“Will you get away from me?” I scream, trying to close my legs but only succeeding in locking his head there. “Beau,” I say, grabbing his hair and pulling. “Get your mouth away from my pussy.” What does he think he’s doing?
Beau ignores me and licks. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he uses his tongue to spread me open. Oh my God, not again. Beau uses his left hand to bring my pussy closer to his mouth. I shake my head as his tongue begins to move in and out of me. There is no way I am letting this happen again. I grab more of Beau’s hair, but as I’m trying to pull him away, he takes my whole pussy into his mouth and sucks. If I move his head, he pushes it back, so all I’m doing is helping him thrust in and out of me. Oh God, I can’t, I can’t. This is too much. How much longer can I resist him? Beau is going to be the death of me.
“Beau,” I moan, gripping his hair tighter. I know I shouldn’t want it, but I do. I shouldn’t love the way his mouth feels against me, but I can’t help it. My head falls back with my eyes closed as Beau increases the pace. How can such a horrible man give me such pleasure? I don’t understand. His hand leaves my waist and travels up my stomach before taking my right breast into his palm. My back arches as his hand squeezes. He massages for a few seconds before pulling my nipple in between his fingers.
“Beau,” I moan again as I feel myself getting closer. Beau takes his time with my right breast before moving to my left. He makes sure to give it the same amount of attention. My legs begin to vibrate as I feel my release building. Beau realizes this and works his tongue faster. With a few more thrusts, I cum on Beau’s face.
My body goes limp, and I try to calm my breathing. Beau finally takes his head away from my core with a satisfied look on his face.
“Good morning,” he says, smiling. He licks his lips as he stands up from the bed. I drop my legs and look at the man who just gave me the second-best orgasm I’ve had in a long time less than twenty-four hours after he gave me the first. All I can do is stare at him.
“Why?” I rasp out.
“It’s my way of saying thank you.”
“You gave me an orgasm as a way of saying thank you?” I ask, wide-eyed.
“Yes.”
“You are not serious.” I pull the covers up to shield my exposed legs.
“If you don’t believe I am, then do something amazing like you did by taking care of me yesterday, and you will see how wrong you are.”
I continue to stare at him with a shocked expression on my face. Is he being serious? There’s no way he’ll give me an orgasm every time I do something nice for him. I’m sure he’s joking, but all I can do is shake my head at the situation. This man gets more confusing by the minute.
Standing up from the bed with the sheets wrapped around my body, I walk into the bathroom. I clean myself up as best I can and then head downstairs to make breakfast.
My hips move to the music playing in my head while I flip the eggs. I feel someone’s eyes on me. Turning around, I’m not surprised Beau is staring at my ass. Since I’m still wearing his boxers, most of my legs are exposed. His eyes are glued to my thighs as I plate his food.
“Could you” I stop mid-sentence when someone walks into the room. “Jenny,” I say, dropping the spatula I’d been holding.
“Jenny?” Beau asks, his brow furrowing. I point behind him at the woman now standing in the kitchen, and he turns. “Mother,” he says, shocked.
“Wow, it’s surprising to see you here, Lilah.” Jenny says. “What’s it been, seven years?”
“Yes, seven years. And of course, you are surprised to see me. I’m sure I would no longer exist if you had your way.”
“Trust me, you wouldn’t. But in life, we don’t always get what we want.”
I can’t believe she admitted she wished I was dead. Who openly says that to someone, for God’s sake?
“Why am I not surprised that’s the first thing you say to me after all this time?”
“You should expect no less from me, dear.”
“What are you doing here?” Beau interrupts, walking over to his mother.
“I heard what happened, so I came to take care of you.” She places her hand on his face and examines his body. “How are you doing? Harvey told me Delilah is the reason you are in this state. I must say I’m not surprised about that.”
I laugh dryly. “Of course not. I’m sure you believe I intentionally hurt him.” I step away from the stove and get closer to them. Once I am, I can see Jenny’s face more clearly. I might hate the woman, but I can’t deny that she’s beautiful. Her brunette hair falls down her back in curly waves, and her lovely blue eyes sparkle when they’re not filled with hatred for me.
“I wouldn’t put it past you,” she snaps.
“I can’t believe you haven’t changed at all in seven years.” My head shakes in disbelief as I cross my arms over my chest.
“Why should I have? What I believe you are capable of will never change.”
I don’t even know how to respond. All I can think about is the disgust I have for this woman. “Will you leave on your own, or do I need to have security help you out?” Jenny continues.
“Excuse me?” I ask, baffled by what she just said.
“Security it is, then.” She says while retrieving a phone from her Hermes handbag. Oh, great. I’ll need to sell mine now that I know Beau’s mother has the same one. I love that purse, but I don’t want anything in common with Jenny.
“Mother, what the hell are you doing?” Beau demands, confused.
“What am I doing?” Jenny replies with indignation. “I should be asking you that. What is she doing here?”
“She’s taking care of me.”
“She’s taking care of you? Do I look stupid to you, son? She is wearing your clothes at eight o’clock in the morning. I am starting to think you don’t love her as much as you claim you do.”
“Huh?” There’s no way I heard that right. Beau told his mother he was in love with me? How long ago? He’d only said the words to me again after seven years last night. I don’t understand what’s happening.
“Please put your phone away,” Beau says. “Lilah was just about to leave.”
As the words leave Beau’s mouth, I look at him, stunned he’s essentially letting her kick me out of his house. You’ve got to be kidding me. Even after seven years, Beau still behaves like this around his mother.
“Somebody, please, pinch me,” I chuckle, before turning to Beau. “If your mother has a problem with me being here, then I think she should be the one to leave.” I know Beau and I are not together, but there is no way I will let his mother kick me out. I hate the woman too much to let that happen.
“Beau Andrew Williams,” Jenny says Beau’s full name. It sounds almost like a warning.
Instead of answering her, Beau looks at me, desperation in his eyes. “Delilah, please don’t do this.”
“Seriously? You were all up in my business a few minutes ago, and now you’re telling me to leave your house-just because your mother wants me gone?”
“I’m sorry,” Beau says, reaching for my arms, but I slap his hands away.
“Fuck you, Beau,” I say, storming out of the kitchen.
“Delilah, please don’t take this the wrong way,” he says, following close behind.
“Leave me alone,” I snap, walking up the stairs. I am not spending another second in a place where I am not wanted.
I barge into his room and quickly try to find my clothes. I’ve never felt more humiliated in my life. I let this man touch me-even though he is the last person on this Earth who I should have-and now he’s kicking me out of his house because his mother wants me gone. Could I be any more pathetic?
“I know you don’t understand, but I am doing this because I care about you.”
I pause from searching for my undies and turn around to face him. “You are kicking me out of your house because you care about me? Are you nuts?” I bark at him. “Where the hell is my underwear?” I shout in frustration. I don’t mind not wearing them, but I’ll be damned if I leave them here.
“I don’t know, maybe in there.” Beau points to one of his wardrobes. I walk over and search for them. Thankfully, they’re not hard to find. I stuff the panties into my handbag before removing the boxers and the t-shirt I’ve been wearing, too angry to care that I’m now naked in front of Beau.
Once I have my dress on, I walk out of the room with Beau still trailing behind me. As I reach the front door, I turn around to face him.
Shoving my middle finger into his chest, I bite out, “If I ever see you within five feet of me, I’ll cut off your balls and feed them to your mother. I don’t want to see your face ever again.” The door bangs loudly behind me as I walk out. I’ve never been so pissed off. God! I hate him. I hate you, Beau Williams.