“See what stalking your TikTok got me? Pure bliss. Right there on your face,” I said, smiling as I leaned against the counter, taking my time watching the show that was Marissa. “That’s all I need. I’m playing the long game.”
Marissa finished her slice of cheesecake, then placed the fork down on the plate with a look of satisfaction on her face. Her eyes locked onto me, and this time there was an unmistakable glint dancing in her eyes. She was no longer looking at me as the man who made a few disparaging comments about her son or the one who had broken into her hotel suite with a masseuse. She was seeing something else now. Something more dangerous. More permanent.
She studied me like a riddle she suddenly wanted to solve. And I felt it. Something inside me ignited and spread like heat through my chest because the feeling was mutual. And if she was really seeing me now, I had no intention of letting her look away.
“Welllll,” Marissa’s words dragged as she noticed the tent in my pants.
“Ohhhhhh you’re going to be in trouble,” Amill’s snickering tore my stare from Marissa.
She stumbled into the house with her cousins from her mother’s side right on her heels. I was desperate to impress Marissa, and the fact that Amill was out on the yacht slipped my mind. Her cousins remained close to the back sliding glass door, and I stood from the counter, clearing my throat.
“Marissa, this is my daughter Amill. Amill, this is Marissa.” I offered introductions.
“Hi Marissa, it’s nice to meet you,” she greeted her.
“It’s nice to meet you as well.”
Amill strutted over in our direction, and Marissa quickly moved in front of me, shielding most of my body from my daughter. I was thankful for that because Amill’s nosey ass didn’t stop walking until she was right next to Marissa and me. “I just had to see you up close, make sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me because I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing my dad with a woman. I was starting to wonder if we’d be at a pride event in the near future.”
That comment did it and even the feel of Marissa’s ass pressing against my hard dick couldn’t keep me up. “Don’t play with me, Amill.”
“I’m just saying,” she chuckled. “You are a fashionable baddie, Marissa. Now this I can get behind.” Amill bubbled, raising her hand and tapping her pointer and middle finger together. “Clock it.”
“Period!” Amill’s cousins yelled from the living room.
Marissa blushed and I could get used to this shit. They were already meshing well.
“So how long have you two been dating? When is the wedding?” She pointed between us.
“Alright Amill, we about to head out before you think you can interrogate us,” I cut in. The last thing I needed Amill to know was the truth about how we ended up here eating cheesecake.“I’ll be back to pick you up at 9. Make sure you and your cousins don’t tear the place up.”
“We won’t!” Amill called back as I ushered Marissa towards the door.
I exhaled when we made it outside. “I can already tell she runs you. How old is she?”
“Eighteen going on fucking thirty,” I admitted with a chuckle. “Our kids are in the same age range, so that works out perfectly.”
“You really were all up in my business, huh?” Marissa inquired.
“I had to do my research,” I admitted, opening her door so she could climb in. “Shit, let me go grab the cheesecake for you to take home.”
I closed her door and jogged back into the house. The girls were no longer occupying the first floor; they were probably upstairs in Amill’s room. Grabbing the cheesecake from the counter, I rushed back out the door to find the driveway empty. My mouth flew open, and my head tilted to the side. She couldn’t run forever.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marissa Bentley
Speeding across MacArthur Causeway Bridge, I placed a call to Karina. Everything was happening too fast, shit was too perfect to be true, and I panicked. A debriefing was very much needed. When I first went to stand in front of Yaseer to hide his growing erection, I found myself drifting from the conversation taking place in front of me and fantasizing about what he could do with a dick that felt long and girthy.
“If you calling me already that means you didn’t let that man scratch that cat. I hate that for you, friend,”she lectured through pants.
“Girl, I think he was broke. His fucking cards kept declining at the restaurant,”I grumbled.
“Where you at? Why the hell you breathing so hard?”
“I’m in my backyard on my walking pad before it gets dark. I can’t believe you ended up paying for your own date.”
“The story doesn’t end there bitch. When I finally say fuck it and pull out my card to pay for dinner, the same dude that I was telling you about last night comes over and pays for the meal.”
