“I missed you, Amar, and if you want to be with her now, that’s okay. I always hid my feelings when I dealt with you, but that’s a wrap. If you and her become exclusive, I’ll leave you alone. I won’t call you or text you but for now, I need you to know that I’ve been thinking about you all day every day since the last time I saw you.”
Shorty was in her bag for real. Expressing feelings and shit had never been her. She was standing in her living room in a sports bra and boy shorts, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were red and puffy, yet she looked sexy as hell to Amar while she confessed her feelings for him. He erased the distance between them, and they kissed like two long lost lovers that had been apart for years. Heiress savored the flavor of spearmint gum on his tongue. She wanted the moment to last forever as their tongues danced. He palmed her ass roughly and massaged her ass cheeks as his dick grew hard from their kiss.
Heiress damn near broke a nail trying to get his jeans down, and he didn’t even have the time to take her panties off, he just yanked them to the side. His ass was barely touching hercouch before his dick was entering her forcefully, and she was crying out in ecstasy. Amar pulled her shoulder-length hair aggressively, as she rode him fast and hard. With his free hand, he freed her breasts from her bra, so he could watch her tits bounce up and down while she rode him.
“You missed this dick?” he panted, and she nodded feverishly. God, she had missed him and his dick.
“I want you so fucking bad, Amar,” she moaned before crushing her lips into his.
He was stunned. It was damn near funny how women had perfect ass timing, and he was being sarcastic by thinking that her timing was perfect. The moment Kirah was all into him, Heiress wanted him. He could be a jerk and keep it how it had been the whole time, so he could still rock with Kirah. Or he could choose. It wasn’t a decision that he was willing to make at the moment. Amar stood up, bent Heiress over the couch, and fucked her savagely from the back until she was crying real tears from an orgasm so intense that it sucked the seed out of him, and he came all in her. That was some of the best sex they had ever had.
Once they were cleaned up, she yawned. “You good to sleep by yourself tonight?”
She shook her head no, and he chuckled at her. Amar didn’t really like the fact that Heiress had him wrapped around her finger, but she did. She led him to her bedroom where he undressed and got in her bed.
CHAPTER 17
“Oh my God,Canyon. Baby your dick is so good,” Cheyenne squealed as Canyon pounded in and out of her. She was just about to lock her legs around his waist, when he snatched himself out of her and erupted all over her stomach with an animalistic growl.
His dick no longer had a problem getting hard for her, and she was loving it. Cheyenne looked down at her husband’s thick glob of semen on her stomach, and her lips parted but no sound came out. The look on her face was one mixed with shock and disgust.
“Did you just cum on me like I was some two dollar whore that you were scared to ejaculate inside of? Is that what you just did Canyon?” she remained on her back while he stood up.
“Yeah, I did. Are you on birth control?”
“Should I be?” she spat. “I’m thirty-four years old. The last six years of my life were wasted in prison. If I want kids, you act like I have the next ten years to make it happen. I thought you wanted kids. Did that change?” Cheyenne was pissed. Aside from his energy being off, now he had pulled this shit. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he wasn’t feeling her.
“A few weeks ago, I filed for divorce. You suddenly getting out of prison doesn’t make everything right. I’m not bringing a child into this until I know we can get past the bullshit.” Canyon walked into the bathroom, and she followed him.
“Do you have some other bitch pregnant?” As soon as the question left her mouth it felt as if she’d been stabbed in the gut. Cheyenne sat in her cell many nights hating Canyon but now that she was free, she was back to being damn near obsessed with the man. She wasn’t obsessed to the point that she would kill his side chick. She refused to even argue with the bitch. She would never again lose her freedom over a man but still, the thought of Canyon loving another woman hurt.
“No, I don’t have anyone pregnant. Why did you have to go straight to that?”
“Because something isn’t adding up here!”
“It would if you would listen! You’re pretty much not taking no for an answer, so I’m giving you what you want. I’m trying. I’m willing to give this a try, Cheyenne. I said I didn’t owe you shit, but I do. I fucked up before, and this is my chance to make it right. But what I won’t ever do is bring a child into some shit that isn’t right. We’re not spring chickens anymore, but we’re not senior citizens either. We can wait a few months to decide if we’re going to have a baby.”
Cheyenne simply nodded. That wasn’t what she wanted to hear, but it would have to do. At least he agreed to try. Cheyenne went through lots of different emotions when she was incarcerated, but she wasn’t about to give Canyon up. The queen was back on her throne, and she would be having her husband’s baby.
“Baby, I hate to be that bitch. I hate to be that no morals having ass friend that gives bad advice, but we are talking about Canyon Jacobs. The Canyon Jacobs. He don’t even like his wife for real. Don’t give that up,” Erica told her best friend. She didn’t give a damn about Canyon’s wife. He made her friend happy.
Yohana chuckled and sipped her wine. “It’s a no for me. If I allow him to have his cake and eat it too, he would get comfortable. Why choose when he can have both? I’m not that kind of woman that wants a man to leave his wife. He was the one that said the marriage was over. If they can make it work, then that’s what it is. I’m not going to demand that he choose. It was fun while it lasted, but it’s over.” Yohana was truly sad that Canyon would no longer be in her life, but she couldn’t fold. Not on this. Being a side chick wasn’t even in her DNA. It wasn’t about looks or anything else, but she was that bitch. Be number two for who? Nah. Plus, she never wanted to contribute to another woman’s misery. Canyon’s wife had been through enough already.
Erica drained the wine from her glass. “I talk shit, but I respect the hell out of you. It would be easy to just keep dealing with Canyon and not care about the particulars. You’re a grown woman for real.”
Yohana’s phone rang, and she saw that Jade’s nephew, Junior was calling her. “Hey.”
“Hey. Would you be able to meet my man and give him two of them thangs?”
“Now?”
“Yeah. I’ll text you the address. His name is Vic.”
“Okay.”
Yohana didn’t know who he was, but she had known Junior since he was a baby. If he said Vic was his man, then she was sure it was cool. She had 24 pounds of heroin left, and she wanted to get rid of them all, so that was one thing she didn’t have to worry about. The six that she had already sold had contributed to paying her mortgage up for a few months and taking care of other bills. She used the money from the Escalade to replace some of what she took from Kari’s college fund. By the time she got off all the heroin, she would be good. Yohana didn’t want to work because being at a job, would be eight hours that she couldn’t move the heroin, and getting off that was a priority for her. As soon as she was out though, she was going to take her sister up on her job offer.
Yohana had to go to her storage unit, which was fifteen minutes away and get the work, so she stood up and grabbed her purse. “Thank you for the wine and for letting me vent, but I have to go handle something.” Yohana hugged her friend and walked out to her car. No one but Canyon, Jade, and the people that got work from her knew she was selling heroin.
