“Was it because I fell asleep?”
“No, because this dick would’ve woken you up. It was because you’re not ready.”
“I haven’t had sex in over two years. I’m definitely ready.”
“Your pussy is ready, your heart might even be ready, but your mind is still questioning my motives. I want all of you, baby.”
“You don’t think oral sex is the same?”
“As much as you enjoyed the pleasure my mouth provided, when I put this dick in your life, you might just lose your mind. I’m not saying that to be cocky. I’m saying it because God told me you were my wife, so I don’t want to fumble you. When I penetrate you, I won’t just be penetrating your pussy. I’m coming for all of you. If you’re not ready, it could fuck up everything.”
I had no idea that my one question would lead to a response that would leave me speechless, with hard nipples and a wet pussy. I decided I was done talking for a minute and focused on my breakfast.
“What are your plans today?” Graham asked after a few minutes had passed.
“Not much. Naomi and my mom made plans with Keelan, so he won’t be home until later.”
“Can I take you somewhere?”
“Sure. How should I dress?”
“Comfortably.”
“Okay.”
We finished eating and cleaned the kitchen together. It was nice but strange because Victor only came into the kitchen for food. He didn’t wash a single dish or load the dishwasher the whole time we were together.
“I’m gonna head home and get dressed. How much time do you need?”
“About an hour.”
“Cool. I’ll be back in an hour.”
As I walked him to the front door, Que began barking. I didn’t pay him any mind because I assumed he was making a fuss because he didn’t want Graham to leave. Graham wrapped me in his arms, and I looked up at him, puckering my lips for a kiss. He pressed his lips against mine as his hands traveled down to my ass for a squeeze.
Unfortunately, when I opened the door, I realized the real reason Que was barking. Victor was parked in front of my house. My entire mood went to hell, and Graham could tell that my energy had shifted.
“You give him too much power, baby. Don’t let him upset you.”
I’d had a great night and was having a great morning. The last thing I wanted to do was go back and forth with my ex. I didn’t have the bandwidth to deal with him and his bullshit on any day, but especially not today. Que felt the same way because he was going crazy.
“Can you put him in his cage for me?” I asked Graham.
He nodded and took Que by his collar. While he was back there, he must have calmed him down because his barking ceased. I stepped onto the porch and watched in disgust as Victor approached my house. He walked as if he was the coolest nigga on the planet when, in reality, he was the lamest.
“How can I help you?” I asked.
“We need to talk.”
“You never have to come to my house for us to talk. Calling, texting, or emailing work just as well; actually, even better.”
“Aye, I’m not about to talk through this door. If I kick this bitch down, I’ll be wrong.”
“If you kick this bitch down, you’ll be on the ground with it getting your face stomped,” Graham said from behind me.
“The fuck is this? You laying up with this nigga in front of my son?”
“What do you want, Victor?” I asked, hoping to stick to the reason for his visit.
