Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“Do you plan to pee or to have me stand here all day?” I ask.
She opens her eyes. “I’m not peeing in front of you again, I barely know you. Last time I had an excuse, I was broken.”
“I just ate your cunt, so hurry the fuck up and pee so we can both go to sleep.”
“You have such a filthy mouth.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining when you came,” I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest while I stand at the end of the shower outside the spray area. She smirks and pees from her seat on the bench.
“Happy?” she asks.
“Please. Peeing is the last thing you should worry about. I’ve seen the inside of people’s brains. This is nothing. Now, hurry the fuck up.” I turn and grab the body wash and squeeze it onto the loofa, then hand her the loofa with the soap bubbled and ready to go.
She smiles as she takes it. “Maybe next time I’ll pee in your mouth.”
“Don’t talk dirty to me.” I smirk, and her groggy eyes go wide as she looks at me in shock. “Wash yourself,” I order.
She does but keeps an eye on me. “Is that your thing…your kink?” she asks, quieter now. “Because that is not something I want to do.”
“What if I said it was?” I challenge.
Kalilah thinks it over while she washes herself. “Well…” I wait, and when she looks up, she sees my smile. “You’re being a jerk.”
“Of course, I don’t want you to piss in my mouth. Though I do get that it’s a fetish, it isn’t one of mine.”
“What’s yours?” she asks.
“I like to fuck,” I reply immediately and move away to get a towel. When I come back, she’s where I left her, but she’s finishing up rinsing off the soap. I turn the faucet off and step in.
“Do you want to walk?” She shakes her head, so I wrap the towel around her, and she lifts her arms easily. When the towel is secure, I pick her up again.
“I could get used to this. Best treatment I’ve ever had after a fuck,” she mutters.
“What did you do last time?”
“I ran,” she says.
I stop dead and stare at her. “What?” I am unsure if I heard her correctly.
“I ran.”
“Why?” I take her to the bed and place her down. It doesn’t even occur to me that I should have walked Kalilah to her own bed until I climb in after her. She lies on her back and whines when she moves.
“Is it your back?” I ask.
She turns her head toward me. “No, my ass.”
I can’t help the smile that touches my lips, but then the question that’s been roaming around in my mind comes to the front, and I ask, “Why did you run?”
“Because I knew he would pass out after sex. It was the perfect time for me to get the hell away,” she whispers.
“Who from?”
“My husband,” she admits, dropping a bomb that I didn’t see coming. My gaze flicks to her hand that’s gripping the towel, and that’s when I see the outline of a ring that she must have worn for some time. “I haven’t told you because I wasn’t sure how…” She pauses. “But now that we’ve fucked, well, you should know I’m married.”
“I’ve fucked many married women,” I point out.
“Yeah, I get it. But—”
“Why did you run and not just leave him?”
“He was controlling. I saved enough money—well, I’ll rephrase…hid enough to get me by for a certain amount of time. But no one would hire me because I couldn’t use references. I knew if I did, he would find me, and I changed my surname. I’ve been getting by…barely. But I know he’ll be mad, fucking furious, actually, but I don’t care. I just want to be free of him.”
“Tell me his name.”
“No,” she says.
“You know I can find it easily.”
“Your brother already knows.”
My eyes narrow. “Kenzo?” She nods. “Did your husband hurt you?”
“You hurt me,” she reminds me, moving her body and wincing.
“You enjoyed that though.”
“My face didn’t the first time,” she scolds.
“I didn’t like you then,” I say. “So who was I to care if you fell.”
“So, you like me now?”
“You’re fuckable. Or have you forgotten?” I slide my hand up her towel and touch her pussy.
“No. No way. I’m sore.” She pushes my hand away. “Shoo.”
I chuckle as I pull my hand away.
“Why was your hand bloody?” she asks, running her finger over the hand that rests on her stomach.
“I’ve learned some things I’m not happy about,” I reply.
“Do you want to share?”
“If I tell you and you leave me or share the information, I will kill you.”
“Okay, best not to then.” She nods in agreement.
I pull my hand away and look up at the ceiling, silently thinking.
Before I got home, I went to see Pops, and he lied to my face. I asked him if he knew why the last hit was taken, and he gave me the same story as before.