Page 99 of Taming a Menace

“I guess I’m ready when you are. I’ll probably drive my car so I can go home from there.”

“You are home,” I reminded her.

“I’m at your home. I was referring to my own.”

“What’s the difference?”

She shrugged. “I’m a visitor here.”

“I asked which one you preferred.”

“I recall.”

“You never answered though. I don’t have a preference. I just want to be with you.”

Iyla sighed before responding to what I’d said. “Keywan, should I take you serious?”

“Hell yes! What kind of question is that?”

“And you wouldn’t mind moving into a house that I already have? Some men have a problem with that.”

“As long as you’re there, I don’t care. I told you that. Just let me know what the mortgage is so I can start paying it.”

“I don’t need you to do that.” She shook her head.

“I know you don’t need me to, but I wasn’t asking for permission. I need to know what kind of bills I’m going to have,” I explained.

“We can talk about that later,” she said.

I reached over and grabbed her, pulling her into my lap. I kissed her shoulder that was partially exposed due to the tank top sleeves on the dress she wore. Iyla needed to understand how serious I was.

“There’s nothing to talk about aside from how much the mortgage is and when you want daddy to come home. I knew you were my wife the first time that sweet pussy gushed all over me. I knew my wife was a gusher.”

“Shut up!” She cackled, making me smile. “I do love spending time with you. I feel like things are moving so fast.”

“You can’t put limits on love. I’m crazy about you, Iyla, and I know you’re crazy about me.”

“How do you know that?” she asked, turning slightly to try to look at me.

“Because you’re here.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means everything. You don’t have to be here, but you are. You’re taking all kinds of risks just to be with me. I know how you feel about me. I feel the same way. Tell daddy you love him.”

She bit back a smile, but it was obvious that she was blushing.

“You’re all right,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not what I asked you.”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” she countered.

“Do you love me, Iyla? Because I damn sure love your ass. You can be honest with me. I can handle the truth. I just want to know.”

“Shut up, Mr. Glover. Yes, I love you, baby.”

A million tiny explosions went off in my chest. My lungs felt so tight that I could barely breathe. That didn’t stop me from kissing her. I held Iyla’s face and repositioned our bodies until I was laying her on her back.