Page 23 of F*ckin’ With Me

“You got a live one on you there, Mr. Brand!” Rashad rarely gave a damn. People liked to think that I had less fucks than him, but that was a misrepresentation of both of us. My lack of fucks just tended to be louder.

Mr. Brand laughed as he took the walk from his patio to where we sat.

“Y’all are nosy as hell, but I appreciate it though.

Seeing y’all kept me cooler than I wanted to be.

” He sat in the seat that was open next to me.

“Daylen, I love both of my daughters. God knows I do.” His eyes met mine, then he said, “Son, you got the best of the two. I hate to have to admit that out loud.

“Simonette always had such a calming spirit. When she was a baby, she rarely cried. There were nights that I would wake up in the middle of the night to check on her, and she’d be in her crib, entertaining herself.

” His eyes glazed over. “Her little face would light up when she saw me, and it still does to this day. I’ll never get tired of that. Treat my baby good.”

The desires of his heart for his daughter were loud, and I was all ears.

“I got you, Pops Brand. Can I ask you a question and you be real with me?” Once he gave me the okay to ask, I thought about exactly how I wanted to word my question respectfully.

Fuck it! “Are you and the missus going to keep doing this unhappy merry-go-round or call it a loss? I’m only asking so I know what to anticipate for my baby’s emotional stability. ”

The butler interrupted our conversation to ask if any of us needed refills.

Mr. Brand bottomed his drink, then asked for a refill.

I wasn’t sure how our butler knew what he was drinking, but he had it on hand to fill him back up.

Once we were all filled up, Mr. Brand took a sip before he answered my question.

“Son, the papers have already been filed. I was trying to get through this weekend and have her served when I got home.”

“Damn, man. You’re ready to give her half of all your shit?” Rashad’s face held contempt.

Mr. Brand chortled. “Nigga, I know you don’t think that I was stupid enough to not get a damn prenup signed? Stop playing with me now. Simone will get what she agreed to receive for the length of our marriage. She’ll get a lump sum, her car, and her house.”

I didn’t know what to say because there wasn’t shit to really say. I wasn’t sure how Simonette would be affected by her parents divorcing. What I did know was that I would be prepared for anything.

A Little Later That Evening . . .

When I called Simonette to let her know I was coming back to the room, she told me that she needed me to stay away for a few more hours.

I wasn’t sure what the fuck they had going on, but what I did know was that she and my sister were up to something.

I still had a lot to learn about Simonette, so I wasn’t sure what her up to something looked like.

The problem was that she was with my mischievous sister.

Mr. Brand, Rashad, and I went to the reception to sit, drink, and be merry.

More people came out to the reception than I thought would, especially on Justin’s side of the aisle.

I guessed all they heard was they could still eat and drink with no worries.

The catering was top-notch. I made sure I made a few healthy to-go plates for my baby.

All that food that I packed was for naught.

The plates were on the ground, and food was everywhere.

Like I was instructed to do, I knocked on the door when I got back to the villa.

I knew before I got there that Simonette was alone.

I saw my fast ass sister boo’d up with the nigga from the wedding on the patio of what I assumed was his villa.

When I knocked on the door, her ass opened it, dressed in a lingerie set and high heels that instantly bricked my dick.

Yeah, I’d seen her in a bathing suit and naked, but this hit differently.

“You not playing fair, Sim, damn.” I tilted my head downward to put my eyes on the plates on the ground.

“I brought you some food, but as you can see, the ground was hungry.”

“It’s alright, Day. I have something for us here.” She stepped to the side to let me in.

My hand ran across her stomach as I passed her. My eyes bounced around the room. Oh, Rissa is on her good bullshit tonight. There were candles lit around the room and rose petals sprinkled on the floor. My cheeks rose when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. “This is really nice, Sim.”

Her soft voice sounded. “You really like it? I thought you would think it was corny or something.”

I grabbed her wrist to pull her to my front. I took the time to take in her beauty. My lips kissed her forehead. “Stop doing that shit. This shit is not corny.” I took another look around the room. “I like this shit.”

It was crazy because I really did. I never thought I would be the type of nigga that liked that kind of thing. I always thought it would make me feel soft, but it was the complete opposite.

Simonette stood on her tiptoes then wrapped her arms around my neck. “Well, I’m happy that you like it because I like you. I want you.”

At this point, my dick ached and needed to be put in something. “I feel like you’re trying to get fucked, Sim. Is that what you want to happen?”

A seductive expression covered her innocent features. “I would like that very much. Only if you want to.”

I smacked the cuff of her ass that hung out of the cheeky panties she had on. “You know I want to. I just want to make sure you understand that I’m about to bust the seal off that pussy. After I get in it, that’s it. We locked the fuck in.”

If I saw any inkling of hesitation, she’d leave that island a virgin. It was too important a decision for her to have any kind of hesitancy. She needed to know this was what she wanted . . .

Her words interrupted my thoughts. With confidence laced in every word, she responded. “I’m ready to be locked in.”

With a deep smirk, I lowered myself enough to lift her from the floor.

Her dainty legs wrapped around my waist. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

My feet moved to our bedroom. Her lips disconnected from mine when my feet stopped.

Her hips wiggled, prompting me to put her down. “Let me take a quick shower, okay?”

After she nodded, I kissed her lips before I stripped on the way to the bathroom. It was about to be the shortest shower of my fucking life.

Close to the end of my shower, the sliding door opened. Simonette stood there in all her naked glory. Damn, did my sister download a sexual confidence upgrade in her or something? “Can I join you?”

“Sim, I’m not about to fuck you in this shower. As much as I would like that, you’re not even ready to imagine that shit.” I wanted to be as respectful as possible to my baby’s pussy the first time I was in it.

She stepped into the shower. “I don’t want you to fuck me. I want to suck your dick.”