Page 31 of Never Want to Love Again

Now, back at the house with a full stomach and floating from the alcohol, I kicked off my sandals at the door, and when I went to take a step, I fell forward. I thought my life was over until a strong pair of hands kept me from the floor.

“You a lil’ tipsy, ain’t it?” Crown snickered, helping me to my feet. His arm brushed against my breasts. His touch made my nipples pebble against the soft fabric.

“Just a little bit. Thanks for catching my clumsy ass.” Embarrassed, I fixed my clothes.

I slowly spun around, and my breathing hitched once I did. Crown was pulling his shirt over his head. His abs, tattoos, and the hairy trail leading down were on full display. My pussythrobbed. She hadn’t been touched in a few weeks; she didn’t know how to act.

“What?” Crown queried. “You need help to the room?”

“Oh, um…no. I…” I was stammering over my words like a fool. “I’m good.”

I left Crown standing in that spot. Either the drinks or he was making my body hot. I mentally noted to slow down on those fruity drinks in the next few days. I’d already embarrassed myself once, and that was one too many. Crown probably was thinking I was a damn nut case by now.

The throbbing feeling between my legs wouldn’t stop as I scurried off to the room. Locking the door behind me, I stripped out of my clothes. I took the longest time in my first shower here. Everything about this townhouse was luxurious.

After my shower, I felt like I was sobering up a bit. Now dressed in a pink and white striped pajama short set with a spaghetti-strapped top, barefooted, I went to retrieve a bottle of water. Crown was in the living room area, hooking up his game system.

“You go on vacation and bring your PS5?” I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Every time,” Crown uttered without turning around. He was focused on hooking the cords up.

Crown was still shirtless and now in ball shorts. I could smell the masculine soap he’d used in the shower lingering in the air. When I went on a tour of this house, the bathroom he used was nice but didn’t have anything on the one in the master bedroom. I was feeling bad again. Crown was spending his hard-earned money on this trip, and I was in the big bed and massive shower.

“When you do get tired, you can have the other side of the bed. You’re paying for all of this so…it’s only right.” I took off toward the kitchen after getting that off my chest. Once I retrieved my water and a few grapes from the refrigerator,instead of going back to the room, I went through the sliding door to sit outside by the pool. I wouldn’t stay outside too long since I’d showered.

My phone rang as soon as I sat down. It was Asia.

“Hey, girl,” I answered as I chewed a green grape.

“How is it?”

“Beautiful. We’re gonna have to make a girl’s trip back here,” I said.

“Mmhmm, on your dime.” I sucked my teeth and laughed. “Where is my favorite rapper?”

“Did you call me to talk to your favorite rapper or me, Asia?” We laughed.

“You, of course, friend, but where is he?”

“On his game,” I replied, eating another grape. They were nice enough to have the kitchen stocked with a variety of fruit.

This time Asia sucked her teeth. “He brought his game when he has a fine ass woman in the Bahamas with him?”

“I am not his entertainment. We did just come from dinner and girl… The drinks will have you on your ass. I was drinking this margarita so fast because it was so fruity…”

“And your ass got tipsy,” Asia finished for me. She giggled. “That drunk sex is the best after makeup sex. You shouldn’t even be on the phone with me. You should be bent over taking back shots.”

“I am not letting that man fuck me, Asia.”

“What, man?” a raspy voice called out.

I jumped at the sound of Crown’s voice. Asia was on speakerphone and was now squealing. This why I shouldn’t even be talking to her ass.

“Uh…” I couldn’t even think fast enough. Crown pulled on his blunt, eyeing me intensely. “Get off my phone, Asia,” I whispered. She giggled as I pressed the red circle to end the call. That’s what I got for having her on speaker, and my backturned to the house where I couldn’t see Crown coming out. “Why would you sneak behind me like that,” I said to save face. “Mosquitos are going to tear you up.”

With smoke in his lungs, he coughed out, “They not gon fuck wit’ me.” He sat down on a lawn chair, facing me. “What nigga you not gon let fuck on you?”

I groaned. “You.”

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