Page 82 of Peep

Jahmar

Anticipation buzzes through me as I hurricane through the sliding doors of Emeralds.

After a few hours of watching me, the police officers disappeared, and the detective never returned. I called Anders, and he casually told me, ‘Not to worry because he’d handled it.’ I swear my cock twitched at the cockiness in his tone.

I have no idea what handling it involves, but my hands are currently out of cuffs, so I’m on cloud nine.

“Femi, hi. Where’s Anders? Can he take a break?” I practically slam into the front desk.

Femi kisses her teeth. “Yes, mi good tanks.”

My cheeks heat from the slight scolding. She reminds me of my mum.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. Let’s start again.”

She raises a disapproving eyebrow at me, although there’s a hint of a smile coming through.

“How are you, Femi? I must say you look sublime today.” I put on my most polite voice, and she rolls her eyes.

“Mi tink him a lock up di swimmin’ pool, now get outta here.” Femi dismisses me with a wave of her hand and a wide smile.

“Fi be yung, dumb, an’ in love,” she says under her breath.

“Thank you,” I call over my shoulder as I power walk to the pool.

I scan the pool area but can’t find him, so I head to the small changing room.

Anders has his headphones in and is belting some screamo shit. Honestly, it would be terrifying if he wasn’t so damn cute.

Once I’m behind him, I snag one of the AirPods. He releases a high-pitched scream.

“Motherfucker!” Anders swings around to glare at me, making me burst into laughter.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Sorry, what was that? You want to suck my dick?”

He shakes his head in a loving yet exasperated way. “I swear one of these days, you’re gonna give me a heart attack. Being in a relationship with you is like being in the fucking Hunger Games.”

That sounds exciting. I’m not sure if that’s a positive or negative; I've never watched the movie, so I just shrug.

He chucks a towel at me, and I catch it right before it hits me in the face.

“Easy, little lion, I thought we were celebrating my freedom.”

He grabs the towel off me and throws it into the laundry basket. I’m not sure why the people who live here aren’t capable of that, but obviously, they think it’s below them. I always pick up my dirty towels because I’m nice like that.

“Wearecelebrating. We’re off the hook.”

“How? They just bought you as my alibi?”

“Something like that,” he mumbles with a knowing smirk.

“Oi, spill the beans.” I step into his space, crowding him against the bench.

“It’s best if I don’t.” The twinkle in his eyes is intoxicating. Leaning in closer, I trail my hand down his chest, flutter over his nipple, then over his navel until I’m cupping his junk.

“Tell me, and I’ll give you the best head of your life.”

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