Page 14 of Vaughn & Cori (D-Ville Projects #7)
Vaughn
Stalking my woman from outside of the club has to be the weakest shit I’ve done in a while.
But that’s become typical shit these last few months.
Since I met Cori, she’s had me feeling and doing things I haven’t done in a while.
When I peeped all the photos on display in the spot next to my job site, my first thought was to call her.
That’s until I saw her ass was already there.
She was with Sheena enjoying herself, not even realizing the nigga they were with was trying to push up on the both of them.
She was laughing the shit off, but I peeped game as soon as I saw his ass.
So I stood outside on standby, watching, and waiting for the nigga to touch her wrong.
When the shit finally happened, it was hard for me not to start rearranging the cartilage in that nigga’s knees.
“Where are you going?” Cori asks as I pass her house without a word and head straight to the only other spot in Brunswick Meadows I have access to.
There may not be shit in it, but we can go there to talk this out.
I know Cori. If we go to her spot, she’ll try to avoid talking like she always does by either changing the subject or providing pussy to drown out serious conversations, which is crazy because she’s the reporter, not me.
“You’ll see when we get there,” I say, driving through the streets of Diamond Falls fast as hell, not stopping until we’re pulling up to the house that’s sat vacant for the last five years.
It should be renovated by now, but after Toya’s diagnosis, her treatments ate up the money for that real quick, and when she passed, I lost the motivation to finish it.
Once we’re inside, I show Cori to one of the few finished rooms in the house. There’s a fully functioning bathroom with some toiletries, a table, two chairs, and a small bed in the corner of the room that I use whenever I’m here late fixing shit or just need to get away.
“Why are we here?” she asks, looking around the room, unimpressed with my simple set up.
“To talk.” My answer has her balling her face into a scowl. Because talking is probably the last thing she wants to do right now. I start off with a simple enough question, hoping she answers truthfully. “What’s that look for?”
“Nothing, Vaughn,” she lies, just like she did this morning when I pretty much asked her the same shit.
“You sure? Because if that’s true, you should fix your face and laugh the shit off like you were doing for ol’ dude at the party.
” Her head jerks back and she narrows her eyes at me like I’m the one tripping.
I didn’t even want to bring the nigga up, but while we’re talking, it needs to be said.
“How do you think I felt watching that nigga push up on you three, four times before you finally decided to do something about it?”
“The same way I felt when your brother-in-law approached me in the park saying you’ll replace my ass.”
Cori’s words are so quick and out of the blue it takes a moment for me to make sure I heard her right. Then a few more seconds for me to sit my ass down before I count backwards from ten to throttle my anger.
As she gives me a rundown of what happened in the park, I’m ready to cut our conversation short to go find Petey.
The only thing stopping me from doing just that is the look on her face right now.
Petey may have been the one to plant that crazy idea in Cori’s head, but she’s the one who got behind the wheel of the motherfucker and let it ride all through her happiness.
She let him get in her head while purposely keeping me out.
So before I see about Petey, I gotta see about my woman and get us straight before anything else jumps off.
“Come here, Cori,” I say, breaking my own damn rules when she walks over to me and I pull her onto my lap. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” I request rather than ask, as she straddles me on the chair. We sit face to face and I’m relieved as a motherfucker when she finally starts talking.
I give her my full attention as I hear her out and it’s baffling to me how a woman like Cori would feel not good enough.
She should know how far I’ll go for her.
The fact that she doesn’t has me feeling some type of way.
When she’s said her piece, I break another of my own rules and kiss her lips before I say mine.
“You see all this?” I ask, motioning around the room ,everywhere in the house, and beyond it.
“Toya’s gone, Cori. I lost everything trying to save her and I’ll do it all again for you…
lose my money, my mind, and my fucking life if I have to.
” Her eyes well up and she looks away before I put my hand on her chin to gently guide her gaze back to mine.
“You get what I’m saying, Cori? I love you and there ain’t no replacing that. ”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Cori falls into my arms without being pushed and I devour her soft ass lips as she takes my tongue into her mouth.
Licking, sucking, and biting my shit because she knows that’s what I like.
When she sucks on my neck then comes back in for a kiss, the salty taste on her tongue is a gentle reminder of the long day I had and I curse internally, pull away, and rest my forehead on hers, wondering why I ever thought it was a good idea to come here.
Then I scoop her ass up and head to the shower.
Having a working bathroom was a must when I started renovating the house, so this was the first room I finished.
A custom bathroom complete with slate tiling, a quartz vanity top, and walk-in shower.
There may not be much in here, but today, the soap, water, and rags are enough.
When I set her down on her feet, Cori strips, and I do the same before we step into the shower together.
“Damn, you’re so beautiful,” I murmur, admiring her body as I lather her up and spend too much time on her breasts, pussy, and ass in that order.
While she lathers me up too, stroking my shit so firmly and steady, I impulsively pull us both into the spray of water before she drops to her knees and takes me into her mouth.
“Fuuuuuck,” I call out because I’m not prepared for her mouth or the way she plays with her pussy, bobbing her head and stroking her clit in time with my light thrusts.
When the all too familiar tingling sensation hits my spine, I pull away abruptly to catch my breath as Cori looks up at me.
“Stand up, CC?” I say before picking her up, hooking her legs over my arms and sliding into her. Outside of the water, she’s wet as hell, drowning my shit. And I’m loving every minute of it.
“I love you, Vaughn,” Cori hisses out like she’s reading my mind and I can’t help but press the issue as I throttle my pace.
“You do?” She nods as I study her face, barely able to do much else. “I love you too.” My words make her moan and I swallow them shits, kissing her lips as she shudders around my dick and cums all over my shit. “I’m cumming too, baby,” I say before releasing inside of her.
I wake up sore as hell and smiling when I think about the shower last night. Immediately, I frown when I think of Petey. I take Cori home, drive to DP, and head straight to his spot. Just like the last time I was here, Kayla opens the door, this time fully clothed.
“Petey here?” I ask and she shakes her head, looking suspect as hell when her eyes scan the area behind me. She doesn’t say a word or move to let me in, so I linger for a moment, casually looking over her shoulder into the apartment before she slams the door in my face.
“Motherfucker,” I mumble to myself then take the stairs down as I track Jay’s phone, wondering if he’s still home. When it pops up at Fadez, that’s exactly where I head.
“Welcome to Fadez…” Niecy greets me, standing in the front, and I give her an upward nod before I head over to Jay, who has a fresh fade, sitting off to the side, shooting the shit. He’s saying something about where he wants his DP brand to be until he sees me and shuts his ass right on up.
“What’s up, Pop? he asks, nervous as hell, thinking I’m about to get in his ass.
“What’s good, Jay? Have you seen Petey?” I say, knowing he’ll take the first part of my response as a warning of our pending conversation for later and consider the second part before he answers.
“Nah, not for a few weeks,” he says.
“Okay. If you see him, don’t tell him I’m looking for him. Just hit me up.” Jay gives me a concerned look but nods in understanding as I dap him up then pull him in for a hug, whispering in his ear. “Love you, son.”
He murmurs the words back before I turn to leave while someone else in the shop yells at my back.
“When you see that nigga Petey, tell him to come see me too.”