s arms. Even as I dozed off, I listened to her humming the tune to whatever was playing while she continued to stroke my beard.

Stevie

My bladder feltlike it was going to burst into pieces, and I couldn’t move. Maverick was sleeping too peacefully. Every time he moved, he made sure he remained on me, kissing my chest, before he went back into a deep sleep.

Staring down into his face, I appreciated his long lashes and his own small specks of freckles. You didn’t notice them because who the hell wanted to be up close to him? Menace Caselli was scary.

Not Maverick though.

Maverick Caselli tracked down Tony, whipped his ass and made him apologize to me because I shared my story with him. It was Maverick who turned his pool house into an art studio for me because he knew I loved to paint.

His alarm had gone off three times and I silenced it each time because he was so peaceful. There was no telling the last time that he had slept like this. Since I had been here, he was up every morning like clockwork going downstairs to work out before having his smoothie. He was so rooted in regimen, and I understood that was because of his OCD.

Maverick liked control and being that certain things in his life happened that he didn’t have control over, he wanted toget that control back. I wish he knew no matter how much he tried to control something; life was going to happen, and certain things were out of your control.

Shortly after his alarm went off, the soft knock made me turn my attention from this man on me, to where Greene was sneaking into the room. “Finally stopped giving him the silent treatment?” She snickered.

“Purple, the fuck you want?” Maverick’s rough voice vibrated against my chest as his eyes remained closed.

“Kora is on the phone… she said she called you and you didn’t answer.”

Greene grabbed the house phone and handed it to him, as he pressed the button, putting it onto speaker. “Yeah.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah… I’m always good.”

She paused. “Maverick don’t do that to me. You always answer the phone for me… I got worried.”

“Not going anywhere, K… what you need?”

“I have to pee,” I whispered while trying to slide out of the bed.

He pulled me back. “Wonder, you hate me?”

“What? No… why would you say that?”

“’Cause you trying to mess up my comfort,” he grumbled, as he lifted up and allowed me to slip out of the bed.

“Wait… is she in your bed with you?” His sister sounded too thrilled.

“K, don’t sta?—”

“Hi Stevie!” she greeted on the phone.

“Hi Kora,” I smiled.

I mouthed that I was going to pee, and tip toed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The minute the door was closed, I did a low squeal and danced while thinking about what that man did to me last night.

His eyes always appeared lower because of his long lashes, and as he slurped me like my favorite milkshake, he kept eye contact with me. He was so intense, and the look on his face turned me on even more.

On the way to the bathroom, I had swiped my phone off the nightstand. Rushing into the water closet, I closed the door and sat on the toilet to relieve my bladder while hitting Skyler’s name in my contacts.

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