Page 10 of Her Pisces Allure
“See if what’s between us is worth saying fuck the consequences when shit hits the fan.” My chest beats wildly the longer I stare into Fayth’s hypnotizing brown eyes.
Fuck! I love this woman, Roman be damned.
“Can we take it slow? I am willing to move forward if we can do that and in secret. I know you said no eggshells, but can you please do this for me?”
Lowering my head, I kiss her, causing my heart rate to increase as I forget everything but the opportunity to explore Fayth’s lips. At this moment, I know there’s nothing I won’t do for Fayth, including agreeing to be her secret.
“Sunshine, are you up here?” Roman’s voice is like a bucket of cold water, causing Fayth to still in my arms.
Disconnecting our lips, I stare into Fayth’s weary eyes, silently communicating for her to be cool because I got her.
“Where the hell is she? Her fucking SUV is still outside,” Roman rants before his retreating footsteps sound.
“I know we gotta get back, but to answer your question . . . for now. Hiding like a scared little boy isn’t in my wheelhouse, but I’m gonna acquiesce for you and for now.”
My heart skips a beat when Fayth’s eyes twinkle with merriment, and she nods, causing me to peck her lips twice before releasing her from my embrace.
“Thank you.”
“I’ll hit you up later with details of our first date. In the meantime, let’s get out of here before your cockblocking ass brother comes back.”
While I agreed to slowly develop something with Fayth, I haven’t had an opportunity to go through with making plans. Work has been busy, and I’ve had to work more hours due to a few kitchen staff quitting. The timing is off because I genuinely want to explore things with Fayth but haven’t been able to. The unexpected diversion has forced me to avoid dealing with my resistance to being a woman’s secret. Ordinarily, I’m a manwho doesn’t believe in compromising himself to this magnitude. However, getting a chance to see if there’s something real and tangible with Fayth has me surrendering to what she needs.
Another thing is Roman has been popping up at my crib and the restaurant as if he has a sixth sense. Like now, I was ready to text Fayth, but Roman just popped up.
“How do you deal with Devvon being married and shit, bro? I’m struggling with the thought of some nigga swooping in and moving me out of my position with Sunshine.”
This nigga.While I understand Roman having to step in and help with Fayth after their mother left their father, this is ridiculous. Roman has to know that his sister isn’t a little girl anymore. Besides, I’m the nigga with plans to push him out of the way.
“Remind me again . . . How old is Fayth?”
“Thirty-one. Why?” Roman frowns.
A low chuckle escapes my mouth at Roman not seeing the error of his overbearing ways. The vibrating of my phone prevents me from responding temporarily as I fight the goofy grin upon seeing Fayth’s secret name with an incoming text.
Peaches & Cream:
I was just thinking about you. I hope you’re having a good day. *winking emoji*
Giving Fayth this moniker had been my attempt at thinking of something inconspicuous if Roman was ever near my phone. Remembering the taste of Fayth’s nectar is what led me to change her contact name to this one.
Me:
Sitting here with my best friend. I’ll hit you back.
Peaches & Cream:
Okay.
Returning my attention to Roman, who’s drinking his beer while staring at the TV, I finally answer his question from a little bit ago.
“At some point, you’re gonna have to realize that you can’t keep Fayth under your thumb forever. She’s not a child that needs your protection or your guidance. Loose your hold, man.”
A grimace slides into place, causing another chuckle to escape my mouth at the wrinkles on Roman’s forehead and the tightness around his eyes.
“Man . . . It’s hard because my fuck ass father tried to destroy her, and I’ve been protecting her for years to make up for it. I don’t know how to let her do her if I’m being honest. Protecting her?—”
“You mean smothering her and making her feel like she’s dealing with a different version of the man you despise. You gotta chill, man.”
