“You liked that?” She asked already knowing that shit blew me away.
“Truly, you just sucked my fucking soul from my body, you own that shit now.” I narrowed my eyes at her short ass.
She had me disturbed, my thoughts were scattered everywhere.
“I just wanted my dessert.” She shrugged calmly.
“Yeah, you got that shit.” I leaned down and kissed her lips.
“You’re mine, Tru.” I didn’t wait for a response; I took her lips and kissed her deeply.
Eighteen
TRULY
Monday afternoon…
I opened my eyes and knew exactly where I was. That realization alone had me smiling wide before I could even stop myself. I sat up in Bleu’s pillow soft bed and stretched slowly. I was naked and comfortable as hell. Flashes of last night played back in my head and I couldn’t stop blushing. Butterflies fluttered at the bottom of my stomach.
There wasn’t an inch of me that Bleu didn’t touch or lick. The boldness of what I did at the restaurant heated my cheeks. I shut my eyes and laid back on the bed. I spread my arms and legs like I was trying to create an angel in a pile of snow.Damn I feel good as hell!
I felt like I was ready to conquer the world and everything in. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The scent of Bleu’s cologne still lingered in the air, wrapping me in the memory of his touch. I let out a contented sigh, savoring the rare feeling of complete and utter bliss.
I loved that he brought me here besides his nice penthouse. This felt like the real him beyond the luxury in it. He could have kept me at that penthouse overlooking downtown L.A. It was a temporary place that he used to impress the women he slept with. This was his home, the place he came to just be himself in his own comfort zone.
Last night he mentioned that the city we were in was called Breeze. It was on the outskirts of L.A. His father owned all of it, which was why the streets were lined with open fields instead of crowded homes. I hadn’t seen much of it last night but could feel the difference. The peace and space. Paparazzi didn’t come here at all. Bleu also mentioned that his parents’ estate was about eight minutes up the road.
His bedroom was massive in size but still cozy. It was the kind of big that still made you feel comfortable. He had a charcoal rug that covered most of the hardwood floor. The walls inside of were painted gray-blue and were trimmed with matte black accents.
His king size bed was the focal point of the room. He had a black leather couch next to the ceiling to floor window. It surprised me that Bleu didn’t live in a mansion. The land surrounding his house made the three-bedroom modern flat style home look small on the outside.
“I gotta start packing an overnight bag on our date nights.” I muttered to myself.
I slipped out of bed and padded barefoot toward the glass window. I pressed my hand to the glass and smiled softly. My phone on top of the nightstand next to the bed started to ring. I glanced down at it, and my heart skipped a beat seeing Lo Lo’sname. She was calling from her iPad. I hurried to answer it with my small smile turning into a big one.
“About damn time you answered!”
Aubry’s voice was a straight jab at the peace and goodness I felt waking up. My smile vanished instantly, and I felt myself frozen in place.
“Where’s Lo?” I frowned.
“She good as always since she’s with me,” he snapped. “You on the other hand done lost your hoe ass mind!” He gritted out.
I kept the phone up enough to reveal only my face on the facetime call. Aubry eyes were red; he looked high out of his mind like he hadn’t got any sleep.
“Aubry, I’ll call you when I get home. I don’t got time for this shit.” I spat back.
I really didn’t want to mess up my mood because of him. He wasn’t worth it and none of this concerned our daughter.
“Bitch you don’t dismiss me. That nigga got you really feeling yourself, but you must’ve forgot what the fuck it really is. You running around this bitch with that gay fashion house nigga like you some kind of Instagram model!” He hissed the words out like poison as spit flew out his mouth.
“I told you to dead that shit! Since you don’t want to listen, you won’t be seeing Lo?—”
The phone was snatched out of my hand abruptly. Bleu looked at me like he was pissed, his eyes traveled down to my naked body then back up to my eyes. With his free hand, he pulled his hand back then smacked the top of my ass.
“Don’t ever answer the phone naked in my home.” He stated lowly.
For a second, I forgot all about Aubry being on the phone. His hazel orbs held me captivated. The sting on my ass, along with the sight of his well-defined shirtless body took me by surprise.
