Page 33 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

The doorbell rang loudly, causing me to jump. Julia noticed the expression on my face and immediately convinced me to calm down. I forgot all about the doctor coming to check me out. I followed Julia to the living room, where he came in with his equipment. He did a full body examination, and I couldn’t help but thank God for not having any broken bones. As far as my ribs, he did say it was possible that I may have had hair line fractures. He advised me to come to his office so he could do a few X-rays just to be sure. I also had a cut right above my swollen eye that required five stitches. Other than that, most of the damages were bad bruises and swelling. He gave me a bottle of Tylenol fours, then suggested I get plenty of rest. He was in and out within thirty minutes. Once he was gone, Julia and I sat around and talked for another hour. By the end of our conversation, I knew quite a few things about Julia nobody else did. At least that’s what she claimed. I was comfortable enough to share with her a few things about myself that I had never shared with anyone else. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel alone. Julia was literally the first person I could genuinely relate to.

CHAPTER 10

Ethan Whitmore

After I pulled off from Ava’s, my driver took me straight to my house. The entire ride, my mind stayed on her. I found myself replaying every single moment spent with her. The smell of her perfume lingered the entire way, and the scent of her pussy juice seemed to be embedded into the pores in my fingers. I wasn’t used to thinking about a woman this much. I was used to crossing paths with a woman and immediately having my way. With Ava, for some reason, I wasn’t on that type of time. To be honest, I fucked with the fact that she’d been trying to keep shit professional. Do I like being in the friend zone? Hell nah, but after tonight, I knew I wouldn’t be for long. I didn’t give a damn about any of that shit she was talking about before she hopped out of my ride.

By the time we pulled into my driveway, I was annoyed with myself. My dick needed attention but was only in the mood to entertain one specific body. I had to meet up with Duke and Ace to go over a few things. I opted out of changing my clothes, but I came in to grab the keys to my Maserati. A strange feeling came over me as I stood in place, listening to the quietness in my home. I felt as if someone was close by, but I wasn’t too sure.

I pulled my gun and slowly walked around, checking every room. Once I got to my room door, I heard something on the other side. Using the barrel, I slowly pushed my door open, ready to shoot whoever was in my shit.

“Finally, you made it back. I’ve been waiting for you.” Carla moaned.

I sighed heavily and lowered my gun. This crazy bitch lay in my bed with her legs spread eagle. The vibrating dildo slid in and out of her pussy as she played with her clit.

“You got a death wish showing up in my house unannounced.” I eyed her.

“You wouldn’t shoot me.” She smirked.

I chuckled because it was obvious that she didn’t know me well.

“Keep testing me and let’s see how that plays out.”

“You look irritated.” She giggled. “You’re usually happy to see me when I pop up unannounced.”

The sight before me automatically turned me on, causing the front of my pants to tighten. I stood there for a moment and watched her play with herself. She knew exactly what she was doing because I knew I told her ass we were done.

“Come fuck me, EJ. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”

“Nah. Keep going and rub your clit a little faster,” I instructed.

Flashbacks of my fingers swirling in Ava’s pussy invaded my mind. The feel of her smooth, chocolate skin and succulent lips had me hypnotized. For a split second, Carla had actually morphed into Ava. That girl had my mind so gone I actually thought she was in my bed.

“I’m about to cum, EJ! Mhmmm, can I cum, please?”

“Go ahead.” My voice was raspy.

On command, Carla squirted on my sheets as her body shook.

“Mhmm, papi, that was good.” She smiled. “But I need you to give me something better.” She crawled to the edge of the bed.

Just as I got ready to pull my dick out for her to suck, my phone rang.

“Yo yo?” I answered.

“Nigga, where the fuck you at?” It was Ace

“I just got back to the crib. I’m switching cars, I’m on the way.” I checked the time.

“Aight, bet.” The line disconnected.

“Change my sheets, and you better be gone by the time I get back. I meant what I said Carla. The next time I come home and you’re in my shit, I’ma shoot your ass for trespassing.”

Behind me, I could hear her popping off, cussin’ my ass out in Spanish. She could have a tantrum all she wanted, but she knew I mean business. Carla was entitled, I had her spoiled as fuck. When I say spoiled, I mean, I’d kept her around longer than any other female I’ve fucked on outside of my baby momma. Carla wasn’t my girl, she was my pet. When I tell the bitch to jump, she’ll immediately ask how high. The only time she started acting like a brat was when my baby momma came into play. Carla wanted me all to herself but that shit would never happen.

Not even thirty minutes later, I pulled into the warehouse. Duke and Ace’s cars were already parked out front, so I knew they were inside waiting for me.

“Damn, nigga, about time.” Duke spoke first.