Page 42 of Taeja

Zain sighed before standing. He went downstairs, pausing outside the door of his gym. It wasn’t big and fancy like Damon’s, but it was a great stress reliever.

He decided against working out. If it wasn’t Jerry’s face, he doubted he’d rid any of this tension.

So, he decided to head to cook. It was minutes after twelve now. Maybe Taeja was hungry after all she went through. He hoped she liked chicken tacos.

He went to his kitchen and cooked up a storm. Cooking was a hobby he picked up when he was younger. If Damon never sneaked and gave him treats Andrew made, Zain would’ve missed out on a lot of stuff. The hobby helped him a lot when he was in the army, traveling and being exposed to different cultures.

Minutes later, Damon strolled into the kitchen. Zain turned off the stove and gave his brother a pressing stare.

“She’s okay for now,” Damon said. “Did she tell you what exactly happened?”

Zain raised a brow. He thought that was what they were up there doing for the past thirty minutes. “She didn’t tell you?” he asked, and Damon shook his head. Zain looked away, unsure of what to say. Usually, they’d share everything about their girlfriend so they could keep her happy. But Taeja was a tricky case. He wasn’t sure if she’d like it if he shared something hard for her to talk about, so he gave a vague answer. “Some shit with her dad.”

“That had her crying in my arms until she finally fell asleep?”

Zain met his brother’s stare and held it for a few seconds. “Yeah.”

Knowing that look all too well, Damon looked from Zain to the pot. “I see… Well, I’ll wait until she wants to talk to me about it. Is it something I need to worry about?”

“Not right now.”

“Okay.” Damon walked toward the stove and licked his lips. Inhaling a deep waft of the mouthwatering aroma, he smiled. “Thank God one of us can cook.”

Zain rolled his eyes and pushed away Damon with his elbow. “Fuck off. This is for our girl.” He made sure to cook a lot. Most of the food he made this morning was gone, so he figured she was a big eater.

“You made enough to feed a horse,” Damon said, helping himself to four tacos. Then, he sat on a stool around the island. Flipping through pages of a cook book idling on the counter, he asked, “Did you have sex with her this morning?”

Zain froze. Images of Taeja naked and kneeling before him rushed to his mind, making his dick harden in his pants.

He liked that Taeja. The Taeja who, beneath all the sexual boldness and witty comebacks, was a woman eager to submit.

“No,” Zain said finally.

Damon paused bringing the taco to his mouth. His brow raised as he looked at Zain. “No? Then why’d you take that long to shower?” he asked, and Zain’s brows crinkled. Damon rolled his eyes. “You’ve been taking three-minute showers since you joined the army. That lie might have worked on Mom, but not me. Were youbeating your dick or something?”

That was exactly what he’d been doing.

He visualized every memory he had of Taeja while stroking his dick with fervor.

How her tongue swirled around his tip. How warm her throat felt. How tight her pussy wrapped around his fingers. How sweet her moans were.

Zain shook his head to get rid of the memories. Now was a bad time to be thinking like this. He glared at Damon and changed the topic. “Mom walked in on us.”

Damon gasped. “No way.” He laughed as Zain’s face blanked. “I wish I could’ve seen the look on her face,” he said, and Zain scoffed. “You know she’s going to send us a bill, right?”

“Us? I’m the one she’s going to send it to,” Zain stated bitterly.

Their mother tended to send them a bill whenever she heard them having sex or stumbled in on the action. It happened a lot when they were in high school, but their mother never billed them or confronted them about it, minus the time she sat them down to have the safe sex talk Andrew had already given them.

It wasn’t that they didn’t respect her. Because they did. They just didn’t care to hide their sexual escapades.

“You’re Mr. Rich now, so I don’t know why you’re sulking,” Damon said.

“I’m not sulking. I just don’t get why I have to pay her when she’s the one who didn’t knock,” Zain countered.

“You know how our mother is…” Damon shrugged. “Anyway, I was thinking of asking Liza to buy clothes for our girl.”

Zain froze. Recovering quickly, he turned his back to Damon and forced down memories as he started to wash the utensils in the sink. “Liza?”

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