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He took my clit, sucking and grunting at the same time. My body shook powerfully. This nigga knew eating my pussy dissolved me into nothingness within seconds. With no time to recover, I cried out as he pushed his hard, heavy, thick dick inside me.
“Fuck!” he hissed savagely. I knew my pussy was tight as hell and it always stayed soaking wet for him.
“I’m about to drown your dick, baby!” Talking shit would fuel him to drive deeper. So, I dug into his shoulders as his hips moved quicker and his thrusts drove deeper. He spread my legs farther apart, swearing loudly with each re-entry. I started cumming, gushing non-stop and doing exactly what I knew my body could do for him.
“Oooh, Asia! I’m cummin’ in this muthafucka…fuck!”
One thing I loved about the way this nigga came. He slowed his stroke, swirled his hips, and put his dick as deep as it would go until every drop of him was left buried inside of me. Then he laid there inside me for a while, just letting us be as he kissed all over my face, neck, and breasts.
“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” It was early as hell, and the sun was just peeking through the clouds. We’d been on the road three hours now, just now passing Tallahassee. Just when I thought we were going to pull up on Nesha, August kept driving.
“Nope. I want you to sit in that seat lookin’ pretty as fuck, relax, and trust a nigga.”
I glanced back at June in the backseat, kicking his feet and giggling at whatever was spilling from the headphones he had on. My first surprise came at meeting him this early morning. He was such a sweet kid, with good manners, and was his daddy’s twin. He was just as excited to meet me as I was to finally meet him face to face. Faith didn’t think I knew that she was purposefully holding back on me meeting June. I didn’t blame her. As someone whose family treated me like shit, being intentional with my own future children was high on my list of priorities.
“I do trust you. I just wanna know—”
His chuckle stopped me and caused the furrow in my brow to deepen.
“Worry and trust can’t coexist, my baby.” He took my chin between his fingers and lightly squeezed. “Is there anything else you wanna talk about besides what’s got us on this road?”
I almost said no, then remembered, “Is asking about that bullet wound too much?”
Surprisingly, he smiled. “Nah, baby. That old nigga I told you I used to be. He had a target on his back. A nigga caught me slippin’. He hit his target.”
August kept his eyes on the road, and I kept my eyes on his profile. Slowly, I prayed to pull back every layer of who this man was. I had to. Several hours and three pit stops later, we ended up in Miami. Speechless, I said nothing as he drove to a community dripping in nothing but big ass dollars. He pulled into the gated driveway of a mansion, then used his fingerprint to disable the gate. What seemed like minutes later, he approached the front of the mansion and parked. He had me out of the truck and standing in the empty driveway looking crazy. Something that sounded like a tiny alarm sounded, turning my attention to the French-style front doors.
My mouth hit the damn pebbled driveway at who emerged. As if she was a ghost, my heart raced at seeing a smiling and glowing muthafuckin’ Jacoba! The closer she came to me, the wider my eyes got. Although he was larger than life, I barely registered the man following closely behind her.
“Auntie Coba!” June shouted and darted to Jacoba. She giggled and stooped down to hug him. Her swollen belly was just as much a shock as the woman herself.
“Hey, handsome. You miss me?”
“Yes, ma’am! Where’s Sky, Royal, and Steel?” he asked.
“They’re in the house waiting for you,” the man behind Jacoba responded. “I can’t get a hug?”
June gave him a quick hug before taking off toward the house. Three adults looked after him with a chuckle, while I stood here on mute. August dapped the dude… who had to be Grey’s twin. In hindsight, I kept trying to place Grey’s face, only to be stumped.
“Asia, these are my in-laws, Blu and Jacoba.”
Jacoba engulfed me in her arms like we’d known each other forever.
“Girl! When August told me he was bringing you here, I couldn’t wait! Your work is phenomenal!”
My eyes bucked. “What?” It was one thing for the Jacoba Christmas to have her hands holding mine right now. It was something totally different for her to know about my work. I started tearing up.
“Here she fuckin’ go,” August grumbled.
“It ain’t been nothin’ but tears ‘round here too, bruh,” Blu said. Briefly, his wife playfully glared at him.
“Don’t ask me for another baby,” she quipped.
Blu smirked as his gaze did a once over of her body.
Jacoba just shook her head and looked back at me. “When you and August get married, make sure you make it clear on how many babies y’all are having.”
I both giggled and choked at her comment. Marriage wasn’t something August and I were even remotely talking about. As hard as it was for me to pretend like August wasn’t standing there, I glanced at him. He simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders. Jacoba rolled her eyes at them both, then gave me a grand smile that made her cheeks strain.
“You and I have some fun things to do tomorrow. Are you ready?”
“Ready for?” Confused, I looked at August.
“He didn’t tell you?” Jacoba questioned.
“Nah. I thought the news would be better coming from you,” August said to Jacoba whose eyes lit up like stars.
“Girlllaa!” she excitedly dragged. “I’m doing a photoshoot with Melanin Tummy tomorrow. You’re going to join my hairstylist while she lays one of your fire ass units on my head.”
For the third time my mouth fell ajar. “What? I- Who… Huh?”
The three of them laughed while I tried to process my thoughts. I knew damn well I didn’t hear what I thought I heard.
“Yep!” she confirmed as if reading my thoughts. “Are you down?”
Seconds passed before I said anything. “Yes, I am! But I didn’t bring anything. Hell, I can make one right now if you want me to.”
“Actually, I brought ya stuff.”
August moved to the back of the covered bed of his truck and popped the tailgate. Inside was the bin that held the wigs, along with the bin that held all my tools, mannequin head, and tripod. Right there I wanted to break down and cry. I settled for furiously blinking back the tears in my eyes.
“So, we’re all set then?” Jacoba’s expression was one of hope and excitement. I had to laugh through my tears.
“Yes,” I replied. “We’re all set.”
Jacoba screeched and took me in for a big hug, not caring that she was smushing her stomach. She leaned back and smiled again. There was no denying that this was a woman fully loved. There was not an ounce of sadness sprouting from her pores. Neither was there anything fake about the way she responded to me.
“Okay, since we have that out of the way, let’s go inside and settle in for the evening. You hungry? I made—”
“I made steaks,” Blu interrupted.
“My husband made steaks.” Jacoba rolled her eyes so hard at Blu. “I made homemade mashed potatoes and salad. Want some?”
I giggled, while August answered, “Hell, yeah.”
After a tour of Jacoba and Blu’s mansion, we settled in the living room to eat. June was wrapped up in Royal and Sky, who were both as bossy as the dickens. Their brother, Steel, didn’t play that shit though. For him to be younger than the twins, he made sure to put them in their place whenever they tried anything funny with him. I thought it was cute. June had someone around his age in Steel. I could see them growing up to being close like family should be.
My own family came to mind. I wasn’t close with any of my siblings. The relationship with my mother was strained. Elijah and Lotus most likely wanted my head on a platter. All I had was my grandmother. She understood the value of family and loved me without conditions.
Family meant a hell of a lot to August. The more I was around him, the more it was evident that he played no games when it came to them. His love for family was fierce. I could only pray that one day I was on the receiving end of that love.
Chapter Twenty-Five
AUGUST WELLS
While Asia slept last night, I went on her phone and checked her emails, DMs, voicemails, and messages. She had her calls and notifications on do not disturb except for Ensley Shores and her mother. Everything that she’d missed or ignored, I checked. For future reference, I added her email and socials to my phone. Should need be, with a simple click, I could monitor what the fuck was going on.
It irritated my soul to see so many refund requests in her email. What had my blood boiling were the bitches in her DMs and notifications calling her out for going against Nesha. Chad was even in her DMs doing the fucking most. I could understand why he wanted lil’ baby back, but he could kill himself before he’d ever get her from me. I blocked that nigga and any other nigga in her DMs.
Bitches like Nesha grated my fucking skin. She thought being successful and beautiful made her desirable to every nigga. I wasn’t every nigga, and I wasn’t flattered in the least by the attention she threw my way. Her DMs started off sweet and flirtatious. However, the minute she saw that picture of Asia laying on my chest, her ass blew the fuck up like I was her nigga.
Fucking with me was cool. Fucking with my girl was an automatic fuck you and everything you attached to. I was going to show Nesha how to fuck up a career and fuck with somebody’s bag.
One call to Jacoba was all it took. She was down for the cause and set things in motion with the quickness. Here Asia was, moving around set like she’d done this shit before. I followed her, recording her interactions, snapping pictures, and being of help wherever I could. Blu stood off to the side, observing his wife in her element. As long as his lady was cool, he was cool.
The set was busy with people taking orders from the director, who was just happy to have Jacoba present for the shoot. Apparently, Jacoba had originally turned them down. Watching how people kissed her ass without her even wanting them to was quite inspirational. As long as I’d personally known Jacoba, she was humble and sweet. On the stage, she was anything but. With a mic in her hand, my sweet sister-in-law transformed into a beast. So, I could see how people moved around her the way they did.
With my camera aimed on Asia, I followed her every move, trying to capture as much of her day as I could. I juggled between my phone and hers, which she had propped up on a tripod. With Jacoba’s and the director’s blessing, Asia went live to let her followers get a sneak peek into her day.
Stepping in front of her phone to make sure everything was still flowing, I took a second to watch the comments fly up the screen. There were a couple thousand people watching, and the comments were moving so fast, I only caught a few.
IS THAT JACOBA?!
That looks like Jacoba!
Damn, Jacoba is so fine, bro!
IS THAT JACOBA?!
“Yeah,” I responded after the fourth person asked.
Who is he?
What’s yo name?
That’s the dude from Asia’s last video!
This the nigga Nesha mad about? *laughing emoji*
I see why Nesha mad af! * laughing emoji*
You fine as hell!
Oooh, he fine af!
How do you know Jacoba?!!!!!!???
I’m jealous af *crying emoji*!!
She got a fine ass nigga & she knows Jacoba! I’m sick & jealous af!
Shaking my head, I stepped out of the frame and went back to taking pictures. Asia glanced at me, a little nervous but not allowing that to overtake her as her smile grew wider. I snapped the picture of her beaming like she was in heaven.
Charly, Jacoba’s hairstylist, was even vibing with Asia. They hit it off from the first meet, and their interaction was natural as fuck. These three women were proof that it was possible for beautiful women to coexist in the same space without envy, jealousy, and negative vibes being mixed in.
Once filming was done, everyone gave a round of applause to Jacoba, whose grace and beauty flooded the set with light. Asia practically bounced my way, her wide smile likely to get stuck if she didn’t relax. I opened my arms for her, then wrapped her up. She cupped my jaw and stood on the tips of her toes to kiss me.
“I can’t believe you did all of this.”
Before the tears even appeared, I had my fingers ready to wipe them away.
“Anything to see you smile. From now on, it’s fuck these bitches. Let ‘em come for you all they fuckin’ want to. Fighting won’t solve shit with women like Nesha. You gotta hurt some feelings. The best way to do that is to boss the fuck up and get a bag on those muhfuckas. In this case, a few bags. Now, I want you to sit back and watch Jacoba run up these numbers for you.” I lightly tapped her lips, then brought them to me for another kiss.
“How did you even know this would work?”
“The bond my family has is strong as fuck, baby. One of us call, any one of us gon’ make it happen.”
“Your family is everything,” she replied.
“They’re yo’ people too.”
“Asia,” Jacoba called. “Wanna answer a few questions for my vlog?”
Asia’s eyes sparked with excitement. Jacoba seemingly stamped my declaration that my people were now Asia’s. With a grin, I nudged her toward Jacoba. Watching my lady win was easily an adrenaline rush I would forever chase.
While Asia answered questions, I got on my phone and rifled through all the footage I compiled. The only thing missing was a picture of me with my girl. I planned on making daily memories with Asia. When our kids looked back to remember us, they’d see the love we had for each other. They’d never know the emptiness I felt as a child.
You finally admit it, I thought.
I had no choice but to admit it. Asia was forcing me to admit so much shit about myself. Before long, I would come clean about Granny. Then, I wouldn’t have anything hovering over my head, taunting me with what ifs.
After uploading the pictures and videos I’d taken, I tagged Asia, then posted it with a simple message: Her smile is all mine. Sometimes you just know. *lock emoji*.
“Run, June!” Asia shouted.
June laughed so hard, he dropped the football and collapsed in the middle of the grass. Steel collapsed next to him, laughing just as hard. Asia ran to get the football before me. As soon as she scooped it up, I had her and the football in the air. I ran toward the makeshift endzone at the other end of the yard, where I scored another point for myself.
“Ah, man!” Royal and Sky chimed in sync.
“Daddy, you cheated!” June exclaimed.
Steel was right behind him, pouting. “No fair! You scored all the points.”
I placed Asia on her feet, then mugged my son and his big-headed cousins.
“Thanks to y’all, I ate some of that grass over there.”
They busted out in giggles.
“It’s okay,” Asia said, “we’ll get him next time.” She grabbed June’s hand. “Let’s go wash up and get some ice cream. We won’t save him any either.”
“Yeah!” June agreed. His cousins traipsed behind them.
Asia glanced at me over her shoulder and licked her tongue out. Grinning, I didn’t even mind. I was too busy focused in on how she was creating a bond with my son.
Later that night, once the children were sleeping, Asia and I cut the bathroom lights down and enjoyed a sit-down bath together. Five minutes of snuggling the soft skin of her neck ended up with her straddling my thighs. While staring in her eyes, I eased her down my hardened length. She moaned as her face beautifully frowned up. Once she was all the way seated on me, she gasped.
“We can’t be in here long. I promised Jacoba we’d watch a movie together.”
Bringing her face to mine, I chuckled and said, “You already know I can’t handle it when you ride me. Do what you do.” My toes were already curling at her snug tunnel squeezing me. I put my hands right where they belonged. Holding on to Asia’s ass while she slowly rode me was becoming a habit I would never break.
She stared down at me, enjoying how my gaze went in and out because I was dizzy from how good she felt. Wet and juicy were the words to describe her bottom lip that her pearly white teeth bit into. Her handful of titties gently bounced with every movement she made. I couldn’t resist the cinnamon tipped cupcakes. Leaning forward, I took one into my mouth.
Asia’s head fell back as her ride picked up pace. Digging my fingers into her skin, I fought to hold on. As soon as her shit tightened even more around me, I was done for.
“Shit…” Just like that she had a nigga ready.
Her low moans turned into gasps of pleasure as I repeatedly brought her down on me. Asia knew how to take my dick. She wasn’t scared of my curve and made sure to let me know that she was enjoying it just as much as I was. Four seconds later, she came around me, suctioning me so strongly that I was right behind her ass.
While coming down, we shared a kiss that meant more than tongues mating. Just like I wrote my name on every part of her body, I did so in her mouth too. She would never be satisfied with another nigga.
As if she’s going anywhere. I chuckled to myself.
She wasn’t.
We cleaned up, then met Blu and Jacoba in the living room for a night cap.
Chapter Twenty-Six
ASIA ANTHONY
By morning, my DMs and social media pages were flooded with new inquiries about my wigs. My follower count drastically increased, and I was being tagged in videos left and right. Never one to let any of this social media shit go to my head, I simply was humbled by all the old and new support. Those who had already cancelled their orders were back in my DMs trying to reverse their orders.
Coco Beats reached out to me on IG, stating that she was sorry that she didn’t know the whole story before taking Nesha’s side. Sadly, there was no fucking side. Nesha was on these platforms arguing with herself and looking stupid doing it. Since the video dropped with me and Jacoba, she had been going double time on calling bitches “whack” and “disloyal”.
