Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
She burst out laughing. “You are hilarious!” He shrugged, then winked at her, showing a gorgeous smile. “I get it though, I understand. We all have our vices. As I said, I’m not sensitive. I’m not bailing. I have tough skin—I’ll be okay.”
He cleared his throat, then took a sip of what appeared to be water in a gorgeous, chilled wine glass. D-Nice’s, ‘Call Me D-Nice’ started to play. He suddenly looked up from the camera, and she could hear a door opening.
“Heeeey, baby,” The man’s eyes lit up as if he hadn’t seen her in years. It was really sweet. A woman’s hand and arm entered the frame, handing him a glass of red wine. “Don’t be shy,” he whispered. “Give me a kiss.” The lady bent down in her silk purple robe and pressed her mouth to his. She was gorgeous. An African American woman with amazing facial bone structure, full lips, thick dark hair that was pinned up in a sloppy bun, and small silver hoops hanging from her ears. A huge blinged out wedding ring was on her finger. The woman turned directly towards the camera and smiled. It was one of the kindest, warmest expressions Nadia had ever seen.
“Hi, Queen. I’m Xenia, Saint’s wife.”
“Hi Xenia, nice to meet you. I’m Nadia.”
“What a pretty name. I’ll let you two get back at it. You take care, Nadia.”
“Thank you so much, you do the same.”
Xenia waved goodbye, but before she got completely out of the frame, Saint smacked her ass. He was staring up at the woman as she walked away, clearly utterly obsessed with his lady. Nadia loved watching them… They still seem so in love. He got up, and she could hear him smack her ass again. This was followed by feminine laughter, him whispering something she couldn’t quite decipher, and then the sound of the door closing.
Saint returned to his desk, a huge smile on his face. He picked up the glass of wine and took a sip, then another.
“Mmm, this is good. This must be the new merlot she bought. Adding another five minutes to your tally, Nadia. Sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to lose time on account of me needing a drink and flirting with my wife. Don’t want to short you.”
“Okay.” Nadia smiled. “That was cute though. Thank you.”
“Also,” he took one more sip of his drink and set it down, “please keep in mind that I can look at a person and figure out certain things about them fairly easily. That’s why I was studying you earlier. That freaks some people out, so I just want to give you a heads up.”
“I’ve been told I’m observant, too.”
“Yeah, but you’re observant more than likely due to being hunted. You weren’t observant because you were hunting.”
“Hunting?”
“I used to be a gotdamn predator.” He said this as if it were obvious.
“A predator? I don’t mean to keep echoing you, and I know this isn’t what my therapy session is about, but I’m just curious. What do you mean?”
“Predators have to watch prey carefully to see how to capture them. We spend a lot of time listening and learning things about a woman for nefarious reasons. Even just the way a woman walks can tell me a lot. As a teenager who was popular in high school, and later as a well-educated single man, I used my charisma, gift of gab, financial status and physique to ensnare my target. I understood that a woman’s brain has to be made love to before her body is ever touched, if you want to make her consumed with you.” She nodded in agreement. “To control a woman’s pussy, you first need to control her mind. I did it deliberately. That was part of the thrill.” A sudden icy contempt flashed in his eyes.
“I see… so you can speak from experience.”
“Most definitely. Only a predator can teach prey how to escape from men like me effectively. With that said, I believe in spirit, one Creator, karma, divinity, vibes and energy. My debt to society is to do exactly what I am doing right now… to pay for my sins by offering what I know, assisting men in understanding their nature and controlling that, and helping women heal after dealing with mothafuckas like me.”
“Understood.” She sat up straighter.
He moved a bit over to the right, and she noticed a lit stick of incense behind him, as well as a candle.
“Okay, Queen. Here we go… I want you to close your eyes, then take a deep breath for me.”
She inhaled, then exhaled.
“Beautiful. Do it again.” She did. “Now, open your eyes.”
She slowly opened her eyes and looked into his. They were beautiful, seemingly even more so than before. Unusual. Warm. Clear.
He glanced at his computer, then looked back into the camera.