Page 61 of Trust Issues
“That felt different,” she said, flopping over in bed. I laid beside her and tucked my hands behind my head.
“I mean, I’ve been drinking pineapple juice for you so…”
“No, you dick head. Not your cum. The entire experience,” she laughed and it brightened up the room even though the moon was out.
“It did. So what does that mean?” I asked her.
“Ugh, I hate that question in all of its forms, Max.”
“So do I but it’s inevitable that it come up. You know that.” I tapped the tip of her nose and she snuggled closer to me.
“I need liquor. Can I send Barkley across the hall to get my Patron?”
“No. Deal with this shit sober. You think I like what’s happening?”
“Yeah. The way you ate my pussy tells me you love what’s happening.” I couldn’t argue with that logic. All I could do was smile at her and shrug my shoulders. “See, then you want to go and smile like that. What is happening to me?” She whined with her face in her hands.
“I think,” I said moving her hands so I could look into her eyes. “We really like each other.”
“I think you’re right. I also think that at this point, if I were to see you bring home any of your little insta-thots I’d take everyone’s head off. So I’m going to go ahead and claim you.” She slipped her hand under the sheet and grabbed my dick. “I’m claimingyoutoo.”
“So what you’re telling me is you want me to be your man? I need you to use your manners, Kyle.” I grabbed her by the throat and she grinned at me like a little kid with candy. I loved that look. It was a look that said she would fuck the soul from my body and I believed everything that look told me.
“Maxwell, will you be my man?” I thought about the way I’d been hurt in the past and then I thought about the way Kyle made me feel. Even on her best day, my ex-fiance didn’t make me laugh the way Kyle did. She didn’t get me on the level Kyle did and she damn sure didn’t wear a sundress like Kyle did.
I was going to have to rescind my vow to never get into another relationship because I realized that I could never leave Kyle alone.
She understood me.
That was rare.
“Yeah, Kyla. I’ll be your man.”
It was sealed after that. There was no turning back. I belonged to her and she definitely belonged to me.
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KYLA
Once Max and I decided to make it official after we both poured our hearts out to each other, I sent Naima a text and told her not to wait up. I spent the night withmy man.
Saying that shit in my head and out loud still sounded weird.
I told Max that as long as we still traded insults back and forth like we always did, I’d be fine. He agreed like I knew he would.
“I don’t want to go into the office today,” I whined. I was tucked under Max’s strong arm while he held me in bed. I’d never felt so safe before. It was foreign to me.
“The sooner we go to work, the sooner we’ll get off. I mean that in more ways than one.” He tugged on my hair and I giggled. I’d been doing that a lot. Giggling wasn’t usually my thing but neither was sleeping with men before I got in a relationship with them. I seemed to be breaking my own rules all over the place.
“Can you do me a favor today, Kyle?” I sat up in bed to look at Max. Staring into his eyes was almost as good as the first cup of coffee in the morning.
“What’s that?” I asked, pulling my locs into a high ponytail.
“Go to work like that. Go to work with your hair out, looking like a fucking goddess. Go to work the way I see you through my eyes every day.”
I was taken aback by his words. “You think I look like a goddess?” I mean I did but I was fine with being the only one who thought that.
“Yeah. I do. Your hair is your crown. Go in there and rock that shit. Toss the wig out.”
