Page 50 of Grown Folks Confessions: Black Lush

“The hell we are!”

“Oh, there’s an idea,” Meeka said gleefully. “I can call my show, ‘Til Jail Do We Part.”

“That sucks,” Layla deadpanned.

Meeka laughed. “I know that look and it means you love it.”

I nodded off listening to Layla and Meeka argue, but I didn’t mind. As crazy as the night—or morning, depending on how you looked at it—had been, all was right in my world right now.

My son was home safe with his mom.

My brothers were oblivious to me getting arrested tonight.

And the woman of my dreams was finally mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.Mine.

epilogue

Grown Folks Confession #18: Turns out life doesn’t get worse with age. It only gets better!

However many weeks later…

Naughty Holiday:

Steak and Blow Job Day

LAYLA

“Layla, shit,” he huffed, running his fingers through his curls. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”

I smiled against his dick knowing the only reason he was asking me such an obvious question was because we’d only gone to bed a couple hours ago after two sessions of straight fucking.

Since the incident with the egg and sperm donor that made up my DNA, Ares and I had moved in together, and I’d turned his place into an official LaLa design.

The last of the custom pieces I ordered from France had arrived last night, including the California king bedframe we were currently sleeping on. And what better way to christen a new bed, than by making it a delicious dick kind of morning.

Half-sleep eyes glanced down at me, his lids so low, I almost missed that ring of fire I loved so much. Cupping his balls, I licked up and down his length, rolling my tongue over the tip, before I took him so far back in my throat, I gagged a little.

Ares bucked his hips.

He loved when I choked on his shit.

And that was precisely what sent his ass into a spasm, his cum squirting into my mouth faster than I could catch it all. I was barely swallowing the last of it when our doorbell rang.

“Fuck,” Ares uttered, pulling up our security camera on his phone. “It’s Audrea.”

“I thought she was going to call before she got here?”

Ares frowned. “She did. I have several missed calls.”

“Crap.” I unlocked my phone. “She called me, too.”

Audrea and I weren’t exactly friends, but we were friendly with each other. While my career was taking off in interior design, and next month I would be a participant in another Netflix reality show, only this time, it was an all-stars competition, Audrea was doing her thang, too. She’d not only landed another role in a movie, but it was the role she’d been hoping for.

I was proud of her, and I’d said as much when we dropped off Ajax a few days ago. All in all, life was looking pretty damn good lately and no one was more surprised than I was.

Had I asked twelve-year-old Layla what she was looking the most forward to as an adult, hands down she would have said something about being rich and having a great career. While I still valued my career and considered myself lucky to do what I love, I often wondered if the reason I never thought about having a loving family or the husband of my dreams back then is because I felt …unlovable.

However, Ares had obliterated all those doubts, proving to me that love is about much more than saying the word. It’s in your actions, and he’d been proving his love to me since the day he brought me that ice cream cone.

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