Page 2 of The Heart of a Capricorn
“You say you only came to talk, but if that were the case, where are your panties?” Chauncey questioned as his rough hand found my clit and rubbed it.”
I shivered at the thought of what happened afterward and didn’t realize Chauncey and Ciara were standing in front of me until a smirk appeared on Chauncey’s lips.
“And this is the best manager I have, Lyric. Lyric, this is my godbrother, Chauncey.”
Chauncey stuck his hand out, so I shook it and immediately pulled back when I felt a spark.
The air around us shifted as I stared into his coal-like eyes. Chauncey had gotten bigger over the years. My throat dried as I took in his brown sugar skin. He had seen the inside of a tattoo parlor over the years because he was covered in ink. I tried not to stare too hard.
I noticed the earrings he wore and the silver dog tag around his neck. The mustache and beard combo that surrounded his lips made my panties wet. I recalled my juices glistening on his face a couple of times. He had less facial hair then.
“It’s nice to meet you, Lyric.”
Jesus.His smoky voice flowed through my body as my name rolled off his tongue with familiarity, but I was sure nobody noticed.
The room felt hot, and I needed to undo a button or two, but I didn’t want Chauncey or the rest of the women to see the effect he had on me.
“You as well.” I stepped away from him and went back to my seat. My panties were ruined, and I needed space from Chauncey and his enticing cologne.
“Well, I know you ladies are working, so I won’t hold you up. Lyric, let me know if you need anything, and make sure you take some time to relax. You are always working. Typical Capricorn behavior.” Ciara shook her head and laughed. Ciarastudied zodiac signs just as much as she studied computer programming. Sometimes she could tell someone’s sign just by their behavior.
I sank into the chair a little bit because I hated that she put me on the spot.
“I will.”
I could feel Chauncey staring at me, but I refused to look at him.
The two of them walked out, and I finally felt like I could breathe.
“Damn, that man was fine,” Addison said the minute the door closed.
The rest of the ladies agreed with her, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want anyone to know that I knew him.
“Okay, ladies, let’s get back to business so we can get out of here.”
We spent another forty-five minutes finalizing everything before I let them go. Once they were gone, I gathered my things and headed back to the hotel.
Our accommodations were at the Ferguson Hotel, and I couldn’t wait to get back to my room. The clawfoot tub called my name. So did the bottle of wine I had chilling in the refrigerator.
It only took me a few minutes to get to my room, and I immediately shed my clothes as I waited for the tub to fill. I packed a few bath bombs because I knew I would need them. The smell of lavender and jasmine filled the room, instantly relaxing me.
I also made sure to pack my mini speaker. Music had a way of relaxing me, and it was an important part of my bath routine. I tied my hair up, making sure to lay down my edges because I didn’t need the steam from the water messing them up. Then I poured myself a glass of wine, and when the water was ready, I slowly sank into the tub.
I let out an audible sigh as the hot water surrounded me. For a second, I closed my eyes and took in the moment. I didn’t get many moments like this, so I tried to enjoy it while I could.
An R&B station played on the small speaker, and my thoughts drifted to a different time in my life.
It had been two years since my ex-boyfriend, Brice, was killed in a small plane crash. I missed him so much, and I hated what happened to him. I thought Brice and I would have gotten married, but things happened. We were already broken up when he died, but that didn’t stop the feelings I had for him.
I swiped the tear that fell from my eye as the singer Bliss sang about a lost love. She was happily married, but the song still felt like it was sung from experience. I closed my eyes and listened to the words as more tears fell. I wiped my face and tried to think of something else.
Suddenly, my thoughts shifted to Chauncey. His popping up after all these years threw me off. I couldn’t let myself get lost in the thought of him, or him at all. I wasn’t sure what he was doing in Vegas, but I needed to stay away from him. I had been focused for all these years, and Chauncey would be the one to knock me off my square.
I prayed that I wouldn’t run into him again, but with him being so close to Ciara, the chances of not seeing him were slim.
Maybe he had someone, and I was overthinking for nothing.
My phone chimed, interrupting my thoughts. I reached over and saw a message from Ciara, asking about meeting at the bar.
