His chef still came twice a week, so I only cooked an average of three days a week because the chef made sure we had enough for leftovers. I also had two very talented MUA’s working in my makeup bar so if I was busy or just needed a few days off, I referred people requesting service from me to one of them. Being on a reality television show and being the fiancée of an NFL player had casually thrown me into the category of being a celebrity MUA. When other reality television stars, entertainers, or social media influencers reached out to me a lot of them requested that I come to them, and I charged a traveling fee.
Business was great, and I had no complaints as far as my personal life. I was nervous about the upcoming season because I wanted to support my man, but I also didn’t want the girls to feel deserted. I didn’t want to be traveling more than I was at home. Hymn told me he understood that I wouldn’t be at every away game, and it wasn’t a problem. Still, I wanted to make at least two of his out of town games a month. My parents, Josie, or Corey’s trifling ass could keep the girls when I did go.
Filming for season two would be wrapping up in a few weeks, and I was glad. Anytime having cameras in my face or dealing with catty females started to get on my nerves, I thought about all the exposure being on television was getting my business. The way my social media platforms were growing, and the checks. All those things were important to me because no matter how in love I was, I was never again going to sit back and not make my own money. I had even been brainstorming on starting my own beauty line. Of course, I could make it happen with Hymn investing in me, but I wanted to be able to do the bulk of it on my own.
He had already told his sister if their mother remained clean for one year, he was going to buy her a house. I wanted to help add to my man’s life and not always take away even if he didn’t mind being a provider. After a hot shower and my skincare routine, I brushed my teeth, and got dressed. I decided on a cute leopard print corset with black spandex pants and black Louboutin wedge heels. I had been on the go a lot lately, so I chose to rock a wig that was cut into a blunt cut bob. Curling my real hair on days when I was sick of buns and ponytails was too time consuming when I was on a time crunch.
Downstairs, Hymn was in the kitchen pouring shots for us. When he saw me, he bit his bottom lip, and I blushed. His ogling me like I was the prettiest girl in the world to him would never grow old. Ever. Hymn entered my personal space with a shot glass in hand. With his free hand, he fingered the diamond necklace he’d gifted me.
“I got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain.”
“And do,” I agreed with a smile before taking the glass from him.
We tapped our glasses together before consuming what was inside. I was walking toward the front door when Hymn wrapped his arm around me from behind and placed his face in the crook of my neck. “I love you.” His voice was muffled as he sniffed my skin.
“I love you too.”
In the car, Hymn gripped my thigh as he drove. “My mom texted me earlier and showed me the shoes she bought for the wedding. She’s excited. She’s never been to a wedding before.”
“Really?” I glanced over at him. He nodded, and I could tell he was stressed. Every day was a case of him holding his breath hoping his mother wouldn’t relapse.
“She’s ready to party,” he chuckled.
“Her eyes lit up when she tried on her dress and got fitted for it. The women in the boutique offered everyone glasses of champagne, and she declined. She’s really trying.” I reached over and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I know. It’s bothering her that Huncho is still being standoffish, but he’s probably afraid of the same thing as me and Divine. I know he doesn’t want to get close to her then watch her relapse. It’s not even that if she gets back on drugs, we’d judge her and stop loving her. She’s just a different person when she’s on drugs. Her family isn’t a priority. She can go six months without seeing or talking to us, and it doesn’t bother her in the least.”
“That’s how it works with most addicts. Instead of worrying about the future just enjoy her now in the present.”
“That’s a good idea.”
Hymn and I had a great date night. The movie we saw was good, and the food we ate was delicious. We’d only been at home for ten minutes before his dick was down my throat. Relaxing my throat, I flexed my tongue and inched down slowly until Hymn’s tip was touching my tonsils.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
Moving my head up and down, I hummed on the dick and gently caressed his balls. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft before circling my tongue over the tip and sucking him back into my wet mouth before popping him out of my mouth and spitting on the dick.
“Sit on my face.” His voice came out in a deep rumble.
I slurped Hymn’s dick clean before straddling him and doing as he asked. My stomach caved in as his tongue slid down my middle. His low hums sent vibrations through my pussy that had me closing my eyes and throwing my head back. Cupping both breasts in my hands, I rode his face slowly enjoying the feel ofhis tongue gliding over my folds. When Hymn’s mouth locked around my clit, my body jerked slightly.
“Hymn,” I moaned.
He gripped my ass cheeks and probed my middle deeper with his tongue.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, baby,” I whispered while squeezing my eyes shut. It felt like tiny surges of electricity were surging through my body as my stomach muscles tightened.
“Ummmmmmmmm,” Hymn lapped at my juices like they were quenching his thirst.
Once my body stopped trembling, I eased down his body and parted his lips with my tongue. I rubbed my pussy on his dick while we kissed deeply. When he reached for his member, I lifted my hips slightly, and he found his way inside of me. Hymn cupped my face with his large hands, and I peered into his eyes.
“I love the fuck outta you. You know that?”
“I know. I love you too.”
“You better.” He hit my left cheek then the right one before sucking my breast into his mouth. Never in my life had I almost had an orgasm from getting my nipples sucked until Hymn. He had a way of working his tongue that would put me right at the edge, and his dick would bring it home.
The first time it happened, I thought I was tripping, but every time my man gave my nipples his undivided attention, it made my pussy a little wetter and before long, I was erupting.
