Page 19 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Ha.If we granting wishes, grant mine. I want that annulment,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck simply because he’d yet to let go of me, and I’d yet to make him.
“That’s not ever gon’ happen, Ma. It’s either live happily ever after or catch an early grave. Those yo’ only options.” Finally releasing my waist, he walked back over to the sofa and took a seat.
I was entertained by his threats; I couldn’t hold you. A hearty laugh belched as I looked back to Akira. While I thought she would be ready to have my back, Ashaun had her caught up in a shots battle. Nevertheless, I could fight my own battles. One of the big booty bitches in the section stood in front of him before I could walk over and express my thoughts behind his threats. I’d be a liar if I said it ain’t bother me.
Strolling over, there was no hesitation behind my reaction. Just as soon as she bent over in Arion’s face, I snatched her up by her loose ass frontal, tossing her ass onto the table. With a spare bottle being in reach, I cracked it across her forehead splitting that bitch open.
“Bitch, I know you seen us having a fuckin’ conversation. You that thirsty for some fuckin’ attention?” I shouted.
“Bestie, what the hell?” That seemed to capture her attention then. “These are my employees at the end of the day. DammitDiamond, are you okay?” Kira asked immediately checking on her injuries.
“Call the police on that wild animal. The crazy bitch needs to be put down. Why the fuck would she do that, Akira?” Diamond questioned.
“Aye, she was quick to fuck you up the first time. Why insult her so she can do it again? Choose yo’ battles shawty. Dammit. Come on. You really do need to go to the hospital.” Akira grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins and pressed them to the hoe forehead. When they were on their feet, she looked at me and said, “I’m not hosting no hiring event because of you, Cedees. It’s a strip club. Bitches ‘spose to throw ass in nigga’s faces including yours. If you don’t want a hoe giving him attention, then take him home,” she advised as she helped her out the section.
“Fuck her, you, and this entitled muthafucka. I ain’t want to celebrate in the first fuckin’ place!” I shouted at her back.
I was pulled down onto Arion’s lap and held tightly. Leaning forward, his soft lips were pressed against my ear. “How you expect me to give you up when you doing shit like that behind me? If we were anywhere but here, I would’ve dropped dick in you by now.”
I didn’t expect anything from him to turn me on the way it was, but my pussy was throbbing uncontrollably. My wild and crazy ways were nothing more than a seduction for him. Ashaun labeled him right. He was definitely mentally challenged.
“If we were anywhere but here, I probably would’ve deaded you by now,” I threw back.
His chest rumbled against my back sending more chills down my spine. The warmth his body exuded onto my flesh felt damned good. Denying him in this very moment would be foolish. Yeah, I was a strong independent woman, but a bitch was melting in his embrace.
I could feel him smiling, turning around wasn’t needed. “I’m unethically pleased, Clover. Finish riding out our birthday with me. I’m starting to finally enjoy myself.”
“And if I do, what’s in it for me?” I challenged.
Arion was undeniably attractive. From the way he spoke to me to the way he held me, I was thoroughly intrigued. My pussy was pulsating, and I couldn’t figure out exactly why he had me so discombobulated. On one hand, I wanted him to bend me over and tear this pussy out the frame better than he did in Vegas. On the other, I knew he was nothing but trouble, and I needed to keep my distance. However, I was a glutton for fuckin’ punishment.
“You know good and goddamn well what’s in it for you, Mrs. Greek. One thing I do know how to do is please my wife. It’s my birthday, and I intend to eat my cake before the night is over with,” he stated confidently.
His arrogance was doing everything for me right now. I was annoyed whenever Royce showed his, but a bitch was leaking at this point from Arion. Vegas was on a loop, and all I wanted was a taste of it again. I enjoyed the many positions he put me in and how many times he asked me to cum for him. He was a good time.
“I’m not nearly drunk enough my guy.”
“Good. I don’t need you mistaking shit tonight, aight?” he countered.
“All this for an annulment?”
“I refuse to repeat myself, Ma. You got every right to be skeptical ‘bout me, but don’t misunderstand this. I’m a man that takes care of business, whether it’s with my organization or family. As the only woman who’s wearing my name, you’re considered family. This gon’ be a lifetime of happiness, I can promise you that… pinky.”
I never in my life wanted to know what marriage was like until I was in one, and I was barely giving this shit any thought. I watched my family grow and become enthused ‘bout loving only one person. Now it was my turn to do the same, even if it was granted by Don Julio. Arion moved and talked like a boss so much that I was starting to see myself with him.
Finally turning around, I looked Arion in the eyes. His chiseled jaws complimented his full beard. Those dark buttery brown irises that stared back at me were softening me up once more. Those thick brows were just as thick as his lips. There was nothing negative I could say about him.
“Make my birthday a memorable one. I only turn thirty-five once.”
Smirking, he asked, “Anything else, Mrs. Greek?”
“You better eat the whole cake muthafucka!”
Chapter 8
Arion
Silent prayers was sent up damn near every minute to OG thanking him for allowing me even in the mist of my mistakes to bring home a woman I could call home about. Clover wasn’t none of the shit I cooked up in my head. Her breath ain’t stank, she was far from an untainted ass PK and baby had it going the fuck on. I guess my judgement never wavered even underneath the influence.
