Page 22 of Cove City: Volume II
Back and forth. Roll of the hips.
He palmed my breast with one hand as he lifted and wrapped his arm around my waist with the other, to pull me closer andclose up any space we had. “Best, shit. I’ve missed the feeling of you,” he groaned.
I couldn’t believe I had come to the point of giving myself to him, but it was bound to happen, and I was grown and doing grown things. I didn’t want to feel bad for it either. I didn’t want to feel bad for having sex with a man that my center was so familiar with.
Back and forth. Roll of the hips.
He sucked on my neck, then nipples, and I was losing it,“God!”I cried. “Naheem, my goodness. Why?” I whimpered.
Tears rolled down my face as I relived every single flashback of Naheem and me, until the day he asked me to be his wife. My body began to move harder as his grip became tighter. My face swiveled on the side of his as my center slurped him up.
“My sweet Bunny,” he moaned, “I love you so much.”
I glanced down at Naheem, whose red eyes met mine. I gripped his face as he gripped my hair and kissed him.
Back and forth. Roll of the hips.
I kissed him so sweetly.
Back and forth. Roll of the hips.
So tenderly that I could feel the love he had for me, but also the pain and the anger.
Back and forth. Roll of the hips.
My legs tensed up, and my center tingled. Naheem gripped me tightly. Both our mouths opened together, letting out a pleasurable love call. Once we were done, I rolled over, allowing my body to soak into his silk sheets. I glanced around at Naheem’s palace of a bedroom. I knew if I wanted this life, I could have it, but was it worth it? We lay in the bed for a minute before I decided to do what I had come here for.
A laugh escaped me. Naheem turned on his side as those chocolate fingertips stroked my arm. “What’s so funny, Bunny?” he asked sweetly.
The laugh got louder, then became a sob. “I was pregnant,” I blurted.
I could see Naheem lift. “Is—”
“No,” I sniffed. “When you walked away, I knew I couldn’t keep it. So, I got rid of it. Naheem, I was hurting so bad. I was so angry when you told me you got with Angela, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.”
When his lips kissed my shoulder, I closed my eyes. “I hated you. I hated you so much. I know it was selfish of me, but I knew she wasn’t the woman for you. Then,” I paused. “I started doing that story on your father, and when I realized Birdie was sleeping with him, I knew then it could no longer be you and me, even if we tried.”
His head shot up, “Wait, you knew?” he asked.
I threw my hands up, “Of course I did. I know a lot about you and your family. I know that your father had become upset with Clark for building Lake Hill. I know that although he was behind the drugs, he also gave to his community, and the money endorsed to Clark was truly used to build a city that divided the rich and poor. I know that Clark had taken so much from Parkside Cove, which led the people to believe that your father was the bad guy. The city was becoming poorer, while Lake Hill was only for the rich. I know that Grace was the reason for Angela being locked up. I know that Bishop and Tavaris are twins, Naheem. I know you killed your father, you killed Ishmael, and I know you killed Angela,” I told him.
Naheem’s surprised face stared at me. “Why didn’t you ever turn me in if you know so much?”
“Because that little piece of me that still loved you wouldn’t let me. I need you to release my son. Naheem, I don’t want him involved in your shit. He’s done enough.”
He began chuckling. “Your son chose to work for me. Best don’t blame that on me.”
I sat up. “Did he? You have hated Pierre for years. All he was trying to do was fit in, and you knew that. You hate him because you could not have me. I said I want you to release him.No more!” I shouted. “If you love me, you will grant me this.”
“I remember begging you to do the same thing, but you insisted on doing that article.”
“Nah—”
He got out of bed and snatched his robe. He turned toward me and barked so loud it scared me. “I said nogoddamnit!”
I snatched the silk sheet and wrapped it around me. I got out of bed, running over toward him. “Don’t yell at me!” I shouted back. “Please!I cannot sleep at night knowing he’s out there doing God knows what for you, and Tuesday, she’s just doing her job.”
His face turned evil. “So that’s what this is, Best? You come to my house and give me some pussy to save your son and the reporter bitch?”
