Making it to the lobby, I left the building, and so did my light-heartedness from spending time with my family. The gloominess of the dark clouds that were rolling in over Milly Grove was symbolic of the way I was feeling inside. Playtime for JJ was over. It was now time for Slash to come out to play.
Pulling onto the block of the empty neighborhood, I cut the engine of my truck as I finished my blunt. Usually, I would do my lurking in the quiet of the night, but today, I was anxious. It was time for me to get a hands-on assessment of all things Blossom Reid.
Exiting my truck, I pulled my ball cap over my head to not only block the beaming sun but also my face. No one was outside, but I didn’t have my normal hooded attire, so I was trying not to draw any attention to myself. After walking half the block, I looked up and noticed I was approaching her brick townhome. It looked small compared to my house near Mills Manor, but from the layout, I knew it was cozy enough for her.
Ascending the porch stairs, I reached into my pocket and removed the key that my brother made for me. He was a fucking genius and could get his hands on anything I asked for. Jamir, being Jamir, asked a million questions that I refused to answer. I’d initially asked for intel on Blossom because of the night at John’s, but her being Rowan’s sister was just another reason to spy and pry. I’d made it clear to Jamir that for me to get ahold of Rowan, I needed to know who mattered to him the most, and at the time, I figured that person would be Blossom. I asked him to bug her home and office with cameras that would pick up video and audio. He was able to infiltrate the businesses that cleaned her office and home to place the devices everywhere and get keys to her townhouse made. My baby brother was really like that, and I was very appreciative because I’d been watching live feeds from her job and house for days.
Once inside the house, I quietly closed the door behind me. Closing my eyes, I took in the sugary, lemon-smelling candlesmixed with the freshly cleaned linen scent. Blossom was a neat freak and didn’t play about cleanliness. It had taken me a couple of days to find the time to make this unwelcome visit, but I wanted to study her and learn her routine before I invited myself into her space. Today was Wednesday, and I knew she usually worked until six and then went to the gym until eight-thirty. I had about three hours to look around and leave before she returned for the night. Walking further into the townhouse, the tips of my fingers ran along the back of her charcoal gray couch, grazing the throw blanket that she would use when she curled up and watched that ghetto shit she loved. Plants and photos were strategically placed in the corners of the room on the walls, mantels, and side tables.
Walking along the fireplace, I took in various pictures of her from over the years: her graduation with her parents, birthday dinners with Rowan, lounging and vacations with Stacy, and last but not least, date nights with her man.
“Well, what do we have here?” I asked myself as I removed the frame with my gloved fingers. “I knew she didn’t have a nigga fucking her right when I met her.”
When I discovered that TJ was Blossom’s bitch, I found it comical. My brief run-in with Blossom told me she was soft and naturally submissive. I didn’t want to assume she was a pushover, but I could tell she was used to someone else taking the lead for her. If that was the case, she had no business being engaged to Detective Tyreek Hines, Jr.
The night of the gala, I watched them together. They were meant to be just as much as oil and water. Blossom was the prettiest woman I’d ever seen, and she had no business being with a hoe-ass nigga like TJ. Rowan wouldn’t have been able to say two words to her before his tongue was withering away on the floor. I could have very well snatched him the night he crashed the gala in his drunken state, but my sights were set onBlossom. His time was coming, and when it got here, I wanted him to be sober and aware of his demise.
Placing the picture back onto the mantel, I continued to assess her living space. Her entire downstairs was spotless without even a speck of dust in sight. Her kitchen was stocked with fruits, vegetables, and various protein shakes. I wasn’t surprised by her daily diet, given that she spent a lot of time at the gym. Baby girl was careful about the things she put into that body of hers, and I liked that because it showed she was disciplined.
Speaking of her body, I squeezed my dick a few times before adjusting it as I walked up the stairs in search of her bedroom. Being here, in her personal space, was intoxicating. Thoughts of her and me marking every room in her cozy dwelling came to the surface and had my dick getting heavy. Since meeting her, I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind. It was so bad that I found myself waking in the middle of the night, beating my dick to thoughts of her letting me taste that pussy. Finding her bedroom, my body reacted even more, and I chuckled because I was starting to feel like a little bitch.
“So this is where you lay your pretty little head?” I leaned down, smelling the pillows as my dick ached from the remnants of her sleep.
“Is this where you touch yourself at night, Blossom?” I asked myself as I walked over and traced her silk sheets with my fingers.
“Do you think about me when you’re stroking that pretty pussy of yours? I know for certain you’re not dreaming of that bitch-made nigga.”
Reaching into her nightstand, I rummaged carefully until I found her pink bullet. I’d watched Blossom pleasure herself multiple nights with her little friend. The night of the gala, I discreetly followed her and TJ outside. I listened to her shoutinto the night that she was embarrassed by the things her brother had said. It angered me that he downplayed her feelings and made it seem as if she was the problem because she was a virgin. Her being untouched iced my veins, making me want her in the worst way. Knowing that no man, especially my bitch-ass cousin, had had the pleasure of pushing inside of her, pleased me.
“And you know why, nigga,” I said to myself.
Placing her toy back where I found it, I continued to snoop inside her drawers. I felt like a creep as my eyes ogled her underwear. Picking up a black see-through thong, I wrapped it around my fingers, inhaling deeply. I shivered at the faint smell of her. I was nearing insanity, and I needed to reel that shit back in. Common sense should have told me to put her garments back the way I found them and leave. Common sense should have told me I was wrong for invading her privacy and that I needed to leave her home. Common sense should have told me trying to fuck this girl, knowing she was a virgin, was flawed as hell. Unfortunately for everyone, common sense had left a long time ago and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.
Placing the sexy black panties in my pocket, I decided it was best that I leave her bedroom. As I turned to walk out of the room, I noticed a pair of shoes behind her bedroom door that surely didn’t belong to her. Walking over, I saw it was a pair of men's work boots.
“Get this shit outta here.”
Kicking the shoes into the hallway and down the stairs, I continued walking from room to room on the second floor. As I searched through the other two bedrooms and closets, I memorized everything I could about her space. Her presence was in every room I walked in, and part of me hoped that she would feel me once I was gone. Blossom was addictive, and addiction was known to drive the sanest men over the edge.
Making it back downstairs, I glanced at my watch and realized it was time for me to go. I doubled back into her kitchen to get a bottle of water and a trash bag. Standing in the kitchen, I gulped the water down, looking around to make sure nothing was out of place. Everything was where it was supposed to be, and now it was time for me to leave. On the way out the door, I bent down, grabbing TJ’s boots. Locking the door behind me, I looked up and down the street and noticed it was still empty. Pulling my ball cap back down over my eyes, I whistled as I walked to the end of the curb and placed the bag in a nearby trash can.
As I walked the block back to my truck, I eased inside, where my thoughts were now filled with Rowan and his little sister. Her being connected to his ass and also the woman who saw me leaving John’s house that night was one hell of a coincidence. While Blossom was becoming an itch I couldn’t scratch yet, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if I had to because of her connection to Rowan. Her getting caught in the crossfire would be that nigga’s fault, and from what I’d seen so far, he wouldn’t give a damn. My plan for now was to have a little fun with her as the chips continued to fall where they may.
“Dr. McKnight, do you mind tagging the three vials over there and taking them up to Sheena for testing? I want to rule out potential blood poisoning for the deceased.”
Peering over my shoulder, I locked eyes with Dr. Massey as I finished washing my hands. We’d just completed the third autopsy of our shift, and I was ready to take my ass home. Of all the shifts we would work, nights had always been my least favorite. I was a firm believer that I needed to be in my bed atnight. It was all good, though, because my vacation was coming up soon.
“You sure you’re going to be able to manage the workload while I’m gone, old man?” I dried my hands as I eyed him. “I can always reschedule if I need to.”
“Nonsense!” He waved me off, handing me the tray that held the blood samples. “I’ve heard you on the phone with your siblings, and they’re more excited about spending time together as a family than anything. I do have a favor to ask.”
“Yeah?” I grabbed my keys from my desk because once I dropped this shit off at the lab, I was headed out. “What’s that?”
“Can you get Flash to sign a football for me? It will look great in my Reapers collection case.”
Chuckling, I promised him that I would get Jax to hook him up. Dr. Massey loved the Reapers and knew I could get him anything he wanted when it came to my brother. He used my connection to the team to his full advantage, too, often getting memorabilia that would one day sell for big money online.
Letting him know I would see him in a few days, I left the morgue and headed upstairs. Once in the elevator, I threw my head back and took a deep breath. I was fucking exhausted and couldn't wait to lie my ass down. Feeling my phone vibrate, I sighed as I pulled it from my pocket. I had a few missed calls and messages, but the most recent one caused me to grin like a bitch.
