Page 26 of Taeja

She sighed, her eyes flickering to the door before settling on him. Behind his locs, she saw anger storming in his eyes. She was unsure why he was angry when he didn’t have the right to be. “How did you find me?”

“Damon.” He grabbed her wrist. “We’re leaving.”

“What? N—”

“Taeja.”

The finality of his words made her know better than to argue. It held the promising threat of getting fucked into oblivion, and it made the part of her that craved chaos want to press his buttons more.

“Let me tell my friend bye,” she said, and he released her. She ran into the room to see Aaliyah polishing her toenails.

Aaliyah looked at Taeja with her eyebrows raised. “Why are you looking at me like I pissed in your cereal?”

“I thought you’d come to my defense!”

Aaliyah scoffed and looked back at her toes. “Me? Yu nuh see how your skin ketch a fire when yu mad man kick off my door? I’m staying out of people’s relationships.”

Taeja chuckled. “I’m leaving…”

“As a yamhead,” Aaliyah said, watching her friend move about the room to gather her stuff. “What about my door?”

“He’ll get someone to fix it, Liyah. I promise.”

“Alright, girl. Go get dicked down for the both of us.”

Taeja chuckled before returning to the living room. A maintenance worker and Damon were here now. The brothers stood side-by-side ways off from the worker, speaking amongst themselves.

Perhaps they sensed her presence because they looked away from Aaliyah’s door and in her direction. Damon gave Taeja such a harsh glare that she swallowed. She always thought Zain was the cold one, but at that moment, Damon seemed the scarier twin.

He moved from his brother’s side and, in three long strides, he stood before her with his hand wrapped around her neck. “Taeja,” he said, his voice low and cold.

She licked her bottom lip. “Yes, daddy?”

Damon’s eyes narrowed despite her knowing the title excited him. “Flattery won’t work on me,” he said. “You left us.”

“You hurt me.”

His eyes widened before he took her lips by surprise. Damon kissed her hard, leaving an imprint on the depths of her soul to mend any pain caused.

When he broke away, they were breathless.

“There is no one but you,” he promised. “You are ours. And we belong to you.”

Always the one without a filter in her mouth, Taeja asked, “What about what your father said?”

Damon looked over his shoulder, exchanging a glance with Zain. As he shifted his focus back to her, he slid his hand down from her neck and slipped it into his pocket. “We’ll talk about it at home.”

Home.

Taeja liked the sound of that.

She sat on theedge of the bed. Damon stood in front of her. Zain stood in thethreshold, leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

They were in a different room from the one they had sex in. This was Damon’s bedroom. It felt, smelled, and looked expensive, but Taeja couldn’t focus on all the minor details right now.

There were more pressing issues at hand.

Clearing her throat, she waved a hand. “Get on with it.”

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