Page 2 of The Phyre that Burns
“I doubt it, so don't be surprised if I’m a no-show for the engagement party.”
I turned to leave and stopped at the sound of my father’s voice.
“Phyre, I didn’t want it to come to this, but if you don’t go through with this, we will no longer support you financially, which means we won’t continue to pay for medical school.”
I angled my head and squinted my eyes in confusion because I couldn’t have heard him right.
“Are you serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious. I barely want to pay for it as it is, considering you were supposed to follow in my footsteps. I honored your wishes and let you follow your dreams to become a doctor, but all I need is a reason to end that shit. Don’t give me one.”
This time, he turned to walk away, leaving me dumbfounded and in disbelief. If my father stopped paying for my education, finishing school would be impossible, but choosing between becoming a doctor and being with Ginae would break me. I had to figure out a way to keep Ginae in my life without risking my future.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
“Deeper, Phyre. Go deeper!” I cried out in ecstasy.
“You want the whole thing?” Phyre whispered with his lips against my ear.
“All of it.”
“If I give it to you, ain’t no running.”
“Mmm,” was all I could say in response because he’d already begun to press his way into my soul.
Phyre Jordan was everything I expected he would be, which was why I avoided him for so long. Once I gave in, it was all gas and no brakes between us. The past six months had been a romantic whirlwind, and I was glad I’d given him my number.
“I love you, Sweetness,” he confessed as his strokes went deeper.
“I love you too.”
We were in the missionary position, and his chest was pressed against mine. He lifted onto his forearms, causing me to open my eyes and look into his.
“I don’t think you understand, baby. I love you. I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children. I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”
This wasn’t the first time Phyre had confessed his love for me, but this time, it felt different. The look in his eyes, the tone of his voice, and his energy felt different. He seemed anxious and tense . . . even nervous.
“Umm, I want that too, baby. Are you okay?”
His mouth covered mine as he made the sweetest love to me. He was gentle, yet firm, and every move he made was with intention. I never doubted his love for me because he never hesitated to make sure I knew. Tonight was no different.
By the time he filled me with his seeds, my heart and soul were already full. He planted kisses all over my face and neck as I came down from my high. When he removed himself from my womb, he rolled over and wrapped me in his arms. Within minutes, we were fast asleep, but throughout the night, I was awakened by his soft kisses and whispers of him talking in his sleep, confessing how much he loved me.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower. I scooted toward the edge of the bed to grab my phone and check the time. It was a little after seven, so I was confused about why Phyre was up so early on a Saturday morning, but I didn’t give it much thought.
I’d received several text messages from an unknown number, and I assumed they were spam. I opened the thread to delete the messages and block the number, but when I saw Phyre’s name, I paused and read the messages.
Unknown:
Whatever you have going on with Phyre ends today.
Enjoy the dick while you can because this is the last time you will fuck my future husband.
You won’t be seeing him again.
The picture that followed the message blew my mind. My heart sank to the pits of hell, and I felt like I would vomit. Tears formed in my eyes, causing my vision to blur. I wiped them away and re-read the information on the picture.
“Hey, baby. I hope I didn’t wake you,” Phyre said as he left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
