Page 122 of Treason's Temptation
“And you’re sneaking off to shady motels to fuck a bitch that doesn’t exist. A man that ain’t loyal to the woman carrying his sorry ass baby isn’t loyal to anyone.”
“You’ve got it wrong-.”
Three bullets cut his sentence short. We’d already done more talking than I intended. The silence that followed the shot was heavier than the sound itself. Lorenzo slumped, lifeless, and for a second, I just stood there, chest tight, letting it sink in. Then Ward’s voice snapped me back to reality, reminding me that standing around meant mistakes. Together, we moved quickly, methodically, like we’d done before.
It took longer than I liked to cover our tracks and get rid of everything, but better safe than sorry. When I walked in, the penthouse was dark, so I expected Navie to be asleep. She wasn’t, her head shooting up from the couch.
“What you still doing up?”
Navie shrugged, but the smile on her face told me she was waiting on me. Pulling her up from the couch, even in the dark, she didn’t miss a beat.
Navie’s eyes narrowed, “What happened to your hand?”
“Hit the bag too hard,” I lied, snatching it back.
She stood up, unconvinced, and flipped the light switch.
“Let me see it.”
“It’s not that deep, Blue. Just went a little harder than usual,” I explained, walking past her to the freezer and grabbing an ice pack. “I’m tired. Can we go to bed now?”
“I’ll have to cover that hand in makeup tomorrow since you wanted to go all Floyd Mayweather.”
Blue knew I was lying and tried to stay mad, curled in my arms. I didn’t know how she would handle the truth, so I distracted her by turning onShadows and Motives.I slept better knowing Lorenzo could never touch Navie again. It seemed to help her ass too how she curled into my side, snoring all night.
“Good morning,” greeted me in place of my alarm.
A sound I preferred early in the morning. That, along with Blue kissing the base of my throat. Then my neck, followed by my chest. I knew what kind of time Blue was on.
“Morning,” she replied, as I stretched my arms out wide.
“Shit, I need to leave more often.”
“I don’t know if you’lllast,” she purred, wrapping her hand around my shaft.
A few days away from each other exposed my addiction. Impatient. Irritable, and a singular focus- getting back home for my next hit.
“I love how hard you get for me,” she taunted, while I reached for my phone vibrating next to my damn ear.
Jaleb Langston. Fallon Nichols (2). Milaya Tanner. They can wait.
Dropping my phone, I watched Blue smile at the pre-cum oozing from the tip.
“Let me take care of you,Stink,” she moaned, then her tongue traced my shaft, her free hand cupping my balls.
There was a dramatic twang to her voice whenever she used the nickname she claimed to hate so much.
“Give me all your stress.”
Blue wasn’t asking, sliding underneath the comforter, humming on my dick, eager to drink me.
“What the fuck!” I yelled at my phone, which was vibrating again.
Can’t even get my dick sucked in peace.
“Yeah,” I groaned, answering.
Navie didn’t let the call deter her from her plans, swallowing me down.
