Page 41 of Impacted by Love

A low chuckle escapes my mouth, lifting my hand in recognition and agreement with her statement.

When her palm connects with mine in a high-five, I verbally respond. "See, you love me for all the things you mentioned a minute ago, but I love you because God's messenger already told me what you're capable of. How about we go back to my crib, and you demonstrate both strengths to erase the memory of one of my weak moments?"

"Let's. I'll pray on the way there, so we have that part out of the way."

"Say less, sweet baby."

"You forfeitingyour obligations after losing is wild, sweet baby. I didn't take you for a sore loser," Asaiah jokes, causing me to erupt in giggles.

I'm at Sipping Thangs Beverages after a grueling work day and craving coffee despite the late afternoon, when I shouldn't require the caffeine boost. Asaiah is heading here to meet me before returning to work and heading to an out-of-state conference with his boss and several other staff members. I'm sad about his impending departure but happy about being able to see him before he has to leave.

"I didn't forfeit. You just gave me more things to deal with when you thought hiding was a game I enjoy."

"Onesti."

Hearing my name makes me look to see a man I wish had forgotten my existence.

"Roy," I begrudgingly respond.

"Who the hell is Roy?" Asaiah grumbles.

Roy Copeland is the epitome of sex with his dark complexion, full beard that I've had the pleasure of saturating with my juices, and his over six feet muscular build. Even now, Roy's hooded eyes are peering intently into me with a look that has driven me bananas in the past, yet Roy is my past. The butterflies I felt before are long gone, and in their wake is a feeling of impending bubble guts. My mouth twists into a deep frown at Roy's audacity in speaking to me like we're cool.

"I saw you after I placed my order and wanted to?—"

"Lose his got damn life. Don't let my church attendance fool you, sweet baby. I'm a man who has zero problems getting active over the woman I love. Tell little bro to move around," Asaiah barks in my ear.

Hm. Should I tell him now or later how much his aggression turns me on?

No, let's see how gorilla he'll get over you. I don't believe he's about that life.

Can't you behave? My goodness.

"You look good, Onesti," Roy compliments, cutting off the internal debate between good and evil within me.

"Oh, I see you like show and tell. Bet," Asaiah concedes before three beeps sound in my ear, instantly increasing my heart rate.

Ooh, this is about to be so good, my evil angel says, rubbing her hands together while the good angel hangs her head.

A spark of apprehension floats through my mind when an image of an unconscious and battered Roy enters my mind. Subconsciously, I allow my eyes to rake over Roy, taking him in from head to toe before my gaze lands on his left ring finger. My lip curls, and my stomach sours upon seeing the evidence of our breakup.

"Why are you at my table after everything you did to disgrace me, Roy?"

"I made a mistake which caused me to fu?—"

"Fuck around and find out that while you don't value the blessings of our Savior, I definitely will," Asaiah cuts Roy off, seemingly appearing out of thin air.

My focus had been on Roy and not my surroundings, which caused me to miss Asaiah's approach.

"Hm. Not likely," Roy counters, sizing Asaiah up.

A humorless chuckle leaves Asaiah's mouth, causing a cold shiver to slide down my back as I wordlessly watch the exchange. From the glower on Asaiah's mouth and the hardness in his eyes, I don't think it's a good idea for me to interject. Therefore, I'm sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting to see how this is going to play out.

Dear God, why is my pussy purring and percolating under this table?

"How old are you, little bro?" Asaiah asks Roy tauntingly.

Being the devilish instigator that she is, my bad angel starts rapping a Master P song I haven't heard in years, and I fight hard not to laugh at her antics.

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