Page 43 of The Millionaire Mortician
“Aight, bet,” he acknowledged and made his way back to the truck.
Fabian helped me into the passenger seat, then rounded the vehicle and got behind the wheel. I wasn’t all the way feeling the fact that I had a next man driving the whip my man recentlypurchased me. At that point, shit was just happening so fast. Before I knew it, we were in traffic, heading to an unknown destination.
We arrivedat a building somewhere in the city. The drive wasn’t long. It was about fifteen minutes with the night’s traffic. Fabe drove into a garage and went up a few floors until he slowed down and parked. Helping me out, I held onto his hands as I was feeling a little dizzy.
With Fabian’s help, we made our way inside the building, then onto an elevator. He hit the penthouse floor button, then scanned a card before the elevator instantly shot up to the highest level in the building. Once off and walking up to his door, my stomach did some flips. It wasn’t the kind I had when I flirted with him, but the nervous as fuck kind.
When I stepped inside, I took in the scenery. It was indeed plush and beautiful. Fabian had expensive taste, as I noticed the decor in his place. Exquisite paintings lined his walls, while a large fur rug sat in the middle of his living room, surrounded by couches that looked so comfortable you’d fall right to sleep once you sat on them.
“You can take off your heels,” he invited. “And let me get you some water.” He gestured for me to follow him into the kitchen.
My feet were screaming from my designer steppers, so I didn’t hesitate to slip them off. I then followed him to get the water. As soon as I got it, I gulped it down as if I’d had nothing to drink all day.
“Thirsty as hell,” he joked.
I wiped my mouth. “Sorry,” I simply stated, and giggled.
“It’s cool, shorty. I’m just fuckin’ wit’ you. You good though?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for everything.”
“No problem. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me into the living room.
We plopped down onto the couch, and the assumption I made about it was true. It felt so smooth, fluffy, and soft. It also didn’t make things better that he had pillows and throw blankets on it.Who needs a room when you’ve got a couch likethis? I thought to myself.
Fabian turned on the seventy-five-inch TV he had and flipped the screen to the Tubi app.
“Is this what you watch?” I quizzed with sarcasm.
“Hell yeah,” he excitedly responded. “These lil’ hood movies be good as shit. Plus, I fuck wit’ the whole hood romance thing.”
I was also a Tubi watcher. While Fabe made some good points, I watched the movies because they were relatable and reminded me of the urban fiction books I would read by author P. Wise. Her catalog was long and impressive. Plus, I was pro-black anything, and most of our black independent filmmakers were distributed through Tubi.
“I get it. I’m just messing. I watch it too.” I giggled like a schoolgirl again, still feeling the Henny Colada I had been drinking earlier.
“You like to play, huh?” He smirked at me.
We were sitting right up under one another. His hand was behind my neck on the top of the couch while I leaned into him just a little.
“I do...” I playfully sang.
“Oh, yeah? I like to play too. But with certain things.” Fabian’s voice dropped in a sexy, flirtatious tone.
“Like what?” I felt heat coming from both of us.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Looking at him in the corner of my eye, I hung my head and just blushed. Out of nowhere, Fabian grabbed my chin with his index finger and turned my face to him, so we were looking in each other’s eyes.
With every second that passed, our lips got closer and closer until they finally met and locked. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, meeting mine to tangle. The kiss quickly deepened, sending chills throughout my body. Almost instantly, my nipples became hard, and my honeypot started to throb.
“Mmm,” a moan slipped out, making me pull away. “I’m sorry.”
Fabian turned my face to him once more. “Don’t be sorry if it feels right,” he shot at me.
That was the thing. I was conflicted with my feelings. Part of me wanted to grab my shit and run out of there fast as hell, while the other part wanted to see what else his tongue could do.
As I sat quietly, with all sorts of thoughts running through my head, he whispered in my ear, “Let me show you what I like to play with.”
