Page 47 of Heightened Assurance
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried, feeling like time had slowed as explosion after explosion went off in my mind.
Before I knew it I was pushing against the wall as my legs began to shake uncontrollably. “Baby, I can’t. You’re trying to break me,” I cried louder than I intended.
“I’m tryna do more than that. Now stay still.”
“I can’tttt.” I came so hard I almost fell, but he caught me. Like a true monster he turned me around and threw my leg over his shoulder. Shit he wasn’t finished with me and he made that abundantly clear when he locked his hands around my thighs and began to lap up the mess he’d made while also making another.
Half of my weight was against the wall and the rest in his grasp. This man was literally eating the soul out of me. Droppingmy head against the shower wall, I closed my eyes, feeling time slow before I heard his voice.
“Don’t close your eyes now. Watch me eat your pussy, nah fuck that, my pussy until I’m done.” His tone was deep, throaty, and demanding which had my eyes wide open and gaze locked with his.
“Mhmm.”
When he finished assaulting my body with his lips, he then picked me up and impaled me for the rest of the night, making sure I knew his reach. Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say this man was proving a point tonight.
Chapter 12
Oden
Monday sped by before I even got the chance to settle into the weekend. The good thing was I got to spend quality time with Aja and Jade, even though Aja ran her ass to that iPad every chance she got. For the most part she was present though and I could only be grateful for that. She liked Jade a lot, shit I did too, but the last thing I wanted was for Jade to feel obligated to be here because of what I shared with her about my daughter. I wanted her to want to be here for me. Lowkey, I felt like I was overthinking. I had to be. This weekend had been nothing short of fucking amazing, the first one I’d had in what felt like forever.
She told me she loved me even after she knew the truth and everything in me believed her. Because I loved her too.Jade wasn’t Ashley. I never felt like she was looking at me for what I could do for her, but instead for who I was and how I made her feel. Jade belonged to and with me.
Jade:We’re having dinner with my family tonight at G’s house. They claim I’ve been missing in action on them ever since I got with you. P.S. It’s kind of true.
I laughed, reading over her message before I began to type one of my own. Ever since I dropped her off at the shop and Ajaoff at school, I had been at the restaurant. Lois was supposed to be meeting me here in a few before we left to go to Jade’s condo. I had talked to her over the weekend about doing an IP trace for me. Shorty was good with computers and technological footprints. She studied all of that in school.
Me:Cool. Do you need me to bring something?
Jade:No babe, we’re the guests.
Jade:Knowing them they’ll order pizza. Did you go by my place yet? How bad is it in person? Ava said she cleaned up as much as she could.
Me:Bout to be on the way there in a few. What I tell you about that worrying shit? All that was materialistic. I’m just glad you weren’t there.
Jade:You’re right. I’ll see you when you get here later. Love you, Chef.
Me:Love you too.
“Let me get this straight. I've been waiting in the dining area for you and you in here caking and smiling at your phone.”
I chortled. “How was I supposed to know you were up there, Lo?”
“Shit, I don’t know. Look.” She pointed to the monitor in front of me that I hadn’t given any of my attention since I’d taken a seat.
“Man, whatever. You got your spy gadgets?” I asked, messing with her.
She held up her middle finger and a laptop bag as we exited my office.
“We should be right back, baby.” She addressed Kie as we approached where she stood with her iPad in hand and her phone to her ear. She had been that way since I walked in the door. Apparently the bartender had called off three days in a row with no real explanation. I got that much out of her before she had her face back in her phone talking a mile a minute.
She nodded then turned to move back toward the kitchen. We were on our way out when a familiar face caught my eye. It was Wiley Ortega and he wasn’t alone. The nigga standing next to him looked like a light skinned angry bird with a tattoo on the side of his face. He and Kinga favored a little. I would have walked right past them had Wiley not said my name.
“Oden West, right?” The old Hispanic man stopped me in my tracks.
I looked at him confused. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“My name is Wiley Ortega and this is my nephew, Aroyal Ortega. I knew your mother and I think you and your brothers are my sons.” His English was heavily cloaked in a thick Spanish accent, but I understood everything he said.
