Page 60 of Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding)

“Did he not want to bang you?” he asks the question but doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Then the answer is yes.”

“He didn’t want to bang me, we were just friends,” I refute, rolling my eyes. “Now, I have to go to work and so do you.”

“That means I’m right.” He laughs, kissing my lips softly before opening my door and waiting for me to get in.

“You aren’t right, you’re annoying, there is a difference.” I pull my seat belt to buckle myself in. “Now go away.”

“I’m going to have fun tonight.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “I love when I make you agree with me.” The cheek he just kissed feels like it’s on fire. Literally. “Have a good day, dear.” He closes the door and waves before turning and walking to his own car.

He winks before he gets in, but he always waits for me to leave before he does. I pull out of the parking space, seeing him behind me, I wave one last time before I turn left and he turns right.

I get to work with a smile on my face, just like I have been for the past month. A whirlwind of a month. We crossed over the friendship into the sex thing, something that neither of us has been willing to talk about, it’s just happening. Like we woke up one day and we were more than friends. Like it was always him waking me with his mouth on my pussy. Like it was normal going to bed together.

“Morning,” I greet Raquel when I walk into the salon. “It’s so beautiful outside.”

“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” She smiles back at me. “Also, you have something on your desk.” She can’t help but smile big and I just shake my head as I walk toward my office.

I want to be surprised there is a bouquet on my desk, but this is what he does every single Tuesday when I get to work, there are flowers. Attached is always a cheesy card, pulling the white card out I can’t help but laugh at this one.

I like your style

I like your class

But most of all

I like your ass

L.

I shake my head and put it back in the envelope before placing it in my drawer with the other ones. Last week’s was funny also.

Roses are red

Tulips are corny

When I think of you

I get horny.

According to him, he couldn’t use Cici, so he had to think of another flower, so it’s always tulips like the one from two weeks ago.

Roses are okay

Tulips are fine

I’ll be the six

If you be the nine.

But nothing could have prepared me for the first one.

Roses are red

Lemons are sour

Spread your legs

And feel my power.

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