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CHAPTER 42

Tuesday morning, I hadher back against the cool tiles in the shower while I carved a path through her, finding my way to her heart while her nails dug into my shoulders.

Tuesday afternoon, we broke a leg on one of her kitchen chairs while she begged for mercy that I refused to give her.

Tuesday night, I discovered how flexible she was. Babygirl can hit a mean split, and I took advantage.

Today, Wednesday, we’re testing the durability of the coffee table. Everything that was on it is now on the floor and Zimyra is currently out of her mind, sounding like she’s having an out-of-body experience while I’m inside her body. I love hearing her moan and call out for me. Love seeing her face while I make love to her. She deserves everything she’s getting after such a long wait. I’m going to make sure she gets everything that’s coming to her.

A little after twelve, we take an afternoon stroll and when we get back home, she goes to the kitchen to prepare lunch. She takes a call from Zander and while they converse, I call Murphy to check in.

“Fill me in,” he says upon answering. “You get your girl?”

“I did—best decision of my life,” I say, glancing over at Zimyra before I step outside. I jog downstairs to the ground level and pace the sidewalk.

“Good. Now you can stop looking like a sad puppy.”

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“Yeah, you were down bad.”

“All I can say is, you’ll understand why one day.”

“I know I will, man. I know I will.”

“Ay, we’re coming to visit this weekend.”

“Cool. I get to meet the woman who took my man off the market.”

“Yep. Hey, I’ll holla at you—gotta call Pops real quick.”

“Ah’ight, man. Peace.”

I immediately dial Peter and when he answers, I say, “I’ll be back that way this weekend.”

“Is Zimyra coming with you?”

“Yes. You guys will finally get to meet her.”

“That’s my boy,” he says.

I shake my head and smirk. I like how my people were rooting for me to fix this situation with Zimyra. You can always count on family to have your back. Shoot, knowing Peter, he would’ve hired a counselor or something to make sure we worked things out.

“We’ll be there Saturday morning, but flying back out Sunday night so Zimyra can finish up her last week of work at Atlantic.”

“I don’t like the sound of that one bit. Do you think I can convince her to stay?”

“I’m not sure. She has other things she’s working on, but you know what—perhaps we can discuss it when we get there. I’ve made dinner reservations at Harborstone for Saturday at six.”

“Perfect. I haven’t been there in a while. It’ll be a good time.”

“Alright. I’ll see you this weekend.”

I slide my phone in my pocket and go back inside to see that Zimyra has whipped up some club sandwiches. She even fried some bacon to put on them. A sandwich with chips is the perfect afternoon snack.

We sit at the table to eat. She says, “The family is meeting at Saluda’s for dinner tonight. Zander was calling to make sure I was going to be there.”

“Just you?”

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