Page 14 of His Starr Player

I raised a brow as I stood up. “Are you trying to slut me out, ma’am?”

“Precisely.”

I smirked. “Say no more. I’m down for whatever you got planned. I’ll text you when I’m headed your way.”

We walked hand in hand out of the anime bar and were bombarded with paparazzi. The flash of the camera was annoying as hell, as I shielded her the best I could.

“Ava! Is this your new boo?” one of them asked.

“What happened between you and CCG Jay? Rumor has it that the two of you had an altercation a few weeks ago,” another questioned.

The valet guy must have tipped them off because he had a guilty expression on his face as he held out the keys for her to take. I pushed them out the way to give Ava the space to get in her car. She had a nice ass Mercedes Benz. She started the car and closed the door. I waited until she pulled off before I got in my car.

I was used to the paparazzi looking for their next viral pop culture headline, so it didn’t faze me as much as it probably did Ava. Tonight had been perfect until this moment.

My phone dinged as I pulled out onto the main street and merged into the lane that would get me onto the highway toward my home. I didn’t respond until I got home, but when I pulled into the parking garage, I opened the text thread.

AVA:

Tonight was great. Sorry you had to deal with those stupid ass paparazzi assholes. If you don’t want to come back to my place, I completely understand.

I shook my head at her concern for me. It was cute.

Me:

You think I’m scared of a couple nosey ass photo taking mothafuckas? Baby, I’ll be headed your way as soon as you say you’re ready for me.

AVA:

Oop, say no more. Here’s my location.

A notification with her pinned location popped up in the thread. I hearted it and put it in my maps app. Once the route was picked, I got out of my car and headed inside to shower and pack my bag. It took me about forty minutes to get everything together and head back out.

Me:

I’m twenty away. See you soon, beautiful.

She hearted the message. That was all I needed to see before I zoned out to the music and allowed the lyrical genius of J. Cole to fuel my vibes to her place. My addiction to Ava had begun the moment I stood beside her in the club weeks ago. Her scent intoxicated me, and when she gave me a taste, I had jumped off the deep end. I wanted her to be mine. Shewillbe mine.

My sex playlistblared through the speakers as I went around my home, making sure everything was perfect. I had my LED oil diffusers on. The oil blend was known for increasing arousal. I also had my favorite Bath & Body Works candle lit: Mahogany Vanilla. It was the perfect blend of woodsy and sweet.

I had my braids pulled into a high ponytail. My skin was smooth, clean, and moisturized. I wore a two-piece lingerie set. The lavender color complemented my skin. The lace hid the important parts of my body while the silk robe covered everything else. I couldn’t wait to open the door for Marcus. I wanted to show him a side of myself I often hid from everyone. I wanted to be completely submissive to him. I wanted to release my inhibitions and welcome all the sexual pleasure from him.

The doorbell chimed throughout the apartment. My nerves grew for only a moment. As soon as I opened the door, the sight of him made my mouth water. He was dressed in a plain black T-shirt, gray sweatpants, and slides. He was always so relaxed in his appearance. He didn’t need flashy outfits to look good. He was sexy with or without designer. He had a duffel bag draped over his shoulder—his spend the night bag. Good. I wanted to be able to do nasty things with him until the sun came up again. I’d become addicted to him and that thick ass dick between his legs.

“Damn,” we said in unison.

“Hi,” I added shyly.

“Hey. You look… wow.”

“Thank you. Come on in. I have the bedroom ready for us.”

He stepped through the door and placed his bag on the floor. He toed off his shoes before his hands reached for me.

“You did all this for me?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes. Is that okay?”

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