“Fourteen.”
“He your only child?”
“Yeah, you don’t want children?” I asked her.
“In the next three years. I feel like I’m still in my building phase. I want to get my business to the point where it can operate without me, so I can focus on being a mother. Right now, the dealerships require a lot of my time.” She admitted. I nodded because I understood.
“I respect that. Most people don’t go in with a plan. It's good that you are.” I responded. Our conversation went to a place of its own.
“Do you and your son’s mother have a good relationship?” She questioned.
I chuckled. Thinking about how Shareese’s crazy ass hated me, but I wasn’t in the business of pillow talking. “Yeah, my son’s mother is Shareese, the administrative assistant.”
She gave me a big smile and nodded.
“What’s that for?”
“Because I thought she was your wife, my first visit there. That woman is gorgeous. If I can see it as a woman. I definitely know a man took notice,” She complimented.
“Yeah, she’s nice. But we’ve never been married,” I corrected.
“Are you still together? We talk every time I come for a session, I don’t want to smile in her face knowing we’ve…”
“No. We haven’t had any type of relationship since she was pregnant.”
She nodded, “Gotcha.”
She didn’t follow up with a question about our relationship, and I’m glad she didn’t. I didn’t want to go into too much detail about what happened between Shareese and me.
We made small talk here and there about random shit and interests. I realized Breeze was down-to-earth and easy to talkto. She was smart as hell. She also had a smart-ass mouth and always had something slick to say back. But she had a nice vibe.
I walked over to the couch and opened the message that Tre had sent me. It was a consent form for another camp that those coaches had mentioned to him. I was just about to finish it when Breeze walked in front of me.
I slid her robe to the side, leaned up, and pulled her nipple into my mouth. Then I sat back and continued to sign the forms. Once I was done, I set my phone on the couch, gave her my attention, and pulled her down into my lap.
I grabbed her neck and applied slight pressure on it. I chuckled as her freak ass bit her lip.“What’s up, B? You trying to get fucked? You ain’t tired yet?” I asked her.
She groaned as she started to grind into my lap.
“Are you trying to make me beg?” she asked as she slowly untied her robe and then let it fall off her shoulders to the floor. Then she snaked her hands between her legs.
She was talking that shit. Up until this point, she had been mostly quiet and only responding when I took the lead. But having her initiate it made my dicker harder. I knew she had another level. I might have just unlocked it. But I was going to see how far it could go.
“Probably,” I chuckled as she continued to rub between her legs. I took her over to the bed and then laid her back there.
She looked up at me with waiting eyes, and I returned that same energy.
“Play with your pussy for me, Breeze. I want to watch you.” I commanded as I stepped out of my boxers and went back over to the couch and sat there.
She had this puzzled expression on her face. Like, once I called her bluff, she had gone back shy on a nigga.
I stroked my dick as I waited for what she was about to do.
I smirked at her, “You gone make me beg?” I groaned.
She laughed, but she finally fell back on the bed and then planted one of her feet onto the edge of it. Slowly, she brought her hand to her pussy and circled her clit.
She sucked in a sharp breath as she continued to strum her middle.
