“Fucckkkk! If I would’ve known this pussy felt like this, I would have been inside you weeks ago,” he growled in my ear as he continued to deep stoke me.
“Mmm, shit. Please don’t stop, Legacy!” I moaned, because every stroke was pulling me near an explosion. Every stroke was on my G-spot. “Ohhh God! I’m cumming,” I screamed as my nails scraped across his back and our bodies were sliding all over the canvas.
“Give it all to me, beautiful,” he gritted.
It was as if every stroke he gave moved us in a different direction, but he held me tight and never skipped a beat. This man knew what he was doing when it came to making love. Damn! A few minutes later, he was releasing, and we just lay there trying to catch our breath. Once we were able to move, he helped me up, and what we created was a work of art. I couldn’t believe how this looked. He was indeed an artist because every move and every thrust was calculated. We went into the bathroom to shower, and for the rest of the night we were glued to each other.
14 /LEGACY
Two Months Later
I had just gotten backfrom New York last night. I’ve been there for the last two weeks, and I’ve been deep inside of Forever every damn night. We see each other every week. If I’m not there then her and Butterfly are here with me. Butterfly even has a room here, and I had the room done in a theme that she wanted. I felt like that was my daughter, and I knew she wasn’t, but I was getting so attached to her and her mom. I’ve been going to all of Forever’s doctors’ appointments, and this shit wasn’t fair. I watched this woman literally fight for her life, and I felt fucking helpless. I’ve reached out to some specialist, hoping that we could get some second opinions.
I was falling for Forever and being around her all the time wasn’t helping at all. That shit made it worse. I wanted to be there all the time. Waking up beside her every morning. Hearing her laugh from the kitchen while she made breakfast. Watching her walk around in them little shorts and tank tops drove me crazy. And I’ve gotten so attached to Butterfly in a way that I’ve never expected. That little girl had me wrapped around her finger and could get whatever she wanted. Me and her talked onthe phone every single day, and if she didn’t call me, I’d dial her little butt so fast. I even bought her a cellphone. Baby girl was so excited, but her mom not so much. She definitely checked me about it, and I apologized for overstepping my boundaries. The last thing I ever wanted was for her to think I was trying to play daddy or force myself into spaces she wasn’t ready for.
My phone rang while I was sitting in the studio staring at a half-finished canvas, and I glanced over at the phone to see who was calling. It saidLarke & Heade,and it was a New York number. I answered immediately.
“Hello.”
“Hello, may I speak to Legacy Porter, please?”
“This is he; how can I help you?”
“Please hold for Mr. Larke,” the lady said. I put the call on speaker and set the phone down on the table.
“Mr. Porter. This is Brian Larke. There’s an exhibit happening in Paris this weekend and I think this is something that you need to attend. Your agent, Aubrey, and I have already spoken and she said she sent you a message to be on the lookout for my call,” he said. When I’m painting I don’t like to be interrupted.
“Paris, huh?”
“I know it’s last minute, but that’s the art scene. Big opportunities move fast. One of the biggest buyers in the world is expected to attend, and trust me, this guy spends ridiculous money.”
He had my undivided attention.
“I already spoke to him about your work and have sent pictures from your portfolio. He’s interested in meeting you.”
“How interested?”
“He may request a private commissioned piece.”
Damn that’s major, and we’re talking some real money. It’s not even about the money because I’m rich; I’ve created thatgenerational wealth for my wife and children when I decide to have my family. But being an artist is where I want to be; I wanted to leave something behind that my children could be proud of. This shit was personal to me.
“I’m with it,” I replied immediately.
“That’s good to know. We’ll reach out to Aubrey and send her all the details. I’ll stop by your hotel. I look forward to formally meeting you.”
“Same. I appreciate you reaching out to me.” When the call ended, I leaned back in my chair for a second, letting everything sink in. Paris. I’ve been there plenty of times with my family for fashion events, family vacations, political trips, and charity galas. So, going again didn’t really excite me. What excited me was going there on business for the work I do. I instantly thought about Forever. Paris was on her bucket list, and this was the perfect time for me to fulfill that dream for her.
Zelly walked into my studio with a glass of wine in hand.
“Sup,” I greeted.
“We get that shipment in tonight.” She sat down on the couch.
“That’s good; make sure that Drew is there, and he has what he needs to check everything in. I’ll be leaving in a couple of days. I got invited to an exhibit in Paris.”
“Oh shit. That’s dope.”
“Yeah, it is. I’m going to ask Forever to go with me,” I told her.
