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“You heard my lady, let’s set it up and get this show on the road.”
Caleb ended the call with Jay, and we talked with his mom a bit more before she headed out, though we both told her she was welcome to stay as long as she needed. We learned she had recently purchased a condo and wanted to get used to her new home, especially after she moved everything she wanted out of the house while her soon-to-be ex-husband was out doing God knows what. After locking up the house and putting away dinner, Cal and I headed to our room to relax while we called the kids, thenDana, Ahmir, Ajaih, and finally my parents to let them know what was going on. Needless to say, everyone was pissed, even after we told them the plan of attack, and my father was planning to pay Angel’s parents a visit because he’d never liked them, just based on the stories he’d been told of how they treated their late son. Knowing I couldn’t talk my father down when he had whooping ass on his mind, I made him promise to leave him alive, and even then, he told me he wasn’t making any promises. I had every intention of sexing my man to bed, but after the taxing day we ended up having, I ended up falling asleep on his chest, drooling, I’m sure.
Enigma
As planned, Jay reached out to Malaya Abrams, and she was beyond ecstatic to sit down for an exclusive live interview. Making sure Malaya was given complete transparency, Jay briefed her on the firestorm Sr. and Jackson were attempting to create and why. We also wanted her to know that nothing was off-limits. We planned to discuss how I ended up falling in love with my late best friend’s wife and the not-so-glamorous parts of my life, which included the mental and emotional abuse my father inflicted, the all-around abuse Angel endured, leading to his estrangement from his parents, and even Yanna’s mother’s issues. I’d gotten in touch with Malaya’s team and shot some promotional ads for the live sit-down. The weeks leading up to the interview proved to be chaotic as the promotional material rolled out, and Sr. resorted to using social media to take subliminal pot shots at Layanna and me.
His antics didn’t concern me because every post was being saved to use against him in court, and after he’d come home, all my mother’s belongings had been moved out. Some of his shit too, he really spiraled, resorting to showing up to public places he knew my mother frequented, drunk, making a scene, and demanding she come back home. He claimed he would stop cheating, leave me alone, and even retract the lies he was continuously spreading to anyone who would listen. Still, my mother refused to fall for the banana in the tailpipe as she continued to ignore every attempt made to get her back, even changing her phone number. According to my brother and sister, if Sr. wasn’t at rock bottom, he was damn close, seeing as how the corporate board of his tech company asked him to step down until he got some help. Adding insult to injury, my sister Calla was appointed to step in and take his place. Naturally, this created yet another rift between my father and his children as he accused Calla andCalil of plotting with our mother to ruin him further. While I can admit I wasn’t as close to my siblings as I should have been and wanted to be, I hate that they were now on the receiving end of my father’s vitriol. It further proved why there was no benefit to remaining silent in the face of my father’s bullshit over the years to stay in his good graces, because once the tables turned, they were no better than me in his jaded, bitter eyes.
The sit-down with Malaya was scheduled for tomorrow, and all the kids had flown in to be here and support us. Ajaih had been here for the last week as well, and Ahmir and Dana assured us they would be there as well. True to his word, Mr. Graves put an ass whooping so crazy on Jackson that he would be in the hospital for at least a month, but he left him breathing like Yanna asked. Mrs. Graves had given Yanna her blessing to discuss her upbringing, their strained relationship, and her mental health issues, seeing as though they played a massive role in Yanna’s pain, making me respect her that much more. Recently my mother and Yanna’s mother had started hanging out, giving way to a blossoming friendship and in that I could see my mother beginning to bloom as her own woman, even asking me to attend therapy with her so we could work on our relationship which was admirable and in time I planned to take her up on the offer, however I needed to deal with Sr. first. Our mothers had also been spending time getting to know their grandchildren, and in a way, I think seeing that healed something inside Yanna, me, and our children.
Wanting to keep her professional integrity intact, Yanna was candid with the hospital about the interview and what had been taking place with her father-in-law. The board offered her their full support and would release a statement on her behalf as it pertained to the fatal details surrounding Angel being brought to Winston Hills Memorial the night of the accident. As my mind continued to think of all the bullshit and mess my father had stirred up out of jealousy, it didn’t overshadow the fact that we had an arsenal of family, friends, and colleagues going to bat for us, further showing the nature of our character and how others viewed us.
“You ready for tomorrow, handsome?” Yanna spoke, breaking my train of thought.
Looking up to see the woman I’d fallen head over heels for standing there wrapped in a towel, her fresh face glowing, and her curvy body doing little to be hidden by the towel. My dick had a mind of its own and knew where home was because it was gradually rising up and in need of Yanna.
“Honestly, I’m just ready to show my father he will never win as long as he tries to tear down and destroy the people he should be building up and pouring into,” I stood up and walked over to Yanna pulling her into my arms as I lightly popped her butt, “Up,” lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“But enough about that, you have something I need, and if I can just get that up off you, I’ll sleep better and be more relaxed for tomorrow,” we both laughed as she put her arms around my neck and started to rotate her hips slowly.
“Oh yeah? Tell me what it is you need and I’ll try my absolute best to meet your needs,” her voice full of seduction as she leaned in to kiss my throat before biting my neck, never stopping the gentle rotation of her hips that now had me rock hard.
The towel had long ago risen up, and I could feel the wetness from her pussy soaking the front of my boxer briefs, mixing with the precum I knew was leaking from my dick.
“Mmmm fuck, I—I need to be inside you baby, please,” I was fucking begging, and honestly, I wasn’t too proud to do it.
This woman brought the submission out of me with ease, and I wasn’t at all ashamed to admit it.
“Look at me while I give you what you’re begging for,” my eyes popping open at her command.
“I don’t know, maybe I should just keep grinding on you like this and make you cum without even feeling my warm walls,” a smirk on her face as she talked big shit, making my dick harder.
“I’ll do whatever you say, Yanna, fuck,” my dick jerking as she picked up the pace slightly.
“I know you will, baby, and for that reason alone, I’m going to bury you as deep as I can inside this pussy.”
“Nasty bitch,” fell from my lips as she talked to me like I was her fucking play thing.
She smirked.
This woman found pleasure in knowing she had me wrapped around her finger, but shit, I did too. Her soft hand made its way down my body until I felt her work my boxer briefs down just enough to free my rock hard dick, her hand making its way to my length as she began to stroke slowly, torturously.
Up…down.
Her other hand wrapped around my throat.
Up…down.
My body shuddered.
Up…down.
She wet her pretty lips, her tongue licking them as she stared into my eyes.
Up…down.
“Cum.”
