Page 40 of He Snatched My Soul

Her body shuddered, and she came hard as fuck. The feeling of her velvety walls wrapped around my dick had my heart racing aggressively in my chest. The back of my head dug into the headrest with my teeth baring, meeting her every thrust. Every part of me craved her as I felt my nut quickly rising and shooting out of me into her awaiting tunnel. As we lay there, both of us trying to catch our breath, Modesty laid her head on my chest and slowly rocked on my dick until I went soft. She slowly eased off my lap and sat in the passenger seat.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened earlier? Why were you so distant with me?”

“I know, and I’m sorry. Here?” I handed her some napkins out of the glove compartment so she could clean up, and I did the same.

After she finished getting herself together, she turned to look at me and said, “Even as we were fucking, I could feel a disconnect— almost like you were somewhere else.”

I dropped my head, raking my hand through my beard in deep thought. I knew I had to tell Modesty about Anastasia. How she would receive it was what I was worried about.

“The phone call that I received was from my mother when we boarded the jet. She was letting me know that my ex was at her house looking for me.”

She looked over at me with a blank expression on her face. She seemed to be processing what to say. Modesty never really agreed to be my girl, but I let her know she was my lady.

“So y’all talked?” Her voice was low.

“Nah, not really. I didn’t have shit to say to her, so I dipped.” My nostrils flared, thinking about the whole situation.

“I think you do. Look, Jamian, you may say you don’t have any feelings for your ex, but the way you reacted after that call says otherwise. I’m not trying to get caught up in whatever y'all may or may not have going on,” she said and went to get out of the truck, but I stopped her.

“Where are you going, baby? Ain’t shit going on between me and that girl. I want you, and only you, baby.” I leaned over and kissed her lips.

“Jamian, could you look me in the face and tell me that you don’t still have feelings for her?” When I didn’t immediately answer, she snatched away and got out of my ride, slamming the door in my face.

Fuck!

I didn’t stall because I couldn’t answer her question. I stalled because I was trying to find the right words to tell Modesty that I loved her ass.

Two weeks later

Despite being tired, I forced myself out of bed to shower and get ready this morning. I had never been so happy it was Friday. The day just started, and I couldn't wait for it to be over so I could enjoy my weekend. My bed and Kindle were calling me more than a bill collector. The past few weeks have taken a huge toll on me. Work had been kicking my ass. The prep and grand opening of the new Armstrong Hotel and Casino have been a lot, and work is still ongoing. I had been putting together the promo and future events until I can hire an events coordinator and an assistant manager. We needed more upper management staff to run an establishment this large.

Now dressed and ready to go, I grabbed my Louis Vuitton tote bag and headed out of my room and into the kitchen to grab my lunch before leaving my condo. Today, I dressed down in some fitted blue jeans and a white sleeveless blouse. I completedmy outfit with a pair of strappy heels. I made sure to throw a pair of slides in my bag for when I got off. I was leaving work early so that I could meet my mom, grandma, and Jayla for our nail appointment.

Hiking my purse on my shoulder, I stepped off the elevator into the lobby. My heels clicked across the marble floors as I made my way to the exit. I was ready to pass the security desk when I noticed a huge bouquet of roses sitting on there. They were beautiful and had the lobby smelling like a flower shop.

“Good morning, Ms. Blackwood. I was just about to ring you. These were delivered for you,” Chester, the guard that worked the desk, said to me as I was leaving. I was shocked because who was sending me flowers?”

I smiled while grabbing the flowers to carry them with me to my car. My mind was still piqued as to who sent me these beautiful flowers. Hitting the locks on myMercedes Benz S-class, I opened the door and climbed inside, setting my purse on the passenger seat. I didn’t even shut the door before I plucked the card from the arrangement and read the small note.

Juicy.

I didn’t hesitate to answer your question because it was true. I hesitated because I was trying to find the words to express my feelings for you. A nigga done fell hard for you, baby. How could I not? You're beautiful, smart, I love your drive and your ambitions to succeed in everything you do. And you got some fire ass pussy! What is there not to love? It’s you that I want, baby, and I’m coming for you.

Missing you like crazy, Juicy.

Jamian A.

I must’ve read over Jamian’s note like five times before I returned it to the envelope and set the roses in the back seat. I shut my door and rested my head back with my eyes closed as I let my tears run freely down my face. My emotions were all over the place. Yes, I missed Jamian. God knows I do. I just refuse to get into something with a man who was still harboring feelings for his ex, whether he wanted to admit it or not. My phone ringing inside my purse startled me, and I jumped. I grabbed it and saw Ryan's name flash across the screen.

Rolling my eyes, I dabbed my face with a napkin before applying a fresh coat of clear lip gloss to my lips. I proceeded to head to work while ignoring my ringing phone. Ryan had been calling and texting me like he was my damn nigga. He even showed up at my condo. Thank God I took him off my visitors list the day I got back home from Jamaica. I ain’t got time for his whining ass. What part of “it’s over” didn’t he get? I’m over these damn men. I’m just going to focus on me. Fuck it! I’ve been single before.

When I got to my office, my desk was full of paperwork. I had one scheduled meeting on my calendar for this morning, which was due to start in ten minutes. I quickly ate my simple breakfast of just a banana muffin and some orange juice. These past two weeks, I’ve been hitting the gym to work on these added pounds I put on in Jamaica. I could definitely feel it. For the last three days, I’ve been feeling fatigued; like I have no energy. I think it’s because I had been pushing these long hours at work. Add that with me staying up late, watching TV or reading a book on my Kindle, and I’m drained by the middle of the work day.

“Knock! Knock!” Elise, my secretary, walked into my office. “Hey, you have a visitor,” she let me know.

“A visitor? I’m not expecting anyone. Who is it?” I was confused.

Before she could respond, Ryan walked in.

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