“Oh shit, look at you,” Day said as he finished. Stassi was squirting. She was squirting and cumming and screaming andshaking like she never had before. He moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. She panted from exhaustion and hung her head in shame.
“I don’t do shit like this,” she said.
“You do for me,” he said. “And I love this shit. You mind if we make this a private dinner?” He asked.
“As long as you plan to eat me,” Stassi whispered. “Fuck food. I just want you.” She turned around, and he kissed her.
“You taste fucking good, girl,” Day growled. “I’m fucking with you, Stassi. This feel real good to a nigga.”
“To me too,” she whispered bashfully.
“Stay a little while with me?”
“I’ll stay the night,” she said.
“I’ma need a little longer commitment, baby,” he said as he nestled into her neck. “I’m serious, Stassi. I want you. I don’t really feel like playing no games with it either. You got some time to spare on me?”
“I can’t like you too much, Day.” She wanted to be honest. She was afraid of him, of his celebrity, of the expectation that came with his status, of his history with women.
He chuckled. “Why’s that?”
“Because it’s going to start out like this, and I’ll be all in. I’ll give you everything, all my attention, all my time, my heart, my body, my trust, and then you’ll fumble the fuck out of me. I don’t want to fall in love. I’ve never been in love, and I’m not like other girls who chase it. I run from it.”
“So we won’t fall in love,” Day said.
“We will,” she whispered.
“I don’t got no plans to love yo’ ass. You got plans to love me or something?” He asked playfully, lifting her chin, eliciting a smile. “This is dangerous,” she whispered. “Day, this feeling isn’t cool.”
“What feeling?” He asked as he kissed the lobe of her ear. “This feeling?”
Her moan made him chuckle. “Or this feeling?” His thumb crossed her nipple. “Or this one?” He swallowed her tongue, and Stassi was just in bliss. Head gone. Pussy wet.
“I want to feel all that shit,” he groaned. “We grown. We gon’ let whatever happens happen. Whether it’s fucking. Whether we loving. Whether we fighting. Whether we floating. Whatever, baby. We gon’ feel a whole lot of shit, you hear me?”
She nodded. “I hear you, and I don’t like it.”
“Feeling good?” He asked confused. “You want me to make you feel bad?”
“I want you to make me feel nothing. I don’t want my heart to feel like it’s trying to break out of my chest when I see you. I don’t want to feel sick to my stomach when I hear your voice on the radio. I just want to remember that this isn’t going to last. It has an end date.”
“Or maybe you in your head about it and you ruining the moment, worrying about the next moment,” Day answered simply. “Let this paper and these orgasms and this attention and this intrigue be and enjoy it. You worrying about problems we ain’t even ran into yet. Relax.”
She sighed, but she knew he was right. She would sabotage things simply because she felt like a man like Day was out of her league.
“You probably think I’m psychotic,” she said, covering her face with her hands and leaning into his chest.
“I think you’re going to beat me at my own game.”
He helped her into her clothes, then adjusted his own before they headed out the restaurant, hand in hand. He tipped the concierge a thousand dollars on his way out. “I’ma need you to clean the women’s bathroom. We made a mess.”
“Right away, sir.”
Chapter 15
Charlie’s heart was broken. Demi hadn’t been home in two days, and every time she called, it went directly to voicemail. Her chest felt hollow like there was a knife in it that she couldn’t quite pull out.
She didn’t have anyone to talk to about this. She was terrified to be a mother. She had no guidance in that department. She had lost her mom at an early age and she hated her stepmother. Who would guide her? Who would be her support system when it was time to pursue her career? What if Demi’s love changed after they shared a baby? She wouldn’t be able to handle abandonment and a baby. She was scheduled to terminate this pregnancy in two days but her mind was all over the place. She needed to talk to him, see him, and cry to him, but he was M.I.A. His absence just reinforced her belief that he would fail her if she kept this baby.
