“I won’t. Amill is probably going to try to convince me to buy her a car after what your son told her.”
“I don’t see anything wrong with that. I hope you aren’t one of those dads who tries to scare off her date,” Marissa eyed me.
I wrapped my arms around her and scooped her up in my arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as she cupped my cheeks to initiate a kiss. I devoured them this time. Swirling my tongue around in her mouth until she finally pulled away. I felt her kiss the top of my head, leaving the remnants of her gloss behind. I shook my head from side to side, fast and loose, like one of those rubber ducks kids smack around becausethat shit sent electricity through me. Marissa’s jovial chuckles made me smile.
“Do it again,” I encouraged.
Her juicy lips pressed against my scalp again. “I’ll even rub it for good luck,” she bubbled.
“I wanna make you mine, Marissa.”
“I’m already yours,” she confirmed, kissing my lips again.
“Mama Marissa at it again,” Boy Corey’s voice pulled us apart, and Marissa slowly slipped from my hands.
“You heading out already?” She inquired.
“Yeah, my mom FaceTimed me and saw all the food, so she asked me to bring her a plate,” he explained.
“Okay. Make sure you tell her I said hi. Drive safely.”
“I got you,” Boy Corey nodded.
We waved as he pulled off, and I went into the house to grab Amill’s moody ass so we could go home.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Marissa Bentley
Yaseer left my house about an hour ago, and I already missed him. My house was full of people yapping, and having a good time, but I wanted to be up under Yaseer. Instead of fighting the feelings, I was ready to succumb, and for the first time since we met, I texted him first. The feeling was foreign after being in a marriage with Quinten for all of these years and being alone for the last year.
Me: I miss you.
Yaseer: I miss you too. But I already told you we can link. As soon as we got home Amill went in her room to sit on the phone with her friends and I been in the office going through emails.
I opened the thread to reply, but there was a knock at the door.
“I got it!” Girl Quori called out.
Me: I need to get rid of these kids so I can let you taste this lip gloss again. Everybody is still here.
Yaseer: I’m trying to taste both sets of lips. It’s almost been a week. A nigga is feigning.
Me: Me too. I’m about to get rid of them. Then you can come back over here since Lil Q isn’t coming home tonight.
Yaseer: I’m on my way to you as soon as you say the word.
“Dad?” Girl Quori’s befuddled tone instantly wiped the smile off my face. Every head in the living room turned towards the hallway to see if Quinten was really here. I climbed to my feet, ready to send his ass far away from my house, but I was too late because he was barging past Girl Quori.
“What y’all having a party over here? What’s the special occasion?” Quinten’s smug smile made my skin crawl.
His head swiveled around the room, and I caught a glimpse of the back of his bald head. Somehow, he carved enough time into his schedule to tattoo the back of his peanut ass head. This man was a walking midlife crisis if I’d ever seen one. It seemed like he had time for a little bit of everything besides his kids.
“Well, if you gave a damn about your kids, you would’ve known that Lil Q’s homecoming is today, and Quincy had a Fall Ball game earlier. He’s been gone for about an hour. You missed him now, please leave.”
“I’m here to see my sons,” he replied.
“So just your sons?” Girl Quori huffed, folding her arms across her chest.
