Page 19 of Mahogany 2
“Why would you be? Haven’t I always respected you?”
I bit on the side of my lip. “Yeaaaah but?—”
“But what? You think I’m going to pull you out of a meeting to eat your pussy in the restroom?” He boldly asked. Casually, like he didn’t just mention eating my pussy.
I clinched my thighs together at the thought of the last time he was between my thighs.
“I won’t. Unless you want me to,” he added with a light wink. “Nah listen… Who I am at the spot is a completely different person than who I am outside of it, love. I can assure you.”
“How did this happen?” I asked with furrowed brows, just as the waitress approached with two glasses of water.
She sat them down and asked if we were ready to order. We told her we needed more time and she walked away. Because I hadn’t eaten since this morning, I planned to eat-eat. I was starving but first…
“What you mean?” he asked, taking a sip of the water. “You don’t believe in coincidences? You think I’m stalkin you?”
“You joking but the last time we talked you weren’t happy.”
“I wasn’t mad neither though. Didn’t plan to stalk you. You took your pussy offmytable.” He shrugged. “I had it. In every way possible. Wanted more of it. It’s good as hell. Shit… any real nigga would’ve been a lil’ salty. But on stalking, mad shit? Nah, never baby. Can’t believe you take me for some crazy ass nigga.” He took a sip of his water. “That’s what I’ve shown you over the years, love?”
Judah wasn’t a fling.
We didn’t just fuck every now and then and see each other in passing. If I were to put a title on it, I’d say he was my main. Consistent dick. A guaranteed orgasm. We fucked exclusively for years. Right up until I decided to be faithful and cut him off.
“No—”
“Well, with all respect… don’t disrespect me by even insinuating that I would do some ho shit like search you up and put my mans on you for a business deal then, my baby.”
I swallowed, took a deep breath and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Can you blame me?”
He shook his head. “Nah. I can’t. Which is why I’m not trippin’ for real. I know what it looks like. But you gotta look at the full board, baby. When was the last time I had you? A nice ass minute ago, right? Plus…” he paused. “I’ve been a respected member at the spot for years. Way before you walked your fine ass in there. I’d never do anything to jeopardize my contract.”
Taking a deep breath, I looked away, shaking my head. I was tripping, for real. I mean… shit. What else was I to think? That it was really a coincidence? Shit like this didn’t happen to me. I was used to the mundane. The predictable. Life just… being life. But then again, God was notorious for hitting me withcurveballs. It was almost as if He’d been up there with this little controller, playing with my life since I was fifteen.
“I apologize,” I said with sincerity. “I just… the shit is crazy, Ju.”
He nodded. “As hell.” He smirked a little. “I knew you were married.”
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. “Shut up, nigga. No, you didn’t.”
Judah didn’t know a damn thing about me. Not one thing. He asked me if I was married the first night we hooked up and I told him no.
“I did,” he said, steady wearing that smirk.
“You didn’t believe me when I told you no?”
He drew back with a frown. “Fuck no.” laughing, he said, “It was obvious. You had that look. Nothing I’ve found out about you came as a surprise. I mean, the design thing of course but you in business, as a CEO makes sense. I love the duality.”
We locked eyes and I said, “But?—”
“You don’t need to tell me. I know where we stand, Mahogany. Beautiful ass fuckin’ name. Fuck you goin around talking about Mocha?” He asked with disgust. “Mahogany. Mmh.”
“Are you going to be a problem, Mr. Wolfe?” I asked, halfway joking, wearing a smirk.
“Not at all,” he paused and licked his lips. “I want to drag yo’ ass to the bathroom to suck on that phat ass pussy bad as hell though. I’m not gon lie to you.” Smiling, he bit down on his bottom lip. “But you cool. I respect you, baby. I can control myself.”
My pussy, with a mind of its own, pulsated. God. Me bent over against the restroom door, Judah’s lips clamped down on my clit did sound good as fuck. I missed it. He was damn goodat what he did. Greedy too. But then again, all of them were. My taste was delectable.
“Good, Ju,” I mumbled.
