“Her name is Sunjiya, and yeah, she’s upstairs. She’ll be down in a minute,” he assures his mother and she smiles.
When Akeem exits, in true Debrah fashion, she takes herself on a tour of their home for the weekend. She was drawn in the minute Ahmad pulled into the circular driveway. This home makes a statement and the open-concept inside invites connection and comfort.
From the foyer, she ventures into the living room, which features plush seating and a large, mounted television. She smiles, knowing her husband will spend a lot of time in front of the TV. Back home, they only have two, neither is as large as this.
Just beyond the living room, a gorgeous dining area centering around a stunning glass table, was perfect for themeal she’d prepare for Quise tomorrow. The area is beautifully decorated like the living room. In fact, every space feels artfully composed, blending clean contemporary lines with bold design elements and stunning artwork throughout, even the sleek, fully equipped kitchen. It’s enormous and stocked with all the essentials and appliances.
Outside the kitchen is a small bar and smaller dining room. Further down are two bedrooms, another primary suite, and the guest bedroom. She mentally claims the primary for her and her husband and assigns the guestroom to Axton. Right when she walks toward the glass door leading to the expansive patio and sparkling pool, she hears Akeem and Ahmad and abandons her mission. She joins them in the living room.
“We’re going to take the big bedroom down the hall and your brother can have the other. I don’t want him having to learn the stairs,” she says, sounding too concerned for Axton.
“He is fine with stairs,” Akeem counters and his dad nods in agreement.
“Right. He’s got stairs at his home. He can take the bedroom down here, and if Quise wants to stay, he can get the one upstairs. You said there’s four, right?” she asks Akeem.
“Yeah, it’s four. But let Axton decide when he gets here,” Akeem suggests before taking her two large suitcases and his dad’s duffle to the room.
When he walks out, his dad is comfortable in the leather recliner in the living room and his mom is fully checking out the kitchen. The fridge and pantry have a few items because Sunjiya placed a delivery order as soon as they got up this morning.
“Is she asleep?” his mom asks impatiently. She’s dying to meet the lady who has her son all wrapped up. While he’s dated a few women since the divorce, she hasn’t met any of them. She has high hopes for Sunjiya.
“Let me go check,” he responds.
“Please,” she says while grinning from ear to ear.
“Why you smiling so damn hard?” he teases.
“Because I’m happy. I’m with my favorite son. My grandbaby is going to homecoming tonight and I’m about to meet the new lady in your life. Let me be happy.”
“I’ll let you have that but we both know Axton is the favorite,” he says before walking out.
“Whoever’s in front of me is my favorite,” she utters before reopening the fridge to put away her packs of sausage and frozen trinity mix. She places the rice and beans in the pantry next. After grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge, she joins her husband in the living room. “You hungry yet, honey?” she asks.
“I’m getting there.”
“There’s a few items in there. I can fix you a sandwich to hold you until Axton comes. I’m thinking we can take Quise to lunch or something before the dance.”
“What kind of sandwich?”
“Turkey or ham. There’s both. She must have went shopping because you know your son didn’t,” she says with a grin.
“You just behave when they come down here,” he warns playfully.
While rubbing his leg, she smiles and says, “I always behave, honey.”
Upstairs, Sunjiya is fully dressed and refreshed, trying to keep Akeem’s hands and lips off her. “Stop kissing me. You’re going to mess up my lipstick,” she says giddily.
“You got more,” he says before kissing her again.
When she feels herself sinking into him, she reluctantly pulls back and places her hand on his chest. “Akeem, come on. You’re not playing fair. I need to go down there looking presentable,” she says sternly.
“You look beautiful. I’m just trying to kiss you, that’s all. But if you want me to stop, I can. I’ll just kiss you down there.”
“I swear to God you will not. You’re not touching me in front of them or while they are in this house,” she asserts and he squints incredulously.
“Oh, that’s a lie,” he assures her before grabbing her hand. He steps forward, eliminating the small distance between him. One hand migrates to her ass and the other lands behind her neck. He lightly tugs her hair and she lifts her head to meet his gaze. “I’m touching, sucking, licking, and fucking you all weekend. No way I can be near you and not. Plus, my mom has sons; she knows what’s up,” he tells her and her beautiful eyes get big as hell.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
