Page 24 of The CEO's Christmas Wife

“How so?”

“He never was happy with my presence when I moved in here. Chauncey was the middle child and the youngest brother. He was cool with that until I came, and I was the youngest of the boys. There were a lot of things I was going through at the time,so my aunt and uncle felt the need to pour time and energy into me. Chauncey resented that fact.

“There was a girl at school that Chauncey had the biggest crush on. I had no idea about it, but shorty was showing me a lot of love. I got with her, kicked it, and we started something. Everything was good and we had been spending a lot of time together. Things became intimate between us, and she started playing me close. That wasn’t a problem for me. I decided to make her my girl.

“I was a young nigga out there in the streets wildin.’ But I didn’t mind having someone who had my back and someone I could trust and share shit with. Dominique became that for me. That was from sophomore through junior year. Spring break of junior year, I went to stay with my father for a week. It was one of the rare times he wanted to play daddy, but later I found out that shit was all for show. He was trying to impress some honey by playing the ‘good daddy role.’

“When I came back, people were acting strange and shit. My boy Payne was the one who told me they’d been fucking around behind my back while I was gone. I confronted Chauncey first because I didn’t believe my cousin would do some bitch ass shit to me like that. He said yeah, he’d fucked her, but it was all because she was supposed to be his girl first. We fought, Byron broke us up, and that’s when I learned his little ass had been crushing on her. I never would’ve fucked with the girl if I’d known that from the rip. I told him that, and he didn’t believe me.”

“What happened with her?”

“I cut her ass loose and told her not to speak to me anymore.”

“So, the tension between you two is over some woman, and it doesn’t help that he’s always in my face, huh?”

“The tension is because he’s a jealous asshole. As for him being in your face, . . . it’s disrespectful as fuck when he knows the beef we’ve got between us, and you being my pretend wife.”

She turned and looked at me.

“Pretend or not, he doesn’t know, and you’re right. It is disrespectful. I’ve said something to him about keeping his hands to himself too. And if it’s any consolation, I’m not attracted to him.”

I nodded and watched as she turned back to the mirror. We remained in silence for a while, and I watched as she struggled to put her hair up in a bun.

“You want some help with that?”

“Sure.”

I moved behind her and inhaled the fragrance of her honey-scented bodywash. I gripped her hair in my hands and lifted it high. Some of it slipped through my fingers, and I found myself pulling my fingers through the strands to gather it again.

I massaged her scalp, and she dropped her head back. In the mirror, I could see that she had closed her eyes. She moaned, and I massaged it some more.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

Her eyes flew open, and she stared at me in the mirror.

“I’m sorry.” I apologized.

“Don’t be.”

I pulled my fingers from her hair and drew the backs of my fingers down the side of her face. She closed her eyes and pressed her cheek against my fingers. I moved my other hand around to the front of her neck and wrapped my hand around the base of her throat.

With my thumb, I drew circles slowly and then pressed into the center of her neck. She gasped and moaned some more. My dick jerked and pressed against her ass. Kandi rocked back into me and rolled her hips sensually.

When I gripped her hip, she spun around and stared into my eyes. She looped her arms around my neck and whispered, “Kayn.”

I gripped the back of her neck, leaned down, and brushed my lips against hers.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please, what?”

My voice came out gruffer than I intended.

“Please me.”

She didn’t have to say shit else. It seemed that our thoughts were aligned, and our bodies were on the same accord. I lifted her onto the counter. Tight nipples pebbled against her nightshirt, and I felt her moist heat when I stood between her thighs. My dick felt her, too, because he definitely reacted.

Her arms went around my neck, and my hands rested on her lower back. I bit her bottom lip, and she moaned loudly before she opened her mouth to me. Our kiss wasn’t sweet, nor was it slow, but it was fast, desperate, and pleading. It was the release of the tension that had been quietly building between us with every furtive glance, every greeting, and every time we were in the same room over the last several months.

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