Page 31 of Hood Legacy

“Little musty, I have a full bathroom in my office,” he chuckled. We walked out of the gym and turned to head toward his office.

“I’m not musty,” I laughed, and his face twisted. “Aceyn!”

“Alright, you aren’t musty, but you are funky,” he replied, and I kissed my teeth in annoyance. “But it’s cool cuz that means you were working out and not trying to be cute and half-ass that shit.”

“Never,” I laughed. We entered his office, and he threw my bag and phone on his desk and then kicked the door closed. I heard the faint sound of the lock engaging just as he let me go.

“The bathroom is through that door.” He pointed to a door in the corner of his office, and I nodded. “It's some body wash and towels on the counter waiting for you.”

“Oh, you had this planned out, huh?” I crossed my arms over my chest and smirked. “You just knew I was coming in here with you.”

“You didn’t have a choice,” he said as he rounded his desk. “I would’ve picked your fine ass up and brought you in here if I had to.” He sat in his chair, opened his computer, and looked at me. “I’m glad you didn’t make me show out.”

“Easy or hard way, huh?” I laughed as I walked to the bathroom.

“I’m glad you’re learning,” he replied.

I entered the bathroom to find soap, body wash, clothes, lotion, and other things from my locker. I turned on the shower, removed my clothes, and got in. The water was hot, and the shower was big enough to fit four people. After I handled my hygiene, I got out, dried off, put on lotion and dressed in a pair of mom jeans and a WNBA shirt.

“Nah, Pop, I’ll come by now,” I heard Aceyn say as I walked out of the bathroom. I walked over to his desk and grabbed my bag and phone to ensure I hadn’t missed calls or texts. “Yeah, Point Guard and I are coming now.” He sat back in his seat and beckoned me over with his head. I rounded his desk, and he pushed his chair back to have me sit on his lap. “Nah, it's cool. I’ll see you in a few.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his forehead on my chest. My hands touched his hair, and I racked my nails through his waves. “Alright, man, love you, too.”

“You okay?” I asked after he hung up.

“Yeah,” he sighed, but I could tell he wasn’t. “Before we go home, I need to stop by my pop house. You cool with that?”

“Yeah,” I hesitantly answered.

Aceyn chuckled and shook his head. “Point Guard, what are you lying for?” He grilled me for a few seconds before lifting his brow in question.

“I’ve never met anyone’s parents before,” I answered, and he nodded. “Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “My pop cool as fuck, you’re going to love him.”

“Okay,” I said.

He patted my thigh, and I got up from his lap. “As much as I love you sitting on my shit and feeling your pussy getting hot, we gotta go, or I’ma have you spread out on my desk.” He towered over me but not in an imposing way. I felt protected whenever I was with Aceyn. I felt my nipples harden under my bra, and his eyes went straight to them. “Point Guard, you know you're fine, right?”

“You’ve told me a few times,” I said, nodding.

“I’ma tell you for the rest of our lives.” He licked his lips and then lowered his head to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me. Kissing him was becoming addictive as hell. His breath was minty and cool, but the heat coming from his body was almost overwhelming.

“I have to get used to that,” I said once we pulled apart.

“Of what?” he questioned as he stepped back and turned his attention to his computer. Quickly, Aceyn shut down his laptop and straightened up his desk. After he was done, he grabbed my hand, interlaced our fingers, and picked up my bag. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Huh?” We walked out of his office and headed to the garage.

“What do you have to get used to?”

“The things you say,” I answered.

He stopped walking and stared down at me. “I’m a grown ass man, Point Guard, and as a grown ass man, I believe in saying shit that I know is true. I let you walk around for a year and didn’t claim you. Don’t get me wrong, niggas knew who you belonged to, but you didn’t. That was my fuck up. So, now I’m declaring that shit every chance I get until you understand that I got plans for us.” He tapped my temple, then my heart. “I got your attention but now I want what’s in here. It’s that simple.” He kissed me again with as much passion as he had in his office. “Now, let's go so you can meet my pops, and I have to threaten his life for flirting with my woman.”

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“Yeah, son, you did right,” Aceyn’s daddy said as soon as he opened the front door to his home. His eyes roamed over me quickly before he turned to his son and smiled. “I taught your ass something, huh?”

“Man, Pop, chill out before I show you what else you taught me,” Aceyn laughed and shook his head. “Move your ass out of my way.”

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