FOURTEEN.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - Luther.



I laid down on my bed looking at the ceiling like my eyes would pierce through it and I could see the stars ‘What does it mean for the stars to align?’ I kept on asking myself, What did it entail for the world to go in favor of what you have planned?

I was aware that there was a God up in heaven, that controls everything and we are supposed to pray towards him for all that we want and have, and he has his miraculous ways of making it happen but then, I haven't been to church for a long time, I didn't think I planned on going there anytime soon as I am not a stranger to the dark.

I lived my life dwelling in an abyss of thoughts, quenching my urge with the sweetness of a lady's thighs but Miss Quinn might have just drawn the line, the battle line, not only did she fuck a guy but she brought him into my house and fucked him. She is a bold and fearless woman, I would give her that accolades but then I knew this was her getting back at me for having sex in front of her.

I would rather find a cougar in this beautiful state of Washington, the unfortunate thing is I couldn't find a lady as smart as Miss Quinn and amazing in bed like her, she was the full package. Damn it! No, Miss Quinn had it all in her but she just did whatever she felt like. I remembered someone once mentioning to me that the only thing more selfish in this world than a woman was a cat.

I felt that and almost all the women I have met were that selfish and I hated that for meeting them. If God created anything sweeter than a woman's pussy, God probably left it to himself. I do believe so because here I was, angry at a woman for bringing a stranger into my house to fuck her, to enjoy the sweetness between her thighs, that bastard but he had the gentleman's grip when we shook.

I was not sure but he might be hitting her right spot which must have probably been why she called him. I might confront her about it or maybe I should just keep quiet and act as if everything happened, surprise her and do nothing even though she breached our agreement from the contract.

My phone interrupted the whole thinking session—it was Dave.

“It is about time you call, you bastard,” I said to Dave who was at the other end of the phone.

“I know you miss me,” said Dave.

“You don't have a vagina, why the fuck would I miss you?”

“I am in pain.”

“Do you? I need to see you holding your chest as I had just pierced through it.”

“I am so used to it, I don't even know when I do it nowadays.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I know right.”

“How is Washington? I saw in the news that you had taken over one of the companies on your little.”

“I can't believe we are living the dream, man.”

“You know, Steve Harvey once said to have a vision board, make a list of the things you want to achieve and go after it, and that is what I am doing, man. I am the gladiator.”

Dave laughed. “Are we still talking about the same thing?”

“You know I don't need a paper to go after what you are thinking,” I said to him.

“Exactly!”

He asked further. “How is Reese Quinn?" That was the question, I was trying to escape. I wasn't scared of anything, just the fact Dave had seen Reese as a lost run and telling him this would only affirm his thoughts about her, and he would say he was right but I had no plans of giving him his satisfaction this evening.

"Trust me, I'm killing it over here."

“Are you sure?” He asked, emphasizing the ‘sure’ and making it a sound of disbelief.

“Of course, I am, why am I even arguing this with you, Dave?”

I could hear him laughing at the top of his voice from the other end of the phone. “All the best with her man, I still tell you, she is a lost run, why sign a contract with a woman when you could have all the bitches in Washington?”

“I was trying to focus, but I think I will rather not follow your advice.” I adjusted and sat on the bed.

“Finally, my Bro is finally seeing the light,” Dave said in sarcasm.

“Fuck you!”

“I have some bitches numbers, I can forward them to you.”

“Are you for real? Do you think I will need a man's help before I can get a woman?” I asked.

“No, but with the ultimate wingman, you can get any woman.”

“I don't need a wingman, Dave.”

“Okay, good luck man.”

“Thanks.”

“Whilst I forget, There is a charity ball coming up.”

“Oh, Yeah?” I sounded surprised, knowing fully well that ineffecient Reese did not tell me, she was there fucking another man instead. For now, she was sort of my personal assistant so she should have been aware of events such as the upcoming ball.

“I knew it, your in-efficient personal assistant did not mention it to you.”

“I was trying to give you the glory, of course, she did." I lied.

“Are you sure?” Dave asked sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Dave! I gotta go, I will hit you up in a minute.”

“Do you want to go bury yourself in between her thighs?” He asked.

“There is more to life than sex,” I spoke firmly.

“You know that is a lie, if God made anything sweeter than a pussy, he kept it to himself.”

“You know I hate you.”

“I hate you too,” he said. I hung up the phone.

I saw a note gummed to the door of the fridge, as I went to take a drink, it read: “There is a ball event in the evening and we need to be there, location: Whitfield Entertainment Group Studios, transformed into a beautiful 1800s royal ballroom - Signed Reese Quinn.” I loved her handwriting, I thought, took my drink and went to look for Reese

She was efficient after all.

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