Page 6 of Enigma
He pulled me to him, helping himself to a handful of my ass, causing me to gasp.
“You look so pretty today, you went somewhere with all this body that belongs to me on display, though?” He asked.
“Mmhmmm, I managed to make it to the gym after my shift, I really want lose about 25lbs. and get this body right so when I’m finally ready to date again, I’ll be on my stallion shit,” finishing my statement I saw a flicker of anger and jealousy in Caleb’s face and I chuckled.
Grabbing my neck, he leaned down and kissed me sensually and spoke.
“Yanna, don’t play with me. Who do you plan to date, knowing they won’t make you feel as nasty and x-rated as I do? You and that pussy mine, and I’m not backing down. If you wanted to date, you shouldn’t have surrendered every hole on your body to me.” his statement left me visibly flushed.
Refusing to not speak my mind, “Caleb, we can’t be together, we had no business doing what the fuck we did in the first place,” shifting slightly and finishing what I needed to say, “The waters are too muddy. What would the kids say? Our families? The media? How can I be yours when you can’t even step out with me publicly?” Rattling off questions I didn’t expect actual answers to.
Caleb cocked his head to the side and bit the corner of his bottom lip, exposing his fang as his hands started roaming my body without a care in the world, igniting that familiar fire in my soul that only he does.
“Yanna, baby, we aren’t meant to be alone and unhappy for the rest of our lives because we lost the two people we love most. I need you to understand that they would want us to move on and find happiness and joy again with someone we trust, not just for ourselves, but someone we trust to be around the kids and experience the great things they have yet to accomplish. As far as the kids go, they’ll be fine, or they’ll learn to be. And I don’t give a fuck about our families. They showed up so little that we ended up being the support to each other that they should have been to us. And I for damn sure don’t give a fuck about the media because I know from experience that they love you one day and hate you the next, so you can’t live life based on the fickle opinions of the irrelevant,” he finished.
“But, Cal—I,” not getting a chance to finish as he spoke again.
“Baby, I was just as confused as you about what we’ve healed and blossomed into as friends and lovers, but after talking through this with my therapist, I realized we started building a bond that wasn’t just trauma-related. Yanna, I know your favorite color, food, perfume, designers, the movies that make you laugh and cry, the foods you hate, and that you don’t like bowling because if you break a nail you’ll bepissed.” We both chuckled.
His smile captivated me as he flashed his beautiful teeth.
I involuntarily licked my bottom lip, biting it. Before I knew what was happening, Caleb lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he asked, “Can daddy have a kiss now? I missed you, Yanna”.
“I missed you too, Daddy, now put my fat ass down”, I replied and kissed him deeply while grinding against him as he held me.
“The only thing fat on you is that pussy and that ass you’re dragging behind you,” we both laughed.
“Yanna, you being Angel’s wife, I never paid attention to your looks in the way I do now, but every time we hang out or go out to dinner, I’m aware that I and every other man in the room is under your spell. They stare, gawk, and salivate, Sweetheart? You are gorgeous as fuck,” he said with so much conviction as I unwrapped my legs from around his waist, and slowly slid down his body, making sure he touched my every curve. He turned my back towards him and leaned down and continued in my ear, “And these curves are dangerous as fuck and I’m willing to crash out every time trying to drive em,” he stated as he kissed my neck and continued to let his hands caress and roam over every dip and curve I had causing me to exhale slowly in confusion and arousal.
“Just give us a chance, baby, we can take it slow and tell everyone when you’re ready, because I’m ready right now to claim you as mine,” he whispered in my ear as he pinched my nipple through my sports bra.
“I’m willing to beg Yanna, because I haven’t gotten the taste of you off my tongue yet,” causing my body to ignite with need, and he was the only one who could extinguish the flame.
“Babyyyy”, I moaned as he now toyed with both nipples.
“Yes, Mama, tell Daddy what’s wrong”.
“I need to cummmm”, I managed to get out.
Caleb pulled my shorts down, taking my panties with them, as he proceeded to bend me over the kitchen table and hurriedly get his joggers and boxer briefs down to enter me, dropping his dick directly to the bottom of my dripping pussy, taking my breath away.
“Breathe baby and work that pussy on me,” he ordered as he pulled out almost entirely and then pushed his full length right back to the bottom.
Doing as I was told, I exhaled a moan and started throwing my pussy back on his fat dick, accepting that it belonged to me. That acceptance propelled right off the cliff, soul first into pleasure.
Dr. Layanna James was recognized as one of the world’s top pediatric cardiothoracic surgeons. Most surgeons specialized in either cardiac, cardiovascular, congenital heart, general thoracic, or transplant procedures; however, Layanna James specialized in all areas and was the standard for medical marvel. Patients from all over the world traveled to Winston Hills Memorial to seek out her expertise and save their children’s lives. I used to always tease Angel about Yanna having him in a trance, but now I understood completely. She was smart enough for four people, she was an incredible wife, mother, friend, and she was funny as fuck. Yanna possessed a comedic timing that even many comedians weren’t blessed with. She was a fantastic cook, had an impeccable sense of style, fucked like a porn star, and most importantly, she had a heart that was kind, loving, and full of goodness. Her inner beauty matched her outer beauty, and it resulted in a glow that always pulled you in and kept you hypnotized.
She’d been on my mind all morning because typically we’d talk in the morning, but she had a big surgery that would last 4-6 hours, so I hadn’t heard her voice. As I laid in my bed, my dick started to throb thinking about the last time I was inside Yanna. She wore a deep purple leather bondage lingerie set from Anoess with some gold Christian Louboutins that had her ass sitting up crazy. She let me fold her up in any and every position possible. Although she let me dominate her sexually, she had control over everything between us because I was whipped and willing to do anything to keep her happy. She had me under a spell that she was oblivious to. There had been a time or two where I absolutely told myself I was going to marry her thick freaky ass which scared the fuck out of me because when Maria passed, I vowed not to re-marry. Yet, here I was not only consideringmarriage but considering marriage with a woman she considered one of her closest friends. Maria and I learned early on in my career that many people came around to see how they could benefit from knowing us, especially family —the same family that finger-wagged us when Maria got pregnant in high school and decided to keep CJ. Angel and Yanna were the only people in our lives who had never asked us for anything other than our love, loyalty, and friendship. I vividly remember having to convince Angel to take me on as a client when he was starting his sports and entertainment law firm. He didn’t want a handout from me, but I had to employ measures of guilt to remind him that the sports and entertainment world was full of crooks and cons, and would he be able to live with himself if someone shiested me out of my millions when he could’ve represented me from the jump. I chuckled at the memory just as my phone chimed, letting me know I had a text. Hoping it was Yanna letting me know her surgery was a success, I snatched it off the charger, only to find it wasn’t Yanna, but a blast from my past.
Dana Averies: I wasn’t sure if I should text you, but you’d been on my mind since Maria and Angel’s passing. I can’t imagine how you’ve managed to navigate and stay in good spirits, but I’m praying you are. If there’s anything I can do to bring a sense of peace, calm, or laughter, please don’t hesitate to let me know, Caleb. I hope the kids are doing as well as they can and have been able to find some peace and healing as well.
Me: Thank you so much, I appreciate it. I’ve been surviving and attending grief therapy. I hate that Maria is not here to navigate the rest of this hectic life with me, but I know she would want me to live it to the fullest and make sure the kids do the same. I hope you’re well. Thank you for checking in on us, D.
Dana Averies: All is well. I started at Winston Hills Memorial as the lead financial analyst, so I hope to make some really great things happen for the hospital.
Me: No shit, huh. You know Angel’s wife, Layanna, is the head of pediatric cardiothoracic there, you’ll probably see her around.
After a few more messages, I told Dana to have a good one as I finallyprepared to start my day. Dana was the girl I dated in high school before Maria stole my heart. We kept in touch over the years, and she’d even come to a party or two Maria and I had thrown back in the day. I was always honest with Maria about any association I had with other women, because if shit is truly platonic, there’s nothing to hide. Maria respected my being forthcoming, and she liked that Dana was always respectful and never crossed any boundaries with me, allowing Dana to remain an acquaintance of both Maria and me. Dana was gorgeous when we were teens; however, in adulthood, Dana was a showstopper. Dana rocked a sandy blonde pixie cut that complemented her copper-tinged russet skin tone, reminiscent of Halle Berry. Much like Maria, Dana was statuesque. Had she not found her footing in the financial world, the modeling industry would’ve been right at her door, knocking. Dana was slender when we were teens, but as a grown woman, she now had curves and dips that I’m sure some nigga was lucky to explore given the chance. She had done well for herself as a financial analyst, but with Layanna being my drug of choice, I had no desire to explore the past. I was certain Yanna was my future, and I refused to dip back and risk ruining it because I was attempting to cosplay as a lover boy when everything I desired in a woman, Yanna had. I got up and headed to my closet to decide on what to wear for filming. Though I started and finished my career as a 4 time world champion Los Angeles Laker, I had pivoted into commentating and was even entertaining some coaching offers with several teams. As I ran the shower, I hopped into the group chat I had with my kids and started talking shit.
