“And in that dresser, the top row is full of panties. Only thing I didn’t know was your bra size, so I left that alone. But I can have Ellis go grab you some as soon as you tell me your size.”
Marissa’s eyes shimmered as she looked back at me.
“You did all of this for me? After knowing me for a week?”
I placed my towel across my neck to free up my hands so I could grab Marissa’s.
“I can see a future with you for real. What’s up with the divorce?”
Marissa dropped her head, the twinkle in her eye fading, and I felt bad for asking, but I was desperate to know.
“My ex-husband is holding up the divorce. He won’t agree to the division of assets, and produced a prenup that I truly don’t remember signing.”
“Fuck that nigga, I got you. Just let that shit go so we can move forward.”
“No, it’s the principle. I have my own money. All I really want is the house our kids grew up in.”
“Why? I’ll never live in a house where you laid up with another nigga. We don’t need that property.”
“We huh?” Marissa rolled her eyes. “By your logic, I guess you need a new house too because I’m not trying to lay up in a house where you had other bitches. Matter of fact, you need a new bed before I’ll sleep in that one.”
“See, that’s where you got me fucked up at. You’re the only woman who has ever been around Amill, so you’re the only woman that’s ever been in my house or bed. These shelves on that side of the closet have been empty, waiting for you to come claim them since I had it renovated.”
“You really like me, huh?”
“I do. Or else you wouldn’t be here right now.”
“I like you too,” she flirted, dropping the towel and pulling the violet silk robe from the hanger.
I came up on her from behind, my dick hard again at the sight of her bare curves sashaying across the carpeted closet. “You like me enough to let me make a mess in that pussy right after cleaning you up?” I inquired, gripping her waist and placing her onto the closet island that stood in the middle of the floor, dividing his and her sides of the closet.
I squeezed her thighs and buried my face between her legs, swirling my tongue around her clit before she could answer. The only response was her loud moans while her nails ran across my scalp. Marissa was addictive, and I’d never get enough of her.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Marissa Bentley
After that blissful day at Yaseer’s house, we saw each other daily. Amill hit it off with Jameera at the Fall Ball game and they exchanged numbers. She came over to my house twice this week while her dad was at work to hang with Lil Q and Jameera. I was thankful that Lil Q was cool with Yaseer because I couldn’t, in good faith, date him if it truly upset my sons.
Today it was Amill’s turn to attend homecoming, and I cleared my schedule to treat her to a spa day. I knew what it was like to experience these types of events without my mother, and in the midst of the joyous occasion, grief would always sneak in. Getting to know Amill was also heartwarming. Yaseer had an amazing daughter on his hands.
We laid on the tables silently enjoying our massages until Amill started talking.
“So Marissa,” she started, and I knew her ass was about to hit me with something to get me in trouble by her tone.
“Yes,” I turned to face her.
“There is a party after homecoming that I really want to go to. I’ve had a strict midnight curfew since last year. I feel like I should be extended a little more grace on nights like this. Especially when Lil Q and Jameera told me they got a hotel room and didn’t come home that night.”
“I uhhhh,” I faltered. “How long are you trying to stay out until?”
“I don’t know. Maybe two at least. Homecoming is over at eleven. That’s literally only enough time for us to come straight home. What about two? I can get to the party and stay for an hour, maybe an hour and a half, before I head home.”
“Amill, I know that Lil Q has a lot of freedom, but he was just raised differently. I’ll mention something to Yaseer, but I can’t make any promises. I don’t want to be in the middle,” I laughed.
“He’s just so strict. I never do anything I shouldn’t and I feel like I deserve a little grace. That’s why I want to move away when I graduate. He will not be breathing down my neck until I’m twenty-five. I know that’s his plan, I can feel it,” she vented, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her animated ass. “Jameera was telling me about her aunt offering her and a friend an internship in Tokyo. I love shoes, and you see how I dress. The fits are always giving. I could see myself doing something in fashion, but when I brought up the idea of going he shot me down.”
“I know it has to be frustrating, but Yaseer is coming from a place of love. With that said, I hear you, and I’m going to try to help Yaseer see your side if you promise not to do anything stupid. I couldn’t imagine getting him to extend your time tonight, and you go out here and do anything crazy.”
