Page 21 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
I walked off with aggravation coursing through my veins. I understood living life like it was no tomorrow but damn have the nigga back that’s making sure you fuckin’ can. He ain’t never serious until it’s ‘bout his ass and that shit was starting to get on my last nerve with him. BG chastised his ass the way he did because of shit like this.
As soon as I was back in Clover’s presence, she was intertwining one hand into mine and the other was placed on my chest. For her to be so rejecting of me and our marriage, she damned sure wasn’t showing it in this moment.
“You straight? Seems like you got bigger fish to fry than me,” she spoke softly.
“I’m cool. Where we headed, Mama?”
“This is Akira’s club, and her office is on the other side of the building. We can enjoy the scenery and still be in proximity of yo’ people. By all means, I ain’t trying to make you feel like it’s life or death,” she jested.
“It’ll always be life or death for me. Lead the way though.”
Nodding, she did as I requested without much thought. We made our way across the second floor where we came to a dimly lit hallway. I instantly got anxious and cuffed the Glock that rested on my back. I trusted no one and her carrying my last name didn’t make a difference.
Once the office door was opened, she stepped inside saying, “Shoot yo’ crew a text and let them know where you are. A bitch ain’t trying to be held responsible for whatever happens to you tonight after I’m done with you.” Noticing my hand was tucked, she smiled and added, “Good boy. At least I know you ain’t stupid as fuck trusting me.”
“I may be. I mean, that face of yours will get me to do just about anything,” I replied with a smirk.
“Highly doubt it. Are we drinking or not?” she said walking deeper inside leaving me at the door to make my own decisions.
Seconds passed as I scoped the scenery once more. The hesitation was present as day simply because in a way this was a nigga trusting she wouldn’t lead me to my death. A killer was gon’ get you either way it went. However, when a woman did it, it hit different.
Finally stepping into the room, my eyes fell on the stage that was located off to the right. Akira’s office was set up like one of the sections we departed from. Clover stood at the bar trying to decide on what to drink. We were already on tequila. She needed to keep it that way. While she did that, I sure enough sent that text to my crew letting them know exactly what was up. Ashaun wasn’t on his Ps and Qs, so I needed them to be.
Walking over to the glass windows, I immediately had improper thoughts flooding a nigga mind. Having my way with Clover in here was all I could think about. I could only imagine how good her body looked bouncing off mine under the strobe lights.
She joined me seconds later extending a glass in my direction. Taking it from her, I brought it to my nose. She shook her head as she released a deep sigh. “If I wanted to poison you, Arion, I wouldn’t do it so suddenly. You promised to eat my ass tonight and by all means, that’s what the fuck you gon’ do.”
“I can do it now,” I threw back.
“So, what’s stopping you?” she challenged.
Smirking, I threw the shot back and placed the glass on the table beside us. I then closed the gap making sure I was close enough to smell that distinct fragrance she wore. “Why you in such a rush to get my mouth on you? You making this too easy for me, Clover.”
“Nah, I’m making you stand on that shit you was talking. See, the difference between me and you is quite simple. If I told you I wanted to swallow dick tonight, the second we walked through that door, I would’ve been on my knees ready to do just that. You talk big but scared to follow through. Don’t make me classify you as one of them.”
“One of who? ‘Cause I can promise you I’m one of one,” I commented.
“A little ass boy. Grown men gon’ eat it and love it. Seems to me like you scared of it,” she sassed.
“Damn, you talk a lot of shit, Clover. Maybe a nigga just waiting to see you hit the stage before I dive headfirst. I had the pussy, and I must say, it wasn’t memorable,” I lied.
I remembered everything about that gushy shit. From the way it gripped my dick when I tried to slide out to the way her walls contracted against it when she came for me, I was thoroughly impressed. All it took was a direct order and her cream was glazing my flesh. Trust me, it was more than memorable.
“You’re a bad liar which means it isn’t something you do on a regular basis. I guess I can appreciate that. This birthday dance, you not gon’ let it go, are you?”
Shaking my head from side to side, she rolled her eyes. Throwing her shot back, she guided me over to the chair that was positioned in front of the stage and gently pushed me down. Grabbing the remote on the table next to me, she then tapped a few buttons changing the vibe of the room within seconds.
The windows were now tinted, the stage was granted a spotlight, and the doors were now locked. I knew the sound of that from anywhere. The slow tunes of Jamie Foxx began to serenade us, and I just knew she was ‘bout to make a nigga beg for it. I could feel it.
“Pay attention, ‘cause I’m only doing this once,” she warned me.
“It’s undivided, I can guarantee you that. But hold tight for me beautiful. Where’s the bathroom? I need to wash my hands.”
“Wash yo’ hands? For what?”
“I’m getting ready to touch everything you got to offer. I figured I’d clean them before doing so. Is that a problem?” I inquired.
She shook her head saying, “Nah, it’s just considerate as fuck. It’s throwing me off actually. Thank you, I guess. The bathroom is through that door,” she said pointing to the left side of the room.
