Page 80 of Truce Of The Matter

“Nah but I’ll get to watch you put your oils on, do your hair, and put on your makeup. That’s my favorite part anyway.”

“Just so I’m clear, when you come over, I need to be naked with my face and hair done.”

“Every fucking time,” he says then chuckles. He yawns too; we are both exhausted from the weekend. “What kind of wedding do you want?” he asks.

After lifting my head to see his eyes and very serious face, I ask, “You trying to marry me, Rex Goode?”

“You already know I am. This, you, us, it’s my endgame. Everything that we do leads to forever. I would’ve asked you to marry me that night in the bar but I didn’t want you running from me and I want to do this the right way. I don’t need anybody else but what’s more important is I don’t want nobody else. It’s you and only you,” he professes anddamn.

Not only do I hear his words but I feel them and the abundance of love they hold. It’s him and only him for me. I love him with all of my being and I’m obsessed with the way he loves me in return.

“I don’t want anybody else either.”

“Good because I’m tired of knocking niggas out. I’m just a furniture man now. Boxing is my past.”

“My furniture man. I’ll recline with you any day,” I say, trying to be clever. That shit fails miserably.

“Don’t do that. You’re beautiful, sexy as shit, and have the sweetest pussy but a comedian? Nah. Don’t try that again.” He laughs, making me laugh.

“Well damn. I tried. I should get an E for effort.”

“A lowercase e because that was trash.” He plants a kiss on the top of my head then says, “I want to meet Daija.”

I’m pretty sure my entire body smiles at his words. I want her to meet him too. Her semester ended and she’s been home for two weeks now. She’ll be home all summer then moving into her new apartment in August for her last year of college. She’s been looking and even sent a few prospective places via text for my input. Things between us are good but I’m cautious. She’s still fragile, especially when it comes to Tremayne.

As much as she has my father, a piece of her is longing to connect with Tremayne. From her own admission, she’s not looking for anything deep with him but she would like to at least speak with him and learn something about the other contributor to her genetic makeup. However, because his words were sofinite that day at the restaurant, I know that any contact with him will devastate her. I’m praying she stays away and stops trying to reach out to him but I know her. She’s not. Her stubbornness has no bounds so I want her so occupied this summer that her time is limited.

“I want you to meet her too. You and Aryel. Maybe dinner this week. I’ll cook.”

“Dinner definitely but I don’t want you to cook. I’ll hire a chef and they can handle the food. It’ll be good and you can just chill for the night.”

“I like cooking, especially for people I love.” After reaching across him, I grab a pillow, straddle him, then playfully hold it over his face. “Now tell me who’s this chef cooking? Male or female? And is her food better than mine?” I interrogate with a faux stern tone.

“Why do I feel like my life is in danger if I answer this shit wrong? Don’t tell me you are the jealous type,” he says, a smirk curving his lips.

“Well, I am. Jealous and hella possessive about mine, especially you,” I tease although my words hold a partial truth. Possessive? Yes. Jealous? Not at all. He gives me zero reason to be jealous. It’s very clear that he has eyes for me and only me. “So, tell me the bitch’s name!” I demand while holding my laughter in.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think that far ahead but I’ll make sure she’s toothless and bald headed. Does that work for you?” he asks and my laughter spills out.

“That works.”

“Good, now, can you put the pillow down, killa?” I place the pillow back on the bed then rest my hands on his stomach. His hands trace my thighs then gravitate to my ass. While holding it, he sits up. “I really do like this feisty side of you. That shit is sexy.”

“I only show this side around you. You make it easy for me to be authentically me, all one hundred percent—the good, the bad, and the ugly. I love you so much.”

“I love you more, beautiful. But let’s get this shit straight. There’s no ugly.”

His lips aggressively collide with mine and he kisses me masterfully. My naked body practically melts into his. The obsession I have with him has to be insane but I’ll gladly be crazy for him.How can I not?Pure love, dedication, and trust all wrapped up in a fine ass man I can’t seem to get enough of is something I can even describe or put into words. Breakfast or anything else is the last thing on my mind. I’m craving him. So without breaking our kiss, I reach down and caress his dick. Then I slowly lift and glide him inside.

“Shittt,” I hiss as I ease down on him.

After breakfast, Rex joined me in the shower and blessed me with another orgasm before we checked out of Bella House. I decided to spend some time at my place. For the past two months, I’ve been at his home more than my own and I needed to make an appearance. So I spent the rest of the evening at home, resting for work today.

With my pistachio latte from Brewed Beans in one hand and a dozen cronuts from Seasonal Sweets for the team in my other, I enter the back of the restaurant. Kyron, my new manager, and four of the five scheduled cooks are already in the kitchen. It’s time for his forty-five-day evaluation and I decided to come in early to watch him in action.

“Grand rising!” I greet as I enter.

“Morning, Miss Truce.” Kyron speaks first as he rushes to grab the pastry box.

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