“She’s with me. She was shaken up last night, so she came to my place.” This isn’t a lie that I tell.
Eva was in shock from the moment she stepped out of that bathroom. It was written all over her beautiful face. Whether it was because of the situation or because I had come for her, is something King doesn’t need to know right now.
King sighs into the phone, but his next words cause my brows to draw and my chest to tighten. “I need another favor. She can go to the apartment to pack a few things, but I need you to keep her with you until I can smooth some shit over,” King says sounding so unlike my brother.
He sounds frustrated, unfocused, and almost desperate. This time I do pull my body from beneath Eva’s and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I stand and pad my way into the bathroom. My chest is tight with the need to go to war for my woman’s safety.
“What’s going on?” I growl into the phone. “Some motherfucker have a death wish?”
King releases another breath. I can see him shaking his head in my own mind. “No brother, this shit is on me. I don’t want to involve Eva in my shit. I just need some time. I know this is asking a lot, I need a few weeks. I don’t need to complicate this any further. Trust me, when I wrap my head around this shit, we’re going to need to have a few beers together,” King says.
The turmoil in his voice is clear. I think better of adding to his stress by telling him about me and Eva right at this moment. It can wait, for now. Something tells me King has tipped the scales on something that has been long coming. If it’s what I think it is, this could work in my favor.
“You know I have your back, brother,” I say. “She’s good with me. I’ll take her to the apartment before I head into the office. I’ll just have to move some things around.”
“Thanks, brother,” King says sounding relieved. I feel like shit. He’s asking this of me, thinking he can trust me. “Make sure she gets her ass up for her interview and gets there on time. I don’t want her thinking things are being handed to her. I spoil her and Sal enough. The women in my life drive me fucking insane. Listen, I gotta go.”
Eva
I feel the absence of his warmth instantly. I crack a lid open to see Owen’s perfect ass walking into the bathroom before he disappears behind the door. I groggily notice his phone in his hand. As my brain clears and his muffled voice in the other room start to reach me, I become self-conscious and wonder if it’s his girlfriend on the other line.
I have seen the women Brick dates. They are the total opposite of me. Tall, thin, once or twice, I have seen him with a Latina woman, but calling her curvy next to me is an understatement of the century. For the most part, he dates classic Barbies.
I huff in frustration with myself. I was so caught up last night. I should have never let this happen.
I’ve just wanted him for so long. If I really tell the truth, I don’t regret it. Not even as my body screams sorely at me.
Owen is insatiable. He reached for me countless times last night, bringing me to the point of blackout with pleasure I never knew was possible. My chest tightens with jealousy as I think of any other woman knowing the pleasure he gave my body.
I mentally prepare myself for the walk of shame I’m about to do. I lift up from his bed and collect my clothes. I put on my bra, remembering my destroyed panties with a shake of my head, before stepping into my dress and sneakers. I look around for my purse and remember it’s still with Brick’s bike.
I need my phone to call a cab. I look at the bedside table and curse when I see the time. I have to get home and get ready for my interview. I move to leave out of his bedroom when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and the room turns frosty cold.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Brick demands from behind me.
I turn on my heels slowly and crane my head back as he moves across the room to close the space between us. Even without shoes, he looms over me with his imposing height.
Instinctively, I place my hand on his chest when he’s right in front of me. The pissed expression on his face softens a bit as he places his hands on my hips, pulling me into his warm body and hard erection. My own desire pools between my legs and I’m shocked my body can still react after all the times he has taken me already.
“I need to get home and I didn’t want to be in your way. I just thought I’d call a cab,” I murmur.
Owen snorts, he cups the side of my face before leaning down and capturing my lips in a passionate kiss that buckles my knees. I wrap my arms around his neck, forgetting the fact I haven’t freshened up and have morning breath. He doesn’t seem to care.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he commands. “Get your pretty ass back on the bed. Once I shower and dress, I’m taking you to your place to get some things and then I’ll drop you at your interview.”
“How do you know about my interview?” I ask, drawing down my brows.
“You’ll be surprised by what I know about you, sugar,” he says with a wicked grin. He releases me and turns back for the bathroom. “You’ll need to pack enough for a few days, maybe
