“I don’t know,” I answer honestly with a sigh. “I mean, is it smart to keep seeing him knowing he and I can never be together?”
“Yes,” Jada says, tossing her hands up. “Look, when we started this project, we wanted you to date and have someone to take to your ex’s wedding. And all that still applies, but there is a selfish desire to all this as well. And if this mystery man can have my friend up at the ass crack of dawn glowing like she has the sun stuck up her coochie, then that’s all the incentive you need.”
“I’m with Jada on this,” Pamela says, leaning closer to the screen. “You deserve to be a little selfish. Even if this leads nowhere, at least you can say it was fun while it lasted.”
“Exactly,” Destiny adds, placing her coffee cup down. “And who says you can’t continue to go on your dates? If the mystery man knows there is no happy ending to this....” She pauses. “He does know that, right? Like, does he agree that you two can’t be together?”
All eyes are on me now. I’m pretty sure that’s what this conversation Mitch wants to have is about. In a perfect world, Mitch and I could be together and be happy. But we don’t live in a perfect world. Mitch is Andrew’s best friend. It doesn’t matter if they aren’t as close anymore; they were still best friends. He’s also the godfather/ uncle to my children. That is entirely too messy.
“Yes,” I answer. “He knows, and I’m sure he agrees.”
Destiny shrugs. “Alright, then I say have your cake and eat it too. You can continue to go on your dates, and if the mood strikes, let mystery man be the one to fold you like a pretzel.”
All the girls, including myself, laughed.
“Yes,” Meagan giggles. “Let us live vicariously through you. Because some of us are a long way away from being folded up like anything.”
“It’s been so long for me, I wouldn’t even know what to do.” Kyra chuckles.
This is why this sisterhood is so important to me. I knew they would always have my back, and they didn’t have a problem telling me if I’m wrong or not. I know they wouldn’t steer me wrong. Maybe one day I’ll tell them that the mystery man is Mitch.
After another ten minutes, I ended the call with the ladies. Right on time, my stomach grumbles reminding me I hadn’t eaten since last night. The moment I pull the fridge open to find something to cook, the sound of my front door opening has me heading in that direction.
I stop when I come face to face with Mitch. He has a bag from my favorite diner in his hands and a smile on his face. My body heats, my belly flutters, and a pool of moisture settles in the seat of my panties.
“Oh, Ella, girl, you have a problem.”
Mitch places my car keys on the sofa table by the door.
“I hope I got here before you ate? I thought you’d still be asleep when I got back.”
I can barely look at him without envisioning what he did to me last night. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that the man who fucked me so good is the same man I’ve known for over half my life. I could have been getting that good dick from the start had I just spoken up sooner. Hell, I could have bypassed Andrew’s ass altogether. Never in all the years of Andrew and I being together has he eaten my pussy with such passion as Mitch.
Just thinking about it has me folding my arms over my chest and looking down at my feet.
“I woke up not too long ago and I haven’t eaten yet.” I push my hair behind my ear.
When I look back up, his smile is gone. Across his handsome face is concern. His brows are pinched, and his gaze is narrowed. Even this look has my nipples hardening and that fluttery feeling going haywire.
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Shutting my eyes, I take a deep breath. “I don’t know how to act around you now.” I admit the words as if they were painful.
The rustle of plastic has me reopening my eyes. Mitch places the bag of food down on the table with the keys.
“Come here,” he demands in that deep voice that drives me crazy.
My legs are moving toward him before I can even think straight enough to tell them to move. I stop in front of him.Mitch places a hand on my hip, dragging my body into his. With a hand on my chin, he pinches it and lifts my head up toward him. His lips find mine.
I become putty in his hands, my body melting into his as his tongue swipes into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I swear this man kisses like he’s poisoned and the anecdote is hiding somewhere in my mouth. When he pulls away from my lips, I have to take in a deep breath of air.
“How are you feeling this morning?” His dark blue eyes gaze down at my face.
I read between the lines. He’s not asking about my physical well-being. He’s concerned about my mental state.
I look down at the floor. However, his finger on my chin has me staring back into his eyes. He doesn’t want me shying away from this.
Licking my lips, I find my answer. “Happy. Last night was.... better than I could have ever imagined.”
