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𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤
November had hit while he was recovering from his surgery in the hospital in California. By the time he was transported back to Louisiana, it was the third of November. Brandi was kind enough to drive him from the airport back to his mansion in New Orleans. On crutches, Angelo hobbled into a home that had the aroma of fresh linen and lavender. His housekeepers were still making sure the place was tidy and smelling pleasant. He didn't particularly care for the fragrance they chose. Finding it to be too feminine, his bachelor pad smelled like a woman.
Putting it to the back of his mind, he headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Do you want your leg propped up?" Brandi inquired, comfortable pillow in hand. "Yes, thank you" He smiled softly at her, watching as she handled his injured leg with great care. Gelo was witnessing a different side of the rebellious woman. A more nurturing side that was soft. He liked it.
"I have your meds too. I picked them up from the pharmacy" She pulled them out of her pocket. "They said both are for pain and you should take one twice a day. The other should be taken only onc-"
"I don't want them" Angelo cut her off, shaking his head. "Throw them away. I don't need them" She screwed her face up. "Uh...You do know this is the good shit right? These meds go for a lot of money on the street-"
"I know what they are, Brandi" He shot back at her, blatantly annoyed. She wasn't aware of his addictive personality. He joked about knowing that he would die from an overdose, simply because once he found something arousing, Gelo would overindulge in it. "I don't want them. I'll take extra strength Tylenol or some shit" Shrugging, she pocketed the drugs. "You know they say Tylenol is addict-"
"Oh my God. Fuck!" He tossed his head back into the sofa, glaring up at the ceiling with his chest puffed out. Angelo couldn't catch a break. He was trying his hardest to change his fate without having to marry a girl. There were little signs that always conveyed that he would still suffer the same fate later in life if he didn't do what Amir wanted him to do. "I'm just going to drink water. Fuck it. I'll deal with the pain"
"Or..." Brandi crawled onto the couch next to him, placing her face in his neck. She placed an array of soft feathery kisses from his neck to his ear. One of Angelo's weak spots. Her tongue flicked over the fatty part of it and nearly made him shudder. "You can let me take your mind off the pain" Her hand crept onto his bulge, exciting him instantly. He began to rock up inside of the gray sweats. She pulled his drawstring loose. "You know I can take care of you"
"I know you can, baby" He mumbled breathlessly, heart racing in anticipation. His life had been full of turmoil lately. Angelo needed to relax and enjoy life instead of stressing every single day. Pulling his hardened member out of its restraints, her mouth salivated at the mere sight of him solid and tall. Brandi eased her mouth down on him, making him groan out. Her mouth was so warm and wet. He could feel her spit draining down the base already.
