Page 120 of Just Listen
“What’s up?” I yawned.
“I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but I love the father you are for Khari. You’ve really exceeded my expectations, and I just want you to know that I appreciate you.”
I lazily smirked. “Thank you, baby. I appreciate you too.”
“And…that’s why I get so passionate about things. I want our baby to have a daddy like I had. So, I get fearful when I feel like you’re doing things that could potentially take you away from her. No matter what happens between me and you…I wanna see you win. Because you winning means that our child wins. So…I want you to give me a number.”
I turned to look at her. “A number?”
“Yes. Give me a number that you have to have in order to walk away from the streets.”
I frowned in confusion. “For what?”
“Because. Either I can help you make it, as soon as possible…or I can just give it to you.”
“Huh?” I uttered, struggling to process the conversation, because there was no way that she could’ve been saying what I thought she was saying.
“What’s the number?” She reiterated. “If it’s five or under, I can wire you the money tonight.”
“Five? Hundred thousand?”
“I wouldn’t insult you like that. Five million.”
I gulped, realizing that I’d never experienced the likes of a woman like Jaylah Braxton in my entire fucking life.
“Baby…I appreciate that…I really do, but I got that much in the bank.”
She lightly smiled. “I’m not surprised. But you still didn’t answer the question. How much money would it take?”
Sighing, I turned to stare at the ceiling, knowing the numbers had been readjusted too many times to count. First, it was two million, then five. When I got to ten, I kept saying that I’d stop in a year. Now, a year had come and gone.
“Maybe I’m not asking the right questions,” she guessed, breaking into my thoughts. “I should probably ask what will you have to lose.”
I sighed, while stroking my goatee. “Let me…let me square away the loose ends back home. Then we can sit down and discuss the possibilities. Okay?” I turned to look at her, realizing that her eyes were now closed.
She gently nodded.
For a long while, I laid there, studying her, as she drifted off to sleep. All the while, I knew in my heart that however things played out, I couldn’t lose her.
Jaylah
“Umm,” I moaned, as I felt his tongue flickering over my clit.
It was now morning, and we had the perfect view of the turquoise water and clear sky from our room. I had woken up smiling when I took that breathtaking view, and seconds later, Malice was all over me.
With the sounds of crashing waves as the background noise, he was smacking on my pussy, driving me wild. My toes werecurling, as I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. Then right when I was there, he pulled back, before crawling between my legs. After getting in push-up position, he thrusted the big dick into my opening.
“Huuuuh,” I sharply inhaled, as I felt that pressure, while he ventured deeper.
“Ummmm,” he moaned, while my pussy was loudly smacking, as he dipped in and out of me.
No, lie, I was beginning to believe that I was dickmitized, because I’d gone from swallowing Plan B’s left and right, to just letting the chips fall wherever they may. Silently, I was chastising myself, because we were still super fresh, and were supposed to be getting assimilated into each other’s lives. However, I think that I’d fucked up, and was too scared to even address it. So, instead, I kept focusing on getting him to the right places in every other aspect.
Clamping my walls around his erection, I greedily milked him for all that he had. Then we messily kissed, as he went limp inside of me.
“Baby,” he huskily breathed out. “Why’d you that?”
I leered. “Do what?”
