Page 73 of When Love Takes Over
“Kenzo, baby, I’m cummin’!”
“I know.”
As I came all over his dick, he pumped me full of his seeds.
“Have you ever planned an event, Malyah?” Mrs. Goode asked as she drove us to our first appointment of the day.
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh, well, this should be interesting. I’m sure the event planner we choose will handle everything just fine.”
“I guess that’s why they get paid the big bucks.”
“With our condensed timeframe, I was hoping you’d be able to assist so that we meet our deadlines.”
I shrugged. “Event planning isn’t easy, but it’s also not rocket science. I’m sure I can assist where needed.”
She glanced at me, but I didn’t know her well enough to read her expression or determine her mood. Her eyes returned to the road with no comment.
We rode in an awkward silence, but it was better than small talk, which I absolutely hated. I’d never been a conversationalist, and she seemed to be preoccupied with her own thoughts. A text from Kenzo came through, and I was relieved to have something to keep me occupied for a few minutes.
Kenzo:
Good luck today.
Me:
Thank you. I’m sure I’ll need it.
Kenzo:
Everything will be fine, but if you need me to come to your rescue, I don’t mind.
Me:
You have a company to run. I told you, I can handle your mother.
Kenzo:
I know, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need to.
Me:
Okay.
“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” Mrs. Goode asked.
“Not really. I’m an only child and didn’t have a lot of friends growing up.”
“I can tell.”
Her statement could’ve been taken in more than one way, but I chose not to be offended. We continued riding in silence for about ten more minutes before we arrived at our destination.
“This location is my first choice. Since she took the meeting, I assume it’s available for the date we need, and we can secure it.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
A few minutes later, we entered the building’s lobby, and I was taken aback by the vaguely familiar face of a woman who seemed to be waiting for us.
