Page 24 of Soft On Her
“Now that you’re back in my orbit, nothing and no one will stop me from claiming what’s mine,” I affirmed, then roughly pecked her lips.
Releasing Milani’s face, I headed for the stairs. She was still behind me, encouraging me to hear my parents out, and that was the biggest difference between the two of us. I was going to always do what the fuck I wanted to do. Ignoring Milani, I gathered our required documents, quickly packed a bunch of clothes and shoes that either of us could wear. My birthday just passed, and I did a lot of shopping to prepare for my trip to Thailand, so there were plenty of brand new clothes and bathing suits to last us the duration of our trip. If not, there was a mall near the resort. With the suitcase packed, Milani finally stopped arguing and started helping. She packed up the lobster pasta so we could still have dinner while I loaded the suitcase into the truck, and we took off shortly after.
We landed in Aruba around five in the morning after sleeping through the flight. As soon as we got settled into the hotel, we both knocked out. My body was programmed to wake up at eight o’clock in the morning to run, so I was never able to sleep past nine o’clock, no matter how late I went to sleep. Although I was up, I let Milani sleep in for another hour while I got dressed and booked our excursions.
Since our flight was short, unplanned, and as incognito as Patrice could make it, there was no flight attendant on board. Patrice was the only person who knew where we were, and she was blackmailed into silence. I took her phone to make things easier for plausible deniability. She didn’t have to lie about ignoring my father’s calls if I confiscated her phone before takeoff. We only brought a small suitcase and our purses. Milani’s phone was tossed onto the highway around the same spot I tossed her engagement ring. The only people who had thenumber no longer needed access to her. I’d get her added to my plan when we got back. My phone was on DND, the only number allowed through was the facility Milani’s mother was in.
Walking out of the bathroom dressed in the pink abstract bikini rubbing in the sunscreen, I was surprised to see Milani sitting up in the middle of the bed. She bit into her bottom lip and fanned herself.
“You said we are staying for four days, right? Why can’t we just stay in today?” She quizzed, crawling across the bed.
“As tempting as that sounds, I already have everything planned for the day. I’ll let you feel me up as soon as we get back in today.”
“Okay, I can accept that because I know your plans never disappoint,” Milani bubbled.
She went into the bathroom to get herself together, and I went to the coffee shop in the lobby to grab breakfast and drinks. When I got back to the room, Milani was dressed in a bathing suit that was the same pattern but was cut into a monokini. Before I could admire her body in the bathing suit, I realized she was texting like a maniac on my phone.
“Who is Candace?” She questioned, never taking her eyes off the screen. “You like your bitches with double D’s, I see.”
“I only like you,” I retorted.
“Good, because I told your little girlfriend that I’ll make her disappear if she texts your phone again,” Milani grumbled, shoving the phone into my chest and snatching the drink carrier. I caught my phone and looked down at the screen to read over the text thread.
Candace: I thought I was going to be your belated birthday gift?
Me: Sneaux has a wife now. If you text this phone again I’ll make sure you disappear.
Candace: I hope you just got married within the week because Sneaux was just letting me finger her in the back of her truck on the way to the airport before she left for Thailand.
“Don’t start no crazy shit, Milani. As you can see because you scrolled back far enough to see the pictures of her titties, we ain’t nothing like that.”
“I want her fingers, Sneaux!”
“Huh?” I puzzled, my eyes narrowing to slits, watching her strut across the living room. I trailed behind her, placing the bag with our food on the table.
“Like I want to cut her fingers off. She doesn’t get to gloat about touching what’s mine.”
“Milani, chill,” I laughed, watching Milani look through the bag.
“You think I’m a joke?” Milani snapped her neck up, dropping the bag on the table. She folded her arms across her chest with a blank expression on her face.
“No, bae. I don’t think you’re a joke. I believe you’ll do it. But we can’t?—.”
“Why not? I know you’ve done worse for less.”
“Yeah, but Candace is a law-abiding citizen. She gon’ call troll and get us sent to prison,” I explained.
“Fine. Change your number. Like now,” she pressed, plopping down at the small dining room table. “My phone was tossed on the highway, so make it happen. We need to be even.”
“I’ll change it as soon as we get back. My phone is on DND anyway.”
“I know. I unlocked the phone to call and check on my mom, and I had the unfortunate pleasure of seeing that after I ended the call. You better go on there and block every bitch from the past in the meantime.”
“That’s the only person who would text that phone,” I explained.
“So you had a hoe phone? You letting bitches finger you in the back of vehicles?” Milani quizzed, running her hands down her face. “So you were a hoe before I came back around?”
“Nah. Never been a hoe. Let me make this clear. I don’t put my mouth on everybody. Only a select few can claim that. Now these fingers—” I cut my words short when Milani’s scowl reappeared. Rounding the table, I gently massaged her shoulders.
