“I knew it was bullshit but I didn’t argue. He came in and I told him to let himself out. Then, I went upstairs to change… Minutes pass by and he’s in my room.”
“And in that coochie,” Irish finished for her.
Cali broke out into a fit of laughter. “I tried to fight him off but he kissed the back of my neck and he knows I’m weak when that happens.”
“I can’t believe y’all fucked after hating each other.”
“I don't hate Rio.” Her voice softened. “I still love him but I know we would never get back together.”
“It’s possible, though, Cali. If he traveled all the way here for your birthday, that should say something.”
She shook her head. “I think moving on is best for us. Rio will never forgive me for what I did and I’m okay with that. I once wanted us to get back together but I’m good now. I've made peace with our ending.”
“Yeah, I know you did once you got that farewell dick.”
Cali chortled. “Girl and it was so damn good. When I tell you that man put me to sleep… I didn’t even see him out. I woke up naked the next morning with music still playing.”
“Damn.” Irish hugged herself. “I miss those nights when Noble would put me to sleep. Ugh, I miss him so much. I’ve been dying inside without him.”
“Girl, call him.”
“No, I just wanna enjoy my birthday without dealing with the drama in my life. I’ll figure out what to do once I get back to Florida.”
“What if that’s not an option? What if you're forced to deal with your relationship?”
Irish shook her head. “Nope, I’m good.”
“Whatever.”
The two continued to talk until they arrived back at Cali’s place. Irish went into the bedroom and stripped out of her clothes. She sat her phone on the vanity and played Ari Lennox’sPretzel. While humming to the music, she showered and thought of Noble. Every crevice of her body missed him. She wished she’d bottled him up before leaving St. Parklynn. That way she could have sipped on him whenever she was in need.
Her hands roamed down her small bump and landed on her clit. Closing her eyes, she rubbed it as thoughts of Noble kissing on her neck emerged inside her mind. It took no time for Irish’s orgasm to arrive. This was pathetic but she needed a release and only images of her man could get her off.
“Oooh,” she whispered, pressing her hand against the wall to keep herself from falling. Panting, she released a sigh. After washing up, Irish got out the shower and washed her face. She then wrapped a towel around her body and entered the room. Checking her phone, she wished she saw a notification from Noble. Her birthday was tomorrow and the only present she wished to have was him.
Let it go for the night…
Taking the towel off, she moisturized her body then wrapped it in a silk robe. Grabbing her makeup bag, she heard a knock at the door.
“Come in.”
Knock, knock
“Come in, girl.” She chuckled.
Knock, knock
“Oh, my goodness,” she groaned, shuffling toward the door. “Girl, you're doing the—” Irish’s words came to a sudden halt when she realized who was on the other side of the door.
Noble peered at her, wearing a smirk that sent chills up her spine. He smelled divine, dressed down in a Moncler jogging suit. His haircut was fresh with a sharp lining. His facial hair was lined flawlessly as a simple diamond necklace danced around his neck.
Irish inhaled, feeling faint just from his presence alone. Weeks of not being with him had taken a toll on Irish. Now as he stood in front of her, gazing down with those deep pools of chocolate, she didn’t know how to convey how much she’d missed him.
“What are you doing here?” she uttered.
“I’ll tell you if you let me in.”
Stepping to the side, she allowed him access inside the room. Irish closed the door and turned to him.
