Page 25 of Somebody Else Will

“I get all that, baby. I have a demanding career at times as well. Does this mean you’re giving me a chance to prove just how right for each other we are?”

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “I guess I am.”

I kissed her lips tenderly. “I promise you won’t regret it. When one man won’t, there’s always somebody else who will. I’m him.”

She gave me a one-sided smile, then lifted her hips and slid down my awaiting dick. “Mmmm, yeah, baby. This shit so fucking good,” I said to her.

“It really… is. Oh shit!”

She squirted all over me. I couldn’t contain the savage in me any longer. I flipped her to the couch and reentered her, giving her the dick she craved. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled my face to hers and kissed me hungrily. A chill went up my spine as I indulged in what I already knew would be my favorite pastime. While I knew we had more to talk about, I couldn’t concern myself with that right now.

My focus was on her having multiple orgasms and being so spent until she had to stay until it was time for her to get onthe road. I didn’t tell her whether I was going to Beaumont or not, but hopefully my presence would do her some good. I had a feeling her ex-nigga would be sniffing around, trying to cause unnecessary problems, disguising it as concern. That wouldn’t go down on my watch.

When I got backinto the van after helping my grandmother get her things inside of her house, Jamia and Jerzey were staring at me. I knew their assesbeenhad something to say, since I got back to the room this morning, but they wanted to be respectful toward my grandmother. As soon as I closed the door, Jamia went in.

“He must have put that shit downright!”

They fell out laughing as my face heated up. “She came in the room this morning with a big ass smile and glowing and shit,” Jerzey added, sounding like Regina King in the movieHow Stella Got Her Groove Back.

“Oh, and don’t leave out breakfast! She couldn’t keep her eyes off his ass. Going into dazes, having wet dreams while she was awake! I’m sure Grandma knows about all the nasty shit they probably did last night and this morning!”

They fell out laughing again. “Y’alldoknow that I’m right here,” I said and rolled my eyes.

Ezekiel and I had an amazing time together. We took a shower, and he bent me over the bench in there and fucked me like it would be the last time. He wanted to pick me up, but I said a swift hell no. I needed to be sure he could truly handle me before I let him try to handle me while I was wet and slippery. I orgasmed so many times I lost count. I barely remembered sleeping at all. It seemed his dick was in me the entire time I was there. His drive far surpassed mine. I assumed after the second round, we would be done, and he would take me back to the hotel room. Not the case.

We didn’t get there until eight this morning, and he insisted on taking all of us to breakfast at The Breakfast Klub. My grandmother and these two fools were giggling and googly-eyed the entire time. I was so embarrassed at first. Ezekiel had grabbed my hand and pulled me into his world of ‘I don’t give a fuck.’ Their antics didn’t bother him in the least. I found, the longer I was around him, the more unbothered I became too.

“So, what’s up, boss lady? Y’all a couple?” Jerzey asked.

“Yes.”

They started screaming in excitement as I slowly shook my head. “The two of you need mental help.”

“On a serious note, Nishia, I’m so happy for you. I was hoping you would see just how genuine he seemed. Hell, he gotta be better than Will’s ass. You deserve him, plus more. You are worthy of all good things. Don’t ever forget that. The glow that I see on you right now is something I haven’t seen in a long time. It’s not even the same as the glow you get when talking about flowers. This is different, and I love that for you, sis.”

I glanced over at Jamia as she grabbed my hand. “Thanks, Mia,” I said somewhat softly. “He is such a gentleman… and a fucking savage.”

They died in laughter, Jerzey nearly falling out of her seat. I had to chuckle at their foolishness. I was happy, despite what was looming over me. Mama’s funeral was tomorrow, and the closer it got, the more nervous I got. I wanted to have the casket closed, but my grandmother had begged to leave it open for a while. She wanted to see her baby. I couldn’t deny her that. However, I didn’t want to remember my mama that way. I didn’t want the lasting memory of her lying in the casket.

“Hey, Nishia. Keep your mind on Ezekiel. I can see you’ve gone somewhere else,” Jamia said as I turned into the parking lot.

I took a deep breath and nodded. Ezekiel Wheeler was mine. How crazy was that? Denishia Boswell was dating a movie star.Who the fuck knew?A slight smile made its way to my lips, and Jamia said, “That’s it right there.”

I smiled at her, then parked so we could unload this van and go home. I was tired as hell. I would probably sleep until tomorrow morning. The family car would be picking us up from my grandmother’s house. After unlocking the door of the floral shop and heading inside to open the storage room, I saw a car pull up to the curb in front. It had to be someone that didn’t know our business hours. If they did, they would know that we were closed on Sundays.

When I saw Will get out of the car, I quickly made my way to the back. “Y’all get inside quick and lock the door.”

Jamia ran inside with the tripod she was holding, and Jerzey locked the door behind them as I heard Will knocking on the door. I couldn’t understand why he was so hell-bent on talking to me now. I’d blocked him from calling, so I supposed he thought this was the best way to get ahold of me.

Once inside, I could hear him banging on the front door. “Jerzey, call the police.”

She nodded nervously as I headed toward the front so he could see me inside and stop banging on my glass door. I was so sick of his ass. He flipped the script on me, and now, for whatever reason sounded good to him, I was supposed to hear him out. This nigga had embarrassed me at my place of business and stole my fucking car. What he thought we needed to talk about was beyond me.

When he saw me, he started yelling. “Denishia, please! I need to be there for you. I’m so sorry about your mom.”

I just stared at him. The other day, he had me feeling sensitive as hell, but now that Ezekiel had tended to my needs in the most pleasing way possible, I literally had nothing for Will. When I didn’t respond to him, he started banging on the glass, and I knew that was to try to get a reaction out of me. I casually walked closer to the door.

“If you break my door, I hope the glass cuts your fucking hands off. There is nothing for us to talk about, Will. You did what you did, now you have to live with the consequences. I’m not gon’ be going back and forth with your ass. You can either leave me alone and go on with your life or suffer the consequences of fucking with me. I’m tired of this shit. I have enough on my plate, and I refuse to add you and your bullshit to it.”

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