Page 64 of Mr. Calloway

Dio drove until we reached the hill overlooking the city. He placed the car in park and rested his head on the headrest.

“I’m not going to lie. I’m fucked up about us breaking up. I’ve done a lot to be this person I am, thinking I’m being a better man for you, but?—”

I reached out to him. “Dio?—”

His head slowly rolled my way. “Let me finish, Shorty. I know there is always a bigger picture in the end. My growing into this person wasn’t supposed to be for you, but for myself. I realize that now. How long it will take me to get over you? I don’t know, but what I do know is you're still my fucking friend, and I don’t want to lose that. I don’t want some sort of toxic type relationship either.”

In front of me was no longer that boy I met in New York. The person who sat before me was a man, a man who deserved the world, a man who had the Calloway effect. I stroked his chin.

“Dio, I do love you, and I want to continue to be friends, and if time allows, maybe we can try again, but I need to be free. I’ve been moving around on the strength of everyone else but myself, and if I do not find myself, I will forever be searching. You and I both know that’s not good for either one of us.”

He nodded. “I know, Samara.”

“You are a true king. Not a prince, not Demonysus, not Dionysus, but a king.”

He ran his hand down his face, “You told your friends?”

I had now sat back and was taking in the city lights. “No. I didn’t want to do it until we both decided.”

“Me either.”

Our heads turned in unison as we gazed at each other.I love you,he mouthed.

I love you too, I mouthed back.

June

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Zaria’s body arched over the table as she watered the Pothos plants. She wore a skimpy-ass silk gown with no panties on. Since coming back from her time with Yana, she was turnt, and a nigga like me wasn’t going to complain. I sat back in the chair as my eyes followed her body. Lighting my blunt, I got more relaxed in the chair.

“The mommy-mosas got you feeling yourself?” I asked before blowing smoke out, giving my plants a little boost to what was about to happen.

The last few times Z and I tried this, we somehow ended up short of a nut. Today, however, a nigga wasn’t stopping until I reached Calloverse. She swayed her ass, bending further, giving me a peek of the pussy she knew I loved. Although I was feeling slightly weak, I was going to suck it up.

“I’m always feeling myself. It’s you I want to feel,” she purred as she glanced over her shoulder.

I pulled the blunt from my lips as I pointed around. “A nigga builds you a little greenhouse, and now you want me to fuckaround my plants so you can hoot and holler and shit. Z, baby, you know the rules.”

“Maybe I forgot.”

I nodded. “Oh, so what? Have you been bad?”

“Really fucking bad.”

I laughed as I stood from the chair and walked over to her. I pulled on my blunt again before allowing my free hand to take a handful of her ass. Her soft, smooth skin had always been a pleasure to touch. I leaned forward.

“You ready to take this Calloway dick?”

“Always.”

Without saying another word, I eased my dick from my pants and slid it up and down her ass before entering her. Z’s body shot forward, letting a loud gasp escape her lips.

Aht, aht. No fucking yelling.

But it feels so good.

No, you feel good. Make that shit extra wet, Z.