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“Worthless?” Pearce chuckled. “She’s actually been very beneficial to me. I live my life off vibes and genuine souls. I don’t do shit for appearances or act like I’m better than others especially knowing that I got my success off the blood of others. Only difference between me and them most times are morals and character. It’s not like I had a good role model, but I’m adjusting well. Fuck out my face old man.”
Kalim’s date gasped, and I didn’t know if I wanted to do the same or laugh. The way Kalim’s face reddened made me want to erupt into laughter. Not his big bad ass embarrassed. “Watch it. I just gave you grace by saying I’d let this bitch live. Keep running your mouth, and I’ll have this hoe’s head chopped off and delivered to you.”
I wanted to punch Pearce’s arm and tell him to shut up, but I remained silent. He stepped closer to his father and instinctively I grabbed his hand. “Seeing as how we’re married, if you even look at her too hard, on everything I love, I’m gon’ do some shit I never thought I would.”
Kalim released an angry chuckle. “I’m going to see you around son.”
He walked off, and his date and I breathed sighs of relief at the same time. “Pearce,” I hissed in a hushed tone. “What was that?”
“That nigga isn’t about to be trying to son me in front of his bitch ass date.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get me killed.”
“Man, fuck that nigga,” he sucked his teeth.
“It’s not hard for him to find out that we really aren’t married.”
“We will be tomorrow. Chill. I got this.”
CHAPTER 11
PEARCE
“Oh my God,baby. Pearce I’m about to cum,” Vanya whined as I fucked her with animalistic passion. She felt so damn good, my teeth were clenched together, and I was fighting the urge to cum prematurely.
I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she was comfortable with me, if it was the tequila and champagne, she’d consumed, or the fact that I protected her from my father, but Vanya was on go. There was a puddle underneath her. Her pussy was so damn wet, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep in my bed without changing the sheets. She matched me stroke for stroke and thrust for thrust as she wound her hips underneath me. The moment we made it in from the gala, clothes were off, and fucking commenced.
“Get your shit off,” I urged in her ear, and she did just that. “Fuck,” I groaned as her pussy gripped my dick like a vice.
Vanya trembled and jerked underneath me, and it was going to take every ounce of strength I possessed to pull out, but I knew she couldn’t keep swallowing plan B pills like candy.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered before snaking her tongue into my mouth, but I knew my lips weren’t what she meant.
Shorty didn’t have to tell me twice. The moment she pulled back and broke the kiss, I pulled out of her. My dick resembled a glazed donut, and she took me in with no hesitation.
“Got damn,” I groaned as my head fell back, and my eyes closed. Shorty was working the fuck out of her mouth. “Do that shit,” I moaned as my stomach tightened, and I felt my nut building. The release I was about to experience was going to feel so damn good. Fuck yes, Vanya’s life was one worth saving.
She moaned and hummed on the dick. The vibrations from her mouth had me grabbing her braids and cursing as my seeds shot down her throat. I didn’t even know if I was holding her hair too tight, but shorty almost had a nigga out his body. That was the best orgasm I’d experienced in a long ass time. When I opened my eyes and looked down, Vanya was licking her lips with a satisfactory gleam in her eyes. My chest heaved up and down as I tried to get my breathing under control.
I stared after her while she went in the bathroom to relieve her bladder and brush her teeth. While she did that, I busied myself with changing the sheets on my bed. By the time I was done, so was she.
“We going to talk about this marriage thing?”
“What’s there to talk about? The marriage will be public record. If my father cares enough to look it up, he’ll see that I wasn’t lying. After that, he’ll stop giving a damn about where you are or what you’re doing, and you’ll be free to go to Florida or anywhere else you want to go without looking over your shoulder.”
“And we’ll just be married on paper but never see or speak to one another again?” her brows furrowed.
“Keeping up with me is optional. If that’s what you want to do, I wouldn’t be opposed to it. In the event that you want to marry someone else one day, reach out to me, and we can get a divorce,” I shrugged as if it was nothing, and her brows rose.
“And it’s that simple, huh? What if you want to get married one day?”
“Then the same goes for me.”
Vanya stared at me as I walked toward the bathroom. I was certain she thought I was crazy and was probably wondering for the hundredth time why I was doing what I was doing. I wasn’t about to keep explaining myself. Killing women was never my thing, so I didn’t want to do it anyway. But the fact that my father did some fuck shit and got into my business with Tasha, he sealed the deal. Vanya was going to live, and I was going to take every opportunity I could to piss his ass off. Yeah, she was caught in the middle, but as long as he didn’t kill her, she’d be okay. It wasn’t like she was getting a bad deal. She got to stay alive, she was being protected in a nice ass crib, eating good ass food, and I was blessing her with this dick. Shorty was winning in my eyes.
When I was done in the bathroom, she was still standing against the wall, and I chuckled. Overthinking was what she did best. I climbed into bed and got comfortable. “Girl, come lay yo’ ass down.”
It took half a second for her to do just that.
