Page 54 of Do It To Me

Sauntering forward, I dropped my phone, and just as I was about to pick it up, I bumped into this guy, nearly bumping heads.

"Shit," I hissed as I rubbed my head, neglecting my phone that was probably cracked at this point.

"I am so sorry," the guy said, being generous enough to pick up my phone for me. "I should've been paying attention."

"No, it's okay," I said, forcing myself to believe that as I reached for my phone. Glancing at the screen, I checked it for damage, and thankfully there wasn't any.

"Are you okay?" he giggled nervously, his pale skin tone turned pink.

"Yeah," I said, reassuring him. "I'm fine."

Giving me a light grin, he looked over my face to search for any other signs before walking away, making me frown at what I saw before me. There were six Black men dressed in suits, lined up with freshly picked red roses in their hands. They each had to be holding twenty-four roses in each hand. They were beautifully wrapped, making me smile at the sight, and whoever was kind enough to do this for the woman they loved made my heart ache at the feeling. Then my eyes landed on the sixth guy. He was holding a pink twenty-four-rose bouquet differently than the rest, and his attire was different too.

Standing on bowed legs, the mushroom-monogrammed Dior shirt clung to his Herculean build. The tan shorts complemented the white Alexander McQueens on his feet, along with the iced-out Audemar Piguet on his wrist. Nearing him, our energy was so magnetic that I rushed toward him, abandoning my luggage with tear-soaked eyes and jumped into his arms.

"Syx," I whimpered.

"Nyne," he sighed deeply, wrapping his free arm around me.

Neither of us spoke because there wasn't much to say. My tears staining his shirt forced me to remain quiet before I pulled away and gazed into his misty eyes, memorizing his face.

"I thought I wasn't going to see you," I muttered, forgetting about the roses. He smelled and looked so fucking good that the fresh lineup didn't go unnoticed.

"I called you a coward," I admitted. That got a deep chuckle out of him.

"You weren't," he stated, making me gulp so hard my throat hurt. "But I had to see you. What we did last night was a mistake and I?—"

Placing my forefinger to his lips, I muttered, "Shh, I don't want to talk about last night. It already happened and I don't regret it. Every second I spent with you is nothing but a faded memory."

"You're making me part of your past?" he questioned with a raised brow.

"It's only to protect myself, Syx. I don't want things to be this way. I've grown to love you and I hate that. I hate that I saved you a seat in my heart." My voice began to quiver.

Releasing another deep sigh. "You're the only woman who's ever made me feel like this, Nyne. That pussy must have some power," he joked, lightening the mood.

Playfully, I hit him in the chest, getting a laugh out of him and a giggle out of me.

"I don't know what to say when I've already caused enough damage though," he spoke in a more serious tone. "Everything you've made me feel is real, baby."

"Then be with me. Let's ride off into the sunset," I mentioned again, trying to convince him.

He stayed quiet, making me feel dumb. I'd already made a fool of myself.

"Nyne—" he started, but I stopped him, too afraid of what he might say. Everything that came out of his mouth had hurt me already.

"It doesn't matter," I stated with a hint of sadness in my voice. "I just want to thank you for helping me discover myself and showing me what pleasure could be."

He pulled me tighter into his arms and nestled his lips on my neck where I felt his tongue slither back and forth. "I hate that our goodbye has to be like this."

"It doesn't have to be though," I retorted, clinging to that little bit of hope.

He pulled back to say, "We both know it has to be."

A voice filled the airport, announcing my flight was ready for boarding.

"We ain't got to think about that shit right now," Syx retorted, tilting my face up to kiss me one last time. It was a deep and passionate kiss that said everything he couldn't put into words.

When we finally broke apart, we were breathing hard, and the tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face.

"Go," Syx commanded, his voice rough. "Before I beg you to stay. I'll ship the roses to your home. They'll be there before you get there."

Tugging away, my whole body was screaming to turn around and run back into his arms. We were so engrossed in each other, we didn't notice people smiling and recording us. Nothing else mattered but us, but sadly, I'd have to rip that chapter from my book and trash it. I had a job, but I could find another one. I have friends and family, but if I told them about this impromptu decision, they'd understand because they'd want me to be happy after so many trials and errors.

I've never been happier than I'd been these past two weeks. The intensity of the experience was an intoxication of new love and finally discovering my body's capacity for pleasure. I stood frozen between two worlds, unable to turn back, with my heart pulling me in two directions at once.

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