Page 8 of His Secure Embrace
I nodded. “Be safe.”
“Always. Plus, I know you and Gio got my back.”
“Fa sho.”
All the women at the club knew they were safe with me around. I witnessed far too many weirdoes try to do weird shit in the club, and any girl working during my shift could trust I’d be there to protect them before anything went down. Niggas liked to turn a blind eye to their weird ass homies. Not me though. I made sure niggas knew the shit they did was out of line and predatory. It was quite a few Cade’s Cove natives who were banned from any place I worked at because of how suspect they moved around women.
When I turned back to look at Brielle’s section, she was no longer there. My eyes scanned the area, but I couldn’t find her pretty round face and black dress. I tried to shrug it off. She might have gone to the bathroom or something.
“Are those muscles for show, or can you really do some heavy lifting?”
The question made me laugh deep in my belly. My body turned to see Brielle approaching from the right. She stopped afew steps away from me. Her perfume was intoxicating. The urge to bury my face in the crook of her neck was strong.
My lips pulled into a smirk before I replied. “I’d be more than happy to show you just how much weight I can lift.”
“Yes, please. I’ve always been a visual learner.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Brielle, you gon’ get everything you asking for and more. It ain’t ever been any cap in my rap.”
“Good. I want you to show me a thing or two.”
“Would you still have this same energy if you weren’t drunk?” I asked as I tucked my hands in my pockets.
She closed the distance between us and placed her perfectly manicured hands on the sides of my face. She scratched the skin teasingly before nodding. “Yes.”
“A’ight. Give me your number.”
She stood on the tips of her toes and tilted my head to expose my neck. She traced each digit of her phone number into the exposed skin with her tongue before she stepped back with a grin.
My eyes closed to keep from lifting her up and fucking her right where we stood. I took several calming breaths before I opened my eyes and looked at her.
“Yeah, you gon’ need to be shown a thorough lesson, because the shit you just pulled almost got you bent over this railing.”
The fire in her eyes was enough to make me want to duck off into the office. However, I kept my composure despite the tightness of my pants from my dick wanting to break free.
“No, but seriously. Give me your phone so I can put my number in there.”
I reached into my pocket and retrieved the device. With a couple taps, I was on the add contact feature of my phone. Shetook the phone, put her number in it, snapped a quick picture, and called herself so she would have my number as well.
“And when I’m calling you tonight, are you going to answer?”
“Fa shit sho.”
“Good. I better get back to my friends before they come searching for me.”
I nodded. “Be safe, beautiful.”
“Yes, sir.”
I watched her walk away. She looked just as good from the back as she did in the front. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to see just how juicy her pussy got with my face buried deep in her warmth.
“Get it together, James,” I told myself as I resumed my original task of scoping out the people in the club.
Stumbling into the house,I tossed my keys on the kitchen counter. I’d sweat out all my curls and the alcohol was doing an amazing job coursing through my bloodstream. I felt like a fairy as I opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water. I didn’t move until the first bottle was empty and the second was halfway gone. Consuming nothing but tequila, whiskey, and cognac all night had my body begging for ice cold water. I wiped the corners of my mouth and tossed both bottles onto the counter. I’d clean those in the morning.
In my drunken state, I stripped out of my clothes and headed down the hall to my bedroom. I pushed open the door and made my way over to the walk-in shower. I twisted it to its hottest setting before I turned around and took the wig off my head.
No matter how drunk I was, I kept my wigs in perfect condition—or as perfect as a drunken night would allow. I placed the hair unit on the mannequin and used my makeup wipes to clean my face. Once I was bare faced, cornrows free, and body naked, I stared at my reflection.
