Page 102 of Lyric Squared

“Not if we take it to their school,” Lyric enlightened me.

“Your mom’s spot?” I sucked the skin of my teeth and shook my head. “Today the day you broadcast our shit, yeah?”

Even the thought brought a smile to my lips, I had so many plans for us and so much in store for Lyric. All I needed was for her to come clean with her people. Once she did, it would open the flood gates that I never intended to close – ever.

“No.”

Her response stung a bit, though I wasn’t expecting anything different.

“Pulling up there, what other choice do you have?”

“My mother knows,” Lyric revealed. Now facing me, she placed her arms on my shoulders and waited for whatever was next to come out of my mouth.

“What you mean?” with furrowed brows and lowered eyes, I inquired.

“She knows,” she elaborated. “She knows about us, already.”

“When did you tell her?”

“I called to tell her while we were in Maldives but she beat me to the punch. She just knew. Somehow, she just knew.”

Instead of picking at the silence that met the end of Lyric’s sentence, I let it be. There were several thoughts running through my head, but it wasn’t the time or day to reveal them. I would in time, but for the moment I simply wanted to enjoy Lyric’s company and prepare her for the eventful day we had ahead of us.

Our shower ended, and we both stood on the plush bathmat drying every inch of our bodies before stepping on the tiled floor. Lyric made sure we both had bath slides, but neither of us had remembered to bring them back into the bathroom where they belonged prior to our shower. However, the fluffy drying mat that she’d added to the floor was perfect for the task at hand.

Lyric’s small feet trekked behind me, attempting to keep up as I made my way into the closet. We were still utterly content without any words being spoken. As soon as she walked in the closet and found the white Chanel bag hanging from the second hook on the side she’d been storing her clothing, she could no longer keep quiet.

“For meeee?”

She turned around, placing her hands on her chest. Easily the prettiest I’d ever seen in my years, Lyric’s entire face formed a smile. From the top of her forehead to her chin, gratitude was evident.

“For you,” I assured her.

As I pulled a pair of underwear on, she removed the bag from the hook and sat it on the floor. Still wrapped in her towel, Lyric removed the large black box from inside the white bag. She carefully untied the bow and began the process of extracting the contents of the box. I was convinced that most of the money spent on the bags went toward the packaging.

When she finally reached the large gray Caviar Quilted bag that had set me back almost five figures, her hands brushed over the bag as if it was pure gold. She lifted the bag from the box, leaving the dust bag inside, and examined every inch of it. She, then, opened it and began to examine the inside.

“It’s authentic. Don’t insult me,” I humored, pulling a white shirt over my head.

“Never hurts to be sure,” she replied, then finally stood to her feet.

On the tips of her toes, she leaned forward and rested her lips on mine.

“Thanks, babe. I love it. I needed this bag to match my gray fits. This is so perfect.”

“Get dressed so we can get our day started. Dress comfortably.”

Deepening our connection, I parted Lyric’s lips with my tongue. She received me well, sucking on my shit before setting it free to roam her between her jaws. My hands, with minds of their own, found her ass cheeks beneath the towel that was wrapped around her body and squeezed them both.

The softness was still something I was getting used to. Lyric’s skin was like butter. She took such good care of every inch of her body that it easily set her apart from any other woman I’d ever encountered.

When I finally pulled back, I slapped her cheeks and sent her back to the other side of the closet. It had always been empty. I imagined I was saving it for her, even if not intentionally. Withmy closet being the size of a full, spacious bedroom, our things would easily fit if kept organized.

If space ever became a problem for Lyric, I’d already chosen the bedroom that I’d gut to make her dream closet and glam room. The ones at her place were sweet, but I knew I could top them. Well, Laike could. He was the fucking architect.

“Ummmm,” Lyric moaned before tearing herself away from me.

I quickly pulled on the red Nike sweatsuit that I’d purchased especially for Valentine’s Day and headed downstairs where I’d left my timepiece and chains. While Lyric prepared for the day, I decided to hang out on the first level.