PHOENIX
“Be quick about it,” I said, adjusting my skirt as he smirked.
“Am I ever quick?” he teased, unbuttoning his pants. I rolled my eyes at his playful remark.
“He’ll be here soon, so let’s make it fast,” I urged, bending down to expedite the process. His hands immediately found their way to my breasts, eliciting a gasp from my lips.
“This wasn’t part of the plan,” I reminded him, attempting to remove his hands from my body, but he persisted, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
His lips trailed along my neck, igniting a fire within me despite the urgency of our situation. I struggled to stifle the moans threatening to escape my lips.
“You pretend like you don’t enjoy this,” he whispered huskily in my ear, his words sending a thrill through me.
“Look at me, Phoenix,” he demanded, his gaze intense as he caught my eye.
Reluctantly, I met his gaze, feeling the heat of his stare as he leaned in closer.
“Kiss me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Kiss me,” he demanded once more, his voice filled with urgency.
I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to resist him and the undeniable pull he had over me. But in the end, his persistence wore down my defenses, and I found myself leaning in to meet his lips with mine.
His kiss was fierce and demanding, filled with a hunger that matched my own. Despite my best efforts to resist him, I couldn’t deny the electricity that surged between us whenever our lips met.
But even as we lost ourselves in each other, a nagging voice in the back of my mind reminded me of the consequences of our actions. The risk of getting caught, caught by our son.
He always had his ways. To everything about my life and including my body, My eyes briefly flickered to the evident boner, a smirk playing on my lips despite the situation.
“Don’t touch it yet,” his voice cautioned, but knowing Rome’s tendency not to heed my words, I decided not to either. With a smirk, my hands grabbed his erection, relishing in the power of the moment as I glanced teasingly at him.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as my hand massaged his groin, eliciting a reaction that both excited and alarmed him.
“Mum, mum!” came the voice from the doorway, and the door swung open, revealing Jerome standing there, looking at us with innocent curiosity. Oh, Lord.
I immediately withdrew my hands from Rome, pushing him away as I scrambled to compose myself. Straightening my skirt, I avoided looking at Rome, my heart racing with embarrassment and panic as I focused on Jerome.
“How was school?” I asked, hastily picking Jerome up from the ground, desperate to divert his attention away from the awkward situation.
“Boring,” he replied, hugging me tightly.
“Little man,” Rome chimed in, smiling at Jerome, whose face lit up in response.
With a forced smile, I nodded, silently grateful for the distraction Jerome provided. As they left the room, I took a deep breath, determined to regain my composure and focus on being the best parent I could be, despite the unexpected interruption which still bordered me.
It wasn’t the first time he had stumbled upon us like this, despite my repeated reminders to Rome to remember to close the door whenever we were intimate.
Rome and I aren’t together romantically; we’re solely co-parenting our son. Although Rome pursued me in the past, his advances stopped two years ago. Our interactions now are purely physical, satisfying primal needs. Well it is not easy to be alone in the same place with Rome without wanting him to fuck the shit out of you.
It had been five years since the tumultuous events of the past, including Rome’s discovery that Jess’s daughter wasn’t actually his. He had been devastated, realizing that he had been manipulated into believing he was the father and had gone to great lengths to support Jess throughout her pregnancy.
Despite his anger and betrayal, Rome had chosen not to pursue legal action against Jess. Instead, he focused on co-parenting Jerome and ensuring his well-being.
As for Georgia, justice had finally been served. She had been sentenced to life in prison for her heinous crimes, including the harm she had inflicted on our family. It was a fitting punishment for her actions, and while forgiveness didn’t come easily, Rome had found it in his heart to forgive his mother.
Mrs. Dante, despite her own misguided actions, had also been granted some leniency. We understood that she had acted out of what she believed to be the best interests of her son, even if it meant committing unforgivable acts. Jerome still spent time with his grandmother, It’s evident that Jerome’s survival hinged on her brave choice to intervene and rescue him in the first place.
“Make sure that you’re a good boy, okay?” I said, planting a kiss on Jerome’s cheek.
“I promise,” he replied with a smile. He was the spitting image of Rome, it was almost cheesy how much they resembled each other.
“Goodbye,” I said to Rome, who flashed me a smile before approaching.
“Not even a kiss?” Rome teased, his smile widening.
“Nope,” I replied, folding my arms defiantly.
“Come here,” he insisted, pointing to his lips.
I shook my head, but Rome was relentless. He closed the distance between us and kissed me, his lips dangerously close to slipping his tongue into my mouth, all while our son was seated in the car.
“Pervert,” I laughed, playfully pushing him away.
“See you later, pretty,” he said, planting a kiss on my cheek before heading to his car.
Phew. Now it’s time for a girls’ night out!
~~
“Lord!” I exclaimed as the drink burned its way down my throat.
“Calm down, girl,” Camilla said, still sipping her own drink.
“You don’t know how it feels, having a five-year-old in the house all week,” I sighed, taking another sip.
“Exhausting, right?” Fiona chimed in, and I nodded in agreement.
“That’s why I don’t want kids,” Camilla remarked, though her actions contradicted her words. Whenever she had the chance, she loved spending time with Jerome.
“You’re gonna have a lot, one day,” Fiona teased, eliciting laughter from all of us.
“Same to you,” Camilla retorted, and we laughed again.
“So, what’s up with your new fling?” I asked Camilla, who rolled her eyes playfully.
“He’s actually the best fuck,” she admitted, prompting a shocked reaction from Fiona and me.
“Whoa,” Fiona exclaimed, and we all burst into laughter once more.
“What’s your plan for him?” I inquired.
“Um, just fuck,” Camilla replied casually.
“Seriously? He’s actually hot,” I remarked.
“Yeah, I know. It’s kind of just friends with benefits, except we’re not friends. Okay, we’re just fuck buddies,” Camilla clarified.
“Like you and Rome,” Fiona added, causing me to gasp in surprise.
“What?” I exclaimed, turning to her in disbelief.
“It’s true, actually. You two should get married already. You’re getting old, and so is he,” Camilla teased, and Fiona nodded in agreement.
“What?” I gasped again, stunned by their suggestion.
“I even heard Rome is seeing someone new,” Camilla dropped the bombshell, making my eyes widen in shock.
“Wait, what?” I exclaimed, dropping my drink and turning my gaze to Camilla.
“Yes, I saw him, I swear,” she insisted, sending me into a state of disbelief.
“Since you’re not dating, he’s free to be with anybody, right?” Camilla added, her tone mischievous. I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was deliberately stirring up trouble.
“Well, I know you’re lying,” I retorted, grabbing the lime from my drink and popping it into my mouth, grimacing at the sharpness of the citrus.
“I swear,” Camilla insisted, pulling out her phone and showing me a picture of Rome with another woman, clearly on a dinner date.
“What the… why would he go on a date with some… slut?” I exclaimed, my disbelief evident as I turned to Camilla and Fiona.
“That’s because you keep saying no to him,” Fiona chimed in, pointing out the obvious.
“What? That was two years ago!” I defended myself, taking another gulp of my drink and downing it in one go.
Camilla shook her head sympathetically. “But he’s been waiting for you all this time, and you never made a move.”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and regret. “Well, I didn’t know he’d go and do this!”
Fiona leaned forward, her expression serious. “Maybe it’s time to have a real talk with him. Lay all your cards on the table.”
I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settling in.
“Well, I don’t know,” I replied, feeling torn as I took another sip of my drink.
“It’s easy, just go and meet him and tell him you like him. I know Rome. He would grab that opportunity,” Camilla suggested, her tone confident.
“But what about the other girl he’s seeing?” I asked, concern creeping into my voice.
“That one doesn’t have to be a problem,” Camilla reassured me, but her words only added to my suspicions.
She definitely had something to do with all of this.
~~
I stood in front of Rome’s house that same night, unable to wait until Monday. What if he and the girl he was seeing got serious by then? I had to act fast.
As the door opened, I was met with the sight of a very shirtless Rome, who looked like he had just woken up from a deep sleep. It was 2 a. m. in the morning.
“What the…” he started to say, but before he could finish his words, I silenced him by locking my lips with his.
To be continued…