Page 60 of Devanté
“Shut your arrogant ass up, Jodeci.” A soft laugh fell from my lips.
“I’m just saying…” He stared into my eyes and the intensity flared to life again. “Goddamn, Blake.”
“What?”
“You’re so beautiful. You’ve grown up and I don’t know how, but you got even better. I’m proud of you. You don’t need Devin. Hell, you don’t need me. You want me though.” The arrogance was back but I saw the playful glint in his eyes too.
“I do want you,” I said quietly. I touched the side of his face and he leaned down so close to my lips I could feel the heat from his breath. “To stop being such a conceited dick.” Our laughter dispersed into the air. It was fine mist perfuming a perfect moment.
I didn’t have many perfect moments in my life but sitting there on my bed with Devanté, laughing while we cracked jokes, and he told me how much of an asshole Devin was, couldn’t be more perfect.
Speaking of the damn devil, he couldn’t let the symphony of laughter behind a locked bedroom door carry on for too long without him banging on it like a lunatic. “What the hell is going on in there?” His voice was muffled through the thick wood separating him from my perfect moment.
Go the fuck away…
“Mind your business, Devin,” I called back, rolling my eyes. Devanté strolled over to the door, opened it, and leaned all six-foot-fine of himself against the frame. The swag he possessed was effortless. I could watch him wash dishes and get hot and bothered.
“Yo, I don’t know what your problem is, Devin but I’m up here trying to fix the fuckery you left behind. You mind going downstairs and circle-jerking with your boys or playing video games, or whatever the fuck perpetually twelve-year-olds do?”
A snort escaped me before I could pull it back.
“So, you’re okay with being disrespectful in my face, in our house?” Devin spoke around Devanté directly to me.
“You mean the same disrespectful way you had that purple-headed bitch in my house and bed?” When I was met with silence, I scoffed and crossed my arms across my chest.
“You seriously fucked another woman when you have Blake?” He looked over his shoulder at me and winked. My heart fluttered and my stomach flopped. “Well, let me assure you…I won’t make the same mistake. Ever.” He stepped back and slammed the door in Devin’s face, locking it once more. He walked over to me and sat down, kicking his shoes off.
“Did he really have another woman in your bed?”
“Yup. Found her hairs all over my pillow. By the way, these sheets? Versace. He had some basic bitch shedding on my Versace sheets, Devanté.”
“Burn them. You can have a linen closet full of Versace if you want. You can have whatever you want.” He touched my chin, then his smoldering touch slipped down to my throat caressing all the places he’d kissed before. My skin was molten.
“You know how hard I had to work to get Versace sheets?”
“Pretty fucking hard.” His fingers moved to my collarbones while his dark eyes took in my smooth, russet skin. I was a book of braille. Devanté didn’t need to see the stories inked into my soul. He could feel them.
“Very. High-quality linens was one of my first big-girl purchases when I moved in.” I never wanted for anything growing up with my mother being a former CoverGirl model, but it felt different when I got it on my own without help.
“I had a purchase like that,” he mused, sliding his fingers over to my shoulders, then traveling down the length of my arm. It was becoming hard to concentrate with him doling out feather-light touches that made my most private places go wet with desire.
My throat was tight with hunger.
“What was it?” I managed to ask, forcing words out around the lust clogging my windpipe.
“An Audemars Piguet watch.”
“Damn, Devanté. Your first big purchase and mine were grossly different.”
“I guess,” he shrugged. “I don’t even wear the watch anymore.” He flashed his understated Apple watch at me along with a humble smile that made his deep skin glow.
“I’ll take it off your hands,” I joked.
“It’s yours.” The way he looked at me told me how deep that statement went. It wasn’t relegated to the watch.
“When did you get that?” I touched the gold hoop in his nose. It was small and nestled against his nostril. You’d miss it if you weren’t staring at him like a fucking stalker.
“A few years ago. I wanted to do something fun. Carefree…” When his fingers moved from my arm to my thigh, I felt my breath hiccup.
