“Not when a woman looks ready to suck his dick. You need to walk away before I take the very same pen behind your ear and stab you in the eye with it.” The woman’s face pales.
“Excuse me?”
“Bitch, you heard me. Run along.”
Lauren shoots her a condescending glare, then turns on the ball of her heels and leaves. “Jesus, you’re a chick magnet. I mean I knew you were, because when I first saw you, I thought you were hot. Women are always staring at us when we go out, but I haven’t thought much about it until now. They can look, but they can’t touch and it goes for you too. You can look at other women, but Devious if you cheat on me, I’ll cu—”
I yank her by the hair and kiss her. Then pulling away. “You make my dick hard how you go violent for me. You’re overprotective over me. I love it.”
“I didn’t know I was the jealous type. I never been jealous of another woman for flirting with my man. When Atrocious slept with different women I didn’t care. I was so glad he did because it meant he would keep his hands off me. I remember when I flew out to see him, I caught him in bed with another stripper. I didn’t care though. I sat on the couch and told him finish up with what’s he doing so we can pick out a stupid color for the wedding. But I didn’t care about him—”
“Why are you nervous?” I remove a strain of hair from her face.
“I’m not nervous.”
“Yes you are, you babble when you’re nervous.”
“I don’t know.” She twirls her hair around her finger.
“I have a surprise for you after we leave here.”
She nods. “What is it? I don’t like surprises. The last time you had a surprise for me, it was my friend Tommy.”
“I still don’t feel bad for killing him, Roselyn. So, don’t guilt trip me.”
“It was worth a try,” she says, shrugging. “You have no heart, do you?”
“Yes, I do, but it only beats for you.”
After the art gallery, we pick up Chinese food from the cheap restaurant Roselyn loves. Then we head home. I text Marla asking if she picked up all of Roselyn’s gifts and she responds with yes and she left them in my bedroom. Once we’re inside, she heads to the living room, props her feet on the entertainment table and I set the bag of food down. I can smell the grease reeking from the bag. Why does she like to eat his unhealthy shit? When we have a chef, who will cook her anything she wants.
“Where is my surprise?” she asks, folding her arm across her chest. “I swear if it’s some stupid shit like a leash, I’m going to beat your ass and say fuck the consequences.”
Her mouth has been a lot pottier lately. “You keep up the attitude, then I’ll take you over my knee.”
“You would love it.”
“Of course. Eat your food.”
She opens the greasy box of beef and pepper steak and I sit next to her, watching her eat. Anxiousness builds inside my stomach. She takes a bite of her egg roll and I get up from the black couch and head to our bedroom. Picking up the clear, pink, bag, I hope I’m making the right choice because if she betrays me then I don’t know what I’m going to do. I know I won’t kill her because I already care deeply for her. When I come back to the living room, she glances at the bag and does a double take. She drops the egg roll.
“Is it what I think it is?” her eyes widen, and she smiles.
“Take the bag.” I sit on the couch next to her and she rests her plate of food on the table, then claps her hand together. I hand her the bag and she tears it open. She takes out the white boxes of iPad, Mac laptop, and iPhone. She wraps her arm around my neck, . kissing me all over the face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”
“You have a new number, and all your stuff has been programmed. I even got you an art program on your iPad so you can draw. We need to talk,” I tell her. She sets the stuff down and I grab her hand. “I want you to be with me.”
“We’re already together.” She tilts her head to the side.
“I don’t want to control you. I want you as my equal. I want you to be with me because you want to and not because I’m forcing you to. I want all of you, Roselyn. I want us to behave like wife and husband. I don’t want you as my pet.”
“I have a question, Devious.” She strokes my cheek and I lean into her soft fingers.
“Do you forgive me for trying to kill you?” She searches my face for an answer.
“Yes,” I don’t hesitate, because I completely trust her.
She kisses me again with tears in her eyes.
“Do you forgive me for killing your friend and treating you like shit?”
“I’m still working on forgiven you, I haven’t got there, yet” She jumps on my lap, whispers in my ear. “I’m off my period.”
“It doesn’t matter. I would have fucked you on it. The only reason I didn’t before is because you didn’t want to.”
“You’re gross.”
“Lie down on the couch and spread your legs,” I tell her. She does what I say, and I lift her dress up, exposing her bare pussy.
“What have I told you about not wearing any panties?”
“Marla says if I don’t wear any panties it won’t show my panty lines.”
“I don’t give a fuck what Marla says,” I shoot back, sliding a finger inside her warm wet pussy. She moans and her cheeks turn red. “This is my pussy, not hers. If you bend over and a man sees your ass, I’m going to be pissed off. No one gets
