Page 45 of Through Treacherous Weather
Fatima lifted off of him, turned around, and stared into his eyes as she eased down onto his manhood. His lids were heavy as he studied her perky breasts. Leaning forward, she kissed him deeply, and that was all it took for his seeds to spill into the condom. Esco knew after a shower he wouldn’t be anymore good. By the time he exited the bathroom, Fatima had already started cleaning. He had almost forgotten that she had offered.
“I’m tired as fuck. Please don’t think I’m rude if I go to sleep on you.”
“That’s why I offered to clean for you, Esco. I know you’re tired. Get some rest. I can see myself out.”
Esco left the room, got $200 from his nightstand and extended it toward her. Fatima looked down at the bills with furrowed brows. “I offered to clean for you. I’m not going to charge for something that I volunteered to do.”
“Take this damn money,” Esco mumbled and stuffed it in her pocket. “I appreciate you.” After placing a kiss on her lips, he went to the bedroom. He hadn’t been in bed ten minutes before he was out like a light.
When Esco woke up the entire house was dark. He grabbed his phone and saw that he’d been asleep for six hours. “Damn,” he mumbled. He’d needed that rest, and he still wasn’t done. It was midnight and after he ate something, he was going right back to bed. Esco hadn’t lied when he said he needed rest. He was taking full advantage of being kid free.
Entering his bathroom, he flipped the light, and immediately he was impressed. The bathroom smelled good and was spotless. The floor had been mopped, trash can emptied, counters wiped down, and the walk-in shower cleaned. His glass shower doors were spotless. “Got damn,” he looked around. Esco was a clean person, but he’d never had the bathroom looking like Fatima did. She didn’t just clean, she had organized.
His exhaustion had him oblivious to her cleaning. He hadn’t heard when she’d left or anything. After using the bathroom, Esco inspected the rest of the house and concluded that he should have given her more than $200. She had his crib so clean that she made him want to hire a cleaning service to come in once a week. Shit, at this point in his life, he wanted to work smart not hard.
Chapter Nineteen
Grey’s stepshalted as he entered Trinity’s bedroom and saw her sitting on the bed crying. He surmised that she must have gotten some bad news. “What’s wrong, babe?” he asked. Her face was covered with her hands.
“I can’t fit the dress that I was going to wear to the party. I’m bloated as fuck. Just fat and stupid,” she pouted.
Grey wasn’t stumped. He had a sister and a mother. PMS wasn’t anything new to him. That had to be the case if she was crying over not being able to fit a dress. Trinity had a closet filled to the brim with clothes. Finding something else to wear shouldn’t be a problem at all.
“Don’t women normally bloat during that time of the month? You’re far from fat. Your body is perfect.”
Trinity removed her hand from her face. “I’m not PMS’ing. My period just went off four days ago.”
“Oh damn. My bad. Maybe it’s some left over bloating.”
“I don’t want to go,” she mumbled. Trinity stood up, and Grey couldn’t believe that she didn’t want to go to the party that Wise was throwing to celebrate Lauren and Justice’s union.
Trinity was only wearing black panties and a matching bra. His eyes trailed the length of her frame, and he angled his head to the left. As he studied her, Trinity became self-conscious.
“Stop staring at me,” she whined. “I need to eat less and workout more.”
“Trin, I’m not tripping. I put your breasts in my mouth every chance that I get. They’re bigger. And I’m not trying to be an ass. I swear I’m not, but you do have a lil’ pudge. But it’s round.” Grey swallowed hard. “You sure you aren’t pregnant?”
Trinity almost choked on her saliva. “Pregnant? Grey, I literally just told you my period went off four days ago.”
“It had to be short because I didn’t even know it was on, and we don’t go more than three days without sex. I’ve heard some women say they had their periods while they were pregnant.”
Forgetting all about her bad mood, Trinity laughed. “I have never been pregnant. I was in a serious relationship, and we had unprotected sex for damn near a year before we broke up. I’ve never been pregnant. Don’t think I can get pregnant.”
“A lot of women think that.”
“Do you just go around interviewing women and asking them questions related to pregnancy?”
“I’m just saying, they’re all things I heard before. My aunt tried for ten years to get pregnant. It never happened. As soon as she said she was too old to have kids and was no longer going to try, she got pregnant a few weeks later.”
“I love that for her, but I don’t see that being the case with me. You only slipped up and came inside me one time, and I took a plan B pill. You saw me.”
“And if you truly don’t think you can get pregnant, why did you take the pill?”
“Grey, bruh, give it up. I took that pill damn near three months ago. There’s no way I’m pregnant.”
His gaze fell on her belly, and Trinity’s jaw slacked. “I am not pregnant, Grey,” she stated adamantly, but he could see the panic in her eyes. The moment his orbs took in her large boobs that were spilling out of the bra she had on, Trinity cupped them briefly.
“Hell no. I’m not pregnant. I need to get ready for this party. Can you go get me a test, please?”
