Page 110 of Own It

“You got my brother on some shit, Day. Nigga blushing and wearing phone cases now,” Josias commented, making me chuckle though I was confused on the last part.

“Man, take yo’ ass home.” Rakim nodded for his brother to leave, still holding me.

“I am. Trust me, I don’t wanna see this shit. I liked you better when you were single and moping,” he joked. “Aye, you seen Kasia?” Josias’s attention zeroed in on me.

“No,” I lied, feeling Rakim look at me since he knew that was who I’d been with this evening. “You share a child with her, so you should’ve seen her recently.”

“I know that, smart ass, and I have.” Josias shook his head. I smiled, watching Rakim look his brother’s way, and I knew him well enough to know he was telling him to take it easy on the name calling. “I need you to see her to tell her I love her and I do actually care about her. When I say it, she hangs up on me, or if it’s in person, she cuts a nigga off and changes the subject. But she told me y’all hit it off, so I figured she’d listen to you.”

“I think you would do better by showing her you love her and care about her, Josias. Be mature and transparent. No matter what I say to her, if you’re still up to your old shit, it won’t matter, and I will not lie for you. If I see you’ve changed, I may mention it.”

Josias gave his brother a sidelong glance at my words, making Rakim shrug and smirk.

“You heard the boss. Night, nigga.” He turned around, carrying me inside as Josias shook his head while swaggering to his car.

Rakim carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom before setting me on the large bed.

“What did your brother mean about you wearing phone cases now?” I inquired. Without a word, Rakim retrieved his phone from the pocket of his Nike track pants and handed it off before venturing into the bathroom. My mouth fell open slightly at the sight of his iPhone being secured in one of Delicacies phone cases. Not only that, but it was one of my designs. “When did you get this?” I held it up as he emerged from the en suite, the sound of bath water running in the distance.

“Couple weeks ago.” He took up residence next to me at the edge of the bed, so I crawled into his lap and kissed him.

“We have so many orders that I wasn’t able to package this one myself, but I would’ve made it special,” I said.

“It already is.”

I smirked, drinking him in greedily.

The design he chose had roses and bandana print—very girly like most of the cases on my website—but he clearly didn’t care. I’d only designed four cases out of the eighty we had because I could sense that the public preferred the more esteemed and established artists’ creations.

“Why did you get this one? I know you like some of the others better.” I smirked.

“Nah, I liked this one. Even better, you drew the design.” He surveyed his phone case as he spoke, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, falling into the urge I had to kiss his temple. “Why don’t you drop some more?”

“I haven’t in two years. I can tell people like what other people make.”

“What about muthafuckas like me? I only like yours.”

I blushed, rolling my eyes playfully.

“Only because it’s mine.” I hugged his neck.

“Nah, I just like this one best. Very LA, and I fuck with that. I think you should make some more of these muthafuckas.”

“And you’re not just saying that?”

“I’m not. I want the best for you, Baby, and I wouldn’t tell you some shit just ’cause it sound good. You may think people don’t fuck with yo’ shit as much but they do. Plus, you like to draw.”

I nodded as he started to help me out of my shoes and then made me stand to do the same with my dress.

We kissed sensually as he reached behind me to unfasten my bra before pushing down my underwear. Rising to his feet once I was naked, he went to the bathroom to shut the running faucet off.

“Is that for me?” I questioned when he came back out, dimming the light in the bathroom before coming toward me.

“You gon’ need to soak after.” He approached, snaking his hands into my hair and tugging my head back for a nasty, passionate kiss. “Made the water extra hot so it’ll last.”

Before I could say a word, he bent me over the bed, got down on his knees, and started to eat my pussy from behind. After bringing me to several orgasms, he tore my little box up, and I was so thankful for that hot bath plus the new books he’d bought me.

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