Page 76 of Welcome to the Table
I wanted to tell her that she was, but I’d just keep her guessing. I hopped out and went to open her door. She grabbed the food, and we headed inside. We went in through the door connecting to the house, and she walked around, taking everything in.
“My momma decorated your house, huh?” she asked as I moved our food around to the table and grabbed us some drinks.
“How you figure?”
Jaci rolled her eyes at me. “This shit has her name written all over it from the colors to the furniture.” She continued to walk around, taking everything in.
“Your mother and my Brewster,” I told her.
“Who is that?” Jaci asked me with a raised brow.
“The other lady who owns my heart. She lives on the other side of the building in her own zone. You will meet her soon,” I told her, and studied her face.
I knew she had questions, but she would get to ask them herself once they met.
“Come on, let’s eat.”
She followed me to the dining area, and we chatted about her life in New York and how glad she was to be back home while we ate. We didn’t discuss the shit that happened earlier because it was irrelevant to our moment. After we ate and made small talk, I knew she wanted to take a bath.
“If you wanna shower, you can use my bathroom, and I’ll get some clothes out for you to throw on since you say you spending the night with me,” I told her.
She scrunched her face up.
“I’m not about to put some shit on that one of yo’ hoes already wore. Don’t insult me like that!” she screamed across the table.
I got up quick and was in her face before she could get another word out. I pulled the chair from the table with her in it and grabbed the front of her throat, lifting her from the chair into the air. I brought her face close to mine and gave her a deadly stare.
“Ain’t no other bitch been in my shit. I got shit that I had brought here by one of my hittas because I had plans to take yo’ goofy ass with me anyway. Why the fuck would you wear somebody else’s clothes? Don’t fucking play with me like that.” Icocked my head to the side so she could see the grimace on my face.
Jaci smiled as I let her down on her feet. Then, she stood on her tippy toes and tried to get eye level with me, but failed miserably.
“You ain’t stupid enough to do some shit like that. Now, show me the room.”
I licked my lips because her attitude made my dick jump, but I knew she wasn’t ready for me. I had to slowly break her ass in, then break her down. I would concern myself with her brothers later. This moment was all about her. I grabbed her hand and led her to the second floor. This was my sanctuary, and she was lucky that I was sharing this shit with her.
I pointed to where the shower was and went to get her some towels, a pair of boy shorts, and a crop top that were bought for her. I knew she liked stylish shit, so I had him bring her everything in pink Versace, including her slippers. She was my princess, and she would be treated as such. I had been waiting for this moment for years, and it finally came. Now that I knew I had the green light from Athena, I didn’t give a fuck about what Hollygrove or Calliope had to say. They had other shit to worry about, and Jaci was the least of their worries.
“Umm, can I have some privacy to get dressed?” she said, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. She must have gotten her hair wet because it was in its curly state and flowed down her back. Face bare. Feet manicured. Just all natural, and that shit turned me on like no other.
“Yeah, I’m about to shower. Make yourself at home,” I told her, and walked out of the room.
After taking care of my hygiene, I went downstairs to find Jaci sprawled out on my huge sofa with a glass of wine in her hand, laughing at whatever she was watching on TV. I bypassed her and went to my bar to make myself a strong drink because Iknew this was about to be a long night. I decided on Dussé on the rocks with the blunt I had smoked. I walked around the sofa and plopped down at her feet.
Jaci gave me a look, but I didn’t know what it meant. With a slow roll of her eyes, she looked back at the TV and ignored me. I grabbed her feet, placing them on my lap, and began to massage them. I paused to light my blunt, then reached over to grab my ashtray and set it on the end table. I smoked it and set it down to continue massaging her feet. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“You not gon’ smoke with me? You being stingy with the smoke?” she asked, eyes already low from whatever she was already drinking.
“Nah, you already look like you about to fall asleep, and weed gon’ only make the shit worse, but if you wanna smoke, here.” I picked up the ashtray and gave it to her. She took it, and I finished massaging her feet.
Jaci sat up a little, but her eyes never left the TV. She sat there smoking with her glass in the other hand. She looked at peace, and that was enough for me. After taking a few hits of the blunt, she handed it back to me, and I finished it before putting the roach back in the ashtray and setting it down. She moved closer to me as I massaged her feet, and my hands slowly crept up her legs to her thick ass thighs. She opened her legs so I could massage them. Her head fell back, but her glass never tilted.
“That shit feels so good.” She moaned, making my dick hard.
I tried to control it, but the way her ass and hips filled out those shorts was making it hard. Her hard nipples poked through the shirt she had on, and I was about to lose it. Her legs spread wide, and I could smell her sweet arousal through the fabric.
“You playing in dangerous territory, Jaci. You might wanna stop while you ahead,” I told her, hoping she took the hint.
She looked at me and smiled. “I was in dangerous territory when I was about to kill a bitch behind you, no?” she asked.
