“Okay, Mr. B. I got them,” Carsyn replied. Basil took my hand and led me down the hall to the billiard room. I was nervous as we entered the room, and he pinned me against the wall, out of sight.
“You can keep trying to avoid having a conversation with me, but we both know we need to have one. I know you may feel guilty about what you allowed me to do to you, but I have no regrets. I’ve been wanting to taste you since the moment I met you. But I respected your boundaries. Now that we crossed that line, I’m trying to eat that shit every night.”
“Basil . . .” I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs together.
“I’ve been going through withdrawals, Ms. Alicia. That creamy-ass pussy on my tongue . . . Mmm.” He moaned in my ear. “I need that.” The way his tongue slid from my neck to my ear before he sucked my earlobe melted me. He secured his arm around my waist to prevent me from falling. My knees went weak, and I couldn’t stop my hands from wrapping around his toned waist. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Basil . . .” I breathed, pulling away.
“It’s Baye to you.”
“I—we can’t do this.”
“We can. I want to serve you, Ms. Alicia. Anything you need, I’m at your service. If you need that pussy ate, I got you. You want this dick, it’s available whenever you need it. Fuck that boss/employee business. Feel me?”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough. I know that I love your kids and will always make sure you and them are protected. Whatever you need, your wish is my command.”
“I’m scared. I don’t even know anything about you. I don’t know your family, your history, besides professionally, and I don’t know what your intentions are. I’m in the middle of a divorce . . . That should run you away from me. Obviously, I’m not wife material,” I told him, being honest.
“What did I tell you, Alicia?”
I noticed when he wasn’t in manny mode, he called me Alicia instead of putting the “miss” in front of my name. “You told me a lot of things.”
“I told you that you’re worthy of love. You’re worthy of being honored, uplifted, and protected. The fact that you’re going through a divorce and still manage to pull yourself together every day for your kids is fucking admirable. It shows me that you’re strong and able to withstand any storm that comes your way. You’re a queen, and I’m ready and willing to do all the things that nigga wouldn’t do. But I’m on your time. I’m patient and willing to wait for you whenever you’re ready. If you need some validation, then let me be the one to tell you that that pussy is fucking delicious, and I can’t wait for you to sit it on my face.”
“Mommy! Mr. B! Where are you?” Chloe called out.
Basil backed away from me and licked his lips. “If you think I’m coming on too strong, let me know. I know how to code-switch. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable.”
I took a deep breath, then looked at him. “Let’s slow it down. I don’t want to confuse my kids.” As much as it hurt for me to say that, I knew I had to shut this down before it went any further. Basil had the potential to make me fall. I needed and wanted to get out of this divorce first before I even allowed him to think he had a chance with me.
Even with how Leo did me, I was still hurt behind it because I thought he was my everything. I needed to know more about Basil to make sure I wasn’t making a mistake by allowing him to pursue me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t go through another heartbreak. So, even though I wanted to feel that magical tongue between my legs, I knew I had to play this smart, or I would, once again, put myself and my children through more bullshit that I didn’t want or need.
Back In Michigan
Two weeks later . . .
Since we’d been back from Florida, things between Alicia and I had been cordial. I hated that she put a barrier between us, but I understood it completely. I crossed the line and let her experience what my mouth could do. I knew I fucked up, but I didn’t regret it at all. The only thing I regretted was her taking me off weekends. That meant that she didn’t want me around when she didn’t have to work. It was cool because it gave me time to kick it with my best friend and plan his coming home party.
I admit that I did miss hanging out with the kids on the weekend, but I respected her pulling away the way she did. She was still tied to that fuck nigga, whether they were together or not. I knew how love worked. She had been with him for years, and from my understanding, he was all she had known since her early twenties. It was hard to let go of the familiar. That much, I knew, but I just wanted her to see that there was life outside ofthat. There was someone better, willing, and waiting to give her the love she deserved.
On the fishing trip with her pops, I felt out of place, but he made things seem less awkward, especially since Carsyn was with us. My thoughts drifted to that day, and it made me smile, knowing he actually approved of me being with his daughter.
When we went fishing, our conversation let me know that he trusted me to make the right decision with her, and I also respected him when he threw out a threat later. In due time, she was going to be mine. And when she surrendered her heart to me, I promised to take good care of it.
Since it was Saturday, I was off and decided to pull up on Tray at the bar for happy hour. When I touched down from Florida, I went straight to his mom’s crib to see him. We kicked it for hours as I caught him up on what’d been happening over the past five years.
Stepping out of my Bentley GT, I headed inside Nefertiti’s and spotted him at the end of the bar, smoking a cigar with a drink in front of him.
“My guy. What’s good wit’ you?” I asked when I approached him.
“My nigga. What’s happenin’?” he asked, slapping palms with me while I took a seat next to him.
“Nothing much. You ready for next weekend?” I asked. The bartender approached, and I ordered a shot of Hennessy.
“Fuck yeah! I need you to find me a bitch with some good snatch. The one I had was blew the fuck out. Couldn’t even feel shit.”
