Page 4 of His Obsession Her Cure

And a morbid fascination with horror movies and the ID channel but I kept that one to myself.

I can’t believe Tyron was talking about me with him.

I wasn’t sure whether to be mad or happy that Taye cared to know the answers.

His head bobbed back and forth as he went back to focusing on the road.

He asked a couple more questions seemingly trying to get to know me.

My answers were of course short and to the point since I was still sort of nervous around him.

Not to seem weird or stand-offish I asked him about himself and found that he was a drug dealer. Figures with this car.

He said that he was single with no kids and had a bachelor’s degree in business management from University of Maryland Eastern Shore.

I was impressed that he at least got a degree even though he was using it for his illegal endeavors.

With my questions answered we shifted back into the awkward silence from before.

Leaning back, I shifted in the seat and pulled out my Kindle so I could read until he struck up some more conversation.

When the car started to slow I noticed we were pulling into a hotel just a little ways from Rehoboth beach.

What the hell are we doing at a hotel? I thought as my fingers tingled with anticipation of the feel of my boxer cutter.

“W-Why are we here?” I asked, giving him the side eye.

“See, I told your dumb ass.”

“Chill beautiful. I just wanted to take you to the beach but since it's getting late, I thought we would stay here for tonight and get an early start in the morning,” he said, placing his hand on my knee trying to calm me but actually doing the opposite. I was on high alert for any bullshit.

“I-I guess that makes sense. But you could have told me that before just deciding for me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time, pretty girl,” he said jokingly.

He parked the car and then turned to me in his seat before going inside.

“I’m going to get us a room for tonight. If you want, I can get you your own. Like I said, you don’t have to worry. You’re perfectly safe with me. Otherwise, Tyron would have never let you leave with me alone.”

“I don’t have anything to wear for tomorrow or a bathing suit,” I said, cheeks burning with nervousness.

“Let me worry about that, " he said, eyeing my body and then returning his gaze to my face.

“How old are you?” I asked, brows wrinkled.

“Twenty-nine and you are eighteen. We’re both grown,” he smirked, leaning in closer. “Does my age bother you?”

“No," I said, with my eyes in my lap, trying to sound confident. To my aunt I was grown, but I couldn’t help but think that if my parents were here, they would definitely not approve of me dating someone eleven years older than me.

Breaking me from my thoughts he lifted my chin with his rough hand and placed his soft lips on mine.

My mind and body relaxed, making me forget any worries I may have had about our age difference.

First let me say this was not my first kiss, but it was my first kiss from a man.

He parted my lips with his tongue, tentatively licking across mine making me taste the mint of his gum and the weed he had smoked earlier. My head was spinning.

“Good, then will you trust me?" he whispered against my lips.

“Yes,” I said, my pussy speaking for me. It was strange how my common sense flew right out the window when someone showed interest in me.

“Good, wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.” He said before leaving the car and going inside the hotel.

“Bitch you stupid for the dick already and he ain’t even gave you that shit.”

I rolled my eyes and went back to waiting, doing my best to block her out.

Ten minutes later he came back and opened my door to help me out.

He went to the trunk and pulled out a duffle bag, before grabbing my hand again to walk me inside.

I felt kind of self-conscious being seen with him.

Compared to him I looked out of place with a pair of cotton gray gym shorts, a green T-shirt and a pair of green Air Max.

While he gave off boss type energy, dressed down in some tan joggers, a blue T-shirt that looked and felt expensive and a pair of tan and blue Jordan 5s and at least a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of jewelry on.

He led me through the lobby to the elevators with his hand on the small of my back.

I noticed that every woman we passed couldn’t keep their eyes off him, but he never acknowledged them.

Causing a tingly feeling in my stomach. After a quick elevator ride we entered a beautiful suite with large floor to ceiling windows and breathtaking views of the Bay.

“Come in and get comfortable,” Taye said, ushering me further into the suite.

I walked in behind him with my anxiety through the roof. I couldn’t believe it. I was alone in a hotel room with my crush, and he was actually interested in spending the evening with me. I took in the room as he sat his bag on the table by the sofa.

“I’m about to take a shower, would you like a shirt to change into.” Taye asked.

I looked at him in shock. I know this nigga didn’t think I was about to shower with him.

He may have been my cousin’s brother, but he was ultimately a stranger to me.

I mean I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t experienced either, so the thought of taking a shower with him overwhelmed me.

I had been with my first boyfriend less than a year ago, but it was really only a handful of times, and it wasn’t anything to write home about.

Granted I didn’t have anything to compare it to, but from the stories I heard from girls in school and the books I read, women usually really enjoyed sex. Maybe it was just me that hadn’t.

“Stop looking like that,” he grinned. “There is a shower in the second bedroom to your right.”

I relaxed considerably. “Yeah. I’ll take a shirt please.

” I grabbed the shirt and extra toothbrush he passed me from his duffle bag and went towards the bedroom.

I felt his eyes on me as I walked and when I turned to look back.

He was watching my ass with his teeth sunk in his bottom lip.

Shit , I thought as I continued to walk in and closed the door.

I entered the bathroom and placed my things on the sink.

Catching my reflection in the mirror I gave myself a quick pep talk.

“ Get yourself together girl he’s being a gentleman he isn’t even pushing up on you. Calm your hot ass down, get it together and get back out there.”

I quickly undressed and opened the shower door, adjusting the water to my liking (hot as hell).

I made sure to tuck my box cutter in my bag before I wrapped my hair up into a bun on the top of my head, before stepping inside.

The water rained down soothing my muscles and caressing my skin, relieving me of some of the tension I felt.

I hadn’t done much that day, so I washed and rinsed quickly before getting out and drying off.

I was right about to grab the shirt off the sink when the bathroom door opened.

“Fuck.” Taye groaned as he watched me with lust in his brown eyes.

I hurriedly grabbed my towel, but it was too late. He had already seen everything.

“What are you doing in here?” I shrieked.

“I thought you might like some real lotion instead of this watery shit the hotel has.” He said, never taking his eyes off me.

I reached out and grabbed the cocoa butter from him, almost snatching it out of his hand, but he didn’t leave.

“Thanks, can you close the door behind you please?” I stammered.

“Yeah, I’m going to go pick a movie. Any suggestions?” He said, eyes still on me like he could see through my towel.

“Something scary,” I said, hoping he would leave now.

“Aight,” he smiled and finally walked out.

Shit, that was intense. I wasn’t insecure about my body, but I wasn’t used to anyone seeing me naked.

I dropped the towel and lathered my body with his cocoa butter lotion and pulled the shirt on that he had given me.

It barely came down to cover my ass but it was all I had so I would have to make do.

I placed all my dirty clothing neatly in one of the laundry bags from the closet and sat it on the chair in this room and left to find Taye.

He was sitting on the couch in nothing but some black boxer briefs and white socks.

He looked up when he saw me and gestured for me to come sit with him on the couch.

Nervously I sat at the end of the sofa pulling the shirt down again to cover my bare ass, turning toward the huge tv on the wall.

He had picked Insidious 3 on Netflix. Good, I had been meaning to watch this.

While I was in my head, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him, tucking me closer, making our bodies press together under his arm.

I tensed a little, but he must not have noticed.

I wasn’t used to people touching me, but I didn’t want to seem weird so again I went with it.

“That’s better,” he said. “I ordered pizza and wings if that’s cool. I noticed you didn’t eat much at the BBQ.”