Page 10 of Pulse of True Soulmates

There was silence for a moment. “Why do you sound like that, Aeon? What’s wrong?

Why does his ass have to be so damn observant? “ There’s nothing wrong with me. What’s up?”

He didn’t immediately answer. “I was calling to let you know that I want to take you out Saturday. There’s a concert in town that I want to take you to.”

My ears perked. I loved concerts but rarely went. “Oh, okay. What concert? There’s only one concert in town this weekend and that’s Mrs. Carter.”

“Well, I guess that’s where we’re going, Aeon. I’m going to pick you up around three o’clock. I want to have an early dinner, then chill a little before the concert. Cool?”

“Yeah, that’s cool. I can’t wait.” The way I felt didn’t allow me to be overly excited like I would have been on any regular day. I loved Mrs. Carter, and he knew that. The fact that I didn’t jump up and down was a big red flag.

“Cool. You sure you’re alright?” Concern seeped through his tone.

As if he could see me, I told him that I was fine. We spoke for a few more minutes before I found a reason to rush him off the phone. The longer we were on the phone, the harder it was to wear the mask.

The movie that I was watching ended. I rubbed Midnite’s back to wake him. “It’s time for your show, baby.” I turned his favorite movie on, and his ass pepped right up.

While he watched his movie, I decided to take a little nap.

I glanced around my living room at the laundry that covered the other side of my large couch that I was supposed to fold.

There was carpet powder all over the floor that I started to vacuum up but couldn’t finish.

I was loading the dishwasher when Midnite alerted me that I needed to chill out.

A tear fell from my eye that I smacked away.

These were the things that frustrated me about my condition.

I just wanted to clean my fucking house.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep when Midnite’s bark woke me from my sleep. There was someone at my door knocking loudly. I stretched before I grabbed my phone to look at my camera app. What the hell is he doing here? I pressed the talk button. “Deck, what are you doing here?”

I watched his face scrunch. “Aeon, don’t play with me. Open this door.”

The frown on his face told me to heed his unspoken warning. I climbed off the couch, told Midnite who was at the door that it was alright, then I opened the door. “What are you doing here?”

He walked past me into my house before he answered. He looked around then faced me. “Your ass didn’t sound right, so I came to put eyes on you. What you got going on?”

I stood there stuck in a daze with the door still open. My daze ended when he asked me if I planned to close the door. “Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m just surprised to see you here at my house. Um, I don’t have much going on.”

He pulled his arm up and looked at his wristwatch. “You not working today? It’s one in the afternoon.”

Curse me for telling him my work schedule. When I told him, it was during a casual conversation. This man paid attention to everything. “No, I took the day off to cle-clean my house.”

My nerves were revved up under his stare.

Why is he looking at me like that? I walked past him into the kitchen to finish the dishes.

I felt his eyes on me, but I ignored him.

As I moved around the kitchen, I inconspicuously peeked at Deck who hadn’t moved from where he stood.

After a few minutes, Midnite jumped up to indicate that my heart rate was too high. Not right now, please.

I tried to ignore him, but he kept jumping. “Aeon, you better sit your ass down somewhere. I know you see and feel Midnite on your ass.” Deck’s tone was hard.

I took a deep breath before I walked over to the couch. Midnite went into what she was supposed to do. Within minutes, I had medicine and a bottle of water. “What, Deck?” He just stood there like a damn statue.

All he did was shake his head then walked to my kitchen.

What is he doing? I watched this man finish the dishes that I started.

He’d ask me where to put things and where certain cleaning supplies were.

He pulled out my mop and mopped my hardwood kitchen and dining room floors.

Next, he finished vacuuming my floor. It wasn’t until he sat on the couch and started to fold my laundry that the tears fell.

When he glanced at me, he did a double take. He set the shirt that he was folding down, then slid next to me. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

“No one’s ever done anything like this for me outside of my dad and Fatima.

I was with my ex for years, and he never helped me with anything like this.

If I didn’t feel good, he’d just be like I hope you feel better soon.

He wouldn’t even come over to see about me.

” It was crazy that the simple act of Deck helping me around the house made me feel stupid for how long I was with Troy’s stupid ass.

Deck didn’t say anything at first. He placed his hand on my bare thigh and squeezed it, which caused me to look at him.

“It’s because you ain’t never experience a real nigga.

” My eyes bulged when his lips pressed against mine.

It was quick but impactful. He pulled away, smiled, then said, “You fuckin with a real one now.”

He slid back over and restarted folding my laundry. The only sound that could be heard was the television that was still on a show that Midnite watched. Declan kissed me. When he finished folding the laundry, I showed him where everything went.

“Alright, how you feeling?” he asked me once he had put away my clean laundry in my bedroom. After I told him that I felt better, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He tapped the screen for a second before his attention came back to me. “I have a tat appointment in an hour.”

“Oh, okay. I didn’t mean to hold you up. I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized.

His lip turned up. “Be quiet, Aeon. Get dressed and get Midnite ready. Y’all coming to chill with me in the shop.” I tried to tell him no, but his words over his shoulder shut me up. “Get the fuck ready while I chill wit’ my boy out here.”

What ‘I’m going to fuck him’ sorcery is this!

I got ready in record time. It took about thirty minutes to get to his shop from my house.

When we walked in, he gave me my third shock of the day by holding my hand as we walked through the lounge.

I saw the stares from the waitresses and some of the patrons.

I paused when I saw the massive staircase.

“Calm down. We have an elevator,” Deck assured me.

He walked over to the bar first to tell one of the waitresses that stood there to come upstairs to get my order.

After he grabbed a menu with his free hand, we walked to the elevator and got on when the doors opened.

I felt like a schoolgirl as I tried to glance at him secretively.

He grabbed my chin, turned my face to him, and gave me another kiss. This one was more sensual.

I’m going to fuck him real bad. Like real bad! When we stepped off the elevator after the doors opened, I glanced down at my baby. Like he always did in a new place, he assessed our surroundings. He wanted to identify the safe places for me.

“Declan, what’s up, man?” some dude called out. He paused the tattoo that he was in the middle of, took one of his gloves off, then dapped Deck when he was close.

“It ain’t shit.” He still held my hand. “Julian, this is my baby, Aeon. Aeon, this is my best friend, Julian.”

Julian looked just as surprised as I did to his reference to me as his baby. I like it. My blushing smile told on me. “Hi, Julian. It’s nice to meet you,”

He smiled. “It’s real nice to meet you too, sis. My wife is coming here in a bit with our son. I’ll make sure I introduce you.”

After our greetings, Deck told me to hold on, then went into a room.

He came out of the room, pushing a recliner.

After he put it where he wanted it, he told me to sit down and get comfortable.

I did just that. For the rest of the evening, I ate, read on my e-reader, met Julian’s wife, texted Fatima, and just chilled.

A day that started out horribly, Deck was able to turn into one of my greatest days.

NIGHTCAP . . .

Our date was the shit! When Deck arrived at my house, he asked me if there was anywhere in particular that I wanted to eat or it was whatever.

I surprised him when I told him that I wanted to go back to his lounge.

They had this salad that had lamb on top with this house dressing that was addictive.

I tried to leave Midnite home, but he, Deck, and Fatima weren’t having it.

Fatima came over to style me and do my hair and makeup like I was incapable of doing it myself.

She saw me off like an overbearing mother.

I swore her to secrecy that she wouldn’t tell my father. His ass would have been there too.

The buzz was real in the lounge, and I couldn’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.

If I could read minds, I would take a gamble that the two waitresses that were huddled, attempting to watch us on the low, wanted to know who the hell I was.

The young lady patron that boldly came to our table to speak to Deck and continued to look down at Midnite wanted to know what was wrong with me.

There was no need to wonder if Deck ever messed with her because he told me freely that they’d fucked in the past. I thought it’d bother me that he told me, but I appreciated it.

I also appreciated that he made it clear that I was his girlfriend. He wouldn’t get any objection from me.

After dinner, we chilled at an ice cream shop. I love ice cream. When it was time for the concert, I couldn’t hold my excitement. Since I had Midnite, we used a different entrance than the other concert goers. These types of environments could be chaotic for Midnite, but her training kicked in.

When I inquired where our seats were, Deck told me to be patient.

I was worried because I knew the area was not as handicap accessible as most places.

When we took the elevator up, I assumed we were about to sit with Jesus, but I didn’t care because I was about to see Mrs. Carter herself.

It didn’t matter if she looked like a thumbnail picture.

Well, we weren’t sitting with Jesus today.

We were sitting in a box! When I saw Fatima, Julian, his wife Jesika, who I now knew as Deck’s cousin, Derrick, his wife Iesha, Derrick’s half-brother, Tiberius, and his wife Leydi, I almost lost my mind.

The concert was amazing! Fatima, Jesika, Iesha, Leydi, and I made plans for brunch tomorrow.

Now we need to get Fatima a man because I got one.

Deck’s keen eye to detail allowed him to plan a date that was centered around my likes to ensure that I had an outstanding time.

That was the reason that we were in his shower, and I was trying to suck his prostate gland through his urethra.

“Fuck, Aeon!” Deck’s back was pressed against the shower wall. His hip thrusted forward, pushing him further down my throat. I let out a little gag. “Nah, don’t gag now. You came in here with your hot ass talking about you wanted to suck some dick. Suck some dick, Aeon.”

My body shook at the feeling of an orgasm I didn’t expect to have. Note to self, I like shit talking. He was right. The minute we walked into his house, I boldly told him that I wanted to suck and fuck him.

Midnite found comfort on his couch after I put on his favorite movie.

Thank God he isn’t opposed to him getting on his couch.

My baby was bougie and refused to lay on the bare floor.

When Deck took us to his shop, Midnite sat in front of me and looked at me like bitch, I know you don’t expect me to lay on this floor.

I rolled my eyes then laid the recliner back.

He climbed his happy ass right in my lap.

When I told Deck that my baby wouldn’t lie on the floor, he called him an uppity nigga, then ordered him a pillow from a pet store via a delivery app.

“I’m about to cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Deck’s nut shot into my mouth, and I happily chugged it down.

I made sure he was drained before I stood up.

His head was tilted backward on the wall as his chest rose and fell.

As my arms wrapped around his waist, I was impressed that his dick was still hard.

When he finally got himself together, he brought his eyes to me.

There was a look of trouble in his eyes.

Fortunately, it seemed like the trouble that would leave my body with tremors.