Page 172 of Treason's Temptation
“Oh, really?”
I used the strings of her sweatshirt to pull her closer, “I never pretended like I could breathe without you, but you knew that already.”
“Aww!” Rayven squealed.
“Please! He’s laying it on thick because I’m going out tonight. Don’t fall for it,” Navie playfully shoved Rayven toward the room she’d claimed as her.
“I think he means it,” Rayven defended me.
“Anyway, what are you wearing tonight?” Navie asked, shutting the door behind them.
I sank into the leather chair behind my desk, skimming more data and analytics. Numbers had always mattered, but staring at them felt more pressing with a child on the way. I rubbed my temples and tried to focus, but the knock on the door broke my concentration hours later.
Ward and June leaned in, grins wide with excitement. “Get yo’ ass up from the desk. It’s time to watch Janero make me a lot of money.”
“That nigga isn’t coming out for another three hours,” I replied.
“I’m trynna see what the young boy Onyx, is gonna’ do.” Ward’s voice was loud enough to snap me fully into the present.
I pushed back from the desk, shutting down spreadsheets and polls, and allowed myself a small, wry smile. For a few hours, the fight would take precedence over everythingI couldn’t control. The three of us piled in the living room, watching Onyx pummel a nigga that didn’t deserve to hold his bags, when laughing and squeals filled the hallway.
“Well, who is this?” June asked, standing up, offering Rayven a hand.
His eyes, glittering, shot me up from my seat. June wasn’t shit, Rayven needed to be mixed up with so I walked between them.
“Too fuckin’ young for you. Sit down.”
“He’s just being nice. I am grown, remember?” Rayven pouted.
“Yeah, Tre. I’m being nice,” June mocked.
“She doesn’t need you to be shit,” I snapped, feeling myself swept up in the blue tube top dress barely covering her thighs. “I need to holla at you.”
“Tre, we gotta go,” Navie whined, my arm snaking around her waist.
“You will in a minute. Ward, keep an eye on Rayven,” I replied, backpedaling to my office. I kicked the door shut with my foot.
“Don’t start.”
“Start what?” My hand gripped her neck,, her soft curves melting in my chest. I teased her lips with my teeth before nudging them apart exploring her mouth with my lips since I couldn’t explore anything else.
“You know what,” she moaned.
“It’s hard not to. You look good as fuck, Blue. Damn.” I groaned, adjusting myself before turning to the safe. Knuckling the code in, the door popped open, and I handed Navie her gun.
“I’m trying so I gotta’ let you enjoy yourself, but be careful tonight. Anything feels off, call me.”
She didn’t hear me with the gun in her hand. Blue knew how to handle it, but Winston had been quiet. I needed her to be careful in case he got loud tonight.
“You wanna stay in tonight?” I probed more insistently. “Eyes open, tonight. I need you home safe.”
“This doesn’t feel like trying,” she sulked.
That slight pout drew me in like a magnet, backing her against the door.
“I’m trying, Blue.Realhard. You feel that?”
She giggled, her hands cradling the nape of my neck, “No, Tre!”
