My father and hers wanted us to marry to keep the money in the family, but I wasn’t interested in that shit. My heart wasn’t in it, because it had already been claimed by a woman I knew would come back into my life one day. Normani was only a good time and a good fuck, and I wanted to keep shit that way.
Well, until recently.
I was never going to give Normani what she wanted, no matter how much she tried to disguise our interactions as platonic. I knew the truth and felt the vibes, so tonight, I was going to let her go.
I pulled up to the valet and handed the attendant my key fob. I nodded for Juno and Rizzo to find a place to park while I went inside. I walked to the elevators, got on, and took them up to the penthouse suite.
That was where we’d meet up every week because I refused to be fucking on her in her pop’s crib, even though the nigga didn’t mind since he was adamant about me marrying his daughter.
My father and uncle started the alliances between the families, so naturally, we ranked highest on the scale of wealth. Our drug operation alone grew to over 2.5 million a month, and that wasn’t including the chain of restaurants and other businesses we owned.
The Banks handled the weapon operation, the St. Claires and Devatos ran the printing company where they made fake documents for anything we needed, and the Kings operated the underground gambling ring.
It wasn’t lost upon me why Torrance wanted me to marry his daughter, and although very beautiful, I just couldn’t see myself marrying someone I wasn’t in love with.
I made it to the suite and knocked lightly. A few moments later, Normani came to the door, wearing nothing but a robe and some heels. She smiled at me, taking my hand and pulling me inside. She wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug. “Good to see you, Emery.”
“You too.” She took me by the hand and led me into the spacious living room area. Soft music played throughout the suite, and I could see the little spread of different fruits, meats, and cheeses on the table.
“Would you like a drink?”
“Bourbon.” She nodded and walked off to the kitchen. I took a seat on the couch and loosened my tie. I then pulled out my cell to reply to a few emails I had been neglecting all day, since we were preparing to meet the buyers for the weapons we had just received.
I was exhausted, but I was built for this.
Normani returned, handing me a glass of bourbon, then sitting beside me. I took a healthy gulp, and she wasted no time undoing my slacks and pulling my dick out. One thing I liked about her was that she knew exactly what I needed when I came here.
When she took me into her mouth, my head fell back, and my eyes closed momentarily as I let out a breath of relief, temporarily making me forget about all the shit I had going on.
“Make that shit sloppy,” I told her. She repositioned herself on her knees, ass in the air, and began to deep throat me. I slapped her ass and slipped two fingers between her folds, feeling her shit soak my fingers. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. Feeling myself about to nut, I set the glass down, going inside my pocket to retrieve the condom. She lifted and waited for me to cover myself, then I yanked her onto my lap.
“Mmm, Emery!” She slowly wiggled her way down onto me, and once she hit the base, I took her hips and began bouncing her on my dick. I slipped her robe down and trailed my tongue over her nipples then captured the left one into my mouth and sucked. The gesture made her buck her hips and go wild on my lap.
“Oh, fuck, Emery! This dick is so good, baby.” She groaned and began rolling her hips. I didn’t reply and really wanted her to be quiet so I could focus on getting my shit off so I could go. I lifted her in my arms, placed her on her feet, turned her around, and slid in from behind. I pounded into her, slapping her ass while pulling her hair.
We went at it for about twenty more minutes before I released deep inside of her. Once I came down, I went into the bathroom, flushed the condom, and cleaned up before heading back into the living room to finish off my drink and leave.
“Are you staying this time?”
“Nah. Got some shit to handle before I take it in.”
I could see the pout form on her face. “Is this how things are going to be between us?”
I frowned. “What you mean?”
“You call me, seclude us to this hotel, fuck, then leave?”
I ran a hand down my face and rubbed my beard in frustration. I knew when I came here, I was going to end this thing between us. I knew she had feelings for me beyond what our agreement was, and it fucked with me because I knew this would happen, and I still fucked with her.
“I thought we agreed on being platonic?”
“We did, but I thought I could change your mind somehow. I know you mess with other women, but I’m sure none of those women would ever measure up to me.”
I snorted. “You think so?”
“I know so. You can front all you want, Em, but I know I mean more to you than them.”
