Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

My mansion feels too fucking big. I don't like being there when shit starts to remind me of Vanna. Where we fucked or she cooked me cereal. When we cuddled on my couch both working off our phones.

I'm sick of this mental shit!

Almost a month of this heavy bullshit!

With all this stress, I've been putting in some major dedication to my career. Mike's sold some lyrics that have already put him on the singles charts. I got Caleb and his future tour dates. Depending on his new single, that's supposed to hit the airways next week. He's gotten attention with multiple chart hits, thanks to some "leaked" songs. We're planning to release his own album next month.

The big wigs are already working on him being the new star!

The next BIG HIT!

Yesenia's invited me to dinner every week. We'll, on the days I'm not traveling, which has been an excuse. I'm just not open to being home too long. She's worried. They both are, but I'm managing, and that's my only goal.

They know I don't want to hear any shit about Vanna. The only thing I did ask was if she took the position. It wasn't hard to find out when Yesenia's been heavy on a portfolio of pieces. She decided to step up when they offered her a substantial amount of money plus a private VIP collection.

Anyone who's anyone wants to see her show! Tickets have already been sold out and booked up!

I'm talking major news!

Vanna took the leave and left abruptly to Paris. I guess the decision was just too damn easy for her.

It really fucking sucks.

The intruder shows up on my doorstep. I open the app to a large eyeball that covers the lense. Before I could open the door, Mike's mooning my camera. His white ass was brighter than my porch light, and it's not even evening yet!

"You know I could sell your ass?"

"It's not like we didn't sell my dick pics."

"Ahhh...the days we needed tour money!"

He laughs.

He fixes his jeans as he shrugs.

I step back as he grabs around my neck, hanging on me. Like a brother, he rips my shoulder into a headlock. Pulling me into my kitchen before letting me go to grab two beers.

"You know, Yesenia's worried." He says as he slaps his half of a bottle onto the marble counter.

Someone's thirsty!

"You need to work on your game plan better, Asshole. Maybe be more gentle with my tears" I smirked.

Mike looks at me, a hint of sadness, "Anyway Dick, her big show is coming up. Yesenia will understand if you don't want to go?"

The indecisive question hangs.

He sighs, "You were there for me, Asshole, so I need you to know I'm here."

"Awwww...we going to hug nuts to butts now."

"So you need warm and salty."

I practically spit out my beer...

"Yesenia must really think your kinky as fuck."

"I bust your balls, Asshole."

"Shit, I'd give you a facial if you only asked." I say.

"Fuck CPR!" He throws back. We both clink our glass beers together. A sadness coats my chest, and I push the emotion away.

"Well, tell Yesenia, I will play the bigger person. Expect me at her big show! I won't get a good-sized boner for no one else, but her sex stones."

Before Mike could reply, his phone rang. By his tone, it's Yesenia, and he's doing damage control. She stressed to the max with ideas and some shipment paperwork issues.

I nod my head with understanding, telling him to leave. He knuckles me as he quickly heads out. My front door doesn't slam, but my phone app rings his departure, so I get up to shut it.

I turn my head, taking in the most beautiful blue eyes. Her winged eyeliner was so thick, just like the very black dress I first met her in.

My heart purrs.

"Phillip."