She stops speaking like that should be the end of it. Only, I’m fuming, and this conversation just began.
“Text him back. Tell him to come and get his Xbox,” I firmly state.
She turns a wide eye to me.
“Jacob plays with that thing and likes some games on it. Teni can afford to buy a new one. I just need to ignore his calls or send him money for a new one if he wants to be petty,” she gravels.
“Anuoluwa Kuti, text him right now to stop by tomorrow and pick up his damn Xbox,” I sternly state.
“Fine,” she snaps. I watch her send the text and immediately the asshole’s reply beeps.
“He’s asking what time to stop by.”
“1pm,” I answer as I pick up my phone and call Patrick.
He answers right away. “Hey, boss.”
“I need you to get the newest Xbox and have a technician here to install it by noon tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
“Thanks, good night.” I turn to Anu, who’s staring at me, perplexed.
“Did you just call your PA at almost midnight with instruction to buy a new Xbox?” Her tone is questioning.
“He’s my PA, he knows to expect a call from me at any hour of the day.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. The more important question is: why are you buying an Xbox?”
“Because your ex is taking his back, and he’s not calling you again after tomorrow.”
“You do know his family and my family are close friends; I’ll still see him. I’m handling this booty call business by ignoring his calls.”
“Well, as your boyfriend, I’m handling it by returning his Xbox to him and making sure he doesn’t call again, and that he stays away from you.”
"Fine," she huffed, pulling the soft blanket tighter around her. I’m familiar with this move: a silent pout, expressing her disagreement with my actions without a word.
I pull at the blanket, and she pulls it back with a scoff at me. My hand goes under the blanket, between her legs. She tries to clamp her legs together, but my hands are stronger. My fingers soon make their way to her core; I give it a slow and gentle massage. She arches her brow at me, challenging me to stop. I increase my massage even as she hangs on tight to releasing any moan. With a subtle adjustment, she makes it easier for me. A finger finds its way in, and a soft moan, filled with both pleasure and surprise, escapes her. I smirk, a sly smile spreading across my face.
“I still disagree with you,” she says, still fighting to let go.
“I know, and I’m still making sure he doesn’t call you again,” I confirm to her.
Just as another finger enters her, she replies with a shudder of pleasure, her body twisting in response as moans slip from her lips. I continue, making her spread her legs wider for me.That’s it, princess, only for me.
Her moan grows louder as my thumb caresses her and another finger is added. She starts to shake; her moans fills the air.
“You can’t possibly be jealous of him,” she says.
“Actually, I am jealous of him and upset because he has touched what’s mine.You.” My other hand goes to her breast. “Come for me.”
“I’m… still… upset…with you…”
“Should I stop, then?” I challenge, as I attempt to pull my fingers out.
“Don’t you dare!” she chastises.
“I didn’t think so,” I tease and increase speed. “Take the shirt off.”
