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It had been over two years and I haven’t spent one day I haven’t thought of him. Of us. How much I missed him. How much I’m still in love with him.
Soul Ellison. The love of my life. The worst heartache of said life.
I chose my career over him, though it was a decision I knew was a huge mistake the moment I made it. When I left him back at his Harlem townhome, I wasn’t expecting him to come back.
He did. With a vengeance.
Our obsession with each other was only complicated by our intense desire and love. I needed him like I needed air. He was my drug and I didn’t want to go to rehab. He was richer than sin, a craving stronger than the most decadent dish, and he was all mine.
Navigating through a world where paparazzi follow my every move and I become the gossip fodder I once reported on, I wonder if this is a life I want? Soul promises he’ll do anything to protect me. I only wonder if we’re strong enough to protect each other.
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A part of me wonders if this was how Soul felt when I wrote that article on him. The anger before someone talked him down. He could’ve blown up at me and called me every name in the book. Instead, he confronted me head-on when I was at my worst and we became…
…more than friends.
My heart sighs as I think about the conundrum we’re in. We’re together but for how much longer? It’s clear I’m not wanted here so I doubt I’ll ever have family dinners with the in-laws. And Soul? He may be frustrated with his brothers and parents, but he’ll choose them over me any day of the week.
Why am I wasting my time with Soul?
The front door suddenly opens and I turn around to lock eyes with Soul. Whatever anger and heartbreak I had before, it dissipated once I looked into his eyes. The sultry look on his face returned and his full lips curved into a delicious smile.
He’s dressed in a business suit with an open collar. The open collar reveals enough of his tanned skin with a light dusting of hair across his chest. It’s not his usual attire of jeans, hoodie, and Timbs, yet it fits him so right.
He’s casually chewing a piece of gum and I see his defined jaw work in slow motion like it did on me all last night. His blue eyes are staring right at me; alternating between cobalt and sky blue. His eyes are intense, but it’s all love, not anger.
“I was wondering if you kept your invisibility cloak on.”
I smile at the Harry Potter reference. “If only I had a flying car…”
Soul walks over to me and sweeps his lips over mine before I had a chance to protest. Not that I would’ve. His delectable lips sent shockwaves throughout my body. His wandering hands caressed and grabbed my ass, giving it a hard slap as he played with my tongue.
I felt lost within him. I wanted to drown in his love. I wanted to be covered and loved until I couldn’t want anything else anymore. I wanted him to have total and complete ownership of my body and soul and in exchange, I wanted his.
The question mark lingered – would he let me?
Soul pulled away, but only by reluctance. His blue eyes twinkled at me and I knew all was all right. “You good, shorty?”
“I’m good.” I nod. My eyes slant as I pay attention to his mouth for the first time. “You wore your grill at breakfast?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He smiles at me and I shake my head. “Platinum and diamonds, baby. Nothing but.”
“You’re really about that life twenty-four-seven, huh?
“Not a second less.” His voice is deep and raspy. “Parents know what the deal is. So do my bros. I’ve always been like this. I’m not some wigger who likes the culture but says nothing on the issues. This is me.”
“That is you.” I smile before I pause. “I overheard the conversation with your family. That’s why I left.”
“That’s what I figured.” He sighs through his nose. “You weren’t meant to hear any of that. Savior and Ocean aren’t too happy with themselves about it and would like to apologize to you personally.”
“All is forgiven. I know they were looking out for their brother and it’s totally understandable.” I let out a soft breath. “Your father, though…”
Soul shrugged and leaned against the bar beside me. He briefly looks up and folds his arms against his chest. “I love my father for what he’s done for the country. He’s helped out a lot of people, got many laws passed, and sacrificed a whole lot. I mean, a whole lot. He was at odds with his own parents and siblings for a long time until they finally came around. They still don’t like my mom because they think she’s lowkey encouraging my father. I can’t say that’s false. She’s always had his back, even if it meant she looked like a fool.”
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“I hate my father for what he’s done to us. He has a couple of outside kids that everyone knows about but no one has confirmed. We all know the truth, though. The women have signed NDAs so they can never speak a word about it ever. If they decide to break it, the consequences are severe. I’ve never met those children and I’m not quite sure if I want to.
Soul sighs again and looks away. The pain is evident on his face, though he’s trying to put on a brave front. He’s too prideful to cry, though he’s not ashamed to reveal his pain. “I love my family, but sometimes I don’t like them. I brought you here because I didn’t want them to bring their bullshit to Harlem. I rather have it out in the open now and deal with whatever comes.” He turns towards me. “It’s going to take time, though. They’re not going to instantly love you because you are the press. Once they figure out they can trust you, it’ll be like you’ve always been a part of the family.”
I give a small grin. “Does this mean you accept me being a journalist?”
“It means I accept you being you. It also means we need to figure out what you’re going to do once you’re in Harlem.” He flashes his grill. “You still have a bit of time to figure out what you’re going to do.”
“We already know I’m going to live with you, Ellison,” I reply. “But I still need to figure out what I’m going to do when I get there. Maybe I can talk to Laura about something. I think she has some friends in the publishing industry I can talk to.”
“You do what you gotta do, but you’re not staying in L.A. much longer.” He cups my face and sweeps his lips over mine again. And once again, I fall harder for him. “I saw how you acted in Harlem. You were free. You were yourself. You loved Harlem and it loved you back. That’s where you need to be.”
“You make it sound like everything is going to be so perfect between us.” My voice is breathless.
He places his forehead against mine. “Everything already is.” He covers his mouth over mine and hoists up my dress. He pulls down my panties and cups my sex. “This is very perfect.”
My breath hitches in my throat. Soul lifts me up and places me on the stool. Draping one of my legs over his shoulders, Soul opens me wide and covers my sex with his mouth. His tongue rapidly flicked over me, teasing and tasting me as he gripped my bare ass.
We were in the guest house on his family’s property and yet, it didn’t matter to Soul. It didn’t matter last night when he kept me up all night. It didn’t matter when he told me to be still and ‘take this dick.’ It didn’t matter to him at all.
Pleasing me, giving me everything I could want or need from him…that’s the only thing that mattered.
My cunt throbbed against his tongue as I looked down and saw how calm he was. The softness of his beard tickled my inner thighs. His mouth and tongue were so greedy on my pussy, worshipping it and giving it much needed attention.
He sucked hard on my clit and I went home to glory, coming hard against his mouth.
Soul stands up and opens his zipper, letting his hard cock protrude out. I thought I would’ve been too sore to accept it, but I found myself hungry for it. He adjusted his position and slides his cock inside me and we both hum at the friction.
His strokes are fast and hard, driving his long, thick shaft in and out with the precision of a surgeon. His eyes are closed and ecstasy is all over his face. He loves how I’m making him feel. My pussy is doing that to him.
“Fuck, Ari…” He moans and slides in and out faster. We’re shaking the bar stool, on the verge of breaking it, but I doubt Soul cares.
My pussy tightens around him and Soul growls. He pushes inside me harder and deeper before he comes; his cock jerking inside of me. He kisses me hard and fast and I return the feeling.
He places his forehead against mine while he’s still inside of me and we just breathe against each other. There is still a question mark in our future, but one thing is for certain: we’re going nowhere without the other.