I peel my eyes from the screen to observe her alarmed posture. Am I really freaking out on the outside? Because on the inside I’m burning with jealousy. I don’t understand the possessiveness that I feel over this man. I was never this way before him. I thought after seeing him with women over the years, since having his child that I was exempt from harsh insecurities as far as Stenton is involved. I mean, geesh, we’ve been sexing like horny teens each moment we can steal. We’ve gone from sneaking around Jordan to putting him to bed together and darn near racing each other to closest the room with a lock on it. I’ve drained the man of his essence for months to come, if that’s even possible, and look forward to pulling out more. So, why am I suddenly feeling bereft at the fact that he’s out of town? Out of reach?
“Oh, nothing, Momma.” I grab the desk phone from its cradle. “I just remembered I have something to take care of tonight after work. I may be out late. I need to let Eligia know.”
Within thirty minutes, I arrange for a flight to Atlanta.
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~Stenton~
Panting out of breath, I wince as Zoey dismounts me. Finding her naked in my suite when I’d gotten in from a dinner meeting was seductive, but having her fuck me sideways, in between two rooms and a hallway was plain ole’ mind blowing.
I glance down at her. Her doe eyes are open, nowhere near as exhausted as I am, and I know for a fact she’s been up since at least five this morning. It’s damn near three in the morning now. As pleasant sexual exertion is coming down on me, I can’t help the feeling of something being off. Zoey’s up to something.
“It’s about to be a twenty four hours type of day for you,” I mutter as I stroke her mouth.
I love Zoey’s mouth. The products of her brilliant mind are reflected from it, and the way that she grips my wood with it seals the deal for me. This woman is fucking perfection. I’ve always felt every inch of her was made for me. That there must be a God and He must have smiled on me at least once, twenty-eight years ago when she was created. She’s finally mine. Well, that’s if she can finally shake that stubbornness of hers and give me a date. If she could acquiesce with her hand in marriage as she does her body for pleasure, I’d be a happy man.
“I guess so.” Zoey shrugs while lying stark naked on her belly, staring up at me with preoccupied eyes. “I’ve missed you.”
I turn onto my side to face her. “Enough to marry me?”
A bashful smile crests her face and she lets out a giggle. “I guess.”
“You guess? Is that a yes?”
Engaged in a full blown giggle, Zoey blurts out, “Yes!”
Shit! My heart leaps. All it took was me going away on business for her to break?
“Okay. When?”
“I’m thinking, in June…of course after the season ends for you.” Her eyes go big with excitement, twisting my chest. “Wouldn’t it be cool to do it for your birthday?”
“So you can cheat me out of gifts? Yeah, whatever.” I tease.
I don’t give a damn when my lady says she wants to finally make me the happiest man around. I just want her to want it like I do. I’m just happy she’s finally coming around.
“I wouldn’t do that, StentRo!”
We laugh together at that one. Zoey knows I hate when she calls me that shit. But I’m too damn happy to even check her little ass on it.
Things go quiet for a minute. I don’t know what’s going through Zo’s mind, but I’m finally thinking about the details of a wedding. All this time, I’ve been limited to just paying for it and showing up. Do I want to pick my own tux? Do I want it to match JR’s? That dude swags like his daddy; we have to match.
“Do you know Shonda Kempt?”
“Uhhhh…” I think quickly about the rookie from Philly. “Yeah.”
Then my thoughts go back to my impending wedding and wondering if my mother will show. Will we be able to find her? Will she be on her meds and in her right mind? I haven’t seen her since taking JR to visit her back in the spring. She wasn’t clean, but at the facility. She always enjoys seeing Jordan. That fact, made the visit bearable for me.
“What do you think of her?” Zoey asks.
“I don’t know…” I transition my brain to Kempt and what I’ve heard of her. “She has good potential, a consistent scorer and stealer. Proud to see good stuff coming out of Philly.”
“Have you met her? What do you think about her?”
Why in the hell is she asking about Kempt? “Once or twice, yeah. She wants your business?” I glance over at her.
Zoey angles her chin. “In a roundabout way, yes.”
“How so?”
“She wants you.”
My head jerks back. Wants me? Lil’ Kempt?
“Where did you hear that bullshit?”