Always Wrong - Xyla Turner Page 0,25
information, then I am not okay.”
With that, I left it up to her to fill in the blanks, since I’d said too much already, or maybe it was just enough.
By the time Sheryl’s driver, Phil, took us to her place, the vibes were crackling in the air. Her hand was massaging my cock the entire ride back. Once we parked and were inside of her place, Sheryl led the way, passed the living room, and moved straight up to her bedroom. Dropping my bag at the opening of the door, I followed her and watched with muted excitement how she seductively took off her clothes and allowed those curves to speak what she wanted without her saying one word.
This woman pushed all of my buttons, but I was determined to make sure that she knew and felt that I would not stop or let go. I would not let her just leave.
Moving toward her bed, where she sat, naked, I directed her, “Now undress me. Slowly.”
She obeyed, and I watched in fascination as she boldly put her hands on almost every part of my body. When she went to pull down my pants, she slid to her knees and let my cock rub across her face while she moved her head around.
The next morning, I woke to an empty bed and the warm and sweet aroma of coffee. My bag was no longer at the front door, but on the side of the bed. Sheryl must have brought it up for me.
The gesture was a nice one, almost welcoming, even though I’d definitely taken liberties. Once I showered and dressed, I joined her in the kitchen, where she sat at the island looking at her iPad and laughing. “What are you watching?” I asked.
“Comedy show.” She looked up with a smile. “I always like to watch something funny. Life is depressing enough, right?”
She wasn’t asking, but I could appreciate the boundaries she put in place to keep life from being too much. Moving toward her, I wrapped my right arm around her neck, pulling her in to kiss her temple.
“Yeah, it is,” I murmured before letting her go.
Turning, she looked at me with a lifted eyebrow before telling me that my breakfast was in the oven.
“Thank you.” I nodded. “Did you eat?”
“Yeah, I did.” She turned back to the iPad.
“Next time, let’s eat together.” I retrieved my food from the oven where it was warm and covered in foil.
She’d made croissants, spinach, a boiled egg, and some bloody tea. Nodding, I sat next to her and began to eat. It was quite appetizing.
“So let’s get some things straight.” Sheryl’s head turned toward me as I finished off the last of the pastry. “You’ve moved in and infiltrated yourself into my life. I have allowed you to, but I want you to know this, Jacquez. I want a baby, but it does not have to be by you. Again, what I want can be achieved by other means, and if you even act like you want to play games with me, I am telling you now - I’m out. I don’t have time. I have nothing to lose. I’m a single woman with many prospects, and you are not obligated to be my child’s father, nor are you beholden to me in any way. I just want us to both to be clear on that.”
This was the business Sheryl. The one who brokered all the deals.
“We’re clear,” I told her. “The same goes for me, but I think we picked each other for a reason. I do not believe in coincidences, nor do I think that what we started should end there. I follow the signs, Sheryl. Those have led me to the best places in business, and I am doing the same for this. So yeah, we are clear. Now can we cut the shit and start really planning the rest of our lives?”
Her smirk morphed into a smile, and then she said, “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
Chapter Nine
Sheryl South
We spent the day looking at homes and then ended our day exhausted, hungry and tired, and also decided to have our home built. Jacquez contacted a contractor and realtor to see where homes were being built, and we planned to meet them tomorrow.
While we were out, I purchased baby books, magazines on décor, and enlisted in every course there was about parenting. Well, we both did.
Instead of sex, the two of us picked out what our child’s room could look