“You think I really give a shit about that right now, Yasmine? Look, this is about us. I don’t give a fuck about who and what you are in that courtroom. I only care about what you do in the fucking bedroom. I am arrogant, but I can back that shit up and you know it. You know my work well.” He heard her swallow. “You never got me outta your mind, did you, baby? You probably think of me a lot when you play with yourself, run your fingers all over that sopping wet bearded clam. You ever look at a bearded clam? Looks just like a juicy pussy… your pussy.” He chortled as she hissed in disgust. “And you wanted to call me, didn’t you? Have me come over and finish you off because your finger can’t do what Raze can do. But because of how we met, and what I do and how I do it, you figured, ‘Why waste my time?’ He’s a dog… a nympho… a cheat… not worth the aggravation.” She was quiet on the other end, but all he could do was laugh. “I’m right. I know I’m right.”
“Aren’t you all of those things, though? I mean, let’s be honest here. I had time to think afterwards, once the excitement wore off and I was able to come back to my senses and process everything. I had what I had with you, and yes, it meant something because I learned some new things about myself from a sexual standpoint that I didn’t realize, and that’s great. And yes, Nix, thank you for helping me to achieve that. You were the catalyst, but I am not looking for another hookup with you because it will make my life complicated. I don’t do drama. I do not want any wham bam, thank you, ma’ams. That’s not what I wish for in life. We had… something. An experience. I am using it to help me. You were merely a tool, a teacher. Now, the lesson is over.”
“Oh, baby, no… That was just me passing out the syllabus. You see, good sex only requires a couple of bodies. Great sex requires the mind. You have no idea what I am capable of showing you. That was nothing. School is very much still in session.”
“Nix,” she huffed, “Thank you for calling. I have to go now.”
“Wait. One more thing, baby. Tell me something.” He scratched the side of his nose and glared at his reflection in his mirror. “What do you want?”
“What do you mean, what do I want?”
“You said I’m not what you want, but you never said what you do want.” He cocked his head to the side, listening closely. Waiting.
After a few seconds of silence, she answered.
“Something you can’t give me. And before you say it, I don’t have to know you personally to know that you just don’t have it in you. Now, you have a nice day, Nix. I wish you well in life, and in your future… adventures.”
The call went dead. He stared at his cellphone and burst out laughing.
Oh, baby… you’ve really fucked up now. This woman is fuckin’ incredible! The audacity to hang up on me! Disbelief set in and he put the phone down, his mind racing, plotting, gunned up for a new mission.
Yasmine Prince, you did exactly the thing you should NEVER do to a guy like me.
Make me want you.
She thinks she’s just looking for a knight in shining armor.
Bullshit.
She’s looking for the sword.
You want ‘The Rose’ or Raze? Makes me no fuckin’ difference. They’re one and the same and you’re getting both. I was made for this shit. At the end of the day, I’m the Satyr, baby, and you’re about to get the horns…
CHAPTER FOUR
No Bed of Roses
It was unusually chilly that day, but the sweet scent of white roses in the office more than made up for it. She’d walked in that morning and bam! – the beautiful bouquet of floral fuckers was waiting for her in a large crystal vase, stopping her in her tracks. Impressive, just like him. Encroaching on her space, screaming at her with their magnificence. As she nudged the door closed behind her with a bump of her hip, they demanded to be seen.
Five minutes later, she sat at her desk still looking at them. Speechless. They matched her white pantsuit, which also had purple trim along the blazer collar and hem. The