Page 14 of Breeze and Melodie

“Do you know anything?” the woman asked, trailing a few feet behind me.

“About what?”

“Did you not hear everything I said?”

“You weren’t talking to me, so I wasn’t listening.”

“I think she did something to him. He said she was pissed when she found out about me, and they got into a fight.”

When I reached the entrance to the barbershop, I turned around to face the woman. I had to stop myself from laughing as I responded, “Oh really?”

“Yes. He was bruised up pretty badly. She got the best of him because he doesn’t hit women.”

I could no longer contain my laughter. I laughed so hard, I had to use the building for support.

“What’s so funny?” she questioned, sounding hurt.

“Nothing,” I managed to say through my laughter.

“Sean didn’t disappear into thin air. She’s the only one who had a grudge against him. You’d better be careful before you end up missing like Sean.”

I couldn’t reply because my laughter had yet to die down. When I gathered myself, I wiped my eyes and grabbed the door handle.

“Thank you for the heads up. Good luck on your search.”

I went back inside, and my client remained at my station, looking frustrated.

“Damn, bruh. You can forget about a tip,” he informed me, obviously annoyed.

“My bad, bruh. This cut is on the house. I got caught up.”

“Who the fuck was that woman you were just talking to?” Shyne asked.

“Someone named Arielle who’s claiming to be Sean’s girlfriend.”

“Sean? Melodie’s ex?”

“Yeah. Apparently, she knew about Melodie, but Melodie didn’t know about her.”

“What did she want?” Adan asked.

“She hasn’t seen him in two months and wanted to know if Mel had. Mel was no help.”

The only people who knew I’d killed Sean were the people who were present. I didn’t tell Melodie or anyone else. I had no choice but to play along.

“Damn, that nigga ghosted her ass,” Zayn commented.

“Sounds like it. It sucks, too, because she’s pregnant.”

“That’s unfortunate. I mean, not that she’s pregnant, but that it’s by Sean and he went ghost,” Shyne said.

“What did she want from you?” Adan asked.

“To warn me. She thinks Mel did something to Sean, and I might be next.”

Everyone in the barbershop broke out in laughter, including my client. Though he was still pissed about waiting longer than anticipated, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing.

“That’s funny as hell. The possibility of Sean ghosting her isn’t believable, but she believes Melodie harmed him in some way. Women really be out here delusional as hell,” Zayn said.

We talked about the situation for a few more minutes before someone changed the topic. I wasn’t much of a talker, but I enjoyed listening to the back-and-forth among the other barbers and our clients.

Hours later, I entered my apartment and was welcomed by drawn shades, candles, soft music, and the scent of delicious food seasonings. I couldn’t guess what was on the menu, but my mouth began to water.

“Mel,” I called out.

She appeared at the entrance to our bedroom dressed in the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen.

It was red with skinny straps barely holding the material together.

Her perky breasts poked from the bra, and most of her stomach was exposed.

When my eyes made it to her nicely trimmed pussy, I licked my lips.

“Welcome home.” She leaned against the doorframe.

“Damn. Is this the type of time you on?”

She nodded. “Dinner should be done in about twenty minutes, enough time for you to shower.”

“Fuck that food and the shower. C’mere.”

I reached for her, and she moved out of my reach.

“No, Breeze. I planned a nice romantic evening to thank you for all you’ve done for me. Let me show you my appreciation.”

I released an impatient breath and grabbed my dick. “I’m hard as hell, Mel. I’ll take a shower so you won’t be sucking a musty dick, but fuck that food. Be ready to be bent over something as soon as you hear that water shut off, . . . and keep the heels on.”

“But Breeze?—”

“I’ll skip the shower, and we’ll fuck right in this doorway if you keep talking.”

She held up her hands in surrender, looking sexy as hell.

“Turn around and let me see that ass.”

With her hands still in the air, she slowly turned around, and I bit my bottom lip at the sight of her plump ass cheeks looking even more plump with the straps secured around them.

I rushed into the bathroom and closed the door because it was the only thing I could do to stop myself from burying my face in Melodie’s ass crack.

I showered as quickly as possible, not bothering to dry off, stepping into the hallway with water still dripping from my body and my dick standing at attention.

“Where you at, baby?” I called out in search of Mel.

“In the living room.”

I followed her voice and was pleasantly surprised that she’d actually followed my instructions. Melodie was bent over the back of the couch, with the heels still on and her ass propped up in the perfect position.

My smile widened with every step I took in her direction. I gripped her waist and pressed my dick between her ass crack when I reached her. Leaning forward, I planted wet kisses on her back and worked my way up to her neck.

One of my hands found its way to the front of her neck, and I gripped it tightly as I pulled her to a standing position. My dick slipped from her ass crack, leaking precum as it pressed against her back. She let her head fall onto my shoulder and angled it toward me.

Still gripping her neck, I covered her mouth with mine, and we exchanged a sloppy, wet kiss. As our tongues looped around each other, she moaned into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue before my kisses traveled to her neck, shoulder, and finally returned to her back.

I released her neck, sliding my hand over her breasts and stomach until I found her pussy. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I slipped my fingers over her clit and between her folds to find her already soaking wet.

“Damn, baby.”

“I’m ready to be fucked. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Say less, beautiful.”

I roughly pressed my hand against her back and pushed her over the back of the couch.

I grabbed my dick, brushing my thumb over the tip to rub the precum over the head, then slid it up and down the crack of her ass a few times.

When I finally pressed my way inside her, I released a guttural moan because it felt so fucking good.

“Don’t be gentle, Breeze. Fuck me good and hard.”

Melodie had been begging me not to be so gentle with her for weeks, but I didn’t want to reinjure her. However, today, baby girl would get precisely what she’d been begging for, and then some.

“You better hold on,” I warned.

Her hands tightened around the back of the couch, and mine tightened around her waist. I bent my knees and pounded into her like I had a point to prove. The sound of her ass slapping against my pelvic area was music to my ears.

“Oh shit,” she squealed.

Every stroke was deeper and harder than the previous, and Melodie’s cries of delight filled my apartment. I fucked her like she wanted to be fucked, and when it became too hard to fight my nut, I reached around to massage her clit.

Almost immediately, her pussy began to pulse around my dick, making it harder to hold off my release. Her knees began to buckle as her juices leaked all over my dick, and I filled her with my seeds.

Whatever plans Melodie had for the following day would likely not happen. She wanted to be fucked, and for the next several hours, I didn’t disappoint.

When she finally tapped out, we ended up fucking again in the shower. Eventually, we made it to bed, and sleep came immediately. I expected Melodie to be more tired than me, but her ass wanted to talk.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No. Go to sleep.”

“Breeze,” she whined.

“What is it, baby?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Did you kill Sean?”

“Good night.” I kissed her forehead.

“Breeze.”

“I’m going to sleep. If you want to go to work tomorrow, I suggest you do the same.”

I kissed her forehead again and prayed she would let the shit go. She was asleep when I came home the night I killed Sean, and this was the first time she’d asked about him, although I’d overheard her and Raine discussing him a few weeks ago.

Rocky told me to trust him, and as hard as it was to trust a virtual stranger, I had no other choice.

Several weeks had passed, and Sean’s name wasn’t mentioned on the news headlines or social media.

Arielle seemed to be the only person concerned about his whereabouts, and I prayed she didn’t create any problems.