Page 48 of Snoh in December


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And Ididwork hard to be there. You know how hard it is to keep a four-inch dick in your wet, experienced-ass pussy? It was like throwing a cashew in the ocean and expecting to find the shit.

The hoe fairies were on my side that day, because Gage was digging my outrage on his best friend. He thought I was raw, driven—a woman with “big girl goals.”

Please.

I wanted to be kept. Not working a day in my damn life and never having to struggle again.

And Gage Blaque? He was the sucker I needed to lick.

Kelsey had also mentioned that he was autistic. I didn’t look up what that meant, but my mama told me it just meant he probably didn’t eat much and didn’t catch on too quickly. Easy meal ticket, right?

However, my mama—ignorant ass and all—was dead wrong. Not only could Gage eat like a barbarian, but he wasintelligent. His literacy, math, and science knowledge were out of this fucking world. I’d never seen anything like it.

If I weren’t so shallow, that alone would’ve hooked me to him, and the fact that he’s fine as hell with a body I’d lick and suck on all day. But I was looking for a nigga to bepaid, not smart. My man could eat glue for all I cared—as long as when I swiped his card the receipt ran, I’d keep the house stocked with all flavors of Elmer’s.

His intelligence forced me to get in line. You know how many documentaries I had to watch? And a bitch had topay attention—because he would want to discuss it at the end.

Yeah, no. I put in work.

And I’d be damned ifshewas going to end my shit.

The door finally opened. Gage walked in wearing a fitted black Balmain shirt and matching jacket, paired with tailored Brunello Cucinelli trousers. You could tell his hair and beard were freshly trimmed, and he smelled like Tom Ford’s Tobacco Vanille. My goodness, this man was fine.

“Hey,” he said, all casual, like he hadn’t kept me waiting. “Sorry, finalizing things for our baby shower went over.”

I let my face fall. “You meanherbaby shower?”

“Nah, I said it right the first time—ourbaby shower.” He frowned. “Don’t start, P.”

“Maybe I need to start, so your ass could stop. You’ve been spending all your time with this girl and seem to be only concerned about this baby shower.”

“It’s our first kid, Paris. I want to do it right.”

“And what about doing right by me, huh?” I let my voice go small, wounded even. Men eat that up. “You forgot we had dinner?”

“I didn’t forget,” he said, coming closer to me with a bouquet of grocery store flowers.This bitch gets luxury boutiques, and here he is bringing me flowers from the refrigerator in front of the cash register.

“I got caught up.”

“Caught up with her.” I stood, snatched the flowers, and crossed my arms. “Do you know how many times I’ve sat here waiting while you ran to her?”

I didn’t even wait for him to answer. I immediately started running down every event, play by play.

“When she had that scare about her blood pressure, you left me at the restaurant. When she called crying because the crib was the wrong wood shade, you left a studio meeting with other producers and had me take notes like I’m your fucking assistant. And when she said she was going to bed without eating becauseshe couldn’t think of anything she wanted, you rushed out wearing two different shoes to get her food.”

“I had to catch her favorite Italian restaurant before it closed. She can not go to bed without feeding my baby.”

He rubbed his hand down his face, and I could tell I was overstimulating him.Good.Let him feel it.

“Paris… I’m trying.”

“No, you’re prioritizingher,” I said, forcing myself to cry. Honestly, I wouldn’t care if Mahasin wasn’t pregnant and was just some random groupie he was fucking—especially since I’d started fucking on someone new myself. A fine redbone named Kareem, who owned several seafood chain spots. But the fact of the matter was, the bitchwaspregnant—and I’d go as far as to say, Gage loved this girl.

And that was the problem. Those two four-letter words—loveandbaby—would have me out on my ass and back on the prowl.

“Gage, I’ve been down for you this whole time. Never judged you, never made you feel weird. Watched and learned about shit I would never need to know or use in life. And now I’m supposed to just take whatever time you have leftover?”

I thought I had his ass right where I wanted him, but that enormous brain of his activated, and he hit me with a line of questions I wasn’t prepared to answer.