Page 30 of This: Blake & Emon

“Let go for me,” she breathed out, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Because I’m about to let go for you.”

And with that, they released at the same time, allowing love to wash over them. “You dangerous, girl. Real fucking dangerous.”

Blake couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. It was Emon who moved first, dick still swinging as he entered the bathroom connected to his office. He turned on the shower for her and came back to pick her up in his arms and carry her to the shower.

“I love you,” she yelled from the shower. Blake sighed, content and thankful real niggas were back in style.

“I love you too, baby.”

Chapter 15

“Nah, hoe don’t come in here skinning and grinning. You’re late,” Paige said as Blake slid into the booth at Dreamwings. The girls had decided on wings from their favorite spot for lunch, and they loved to support this family-owned business, not to mention the food was delicious.

“I’m sorry, the delivery took a little longer.” She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I bet the delivery of pussy did take a little longer,” Paige shot back.

“Girl, get up out of my business. Y’all already order?” she asked, settling in. Blake was only going to apologize once about her tardiness because she wasn’t sorry. Sometimes things just happened the way they did. She was, however, grateful he had a shower in his office because lunch would’ve been cancelled.

“No, we wanted to wait on you,” Taylor mentioned with a smile. She wasn’t mad at her friend, especially now that she was getting good pipe herself. She knew and understood the glow. In fact, after she left, she had plans of her own.

“Cool, lets order before we get into the fun. I’m starving.”

“I bet,” Paige muttered, smiling. She was now the hater of the group. Blake laughed and blew her straw paper at her.

“What’s got you by the cat?” Taylor asked, causing Blake to choke on her sweet tea.

“For one, I feel like y’all been keeping secrets, and I don’t like that.” Paige looked between them. “And don’t act like I’m tripping. “

Taylor and Blake looked at each other like who gon’ tell her? However, Blake knew it wasn’t her place to tell anyone about Brooks or her split from Tyree. Blake leaned back, leaving room for Taylor to spill the tea. She was just here for support and to kick it with her girls.

“You right,” Taylor finally said, taking a deep breath. “I got some things to share, but can we order first? This ain’t exactly light conversation, and Blake’s late ass got me hungry.”

The girls placed their orders and made small talk while waiting for the food to come.

“In the meantime, I need a new man,” Paige said, scrolling through her newsfeed. She was frustrated with herself about her own life and dating situation. Paige was getting tired of waiting around for JT to get home. It had been three years of waiting for him, a lot of appeals, a lot of promises, and even more visits. She was tired, and the closer she got to thirty, the more she wanted to get settled into something real. Paige already had the career. She was working her way up to being the bank manager and beyond. She did taxes on the side too. It was just time.

“Ok, so what’s stopping you?” Taylor asked. She had been telling her to wake up when it came to that. Taylor could be naïve, reserved, and green, but she knew she was right about this situation. Her gut wasn’t wrong. She had been praying for her friend to wake up.

“I don’t know. Maybe familiarity.”

“I can feel that, but it can happen again. Obviously, it’ll take time, but it’ll happen. I personally don’t care about JT. Icare about you. I want you to have all the things you want. But you gotta want that too,” Blake said.

The girls snapped as Blake had just given a word.

“Preach,” Paige and Taylor said in unison. Blake was only speaking facts. Paige was beautiful. She kept her hair done and could pull any style off. She had beautiful high cheekbones, a beautiful soul, and a body to match. She could pull whoever she wanted, and Blake wanted her to remember that.

“It’s been two weeks since I said enough, and I think this is the longest it’s been.”

“They say it only takes twenty-one days to break a habit. Sometimes you gotta get rid of that comfortto get what God got for you,” Taylor said, doing the preaching.

“And Paige, you are a baddie. You got good credit, drive, and a beautiful soul. You are the prize.”

Paige grabbed Blake’s hand and squeezed it from across the table. The food had arrived, and the girls took a few minutes to get settled in, prep their food, pray, and savor one bite when Taylor decided it was time.

“Tyree and I split up six months ago,” she mumbled with a mouth full of fries.

“What?” Paige’s chicken wing fell to her plate. “Six months? And I’m just now finding out?”

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