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Angel’s eyes quickly landed on my third leg. I wanted to offer her a cocky smirk but couldn’t. My balls ached all day from not releasing. I was in physical pain down below from my own refusal to release for over seventy-four hours. It felt like a pressure cooker under my skin. Seventy-four hours wasn’t long for most guys, but for me it felt like war.

Every hour of not releasing built on the last. I felt real pulsing grinding pain that sat low in my gut, it throbbed like a second heartbeat. Mentally, it messed with me too. I was irritable, on edge, and it felt hard to focus. I was beyond needing the desire of sex, I just needed a release and would get one soon as this conversation was over. Angel started to finally talk, and I sat still like I was fine when in actual reality, everything inside of me was boiling over.

Chapter14

Octavio

“Tell me, what ya want? Tell me, what you need… Tell me if it ain’t good enough for you, baby! Tell me…”

Music crept under my bedroom door lowly like it didn’t belong in my house. My eyes snapped open; at first, I thought it was just a dream. My heart ticked fast as my brain tried to make sense of what the fuck was going on. Quickly, I reached for the nightstand. I took in a deep breath when my hand curled around the cold metal of my gun.

I eased out of bed and moved slowly in just my boxer briefs and wife beater. I didn’t know what to expect on the opposite side of my door. I never shot a gun with the intentions to hurt anyone. Monster and Detavio took me to a gun range and my aim was on point. Was I really about to have to kill someone tonight? I wasn’t sure of the time but already knew it had to be in the middle of the night.

My house was supposed to be silent, dead quiet like it always was. No one had a key, not even my brothers. Music was not supposed to be playing, nobody was supposed to be here. The closer I got to the living room, the louder the music got. Dru Hill “Tell Me” crooned through my speakers.

“Candle lights, we’re alone…I’m up in your mix, if you put me on. Talk to me, I’ll understand…Your need to feel a gentle hand.”

The lyrics matched the candles that I knew I didn’t buy, lit up all around my living room. I stepped out of the hallway and saw the intruder. Rylie Rose was sprawled across my couch like she lived here. Her body covered in crimson red lace lingerie that left little to my imagination.Bold as fuckwas the only words to come to my mind.

With her eyes closed, she put a blunt between her lips and took a long pull. Her head bobbed back and forward then from side to side like she was feeling the lyrics as she hummed along with it. I couldn’t help but stand still and gaze over at her.Was I dreaming or was she for real?I asked myself. Rylie’s eyes remained closed as her delicate fingers dragged from her pudgy stomach up to her hard nipples.

She pinched her left nipple and moaned as she blew smoke circles in the air.

“I know you’re standing there…I’d ask you to crawl to me and taste how wet you have me…but…” She paused to take another pull from her blunt.

“You are in too much shock to obey me.” She chuckled lightly.

Her light brown eyes opened and captured mine. She sat up and reached for the tall glass of wine that I hadn’t noticed on my glass coffee table. She smirked like she expected for me to be standing across from her holding a gun.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I raised the gun a little, not directly aiming it at her. I wanted to make it clear to Rylie that none of this shit was funny to me.

She didn’t flinch, she tilted her head back to take a slow sip of her wine.

“Octavio…I missed you.” She purred as if it explained why she was in my home.

“You love it, that’s why there was no restraining order put in place,” she added, sounding amused.

“You random as fuck.” I lowered my gun and shook my head.

“You fine as fuck.” She licked her lips.

“What’s your angle, Rylie Rose?” I asked.

I felt stumped, I should’ve had my guards—wait…my guards! I walked toward the front door and stopped when I heard her giggle.

“They sleep, I could have killed them…instead, I put them to sleep. I told you that you needed better security detail. I mean, you’re far too important to be this accessible,” she stated the obvious.

I turned back around and decided to entertain her, get in her head a little to see what was up with her.

“Rylie, this isn’t?—”

“Octavio, my love.” She cut me off then clicked her tongue.

“You have to add the Rose to my name.”

“Okay, Rylie Rose. You need help, sweetheart; this isn’t what normal people do.” I held my hand out for emphasis of what she just did.

“I’m not a normal bitch. I want you; I love you, and I need you. I’m just simply speeding up the process so you can see how real this shit is. I don’t want people to get hurt in the process of me trying to proclaim my love for you, Octavio.”

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