Renae’s brows pulled together, her lips twitching like she was about to cry again. “All because of a few missed calls and visits? You know I love you. I didn’t even know I made you feel that way. I was going through a lot, too.”
“And you could’ve told me that.”
She scoffed. “So you could’ve worried even more about me while you’re in there and be stressed out? No. That’s not fair to either of us.”
“Fuck fair,” Najee said firmly, sitting up straighter. “You’re my woman. I can handle whatever you send my way. Shuttingdown on me and going cold while in the situation I was in had my head fucked up.”
Renae’s throat bobbed as she swallowed her onset of tears. “I’m sorry. I know you must’ve been thinking the worst.”
Najee’s nostrils flared. “Like a mothafucka. I ain’t expect you to be perfect, but I ain’t expect you to damn near ghost a nigga either. We’re better than that.”
His hand clasped around the back of her neck, pulling her face to his. Renae’s breathing accelerated, and her pussy thumped.
“Don’t do that shit again,” he said against her lips before kissing her and spanking her ass cheek. “You know how I get.”
Renae grinned. “I won’t because there won’t be a next time. I love you,” she cooed, running her hand across his thick hair.
He looked good in his gruffy, untamed style, and knew once he got groomed, he was going to be fine as hell.
“I love you, too,” he said, kissing her neck. “I know you probably wanna tell me about your morning, and you can later on, but right now I need you to ride this dick.”
Renae moaned as his hand slid inside the gray leggings she had on, and he toyed with her pussy from the back.
“Can you do that for me, baby?” Najee asked.
He knew she could, but he knew asking her turned her on more.
“Yes,” she answered, before climbing out of his lap. She wore a devious grin before lowering to her knees in front of him. “Let me taste him first.”
Najee lifted to lower his shorts and licked his lips. “I don’t want nothing but throat. Swallow this mothafucka and show me how much you missed me.”
Renae’s pussy got even wetter by his words and the feel of him in her hand. She missed it and him. Doing as she was told, she played no games and took his impressive length and widthinto her mouth. Najee let out a hiss and let his head fall back against the couch as her juicy lips and warmth wrapped around him.
Whatever doubts he had in his mind about them, Renae was trying her best to suck them all away. Najee didn’t say it out loud, but he was going to let bygones be bygones. A little misunderstanding and lack of communication weren’t grounds to hold a grudge. That wasn’t his style. If Renae had been up to no good, time would tell. One thing was for sure, though... he wasn’t going back to jail, so he hoped she had kept it solid.
4
“THE PURPOSE OF YOUR LIFE CAN’T BE STOPPED BY THE PAIN IN YOUR LIFE.”
It had been another one of those early mornings for Orielle.
Not a 4:36 AM type of morning, but the kind where she knew she’d have a productive day regardless of what transpired. So far, that’d been true. The five hundred-plus viewers who were tuned into her Instagram live seemed to agree as well.
“You really just sat on live and wrote an entire song. Okay, girl!” Orielle read one of the comments aloud and smiled.
“Thank you,” she replied humbly.
Technically, it was a prelude. Just a little something she needed to get off her chest. She didn’t have time to do so this morning, and now that her afternoon was winding down, Orielle used the spare time to her advantage.
“Is this going to be the intro for a new album?” She caught another comment and read it.
She shrugged. “Probably not. Some songs will never see the light of day. Not because they aren’t good, but because they were meant for me in the moment that I needed them.”
Orielle had discovered her need to keep things to herself long before she took on the title of an artist. She was a firm believer that the less people knew about her, the less they had to talk about. It was a defense mechanism and a safety net.
Squinting, knowing she needed to grab her blue light glasses, Orielle read another comment. It was a bit longer than the others, so she read it to herself.
“And someone else might need them, too. God wouldn’t have given you the gift if He didn’t want you to share it.”
