Page 14 of Defending the Post
My eyes went down to my ripped jeans. They were meant to fit, and I wasn’t changing.
“You know what? I changed my mind. Goodbye,” I said, but he continued to block my exit.
“I said I would take you,” he said as we squared off.
“Fine,” I said with narrow eyes.
“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen,” Malcolm said.
All eyes moved in his direction as we waited for clarification, but it never came. Marquise opened the door, waving me out to walk in front of him.
“You need to change those jeans,” he said.
I rounded the door with no intention of changing shit. We stood in front of the elevator and waited for the door to open. The reflection from the door panels suggested we were something more by our posture. Marquise hovered over me as he played with his phone. The door opened, and he followed me into the elevator. His hand grazed over the smooth button and the number three lit.
As the elevator descended, he crowded my space on purpose.
“Be ready in an hour,” he said before I stepped off the elevator. I flipped him off as the doors closed.
Being nosey, I waited to see which floor was his destination, but he disguised it, pressing five floors between mine and the penthouse. A ping of jealousy pinched at me.
Erin, you need to get ahold of yourself,I thought as I turned the key. The last thing I needed was to get involved in another situation with a bad boy. For some reason, I attracted them to me. I opened the door and sat my tablet on the ottoman. My father nearly killed the last guy, Casey, over a misunderstanding. Walking into my apartment to my father holding a gun to his head haunted me. Casey was reading the Bible and trembling. I had to explain he wasn’t my boyfriend, nor did he hit me. One thing was for sure, I needed to stay away from Marquise. The last person he wanted to meet was the Pastor.
Marquise
I pressed every floor between the penthouse and Erin’s new condo. She probably stood outside the elevator watching the number to figure out my whereabouts. It took every ounce of composure to keep my dick from poking. Erin’s ass ate those dark denim jeans and those breasts in that white tank begged me to touch them. I knew last night I needed to fuck someone, or I’m done for.
Bro
Stop being mean to your woman. I helped you out.
Me
I’m single. You and Jhae owe me a thank you for entertaining her for today.
Malcolm for sure helped me by suggesting I take Erin to the pier, but I will never admit it to him.
Bro
Damn, take your L so Ivey can pay me.
Bro
Your mouth is watering to spend time with her. What time did you make it home this morning?
Although he helped me, he also put me in the hot seat. I already had an appointment planned. I’ve never desired to be in a woman’s company longer than hi and bye. Erin, I could argue with for days without getting tired. Last night, I heard her telling her best friend about how she hated me. The shit made me smile, knowing it didn’t take much to extract emotions from her.
Those breasts bouncing in herread menightshirt raised my body temperature. I had to focus on the game to keep my dick from poking through my sweats. It wasn’t necessary for me to go downstairs, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to see her pretty thick ass. This morning, I didn’t want to leave the building. When I admitted to myself, I wanted to cuddle with her, it shook my core, so I called one of my heavy hitters this morning to get my mind right.
If Sharra can’t get my mind off Erin, I’m a lost cause because her head game stood unmatched. I kept a condo on a lower level for my revolving guests. No woman’s head had ever graced my personal pillow or my bed. We fucked and moved on. I exited the elevator to find a set of long caramel legs in a pair of red heels, black trench coat, and shoulder length wavy hair waiting for me.
I kissed her cheek after I opened the door, and she followed me inside. Sharra clenched my hand and pulled me toward the couch. She pushed me down and untied her coat, exposing her black bra and panty set. I twirled my finger for her to turn, giving me a full view of her body. She leaned over and I smacked herass and bit down on my bottom lip. Sharra found my eyes and kneeled.
“This must be something serious. You called me mid-week,” she said, as she unzipped my jeans.
I rested my head back against the couch as she pulled out my semi-hard dick.
“Marquise, you must not be happy to see me, or your mind is on someone else,” Sharra said.
