Page 16 of Dear Glory

“I missed you, my Dear Glory.” He steps closer to me and like a cat I nearly jump out of my skin from how good he smells.

“I…”

“Dinna yu miss me, luv?” he whispers against my ear and I just know he can hear the sound of my heart beating wildly against my ribcage.Jesus… there goes that accent he tries to hide.

“I did… I missed you too,” I mutter in a hushed tone, peeking up at him, and he throws me a nefarious smile, bending at the knees, coming face to face with me, so close that the tip of our noses touch.

“Glory,” he whispers against my lips.

“Y-yes?”

“Yer scent takes my breath away,” he growls and I hiccup, embarrassed.

“Th-thank you I… it’s Giorgio A-Armani.”

“Really?” His large hands cup my waist tight as he snatches me closer to him, humming as his calloused palm glides down my hip to my center, where I’m ashamed to feel him meet the juices leaking down my thigh. “It smells authentically glorious to me.” My eyes flutter closed and a whimper escapes me.God… hear me out…

“Mr. O’Hara, your car awaits.” I hear over his shoulder at the far end of the hall, causing my eyes to snap open. I zero in on Lawrence, who faces forward, legs spread apart and hands behind his back at attention. I could have been a piece of lint floating away in the wind.My God was this man standing there WATCHING?!

“AXIL!” I try to shove him away, but he chuckles.

“No need to be embarrassed, Glory. He’ll witness you do dirtier things than this. It’s a useless emotion, so rid yourself of it.” He walks past me into my room, and I follow him, noticing he’s glancing around, inspecting or looking for something. Soon,I see him swipe something from my bathroom counter then ushering me out the door.

“WAIT! Do you expect me to leave the room looking like this?!” I panic, trying to go back, but he takes my hand, yanking me to him.

“Why? Are you scared?” he teases.

“AXIL! I—” I don’t get the word out when something soft and heavy falls onto my shoulders. Shaken, I turn back to see an extremely handsome Black man with skin even richer than mine. His features are sharp and manly, his eyes dark like a lion on a hunt, his lips full and suckable. “Who?” I squeak almost inaudibly.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Glorinda. My name is Fabian,” he says as he takes my hand and bows, forehead touching the back of my hand in place of his lips.Oh! It’s Mr. Chocolate…

“Likewise.” I blink, taken aback at how attractive he is.How are all his guards so fine?

Axil takes my hand after fixing my coat to make it so I’m completely covered and leads down to the lobby where I thought I would be embarrassed. Yet, I’m so preoccupied by Axil that onlookers are nothing but side characters who don’t deserve more than a passing glance.

He then guides me outside, where there is a stretch limo awaiting us, and helps me in.

As a woman who’s been in many a limo, things like this rarely impress me, but I’m left speechless by the level of opulence and style.

“Comfortable?” he asks, pulling me so close to him to where not even an ant could crawl between us.

“I would say so,” I reply as I glance over to him from the corner of my eye, trying to keep my cool.

“Good.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “A woman such as yourself deserves nothing but the best.”

“Oh? And how would you know what kind of woman I am?” I turn to him, and he smirks, watching me with amused eyes.

“How could I not know when it takes but a glance? And for those who do not possess the ability to see one’s worth, I’m sure they would know once you cut them down with your words,” he chuckles and I pout, crossing my arms, averting my gaze.

“It’s not my fault I’m surrounded by imbeciles who can’t handle a woman with bigger balls than they could ever dream of having,” I snap, rolling my eyes. He hooks his finger under my chin, dragging my gaze back to his.

“That’s exactly why you need someone like me in your life, Glory.”

“And what are you going to do that’s so different from any other man I come in contact with?” I raise a brow, and he leans over and begins nibbling on my ear just as the song “Freak Me” by Silk blares onto the limo speakers.

“Break you,” he grunts, hand traveling to my breast and squeezing hard. “Who else but me can crack those legs open an’ devour every part of the old you? By the time I spit you back out, you’ll not only be a new woman, but you’ll know who to kneel in front of and wag your tail at with permission,” he adds as he grasps my waist, dragging me onto his lap to face him, seating me on something hard and very much so happy to see me.

“AXIL!”

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