Page 71 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

A few minutes passed before I shook her slightly to wake her ass up. She would bust a nut and fall asleep in a minute. “Aye… what was that hot shit you said about me to Skip at the club?”

“Boy!” She giggled and slapped my chest. “I’m not worried about you or your snitching-ass friend.”

“Oh, you ain’t worried about me?” I pinched her nipple, causing her to cry out. I loved the sounds she made, and my dick was already getting back hard. “Say that shit again.”

“Ugh, Dreee,” she moaned as I thumbed her clit. “Wait!” She stopped me and slowly dragged her eyes to the floor beside us. Following her line of sight, I zoned in on Kurt’s dead body. “What about Kurt?”

“Fuck that dead-ass nigga. He’ll be delivered to Nate’s bitch ass soon enough, and then it’s lights out for him too. But, aye…” I placed my finger under her chin and brought her eyes back to me. “You know how you was twerking with your leg over that banister?” She frowned in confusion before recollection hit. “Yeah, I was watching your freaky ass. Tell me, wife, can you do that on my dick?”

Biting her lip, she turned around and got into the reverse cowgirl position. She left one knee to the side of me as she straightened the other leg and placed it on the back of the couch.

“Hold on, husband.” She winked at me over her shoulder. “This ride might get a little wild.”

Fuck, I love this girl.

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“Areyou sure you want to do this so soon?” Denim spoke as I drove through the city. “We can just go back to the house and enjoy a nice day at home.”

Intertwining my fingers into hers, I brought the back of her hand to my lips and kissed it. I’ve never been this affectionate with a woman before, and I’m not mad about it. “Trust me, Lil’ Mama… everything is going to be fine.” I glanced her way and winked. “Just relax and enjoy the day. I promise you—I got you.”

Giving me a small smile, she leaned over the console and kissed my cheek. Feeling my dick stir in my slacks, I shift in my seat to relieve some of the pressure. I respected her enough to not let her pull up at her parent’s house with dick on her breath.

Being back in Florida for those few days was the most miserable time of my life. I loved being home and missed my people when away, but I missed my girls more. After praying with my grandparents and talking it over with my brothers, I chose to work for Boudreaux Enterprises remotely, choosing to take a stay in Milly Grove. Denim and I were going to figure out how to be together while keeping our jobs, and we were going to do it together.

“My parents can be a little pushy,” Denim stated nervously as we approached the small stairs to the front door. Her family home was located between Highland Meadows and Mills Manor. It was immaculate, nonetheless, and it made me envision us staying in something more humble than a mansion here or back in South Florida. “Don’t take anything my father says to heart and?—”

“It’s about time you two showed up.” Her father snatched open the front door and interrupted her little spill. “Bri has been worrying the hell out of me.”

“Papa Joe, is that my mommy?” I shook his hand and peeked behind him, hoping to see Big Bri. “You said she was coming today and—Andre!”

Once she laid her eyes on me, everyone else was an afterthought. Moving her grandfather out of the way and bypassing her mother, Briley ran right into me.

“Hey, Big Bri!” I gushed as I picked her up into my arms and hugged her tightly. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, Dre.” She hugged my neck as only she could. “You left me and didn’t say goodbye!”

Only Briley could make a nigga feel less of a man. Hurting her little feelings was the last thing I ever wanted to do, and if I could help it, I would never do it again.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” I kissed her temple and rocked her slowly. Her mother and grandparents watched our interaction with smiles on their faces. “How about I make it up to you by taking you to get a new tea set. Then, we can talk about me staying around a little longer. Are you okay with that?”

Nodding wildly, she gave me the brightest smile before kissing my cheek. Holding onto her while her grandfather ushered me inside, she refused to leave my arms, so I held onto her as she greeted her mother.

“It’s nice to see you again, Andre.” Mrs. Atkins beamed and patted my arm, much to Denim’s surprise. Winking at her daughter, she greeted her as well. “You look refreshed, DenimBoudreaux.” I chuckled, watching Denim’s eyes double in size. “Brunch will be ready shortly, so make yourself at home.”

“You’ve all met?” Denim looked around at each of us in confusion. “You told them about us? When?”

“When you decided to go on your little hiatus and shack up with him a few weeks ago.” Her mother winked as she came over and pried Briley from my arms. “You told me you were going to help me with the waffles, Bri. Maybe I could get your mother to help me with the meats.”

“But I don’t want to leave Andre…” She pouted as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. “What if he leaves without saying goodbye again?”

“Big Bri, I promise you… I will be right here with Papa Joe, okay?” I assured her as I stood from the couch. Bending to kiss her forehead, she gave me another smile. “I promise.”

“Okay!” She giggled and grabbed her mother’s hand. “Come on, Mommy! Let’s go. This time, we have to do the bacon right. Andre said you burnt it last time.”

Gasping at her daughter, we all shared a laugh as the girls went into the kitchen, leaving me and her father alone in the living room. He and I stood in silence for a moment before he nodded for me to follow him toward his study. As stated, this wasn’t my first time in his home, so I knew the way.

“It’s good to see you back.” He got right to it as soon as he closed the door behind him. “Would you like a drink?”

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