the more feminine and real for it.
She’s not had any surgeries. No butt fillers, injections, none of that. I can tell she tries to take care of herself. She’s just… stunning. Her natural scent was alluring, intoxicating. From the sweet headiness of the essence between her thighs to the curve of her neck and the taste of her kiss. He was enamored with her. And it worried him.
“Hey, I changed my mind. Can I get that water?”
“Yeah. Go on and get the bottle you left in the living room.” He burst out laughing and got up. “That’s right, lazy ass,” she teased as she fiddled with something in one of her drawers. “And grab mine, too, while you’re at it.” She hit him on the ass before he got away.
“Damn. It’s tough being a king around here. Yes, ma’am.” He chortled.
He went into the living room and grabbed the bottles, then put them back down to take a good look around. He noticed a framed older photo of a girl who resembled Suri, just much younger, with a woman who favored how she looked now. Her aunt? Perhaps her mother?
It really is a nice setup in here. I like how it looks. Smells. She has a talent for this sort of thing. And a gift for giving some primo top, too. Treated my shit like a crawfish. He chuckled to himself as he stroked his beard. She’s… She’s all right. Not bad. Our convo was dope. I dig her. She’s tight. She seems smart, too. The sex was… shit, I mean, it was nothin’ short of incredible. Definitely memorable. She’s so fucking pretty, inside and out. I could look at her all day and never get tired. Her body is absurd. Just beautiful. Yeah, this is kind of fucked up. I like this chick. I. guess tonight ended up not so bad after all. It definitely made up for what happened in the art store and that shit that happened at the train. Got some money, got to see my boys, had some bomb ass sex. I’ve got nothing to complain about.
King made his way back to the bedroom, bottles in hand, then handed her one.
“Wait. That’s mine. This one has lipstick on it,” he said, and they switched.
He got back into bed, lying close to her, their arms and legs touching. The music played on low volume. She must’ve turned it down. She’d even lit a candle. He rested his head against the headboard, vibing to Robert Glasper’s, ‘Better Than I Imagined ft. H.E.R. & Meshell Ndegeocello.
“Did you put this playlist together or is it just random?” he asked, taking a big gulp of water.
“I put it together.”
“We have the same exact taste in music.”
“I like classical jazz and orchestra, too.”
“Me, too.”
“I like fusion jazz and elevator music.”
“I love all of that, and more.”
“You must be a proud weirdo then. Like me.” She played with her cuticles, running her thumb along them.
“I am…”
They lay there, side by side, looking at the open bedroom door as if a movie were playing that only they could see. Seconds passed, moving far too fast.
“Jail?” she asked, a smirk on her gorgeous face.
“Nope.”
“Kids?”
“I have none. You?”
“No.”
“What is art to you?” he probed.
“You.”
He rubbed his hands together, his heart beating a tad faster.
“Don’t fall for me,” he warned.
“I’m not.”
“I wasn’t talking to you…”
She gave a loud sigh, and now he regretted uttering those words. After some silence, she leaned closer and kissed his cheek.
“Art to you is?” She threw the question back his way.
“Art is what could be. It’s the world I wish we had. The world is so fucked up, Suri. People are animals. Actually, that’s an insult to animals. We’re fuckin’ disgusting beasts, freaks of nature in the worst way. We’re what’s underneath the rock, not the sun and rain that shines and beats on top of it.”
“You hate your own?” she asked sarcastically.
“I’d eat my own if I could. Since I can’t, humans taste funny,” he teased, making her laugh. “I kill the bad shit with my pencils and brushes.” She nodded in understanding.
“You think you can show up to a gun battle with a paintbrush?”
“Yeah. I did yesterday on the subway. Had a bag of ’em. Didn’t need to use any, not even one. But it was there, just in case.” She gave him a curious look then burst out laughing. She clearly didn’t understand, probably thought he was kidding, but he didn’t feel like going through the details of