Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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I wrapped the towel around my waist and footed out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom to see Nyla still asleep, her face relaxed and her plump lips slightly parted. I had arranged a sit down at twelve o'clock with Dray and Chino, but because of the hours long conversation that Nyla and I had-along with another round of sex that ended with me falling asleep comfortably inside of her-I was running behind schedule.
I went into the closet and placed the used bath towel in the bin before sliding on a pair of boxer briefs. I grabbed a pair of black Balmain denims from the shelf and stepped into the fitted jeans, pulling them up just below my waistline. I took a grey long sleeve Armani crewneck off of it's hanger and pulled it over my head, adjusting the shirt to fit. I settled on the ottoman and put on a pair of socks, and my black calfskin leather Giuseppe sneakers.
I walked out of closet and to my surprise Nyla was awake and making the bed. I snuck up on her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her naked body backwards into my chest and pelvis. The unexpected and sudden move startled her, causing her to jump. I hunched over and scattered kisses all over her cheek as I held her close, playful laughter bolting from her lips. She placed her hands over mine, her cheeks puffed up from a smile, "you scared me."
"You knew it was me. Who else could see you like this," I planted a kiss on her neck. "I have to run out for a few before we head out." She looked over her shoulder and up at me, "where are you going?"
"I have to make some money. I'll be back in an hour." She nodded her head. She knows my lack of disclosing where I'm going or the details of what I'm doing isn't meant to be sneaky or deceitful, but my way of letting her know that I have to dip in the streets. "Nina will be coming back with us when we leave from the aquarium." She turned around to face me, "is she spending the night?"
"Yes. Are you comfortable with staying here with me and her tonight?" She waved her hand in uncertainty, "comfort mixed with nervousness."
"What are you nervous about?"
"She's the light of your life. If she doesn't take to me it coul-"
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Downplay our relationship as if it doesn't play a part in my everyday life. She is the light of my life and I too take her comfort and feelings seriously, but she's a child. She doesn't have the capacity to understand the depth of what's going on between us in order to determine the outcome of our relationship because that's not a child's place. None of that matters though because she is going to like you," I took her chin in between my index and thumb, and lift her chin up. "Just be you and show her what you've shown me."
