Page 27 of Another Constant

“But didn’t you say you might be able to make it back here?”

He grinned. “Yes or no, Harlem.”

“Yes, now can you please let me know if you’re not able to make it?”

“Nah, I’ma make it.” The smile on his face was so bright it drowned out my discontent with him leaving.

I walked him to the door. Once he was gone, I checked on the dogs then found my way back on the couch. I just lay there, mind racing a mile a minute. Hell yeah I wanted that man to come back and taste it. Shit, he looked like he could devour some shit…hopefully my shit.

I didn’t know when I fell asleep, but it felt like a blink. Like as soon as I closed my eyes I heard my phone ringing. It was loud too, because of course I didn’t put it on do not disturb or silent. When I glanced down it wasn’t Kinga or Caya but Zax. I glared at the time, pissed, before I answered. Who called someone at eleven at night, especially if the call wasn’t expected? Who was I kidding? My ass was just mad it wasn’t Kinga, but according to my phone he’d left over two hours ago.

“Yes.”

“Har, it’s been long enough. I need some direction here. I need you to tell me wh—” His voice was slurred, letting me know he’d been drinking. Singing followed… Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” had seen better days.

I set the phone down and sat up. Damn, I was looking forward to Kinga coming back. Then I remembered he’d brought cake. At least if I didn’t have him right now I could have cake. I moved into the kitchen with my phone in hand on speaker while Zax now sang his apologies to me. This wasn’t a normal thing, but the man got drunk enough for me to know not to hang up, because he would blow down my line.

I was seconds from digging into the slice of caramel cake I’d cut when my doorbell rang. I looked around before grabbing the knife in my hand and moving toward the door.

When I reached it, I peeked through the glass. My eyes feasted on Kinga. Shit, he was back…shit, he was back.My nerves went haywire, but hell yeah I opened the door.

“I just hit your line twice.”

“My bad, I was jus—” I couldn’t even finish my statement. The man pulled me against him and stuck his tongue down my throat. I welcomed it…shit, I welcomed him.

No words, no anything, I was in his arms and he was carrying me through my house like he knew where he was going.

“Wait, I was about to get a piece of cake.” I giggled when he buried his face in my neck.

We took a pitstop in the kitchen. He sat me right next to my phone and the cake.

“You don’t get that I need you, Harlem. I need you in my life so fucking bad that I can’t let you go.” Zax's voice filled the kitchen, alerting me that he was still on the phone.

Kinga’s expression tightened. “The fuck is?—”

“He’s drunk. Doesn’t do it often, but if I hang up he’ll blow me up,” I explained, knowing this seemed weird.

“You still got feelings for that nigga?”

“No. If I did you wouldn’t be here and he wouldn’t be on this phone.”

He just looked at me for a moment. “Then hang up and block him.”

“I don’t block people. Because what if it’s an emergency? What if?—”

“His emergency ain’t your fucking problem, not no more.” There was no amusement in his eyes. He was serious. I shocked myself when I reached for the phone and hung up. Then I blocked Zax, something I knew would drive him to show up to my shop at some point. Right now I didn’t care.

“Good, now eat this fucking cake so I can eat you.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. Shit, he stood his big ass between my legs, watching me eat the cake with his hands resting on my thighs. He wasn’t rushing me, but yeah, he was rushing me.

Chapter7

Kinga

Watching Harlem eat that cake had me wanting to feed that shit to her. She was probably eating that shit so slow to fuck with me because I took so long to come back.Fine ass.

“This is so good,” she complimented, holding the fork to my lips for me to accept like I hadn’t tasted it already. I accepted, because at least I was getting that shit out of the way.

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