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January 12 - February 12, 2025
“You should’ve made that nigga marry you in a garbage bag.” My eyes went wide, heart leaping up into my throat as I turned to the doorway. A grin spread across my face, mirroring my brother’s as he came in taking off his coat.
“We are gathered here today in the snow, among the vines to witness the matrimony of Ms. Nalani Stark and Mr. Orion Sterling. Who affirms this union today?” Soren shifted a little beside me, stepping slightly forward as he spoke. “With the blessing of our late mother’s legacy and our ancestors before us… I do.” I glance at him, surprised by that wording, but… pleased.
“You’re not over here scaring my wife are you?” he asked, in a stern voice that took none of the amused light from Calli’s eyes. If anything, she was more entertained. “Boy I’m sure you do enough of that just fine on your own,” she said, grinning as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “I was just making sure she knew, I’m not scared of you. Anytime you need him put in line, you just let me know baby, you hear me?” she said, squeezing my hand again. “I used to wear his little ass out and I still will if I need to.” “I can outrun you now,” Orion said, unperturbed. “You can’t outrun a
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The kind of eye contact that dared me to look away, at anything else, to close my eyes. Then, he started stroking. Deep, punishing strokes that took my breath away, had me seeing those fucking constellations all over again.
“You’re surrounded by luxury and peace, with an unlimited bank account at your disposal, and have a man willing lick any and all parts of your body at your discretion. A lot of people would kill to be ‘fucked over’ this way.” I rolled my eyes. Again. “Is this the billionaire’s wife version of ‘there’s a kid in the world starving somewhere while you complain about the meatloaf’?” He grinned and nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Sterling. It is. Now, I ask you again, before I go downstairs to prepare something for myself, are you hungry?”
“Don't tell me you're already fucking it up.” Stanford chuckled. “You’ve got a smart, beautiful wife who has too much on her plate to be needy and always be up under you. You’re living the dream, young man, what's wrong?” “Wrong?” I asked. “Nothing, not really. Just…newlywed growing pains, I guess.” Stanford shook his head. “Too soon for growing pains. You should still be in honeymoon mode. Whatever you’re doing to get on that woman's nerves, stop it.” “Whose side are you on?” “Hers.” He laughed.
“You need your rest.” “That’s the same thing your wife was in here fussing about, about an hour ago. At least she brought tea.” “Oh so she was behind this?” I chuckled. Ms. Wallace nodded. “And in her defense, we supplied our own liquor.”
“I’m getting in the shower. Will you be here when I get out?” She bit down on her lip, clearly considering it. “Do you want me to be here when you get back? I’m not fucking you tonight.” “That’s fine.” “Don’t say that.” “Why?” “It makes me want to fuck you.” Shaking my head, I laughed. “This could be so much simpler if you just… let yourself do you what you felt.” “If I did that, I would’ve run you over weeks ago.” “Damn, it’s like that?!” “It was,” she admitted with a shrug. “Now…” “Now what?” “Now I only want to run you over about half the time.”
“I ain’t hear nothing but that girl screaming about you attacking her. Ms. Wallace told me he brought her over here to get you riled up.” I sighed. “And I fell for the bait.” “You did. But you snatched the fishing rod out his hand too, beat him with it.” She laughed. “I bet you he don’t go fishing like that again.” I smirked. “So… you feel me then.”
