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“So, because you’re on vacation, I can’t FaceTime you?” my daddy asked me.

I released an exasperated sigh because my daddy was pressuring me. He hated texting, he’d rather call, but his calls consisted of random FaceTime calls. He’s been that way since forever and would get pissed off if you didn’t answer or if you couldn’t. He sends everybody emergency texts, acting frightened for no apparent reason. However, this reason was different, it’s not that I couldn’t FaceTime him, I was scared to do so. My daddy would flip the fuck out if he saw that I was here with Drill. I hadn’t told any of my family members about Drill.

Besides Derrick’s nosey ass I didn’t feel the need to tell them because I was still deciphering what Drill and I had going on. My take on people I’m dating or talking to for the moment have to require a certain privilege, for them to meet my family. Nonetheless, I’d feel comfortable telling my mama because I’ve always been open with her about the men in my life, who I’m crushing on or my dating life, but Drill was too close to home. Some of the people in my family still asks about Corbin’s bitch ass during the holidays or major family events. I didn’t make my break up public to my family because they didn’t need to know those details, they’d try to pry out of me. Common sense would be that if he wasn’t coming around anymore then we weren’t together, but for those who wanted to know, they didn’t mind asking.

My daddy was a different ball game because he was a stand up guy and I can agree that every man I date, he’d want them to be the same. I wouldn’t accept anything less than what he taught me. He opened doors for the women in his life, pumped gas, sent flowers and money, pulled the chair out for them and treated women like with kindness all the way around, like his father taught him. The only reason I feel like he’d disapprove of my fling with Drill is because of his record. It doesn’t matter that he’s on a clean slate now, my daddy often lives in the past and thinks men living in that lifestyle would go down that road again. He can’t relate, but he’s very old school, so he often makes up crazy scenarios about what could go wrong. I love my old man to death, but I don’t have time for that right now.

“It’s not that you can’t FaceTime me daddy, it’s just that?—”

Before I could finish my sentence, the FaceTime tone chimed in my ear making me click my teeth and roll my eyes at the dim phone screen. Quick on my feet, I clutched my robe around my neck so he couldn’t see the hickies Drill put on my neck last night. My neck made a pop sound the way I darted my head around the room, to make sure nothing was out of place. Drill was sleeping peacefully on the bed, laying his stomach, sprawled out on the top of the covers. The room was pretty much clean for the most part, but Drill’s suitcase was on his side of the bed, so I wasn’t going to pan the camera on the bed if my daddy asked to look around the room.

“Hey daddy.” I grinned into the camera, after accepting the call. His handsome face appeared in the view with a frown. From the looks of it, he had his reading glasses perched on his nose, and I knew he must have been engrossed in the Commercial Appeal newspaper. His daily routine consisted of reading the morning paper while eating breakfast.

“Don’t ‘Hey daddy,’ me,” he muttered with an attitude. “Why is your location turned off Akira, you know I don’t play about that. Y’all kids be thinking y’all grown but y’all still my babies. I had to get on Akia the other day keeping her location turned on. If something happens to y’all, how will I know where y’all at,” he wasted no time grilling me.

“I know daddy and I don’t mind sharing my location, but I have to download a VPN while I’m out here and it consists of me having to use this Mobile Device Management app, and one of the restrictions are turning my Find My off. I’m safe here daddy, there’s nothing to worry about. We’re—I’m leaving tonight anyway,” I caught the slip of my tongue from mentioning Drill.

Still holding the camera to my face, I walked inside the living room and sat on the couch. We had a staring match going on, he’d do it to anybody to fish out a lie, including my mama. I was lying my ass off, partially, the Mobile Device Management thing was true, but him and everybody else was under the impression this was a work-related trip, meanwhile I’ve been here getting fucked and sucked from the back from sun up to sun down. He said if you broke the stare, you were lying and I wanted so bad to burst into laughter, but I kept it G and held my composure long enough for him to break the stare.

“Akira,” he took off his reading glasses and laid the paper on the table. “You used to be one the innocent ones,” he continued.

“I still am, daddy,” I sighed.

“Are you pregnant?”

I gasped and laughed at his irrational outburst. “Daddy, no!”

The staring competition started again, and I held my composure. “Will you stop doing that?” I cackled. “I’m grown, I don’t have to lie to you about anything.”

“Well, your mama and I have been married for twenty plus years, and she still does it. I don’t have to exempt you from that. Just like I tore her ass up last night, I’ll do it to you too,” he warned me.

“Oh daddy please, I’m sure my mama and I won’t get the same type of whupping that you’re talking about and that’s disgusting, please don’t put that image in my head before I’ve had anything to eat. That’ll ruin my appetite.”

He softened up his tone to reply, “I’m just letting you know, baby girl. You’ll always be my baby.”

“I know daddy,” I smiled.

“Show me around the place you’re staying, your mama told me it’s nice when she called you,” he spoke.

“I told her the way it looks, I didn’t show her the place,” I replied hastily.

His brow rose and I changed my tone. “I need to clean up daddy. It’s messy in here,” I lied.

“Another damn lie,” he called out making me snorkel. “What you hiding?”

“Who said I was hiding anything,” I rolled my eyes and neck.

“Then show me the damn place Akira, your mama and I might want to come out there.”

I bit down on my lip debating on whether or not I wanted to show him the beach house. Granted this place was too beautiful not to show off. It was a breath of fresh air and whoever decorated the place had some great style and a great eye for color and placement. The sterile, brightly lit space, with its rows of identical furniture, reminded me of those furniture showrooms they use for modeling. There was a color scheme of crème and beige going on. I would think because of the place being called Lover’s Island, they wanted to implement the scheme of red, but I don’t think I’d be okay with a being decorated in those dark colors, so I’m glad whoever decorated this chose this style and theme took that into consideration.

“Okay let me straighten up first.”

Without hearing a response, I put the phone on mute and got up from the couch to make sure Drill was still sleeping soundly. This was going to be a quick show. I knew my nosey ass daddy would call and thankfully everything was working out in my favor, the quicker I could get him off the phone. Taking the phone off mute, I showed him around the house, making sure to put the camera on my feet when I showed him the bedroom so he couldn’t see Drill. I forgot his body wash was in the shower because he wanted to see the bathroom too, I had to think of a quick lie and say it was complimentary body wash, and he went along with that.

“Well alright baby girl, I ain’t gone hold you too long,” he spoke, satisfied with everything and what he saw.

“Okay daddy, my flight leaves tonight, I’ll be sure to call you before I get on the plane. I love you.”

“I love you more,” he replied, then ended the call.

With a deep sigh, I released my robe from around my waist and sat my phone on the nightstand. My knee sank through the bed as I dipped under the comforter set to join Drill on the bed. Snuggling closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his body and my body relaxed next to his. The warmth radiating from his dark skin caused me to melt next to him. My cheek rested on his muscular arm. Just the sound of hearing him breathe was making me swoon and the butterflies flutter in my stomach. Everything felt surreal as I closed my eyes and envisioned what life would be like for us now that I admitted my love for him.

I used to be so prideful admitting the way I felt to men, because it wouldn’t make a difference in the way they treated you, but it was like those motives were on a hidden agenda and the second you start to feel something, they do some fuck shit and make you feel nothing, as if those feelings were never there. I’ve always been good at reading the room and with Drill I didn’t get those vibes, I just hope my heart was right about the way I was feeling, because my mind was driving me crazy.

The bass from his deep voice jolted my eyes open as it boomed in the quiet room like a speaker.

“Why you lie?” He questioned.

“Huh,” I retorted in a confused state. My brows creased as I lifted my head to look at him. His face was turned towards him and his head rested on the pillow, but his eyes remained closed.

“If you can huh, you can fuckin’ hear. Why you lie to your daddy about being out with me?”

I sat up on the bed and readjusted my posture so that my back was resting against the headboard.

“Technically I didn’t lie, Drill. I didn’t tell him who I was out here with. They don’t need to know that. You know I’m very private,” I spoke with honesty, at least part of it was.

“You think Derrick don’t know where the fuck we at?”

My eyes were trained on his handsome face, and they darted around his sexy side profile. His chiseled jaw line stuck out and his face was clear, free of any blemishes and acne. When he opened his eyes, they landed on mine.

“Unless you told him,” I responded with an attitude towards him now.

“You think that nigga can’t put two and two together? Regardless of what the fuck I told him. You think he don’t know?”

“Well, telling my parents—my daddy is different.”

“How different is it than anything else Akira?”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what the fuck I’m saying! How is it different than anything else? We supposed to keep sneaking and fucking around? I’m only doing this shit for your sake. I don’t give a fuck about your folks knowing that we fuck.”

He leaned up off the bed and moved his feet to the side of it. His muscular back faced me. Even that was filled with colorful tattoos, a living, breathing art gallery. My eyes traveled down to the red scratches on his back. After our fuck session, he hissed when the hot water from the shower hit it. They looked like cat scratches from last night. Now they were red and looked like they were healing. I offered to apply ointment, but he said it wouldn’t help any way and to leave it alone. When he stood up, I noticed the scowl on his face. He was naked from the waist down, so my eyes trailed down to his bare ass and the way his dick was swaying back and forth made my mouth water.

He sauntered out of the bedroom, and I made it my business to follow him. To give him room to handle his business, he stopped at the toilet to pee. After flushing the toilet, he washed his hands and brushed his teeth.

“I’m not hiding you if that’s what you’re thinking.” I retorted and folded my arms over my exposed breasts.

“Think or is that what I know.” He turned his head to say before putting his hands together to palm hot water. I watched him bend down and put water on his face, preparing to wash it.

“What are you getting at Drill?”

“Exactly what the fuck I said Akira. The other day, I fucked the eyelashes off you then your pops pulled up. You had me ass naked, grabbing my clothes and shit, like a lil’ bitch ass nigga and told me to hide in the closet. That’s shit I used to do when I was in middle school baby.”

The moment was a vivid memory in my mental rolodex. He called it childish then and he was calling it childish now. However, I explained to him why I did it. This thing with him was sudden and I wanted to reveal our relationship to my family the right way. That night, after we fucked in his car, we took a shower and fucked in the shower. He couldn’t sleep in my room, so I snuck him down the hall to the guest room and he had no problem with it then, so his retorts were new to me.

“Nothing about me is childish. I just need time?—”

“Time,” he scoffed with his face full of bubbles now. “You need time, huh?”

“Where is all this shit coming from Drill?”

“How the fuck you admit your love for me but you keeping shit a secret to your folks? Got me hiding and shit under the bed, lying to your daddy, treating me like a side nigga. I don’t get you, mane.” His voice was muffled as he scrubbed his face with the Cetaphil face wash.

I cocked my neck at his last statement and sucked my teeth. Some shit was brewing between us, and I didn’t like it, not one bit. It was strange.

“You don’t get me, but the only time you use the word love is when I’m under you and your dick is in my pussy. You can’t fathom the thought of another nigga or bitch sucking on my pussy, but you don’t know if you want a relationship with me or if you want to be with me? That’s that mental tennis niggas with good dick like you love to play. So, if we’re on the list of talking about shit we don’t get with each other, then don’t forget to air your shit out too nigga.” I snapped and walked off.

My chest heaved up and down from being upset. Our shit has been reduced to being childish. Nigga had the fucking audacity to call me childish. That was a low blow above all things he could’ve said and my feelings were bruised. With this being our last night here, I wanted to be in eternal bliss, kissing and sucking on his neck and riding dick until it was time for us to leave but those plans were short lived. Doing him a favor, I continued to remain childish and got dressed to head out. To take shit further, I blocked his number and called our driver to pick me up. I hadn’t eaten anything since last night and my stomach growling all morning was evident that I needed to put something on my stomach. My driver recommended some good brunch spots so I told him to choose the one closest to the beach house, so I wouldn’t be too far. On the way there I called Jalisa, so I could tell her my side of the story and if her ass told me I was wrong, then I was going to hang up and block her too. From the way the conversation was going, I didn’t have to do that.

“Calling you childish was definitely a low blow,” he responded.

“Exactly.”

With the phone clutched to my ear, I looked through the tinted windows at my surroundings.

“Has he ever addressed it before about him hiding in the closet? You know niggas be saying shit in a joking way, but they be dead fucking serious,” she muttered, then started talking to someone else. I could tell she was at work. That skyrocketed my irritation more because sometimes in the middle of me venting, she’d tell me to hold on.

“Yeah, he has, and the first time we talked about it, he didn’t make it be a big deal. It was only one time?—”

“Akira, hold on real quick?—”

Before she could finish her damn sentence, I hung up the phone in her face and blocked her. The car came to a complete stop and the view was breath taking. We were outside this beautiful restaurant. People were sitting outside, enjoying their food, holding conversations amongst their partners and some dined alone. Despite being outdoors, the restaurant's seating area was sheltered by a sturdy wooden roof, creating a cozy atmosphere. Black and grey stones, rough and cool to the touch, created a path. In the seating area, the grey marble tables offered a sleek contrast to the sturdy, short steeca corto stools; the whole scene evoked a sense of grounded elegance that I wanted to intake.

“Should I go back and get Mr. Washington?” he asked.

“No,” I outburst making his eyes bulge, then I calmed my tone down. “I mean,” I cleared my throat before I finished my sentence. “He was sleep when I left and didn’t want to wake him.”

“It’s not in my job description to lie if he asks Ms. Moore,” he rebutted.

“Look, I shouldn’t be here long, just sit here and wait on me.” Before he could get out of the car and open my door, I pushed it open and slammed it shut.

The cool breeze wafted past me, provided coolness to my scalp through my boho knotless braids. I clenched my shoulders and walked ahead on the stones smiling and waving at anybody who greeted me. The hospitality here is so friendly and calm and it’s definitely what I need after the pissy ass mood Drill put me in. As I entered the restaurant, out the corner of my eye, I spotted Saira sitting with two guys. I didn’t want to make it apparent that I was staring at them, so I looked the other way, when one of them spotted me and kept trotting along. The bar was completely empty except for the bartender polishing glasses, so I sat down at the counter. Noticing my presence, she placed the clean white towel under the counter and greeted me with a friendly gesture as she parted her lips to smile.

“Hey, welcome to Lovers 69, what can I get you to drink?”

“Um,” I looked down at the menu. There were so many options I didn’t know what to choose. “How ‘bout the panty wetter?”

“Coming right up.” The bartender smiled and walked off to make my fruity drink. Judging by the picture and the list of ingredients inside, it looked like a fruity drink, and I love a good fruity drink.

I slid on the cool stool and placed my small Neiman Marcus bamboo handle bag on the counter. The thump from the music playing vibrated under my fingertips as I watched her prepare my drink. I looked down to pull my crème maxi dress up so my boobs wouldn’t spill out. This dress left nothing for anyone to imagine, so if you looked hard enough you could see my nude thong and areolas through the thin material.

“Good choice,” I heard someone whisper in my ear. The heat from their breath made me shiver, the feeling wafted against my skin. Looking over my shoulder, I saw it was Saira, standing behind me with a grin washed on her pretty face. Under the sun, she was utterly breathtaking. Her butterscotch skin complexion was shimmery and glowing, and she smelled so good. I wanted to hint at the fragrance, but I could tell it was layered with something sweet, more like a gourmand. Gloss coated those pretty pussy sucking lips and when she smiled, her pink tongue escaped to lick them as if she knew I was staring vividly imaging her sucking on my clit like a vacuum. The crème tube dress looked stunning on her and the gold jewelry was the prefect accessory to set the tone.

“W-what,” I stammered and blinked myself back to life. For a second, my mind drifted off into what happened in the room between us. I desperately wanted to believe that what happened was a figment of my imagination or a nasty ass dream, but the pool in my pussy from that day was proving me wrong. If it were a dream, I’d kill myself for not being able to withstand the urge to feel the real thing.

She chuckled, showcasing those pretty, porcelain white teeth that God gifted her. When the bartender placed my drink on a heart shaped coaster, Saira nodded her head at it. “The 69, it’s the perfect drink for you. It makes your pussy taste sweet,” she leaned in to whisper the last part making me blush.

To cool myself down, I took a sip of the drink and scrunched up my face in great delight at the bartender, signaling that the drink was delicious, then gave Saira my undivided attention. Her ring finger was no longer empty. The rock was big enough to weigh her small hand down, so if that was her sole purpose for not wearing it last night then I don’t blame her.

“I don’t need anything to make my pussy taste sweet. Some women were born that way.” I flirted back, and I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I gulped the fruity drink down quick, and Saira signaled the bartender to make me another.

“Blessed,” she retorted.

“Huh?”

“Some women are blessed that way,” she corrected me. “I’ve been thinking about you since the other day. I woke up with the taste of your pussy on my tongue. Would you call me nasty if I told you I didn’t want to brush my teeth the morning after? Akira, I kept sniffing my upper lip, the after smell of your juices lingered on my tongue,” she muttered in a hushed tone.