Page 66 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Damn near a week ago.”

I felt the steam coming from my ears. I allowed Ethan to record us because I trusted him, and we were having fun. Never did I think he’d show the damn video to anyone, let alone Rob’s crazy ass. Most likely, that’s what set him off to send those pictures to my damn job. Instantly, I grew irritated. All I wanted to do was get my baby, and go back to the house to unwind. I’d have to deal with Ethan and that situation tomorrow. Ace had dropped Aja off first before taking me home. I was so drained, I dozed off and didn’t open my eyes until I heard Ace’s voice.

“Special delivery, nigga.”

It wasn’t until then that I realized we had pulled up to Ethan’s house.

“Why did you bring me here?” I looked at my brother with an attitude.

All he did was laugh and roll down the window. I was about to curse his ass out until my door opened, and Ethan stood quietly, waiting for me to get out.

“I got something for your ass. You just wait.” I cut my eyes at him.

With a whole attitude, I stepped out of the car and looked up at Ethan. He wasn’t smiling, and his body language wasn’t welcoming. His eyes bore into mine, our attitudes matching.

“’Preciate it, bruh,” he finally spoke, leaning in to hand Ace an envelope.

“I’ll holla at y’all.” Ace laughed and chucked up the deuces.

Without a word, Ethan led the way back into his home. His silence felt a bit eerie. Once we stepped inside, he closed and locked the door behind us.

“Go to my bathroom. I got the tub ready for you.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me about what happened?” I wanted to know.

He turned around to face me.

“We’ll talk about it, but I just gave you instructions to follow.” He nodded toward his room.

The way he spoke to me was… different. He was calm, way too calm. But his eyes told a different story. They weren’t that sparkling blue that I was so used to gazing into. They weren’t that hard gray either, which happened when he suppressed his anger. It was somewhere in between, and that made me nervous. I definitely needed a hot shower. When I stepped into the bathroom, the tub was filled with hot water, rose petals, herbs, and light bubbles. The lights were slightly dim, and it gave a sexy vibe. Maybe he wasn’t as mad as I thought. Stripping from my clothes, I slowly eased myself into the tub, then relaxed.

I allowed my mind to wander, but not too far. I needed to get my shit together; I needed a clean slate. For a good twenty minutes, I relaxed in the water, then I decided to get out and hop in the shower to actually wash my body and hair. Ethan had everything laid out for me on the counter, so I was in and out. I felt refreshed, and I was ready to get this conversation out of the way.

When I opened the bathroom door to go into the bedroom, Ethan was sitting on the edge of his bed, smoking a blunt. He didn’t say anything; he just watched me closely. Standing to his feet, he walked over to his dresser, then back toward me.

“Put your hair in a ponytail.” He handed me a black hair tie.

My hair was still slightly wet and dripping from the ends, but I did as told. Without another word, he nodded his head instructing me to follow him. We walked through the house toward the breezeway. He had never brought me back to the guest house before. Well, I only assumed that’s what it was because that’s what it looked like. I watched him use a key to unlock the door but he didn’t open it. Instead, he turned to face me and waited several seconds before speaking.

“Before we go inside, I want to get a few things understood. You do understand that I would never hurt you, right?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“You understand that I care about you and respect you, right?”

“Yes,” I nodded again.

That was it, he didn’t say anything else as he opened the door, and motioned for me to go inside. I did not expect to walk into a sex dungeon. It took a second for my eyes to adjust as I took in everything surrounding me. There were all types of shit hanging from the ceiling and the walls. A huge bed and other erotic pieces of furniture. The feel of his hand gripping my chin made me return my focus to him. His expression was still blank but intimidating.

“If we’re going to continue this situation we have going on, I need you to understand that a lack of obedience won't be tolerated. I find that to be disrespectful as fuck. It’s like a slap to my face when I tell you to do something, and you go behind my back and do the opposite.”

“That’s not⁠—”

“I don’t need you to talk. I need you to listen.” He cut me off.

“You see this over here?” he asked, nodding toward some sort of table thing.

“That’s what I call my fuck bench. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?” He smirked.