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Snatching out of her, I flipped her over and pushed her legs all the way back. The moment I plunged back into her pussy she came. Her body shuddered. I stared down at Persia, and I knewI was in deep shit when I found myself wondering if I could have sex with only her for the rest of my life.
“I want you to cum one more time,” I stated before leaning in and snaking my tongue into her mouth. “You gon’ cum with me?” I spoke against her lips. “Rub that fat clit while daddy strokes this pussy.”
“I’m about to cum,” she whimpered seconds later.
“Good fucking girl.” I kissed her deeper until we exploded at the same time.
When my heart finally stopped racing, all I could do was shake my head. “You dangerous as fuck.”
CHAPTER 15
PERSIA
As I nearedmy office door, my jaw slacked. “What the fuck?” my head whipped from left to right as I looked around the small plaza. No other places of business had been vandalized except mine. Tears swam in my eyes as I took in the splatters of paint on the windows and the wordsstupid bitchspray painted on the door. David had to be the culprit, and I was pissed beyond measure. I was so embarrassed as I scurried inside. I walked straight to the supply closet and grabbed cleaning supplies.
In a purple and blue, flowy DKNY dress, I was standing outside trying to scrub the profanity off the door, and the words weren’t fading at all. Tears spilled over my eyelids as I scrubbed in vain. I hated David.
“What the hell?” a familiar voice sliced the air.
I turned to look over my shoulder and saw Kastian standing there holding a large Chanel bag along with a Louis Vuitton bag.
“You crying?” anger flickered in his eyes.
“I can’t get it off,” I wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“I can have my people get that off in no time. Go inside. Let me call my man Truce.”
Kastian passed me the bags, and I walked into my office. Once again, he’d come to the rescue and saved the day. Davidhad been too quiet. Silly me I thought that was a sign that he was going to leave me alone and maybe even cooperate with the divorce. Instead, his lame ass vandalized my office like a rebellious teenager. It was truly an embarrassment to be married to him.
Minutes later, Kastian walked into my office. “He’s on the way. Truce is the best to do it. He can have your windows and door looking brand new.”
“Thank you. Once again, you saved the day.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” His tone was low. Serious. I was falling hard for Kastian, but no matter how safe or good he made me feel, I couldn’t. I was asking for trouble. My life was still filled with drama from the past, so how could I even think about moving forward with someone else? I had no idea the length of time that I should remain single, but I knew it was longer than a few months.
“Open your gifts.”
Even though I was extremely upset, my jaw dropped when I pulled the white Chanel purse from the box. He had already bought me the red one, and I loved it. “This is so nice. Thank you.” When I opened the purse, my head lifted, and I looked at Kastian. “You’re the definition of extra.”
“You haven’t seen nothing yet.”
I eyed the three stacks of money that were in $1,000 increments tucked neatly inside the purse. Inside the Louis Vuitton shopping bag was a green duffel bag that I could use for traveling. Inside that one was a blue box. When I lifted the lid, my eyes almost jumped out of my head.
“Kastian.” I was still staring at the watch when I called his name. “You got me an AP?” I was stunned. I didn’t have the heart to ask him how much the watch had cost. I had seen AP’s for as much as $83,000. I doubted he’d spent that much onmine, but she was definitely iced out and had to have cost a pretty penny.
“I got my little sister an AP for her eighteenth birthday. That shit ain’t nothing.”
“Okay Mr.” I kept staring at the watch.
Kastian had for sure done a great job of making me forget my troubles. He was also making it hard to keep my mind open to dating other men. My birthday date, Omar was someone that I’d gone to high school with. We reconnected on social media and when he found out I was single, he begged to take me out. He was so fine in high school, and he still looked good, but his ass was aging for sure. We all had to get older, however. Omar was cool. He was divorced and had custody of his two daughters.
Even if I wanted to take someone seriously, I wasn’t sure it would be a man with two dead beat baby mamas that had full custody of a ten- and four-year-old. That would be a lot to take on, and I wasn’t sure I was up for it.
“I just went off the fact that most women like bags and jewelry. If you want something else let me know, and I’ll get it.”
Blushing, I smiled at him and shook my head. When I met David, my ass thought he was a big fish. He wasn’t broke, but Kastian was on another level. His ass was a shark.
“What you got me is more than enough. Thank you.”
