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“What you about to get into?” he asked casually.

My mind was absolutely blank. What kind of response was I supposed to give. I clamped my mouth shut and opened it again. “Um, going home.”

“I think you should come with me.”

My left brow hiked. “I’m not interested in being a part of your revenge on Sintonio. We already tried that once.”

Capri drew back. “I can hurt that nigga a hundred different ways. One of them being the way I fucked his ass up last night. I’m an adult, and I can tell when there’s chemistry between me and a person. We’re both going through our own shit. I’m damn sure not looking for anything serious, and I’m sure you aren’t either. We can be two grown ups having fun or not. It is what it is.” Capri was so passive about what he was saying, I truly felt that he didn’t care one way or another if I obliged him or not.

He didn’t lie when he said the chemistry was there because not only was it there, but it was on a hundred. “Where are we going?”

CHAPTER 11

CAPRI

I lickedmy lips as Lisa laid down on my bed face down ass up. That was the position that she chose, and I wasn’t mad at it. She was a gorgeous woman, and I was beyond attracted to her but being with Lisa was only about my need to release. I hated the way I kept running into her and lusting over her so after I saw Kenya at the lounge, I went over to her with the intentions of fucking her again. But the more I watched Lisa and the more I remembered how trash Kenya’s box was, that was an easy plan to forego. I didn’t have the desire to be intimate. There would be no kissing her or performing oral sex, but I wanted her to be aroused. As I eyed Lisa’s pretty pussy, I smacked the left cheek then her right before I grabbed both of them and began to massage. Pressing my finger against her clit, I rubbed gently in a circular motion.

The arch in Lisa’s back deepened as she clenched my sheets in her hands. Running my finger down her center, I discovered that she was wet enough, and I pulled my hard dick from my boxer briefs and placed a condom on. There would be no love making just straight savage fucking, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I pressed the tip of my penis at her opening and pushed myself into her. She was tight and wet enough for me to bite mybottom lip as I entered her inch by inch. Gripping her waist, I held her in place while I filled her up. Once I was inside her, I moved in and out of her tunnel slowly. The moan that she released was so low I barely heard it, but that changed as I increased the speed of my strokes.

Her grip on the sheets tightened while her tone rose a few octaves. “Fuck, Capri,” her moans were choppy as I rammed in and out of her.

I didn’t know shit about Lisa. There was no way I could assume that she hadn’t had sex since she’d given birth but in the event that she hadn’t something urged me to ease up and slow my strokes down. The moans became slow and steady, and Lisa’s pussy became wetter. I found myself releasing a few grunts of my own. Pulling out of her, I commanded that she turn over. Lisa laid flat on her back, and I took one of her nipples into my mouth. That familiar vanilla scent tickled my senses, and I found myself inhaling her scent and becoming lost in it. My manhood rested against her vagina as I sucked and gently bit her nipple. After switching to the other breast, I pushed inside of her, and she whimpered.

Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I became lost in her scent. I would probably never again be able to smell vanilla without thinking of Lisa. The situation with her wasn’t the way it was with Kenya. My sole reason for having sex with her was to violate Dolph. As much as I hated Sintonio, he wasn’t the reason I was fucking Lisa with animalistic passion and aggression. Those pouty lips and exotic eyes were. Along with her pretty brown skin and her subtle curves. Her angelic voice and her feminine aroma.

What the fuck, Capri.

I sexed her hard and fast as I checked myself mentally.This wasn’t about all of her positive attributes. This was about sex. Release. Nothing more. I didn’t see a future with Lisa, so it didn’tmatter if she had the prettiest smile in the world and smelled like sugar, spice, and everything nice. None of it should have mattered.

“Capri,” my name fell off her lips as she locked her legs around my waist. Lisa’s pussy muscles contracted on my member causing me to grit my teeth together. She was insanely wet based mostly off my strokes. There had been very minimal foreplay, but shorty was drenched, and it felt damn good. It was the best pussy I’d had in a minute because that episode with Kenya was a bust.

Lisa’s eyes were closed, so I found myself staring down at her while she came. Not even the slight scowl she wore or the way her mouth fell open took away from her beauty. Her legs began to quake, and her moans were guttural. She was either having one long orgasms, or she had two of them extremely close together. Either way, my manhood couldn’t take the way she was choking him and all the extra wetness. I released into the condom with a groan. When I pulled out of Lisa, her legs were still shaking, and her chest heaved up and down. I disposed of the condom and cleaned myself off. By the time I walked back into my bedroom, she was dressed and searching for her keys.

I watched her appreciating the fact that she wasn’t trying to spend the night. I had nothing against Lisa, but this wasn’t that. After what Robin pulled, I’d never trust another bitch. I didn’t have any more love left to give. Life had robbed me of that. I was just going through the motions. As long as I could get my dick wet, I’d be satisfied with that. Love didn’t have to be in the equation. I didn’t want more kids, and I would never get married and have that white picket fence. That shit was dead. I walked Lisa to the door, unlocked it, and opened it for her. She gave me a small smile, and I gave her a head nod. There was nothing to say. She gave me what I needed, and I was sure that I’d done the same for her. End of story.

The next day, I was at my car dealership when my secretary told me that a woman by the name of Kenya was requesting to see me. Irritation instantly flooded me, but I gave Sheryl the okay to send her back. I wasn’t sure what Kenya wanted, but I was almost certain that I couldn’t help her. I didn’t want to have sex with her again, and we didn’t have anything to talk about.

“Hey, Capri.” Kenya walked into my office wearing shades. The moment she pulled them off and revealed her black eye, I pretty much knew why she was there. “Word got back to Dolph that you were all up on me last night. After you told me about him and Robin, I pretty much told him it was over between us, but he wouldn’t leave the house, so we’ve still been living together. We argued about last night, and this was the result.”

I simply stared at Kenya because I was waiting for her to get to the part that was supposed to mean something to me. When I didn’t speak, she sighed. “He put me out. I’m going to my sister’s house until I can figure something out.”

Again, I just stared at her, and Kenya rolled her eyes.

“I have money put up for a rainy day, but I don’t really have the funds to get a place right now, and I can only stay with my sister temporarily. I was hoping you could spot me a few dollars.”

If Kenya needed money for a place, I doubted she really wanted ‘a few dollars.’ She more than likely wanted me to come through on some tricking shit and save the day, and I was going to have to burst her bubble. The ten thousand dollar loss that Benny caused me pissed me off for sure, but it didn’t break me. Still, I wasn’t giving her shit. I wasn’t obligated to give hermoney just because she gave me dry pussy once. The head might have been worth a few dollars but nah. I wasn’t giving her shit.

“I don’t really have a few dollars to spare,” I replied blankly.

Kenya’s expression turned sour. With her lips curled and her eyes narrowed, I could tell that she knew my response wasn’t an honest one. “Look, Capri. I’m not even asking you for money because we had sex. I’ve known you for as long as I’ve known, Dolph, and we’ve always been cool. You’ve eaten at our home; we bought your daughter gifts.”

“Don’t mention my muhfuckin’ daughter,” I growled as my nostrils expanded with anger. “Yo’ nigga sat in my house and ate at my table just as many times as I ate at his. Only difference was, I wasn’t eating his food knowing that I had unprotected sex with his bitch the same month that she got pregnant. And the times that you and he were buying gifts for my daughter, did he ever mention he thought he might be the father?” my blood was boiling. I was so pissed that my temples had begun to throb. Kenya’s eyes rounded, and she looked as if she’d swallowed a rock.

Yes, at one point, we were all cool. Damn near like family. But Dolph was my friend. My supposed to be brother. It wasn’t Kenya’s fault that he was a snake, but I wasn’t obligated to do shit for her either. I made a steeple with my hands as I attempted to steady my breathing and keep my emotions at bay. Kenya realized her mistake, and she sighed with defeat.

“I’m sorry I bothered you, Capri.” She pivoted and left my office.

Long after she was gone, I continued to stare at the door. It didn’t take much to trigger me. Kenya mentioning Caprice had turned my mood worse than it already was. A frown stayed on my face. It was damn near embedded. Nothing brought me joy or excitement. I didn’t look forward to anything. I was merely a shell of a person. I wasn’t doing anything but existing and eventhat was draining. In an effort to keep my drinking in check, I refused to drink a few days out of the week, and those were the days that I was most irritable. Through the floor to ceiling windows in my office, I could see my employees leaving for the day. I didn’t possess the desire to go home. It was one of the days I’d told myself that I would refrain from drinking. So, I worked. I sat at my desk until damn near midnight working.

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