A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

xxv. firecracker

tahiri

PART THREE — WEDDING

Asaad came over to me. I stared him down, furious. "You, motherfucker." I cursed him, the others didn't hear me.

"I've never fucked a mother." Asaad said. "You sure that was me?" He bantered, brow in the air. I flicked his chest. "You didn't call. You didn't text. You didn't email. You didn't contact me at all about the child, about the wedding. You do know I'm still alive?"

"Yes, I do know, and that's on me, I've been hustling, sis, now come here." Asaad hauled me into his arms and embraced me. "You missed me, huh?"

"I did." I mumbled. "You're still a firecracker too." He said, crushing me with intent.

"You're a fire breather." I said. He smiled, I held him.

It's been a while.

I was introduced to his fiancé, Eira Salcedo, a beautiful brown woman, she was half-arabic, half-latin. He did well.

I was on Asaad's left at the table. "It sucks mom couldn't come." He told me. "I would've loved having her here."

"You should've held the service in Miami."

"I didn't think about that."

"You didn't think about me either." I added. "You don't have to rub it in."

"I will." I continued. "You should feel bad."

"You're still as cruel as ever." Asaad said.

"You deserve it for leaving me out."

Asaad scoffed.

"But, we're cool, little one. I'm here now." I drank rosé wine. "And also." I continued.

"Yeah?" Asaad asked. "You'll be a wonderful dad, much better than ours was." I said, looking at Martin.

Asaad nodded, he liked hearing that.

The meal was fantastic, we all sat and chatted for three hours, it was irie.

The wedding was tomorrow.

Martin, Storm, and I returned to the hotel. I left them outside and went to the elevator.

The elevator ceased at the seventeenth floor, our room was on the twentieth. A man and his child walked on.

I heard a voice cackling in the corridor, wait a damn minute. I halted the doors, looked out, and saw the stud with a woman.

Ooh, now isn't that riveting.

I leaned back and let the doors shut.

I have no comment.

I went into the room, made tea, and turned the television on. A few minutes later, the door unlocked, and she walked in. "You're back." I was told.

"I am." I stated, drinking tea.

"How was brunch, mamas?"

"It was fabulous." I answered. "How was the water venture?"

"Good."

"You had fun?"

"I did."

"...with that woman?" I asked, looking at her. "You saw us?" Her brows curled. "How?"

"I was in the elevator... it ceased on the seventeenth floor." I answered. "Oh, wow. I met her at the venture, she's cool, she wanted me to walk with her."

"You escort other women to their rooms now?" I asked, confused. "You and I haven't even had our second date."

"It's not like that, I was being civil."

I hushed.

"And I didn't know I wasn't allowed to. You should be more vocal with shit like that."

"I'm not a controlling woman." I said. "You shouldn't even act like this at all then, we aren't an item."

"But, we like each other, don't we?" I asked, "shouldn't there be a level between what can and cannot be done?"

I like her, I said it. I'm into her slim ass.

"You're correct, ok?"

I exhaled.

"So, does this mean we can be labeled as more than friends now?" Logan asked. "Yes, but we're not... official, I don't want to rush this, we'll just... further our talking stage until then." I said.

"I'm cool with that," she said. "You live and learn." I nodded. "Let's have our second date later," she added.

"Our second date is Deluxé." I insisted. "No, that's date number three now, this one's final. I'm booking a reservation, there's a restaurant I want to visit." I scoffed. "You're the controlling one."

"I can be, mamas... in bed." Her orbs observed me and she licked her lips.

Huh, I felt a twitch down there... I do like a dominant woman... mm, she can eat me alive.

It was dark out, she and I dressed for our date. I took pictures in the mirror, and she was close as hell, holding and caressing me.

It's like her brain switched the moment I conceded to being more than friends.

"You should add those to IG so those lustful motherfuckers in the dms could see and that weird ass ex if he's lurking," she told me.

Like, girl. You are hilarious.

I added them.

Logan and I headed to Al Dawaar. A revolving restaurant with a marvelous view of Dubai.

Her and I dined at a table for two.

"There's no other restaurant like this in Dubai, I needed to come." Logan stated. "It's luxurious."

"Your restaurant's fancier." I flattered. "You haven't even seen it." Logan said. "I have on social media, I did research, it's beautiful, modern, the best location for a date." I smirked.

An exhale released from her mouth and a smile came in. "You're a bodacious woman."

"I know." I cheesed and we made a toast.

Our drinks clinked.

The service, view, and meals were nine out of ten, I liked this restaurant. I'm saving the ten for Deluxé.

Logan and I strolled into our room, we weren't drunk. "I'm so stuffed," she stated, falling onto the bed.

I unlaced her shoes, she snatched and hauled me onto her, holding me with firmness.

"You could've asked for an embrace like a normal human." I told her. "I wasn't thinking." Logan inhaled. I laid on her chest and looked into her orbs.

A smile was on her face. "You make me feel exhilarated." Logan admitted.

I beamed and moved closer to her... she kissed me... and I kissed back.

It felt divine, we made out for two minutes... and that was it.