Page 27 of Yearn
“Wow.” Cadence must have been rolling her eyes on the other line. “That’s what you land on, Ro?”
“You were wondering too.”
“I was, but I wasn’t going to ask.”
“That’s your problem, Cadence. Sometimes you forget to ask the important questions.”
I jumped in, “Well. . .I would guess he is a good ten inches or more and very, very thick.”
Ro whistled.
Cadence chuckled. “I guess I’m glad Ro asked that question.”
“Damn.” Ro whistled again. “All I got for Mother’s Day was gift cards and a cake. You got a live show.”
“Oh. I received more than that.” I kicked off my shoes. “Dominic freaking got J and Oliver together, and did a huge surprise. I’m talking cleaning service came to spruce up the house, a chef was here laying out a three course meal, and my babies were in their suits—”
“What?” Cadence raised her voice. “You should have started there, Tey. That’s so romantic.”
“Naw. I like that you started with the big cock. Always lead with the big cock.” Ro chuckled. “So then he does this huge surprise for you and what did he say about it? Just that he wanted to show you love?”
“Well, he wasn’t there. When I got home it was just my babies dressed up and yelling surprise. The chef came out with a cocktail and almost gave me a heart attack.”
They both laughed.
I continued, “And I didn’t want to ruin it for J and Oliver but I was like. . .who the hell paid for all of this? I really wanted to call the police but the food smelled good, the house was so clean, and in the back of my mind I just knew. . .”
“Of course you knew Dominic would be behind it.” Cadence sighed in that knowing way of hers. “Tey, he has a Lamborghini Huracán. That car costs at least three hundred grand. Three hundred. That’s not I’m a struggling medical student money,that’s my family is rich. And it wasn’t leased either, I could tell by the tags.”
Ro cut in, loud and laughing. “Mmmhmm, a man who can drop that kind of cash just to look sexy while he drives? That’s the kind of reckless big dick energy I live for.”
But Cadence kept going, her voice sharper, like she was tallying receipts in her head. “And it’s not just the car. Did you notice his clothes? Those sneakers he wears? Balenciaga. That black T-shirt? Probably three hundred dollars by itself—Alexander Wang or something close. He walks around like he’s casual, but nothing on him is under a hundred bucks. Trust me, I know labels when I see them. That boy is not broke. Not even close.”
I swallowed.
Ro chimed in, “I am just so glad he spoiled you. My girl deserved that after this crazy week with Shitty Scott trying to ruin your world.”
“Exactly,” Cadence agreed. “You deserved this sweet surprise as well as J and Oliver. I hope you took pictures of everything.”
“You know I did.”
“And you got a picture of that big cock too? Right?” Ro followed. “Because. . .I want to see it.”
Laughing, I tugged my blouse over my head and tossed it on the chair. “Girl, I didn’t get a picture. I was standing in the doorway, holding a trash bag, and looking like a damned fool. He had been facing the dining room window so. . .I’m pretty sure he’d been watching me.”
My cheeks heated.
“Girl, of course he was jacking off to you.” Ro laughed. “It wasn’t those damn orange trees in your backyard or the grass. He was looking at all that ass! I bet that boy’s cock was screaming out the national anthem. All I want to know is if you put your hand over your heart or over your pussy, when it sang.”
I blinked. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“Please ignore her.” Cadence’s chuckle was low, but warm. “So. . .what did you say to him?”
“I said his name and then I asked him what he was doing—”
“But you already knew what he was doing. He was beating that meat,” Ro hollered. “Trying to feed the lawn with extra protein!”
Cadence exhaled hard. “Would you let her finish the story?”
