Always Wrong - Xyla Turner Page 0,48
love this woman. We’re going to get married and have babies as soon as she says yes. So…your son is waiting.”
His strong arm had me nearly in a head lock as I was trying to turn and see her face, instead of his hard chest. All I heard was a huff and a woman’s voice snapping at her son for him to come on. What the fuck was wrong with people? Who did shit like that?
“You all right there, Mayweather?” Jacquez loosened his hold on me with a chuckle.
“It’s not funny. She’s disrespectful,” I retorted.
“Yeah, but I’m not studying her,” he replied.
“I don’t care if you were. You don’t do shit like that.”
“You don’t care?” he asked with one eyebrow up.
“No.” I shrugged.
“You don’t care that I love you? Don’t care that I want to spend the rest of my life with you? You don’t care about me?” he asked.
This was a different question, but I was a bit too emotional to answer them. Therefore, I untangled myself from his grasp and stepped away.
“I would hope that you know that I care for you, Jacquez. That wasn’t what we were talking about, though. We were talking about if you were studying another woman. Let’s not mince words,” I corrected him.
It was then that his alpha stepped in. He took one deliberate step towards me and said, “You’re going to sit here and try to bullshit me about you giving a fuck if I’m studying another woman or not, Sheryl. You are many things, but I never deemed you as a bullshitter.”
With that, he turned and began to walk off. Just like he had the last time. Alarms went off in my head because he was right. I could be a bitch, but I never really was one for the bullshit.
“Jacquez!” I called.
He stopped but remained where he was. At first I didn’t know what to say, but then I blurted, “Yes, I love you, dammit.”
This had him turning around as he eyed at me with that smoldering look. Damn, I missed that. Like he was a lion on the prowl, looking at his prey. Shit, I was happy to be prey and caught in the trap of everything Jacquez. The man was a lovemaking machine, and I could not deny it.
There were very few people on the private beach, which I am sure that woman was around here roaming naked. Or as she said, she was trying to shoot her shot, because he and I couldn’t be together.
BITCH.
However, nonetheless, this man had uprooted his life to come and be with me. I am many things, but I go after what I want.
Always.
Therefore, I made the short trek over to him in the sand and in bare feet threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. Be damned who was around or what they thought. I could kiss my man wherever the fuck I wanted.
Wait.
He was pushing me away.
“What?” I asked as he framed my face and held me at a distance.
“Love, I love that you finally said it, but I meant what I said earlier. I want to obey your wishes and get us right. Involving this, the intimate part, may be confusing or pose a problem, but how do we do this the right way?”
He was so serious, I could not be offended that he was shutting me down. Sex or not, baby or not, he was trying to show me that he wanted me. He wanted us.
With a smile on my face, I nodded my head and said, “How about we discuss this tomorrow? I have something to do, and I want you to be a part of that.”
“Tomorrow?” he clarified.
“Yes, tomorrow. We can discuss all of this.” With a quick swoop, Jacquez leaned in, pulling my head to his lips and kissing my temple, where he lingered.
“Tomorrow, then. Night, love.” He let go and turned around to go to his new beach house.
Watching him walk off, I realized that I did not want to lose him.
We had to get us right too.
Chapter Sixteen
Jacquez
That night I was in the shower, like I had been every fucking day, jerking off to the image of Sheryl riding my cock or better yet, wrapping her lips around it, as she choked or tried to gobble it up. The woman was a beast in the bedroom. Just my bloody speed, to tell the truth.
Her words of “I love you” were almost my undoing, and then she kissed me. Bloody hell, I