Page 45 of Cove City: Vol. I

His beard tickled my thighs as his tongue flicked on my pearl. My hips adjusted as my legs opened wider. I took hold of his locs as I tried shoving his face closer. “Mmm,” he hummed.

“Woo shit. God!”

He slurped and sucked me up until my legs began to jerk. My body began feeling euphoric. The sensation going through me I knew my orgasm would soon show her ass. “Eat it baby, don’t stop, please.”

Zeus stroking my pussy with his tongues as his fingers played in my insides like piano keys. My body jerked again. I felt it coming and coming fast. My eyes closed, my body arched, and my hand on his locs had gotten tighter. “I’m-I’m,” I panted heavily. “I’m cummin’Zeusss!” I screamed.

“Oh shit!” I heard him.

As my center spit in his face. I let out a satisfying laugh as my eyes lowered to him. He used his hand to wipe his face. “Oh, that’s what we’re on? Bet.”

He stood at the end of the bed, slapped my thighs and pulled my body until my ass was hanging off the edge of the bed. He tapped my pussy with his dick a few times before there was a banging on the door downstairs. “Man, fuck that door,” he grumbled.

“Zu! Nigga it’s an emergency!” I heard Foe.

We stared at each other curiously. Zeus moved away from me as he went into the bathroom. I got up and threw on my robe to go downstairs. It was nice that the guys lived next door to each other, but sometimes it was annoying. I quickly jogged down the steps and swung the door open. Foe’s face frowned. “Where Zu?”

“He’s coming, what’s wrong?”

He went to say something but paused as Zu came rushing down the steps, tripping over them and falling. “Goddamn!” he grumbled.

“Zu nigga we got to go. Somebody set Zaria’s place on fire.”

“What!” I shouted.

Zeus didn’t even say anything to me. He snatched his keys and walked out the door. A gnawing feeling took over my stomach. The sound of the bikes zooming down the street had drifted off. I closed the door behind me.Who would set Zaria’s place on fire? Why?All the questions played in my head. Then, I thought about today’s event with Chevy and Bishop going head-to-head again.Could Bishop and Pierre have done something so cold?

I quickly went upstairs to my phone. I tried calling Pierre, but he didn’t answer. So, I called again, and it went straight to voicemail.Shit!I needed to go to Pierre’s. I needed answers. I knew we said two days, but the time was now. I quickly got dressed and rushed down the stairs, grabbed my keys, and headed to the door. When I swung it open, I was met with a teary-eyed Zaria. “They’re trying to destroy us. June is,” she paused as she couldn’t get her words out.

I honestly felt bad because she had worked so hard to keep shit at bay and everyday Chevy was challenged, he was turning into something monstrous, and I know it was only a matter of time before it would no longer be controlled. Instead of leaving, I decided to be there for Zaria as she had done for me so manytimes. I embraced her in a hug. I prayed like hell Seven to Da Cove had nothing to do with it because if they did. Bishop and Chevy would be much more treacherous than their mothers Angela and Grace and the dark days of the Cove will last until one of them were dead.

Isipped on the cup of Tea Best sat in front of me. I glared down at the calm herbal mixture, thinking about the words Naheem spewed at me. Best came over, sitting across from me with her cup. She daintily sipped on the steamy cup. “Are you okay?” she asked me.

I forced a smile on my face as I nodded at her. “Today was just—”

“Welcome to the Cove, love. This place is far from what people paint it to be. This place is bleeding tears of pain, and no matter how much people try to stop them, it just keeps coming.”

I thought coming here and getting a job would brighten my life. I figured the money would start coming in, and I would be ready to take on the world. Instead, I was trapped in an Oz-like world. The things that happened to me were things you only experience in movies, but I was a living witness that anything you think cannot happen to you could. I let out a sigh.

“Best, I don’t know if I can get this story done. There are endless secrets, and Pierre,” I paused.

Pierre was probably the best thing that has happened to me so far since I arrived here, but he was also the one who connected to the world I was uncovering. I looked at Best, “Your son, he’s a part of it isn’t he?” I asked.

“My son has made some bad decisions, but he’s not a bad person. Pierre has always been the one to try to please others, and it has cost him something, but with you, he’s not like that.”

My eyes averted. She giggled. “I see how you two look at each other. Especially the first day of meeting each other. I knew when you walked into that building the first day, you would be around for a while. Take it slow. You both need to be able to trust each other. Pierre needs someone like you. He messed up once, and I assure you, he won’t do it again.”

“He’s in love with Sasha,” I blurted out.

She froze, then took a deep breath. “She was a season. A season of learning. A season of growing. Their season is over, and they are both stepping into something new. I’m sure he has love for her, but they have both outgrown whatever it was they had.”

“I don’t want to be a season,” I mumbled.

She sipped on her tea again, then got up and went to the back. She came back with a small box with a lock on it. She gently placed it on the table, then eyed me as she used her key to open it. She pulled out a few letters and some photos. She laid them on the table with her hand over it. “I’ve been holding this in for a very long time. Let me show you what a season is and what holding in a love that wants to burst out of you does.” She said as she slowly removed her hand and sat back.

I picked up the photos first. It was of a young best with a TSU shirt on standing next to a handsome young man. For a second Ithought it was Bishop then I looked again. My eyes quickly rose to her. “Is that?”

“Naheem Avery. He was smart, handsome, and very charming. He and I were high school sweethearts. After prom, he declared we would marry each other, but I was in my prime. I had a career I was chasing after. I determined not to let a man hold me back. One summer, it was our senior year of college. His father wanted to take him away to, I guess, teach him everything he's now into, and he begged to marry me. He begged to whisk me away into the sunset, but I couldn’t. I loved Naheem with everything in me, but I couldn’t. I was afraid. I was afraid that if one day he decided he no longer wanted me, what would I become? I felt like I would have regretted my life for the sake of a man. We parted ways, I finished college, and he went off with his father and became the man he is today. He met Bishop’s mother and me,” she paused. “I met Pierre’s father. I’m saying all that to say you don’t know what effect you have on someone until you turn your back on them. Naheem and I were a season, and although I never said yes, I learned from that. I moved on, and so did he. Our season changed him. So, if you don’t want to be a season Tuesday, don’t. Love Pierre like no one ever has because if you both miss that opportunity, you don’t know what either of you will become.”

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