Page 58 of Kove and Xiah
We dapped and he left. I wasn’t far behind him. We had staff to handle pick up with the kids, so after I cleaned up the cones and balls I used with my group for training, I was on my way to the car to head out. Xiah wasn’t anywhere near the positionof being my wife but I felt Jabari when he mentioned laying up under his.
Two days ago I not only fucked Xiah in the house I purchased just because she loved it so much, but I tore them walls down in her favorite part of that house, the kitchen. Wasn’t no way in hell I would be able to go in there without being reminded of her voice when I made her cum or the way she looked spread out on my island, beautiful brown skin, misted with sweat while I fucked her like she was mine.
She was as far as I was concerned. I just didn’t know how I was going to approach that because weeks before starting my career as a Royal was the absolute worst time to claim a woman.
There was also the small detail of not being sure she even wanted that. Nothing about how Xiah moved with me indicated that this was anything more than two people fucking off and enjoying each other’s company.
I also had to check my intentions because did I even want to put a label on what we were doing? I selfishly wanted Xiah in every way possible so no other man could have her, but what kind of commitment was I willing to offer in order to make that shit happen?
She wasn’t the type of woman I could fuck over, and for the first time in my life, I was stuck between being honest and being elusive to get what I wanted. I didn’t like that shit but this was where I was at the moment. I wasn’t gonna lie and say I wanted something serious, because truthfully, I wasn’t sure I had the ability to deliver on that. I had no idea what the next couple of months would look like, how I would handle the season or how the season would handle me, but I wanted Xiah. I wanted her bad as hell…
Which left me in a fucked up space, and for the first time ever in life, had me not being up front with a woman about my intentions and expectations. I wasn’t exactly being dishonest; Ijust wasn’t having the conversation. So by default, that meant leaving room for assumptions which never ended well for either party involved when emotions were attached.
When I made it back to my suite in The Metropolitan, I grabbed briefs and shorts so I could shower. I would be chilling in my room for the rest of the afternoon since I had to be at the Shining Stars thing later. I started the water, and as soon as I removed my shirt, a video call came through from Xiah which had my big ass trying to curb my smile before I answered.
“Hey, where are you?” She frowned hard as hell.
“My suite, what’s up?”
She was about to respond but someone knocked at my door which made me leave the bathroom, heading through the living room. “Hang on, Xi.”
When I got to the door, I yelled through it to see who pulled up on me because I damn sure wasn’t expecting company.
“Yeah?” I called out and a feminine voice followed.
“It’s Oni Troy. I have your suits. Sovoya was supposed to call…”
I opened the door to find a flustered woman digging through the big ass purse on her shoulder. She glanced at me a second later and held out a card. “Looks by Oni.”
I accepted it and nodded, stepping out of the way to let her in.
“You answered the door with no shirt on,” I heard Xiah say, which made me shift my eyes to the screen at the same time Oni swung her eyes to the side.
“Babe, bring the suits.” I stuck my head out of the door to find a big ass dude holding two garment bags with one hand while he had a phone to his ear. He glanced at me and offered a nod but didn’t move right away.
“Sorry, I told him not to take the call because I knew he was going to be tied up.”
“Yaakov. I know good and damn well you’re not ignoring me. Who is there and why did you answer the door with no shirt on?”
See this was the shit I was talking about. We were only hanging out and fucking but the possession was there on both sides. I was claiming and damn sure didn’t mind being claimed which had me about to clear this up so Xiah wouldn’t be in a fucked up mood.
I smirked and glanced at my phone screen. “She’s the stylist who did my suits. They had to be altered so she’s dropping them off and I was about to get in the shower which is why I don’t have a shirt on.”
I’m explaining shit like she’s mine and I’m hers…
“Well you damn sure better have pants on.” I chuckled.
“He definitely has pants on,” Oni said from the doorway. She was still waiting on ol’ boy who was with her.
“Why is she talking to me? I wasn’t talking to her,” Xiah’s little stubborn ass said, frowning like she was ready to throw hands through the phone.
“Sorry about that.” Ol’ boy walked in and pointed to the garment bags. “Where do you need these?”
“I’ll take them.” He handed them over and I nodded my thanks before draping them over my arm, which made Oni’s face tense.
“Those are steamed. Can you just lay them flat over there or hang them in a closet?”
“Oni, chill, that’s his shit now. He’s good.”
