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K.C. Mills
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September 16 - September 16, 2025
“These your guys?” I glanced at McCants and his jaw clenched. “Yeah, I know who they are.” “She’s no longer accessible. Make sure you have that conversation with them.” He glared at me. “I wasn’t aware you had a new wife, Omari. You know the rules. Protection only covers our own.”
I know you are new to my world and who I am but let me be perfectly clear, I don’t give a fuck about your ex nor would I care that he thinks he still has a chance with you. If I want to be with you, I will. Your past doesn’t fucking matter. He does not matter.”
we’re not together. You handled the situation like we are.” His eyes met mine again. “Would that be so terrible?” “What?” “Us, being together.”
“He wants you and I’d bet that after seeing you with me tonight, he would be willing to give you whatever the fuck you asked for.” “He might but I also meant what I said, I no longer want those things with him.” “If I was offering them, would you accept?” I choked out a laugh but his expression didn’t change. He was serious. In what world did a man offer up marriage and kids like it was as simple as saying, “good morning, would you like cream and sugar with your coffee”? In his world.
“I’m very serious, Jhorie. You want to be married. You want children, stability, and happiness. All of which I want as well.” “I do, but you’re saying it like I can walk down the aisle of a superstore and add those items to my shopping cart. That’s not how it works.” “No, it’s not but it’s also not impossible when two people want the same things out of life and are willing to negotiate.” “You’re serious.” “Very.” “You’re offering me those things?” “I am.”
“Why not? You’re attracted to me. I’m very attracted to you and it’s not just sexual. How we met was not ideal but it’s no different than if we’d signed up for a service pairing like-minded individuals. We work. If you’ve never imagined what a life with me would be like, then I can see you being opposed to what I’m offering. But you have and you liked what you imagined.” I frowned and he smiled, sinfully slow and sexy. “You can admit it because I’ve done the same and I fucking loved the idea of you in my bed every night and morning. Waking you with my mouth and hands while you cum on my tongue
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“That’s not what I’m proposing. What I am proposing is you choosing me and me choosing you, which is very different from what I left. I’m also not saying you have to marry me today, but that will be our end goal. I heard when you said your decisions have to be intentional. Mine do as well. I’m not just any man, Jhorie.
My choices have to be well thought out and purposeful, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to choose and be chosen.” “So you want to date me?” “With intention, yes.”
“I want your commitment to me and only me and a promise that we’re dating with an intended purpose.” “A committed relationship between a man and woman who barely know each other sounds a lot like an arrangement.” “You know me, Jhorie, and I know you. If there was no timeline for our interactions and you simply relied on how you feel, what would your answer be?” His gaze held mine and I didn’t have to think, I knew the answer. This was insane yet somehow made perfect sense. “I would say yes.” “Then say yes.” “I can’t.” “Can't or won’t?” This eerily felt like déjà vu from the night we’d met at
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“Yes.” “Yes, you want to be with me?” I nodded, exhaling my concerns. “Although the way you’re presenting this is nothing close to every girl’s dream of a man locking her down, I know you're no ordinary man, so you get a pass.” He smiled and nodded. “Nah, no passes, Jhorie. Make me work for it.” The heat in his eyes and the weight of his words had my core tightening. “Then work for it, Omari.
He owned it and me.
He hit something lovely, somewhere deep, and filled me, causing my body to ache desperately for more. I wrapped my other leg around his waist and he fucked me hard and fast. It still wasn’t enough, my pussy quaked around him. What the fuck is wrong with me? “There’s nothing wrong with you other than you’ve been fighting this and now that you have it, you’re overwhelmed by how amazing this dick is.”
A few more thrusts into me then he pulled away, grunting through his own release which seeped through the fist he clasped over his dick, standing on his knees above me. I watched through lazy lids and my pussy thumped with the same rhythm that his dick jerked while shooting into his palm. The visual was strangely erotic as hell and one I looked forward to seeing again very soon. He watched me the entire time through hooded lids then leaned forward to kiss me. He laughed lightly then lifted from the bed and walked to the bathroom. I closed my eyes, smiling because I had no idea what the fuck
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I woke up to Ezekiel’s mouth on my pussy followed by his dick in me. He fucked me nice and slow, in such an intense way I wasn’t sure I could take much more of this man. He kept eye contact almost the entire time, studying me like he needed to memorize how his dick brought me pleasure.
“You’re already my weakness. I pray you can also be my strength,” he said before his mouth captured mine again while the weight of his words washed over me.
Anejo Carajillos.
it’s not always easy to follow the advice you give,
“Then you shouldn’t have wasted my time pretending that was what you wanted and we could have ended this a long time ago.” “I told you whatever you needed to hear to shut the fuck up and play your role. One you weren’t even good at.” I tried to smack him again but he caught my wrist and pulled me into his chest. “You better watch your fucking hands.” “Let. Me. Go.” “Nah, I kinda like having you close again, even if it's only for one thing.”
“If you put your hands on her again, she will be the last woman you ever put your hands on and that is my fucking word.”
“Jhorie, come here.” Dre’thon and Ezekiel faced each other with me between them. I hesitated, briefly allowing my eyes to bounce between the two men. “Jhorie…now. He’s not going to touch you. Come here.”
“You obviously didn’t understand your position after last night. She is no longer your concern.” “This isn’t your city and she isn’t your wife. You can’t make those types of decisions about her.” The air grew thin. Ezekiel angled his head to the side and closed the space between him and Dre’thon before saying, “You have no clue what I decisions I have the power to make but you have some idea which is why you’re going to turn the fuck around and walk out of here.” The coldness in Ezekiel’s tone chilled the air. Dre’thon laughed like he wasn’t moved but he was. He was nervous. In the four years
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“What did he mean by I’m not your wife? That’s the second time someone made that reference. Is there some hidden message in that?”
I was left wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into with this man.
“The point of all of this is I can’t be careless with those who are important to me. You are important. Staying in your apartment is not a decision I can be okay with. I’m not trying to upgrade your life because it embarrasses me nor am I attempting to force your hand to accept my lifestyle. I simply want you to be safe so I can sleep at night. Although I would sleep much better if you were in my bed with me, that’s not my intention. I understand the importance of maintaining your independence.”
Being submissive to the wrong man had cost her years of being unappreciated and had her guards up.
“People often get stuck on the emotion of love but fear as an emotion is just as relevant. Just as intense. Just as meaningful.
Fear is just as necessary as loving someone. You fear because you care, because you love even if you don’t realize the emotions are there. When you fear life without those important to you, you fight to ensure you never have to experience what that looks or feels like. To that degree, fear and love are very similar, if not the same in relation to meaningful connections.”
“You’re saying fear is just as relevant as being in love.” “They exist in close proximity.” “Are you in fear with me, Ezekiel Omari?” “I am.” “I’m in fear with you too.” I chuckled. “That’s probably not the best way to communicate things but you get the general idea.”
“I’m glad it all makes sense. For the record, this feels good to me also. The emotions will come. If we truly want this, love will come. For now we work on the behaviors.” “Which are?” “Attraction. Care. Affection. Intimacy. Trust.” I kissed her between each word. “I promise to be intentional with my actions.” “Me too.” I was allowing myself to be vulnerable with Jhorie. That was something I promised I would never do again but here I was, willingly opening that part of my life, hopeful that this time the outcome would be favorable.
I stood silently at the door, watching her move for a few minutes then watching my brother studying his wife like his silent praise and approval would somehow make her performance better. In a way I believed it did. They were that in sync. I envied the way they loved each other.
Elias Amel Omari had changed my brother in ways that neither of us could foresee. Some good, some not so great. After a low moment, we all resigned to calling EJ, Amel or Melly when Elias experienced a wave of insecurity about his son, being a reflection of him. Bipolar. The highs and lows were still there but we navigated with care.
Elias didn’t give a damn about any of this. He tolerated everything because of me. I respected his position and he respected mine.
The Omari men have a very inordinate presence. When it comes to what they believe and what they want, their pursuit of those wants can be viewed as a bit irrational, yet endearing. It’s been years and I’m still processing how strongly Elias loves me.
“You don’t have to try to make sense of things. Maybe I can help you sort it all out.” “Sort what out?” I frowned at Cress who grinned. “The chaos and conflict happening between your head and heart.” Well shit, was it that obvious? Was I that easy to read?
“My husband’s mental health is not something we as a family broadcast but it’s also not some shameful secret. His mental health issues are only a layer, not a definition of who he is.”
what I know is he brought you to see me dance, then here to stay at our family home. It might not be romantic or idealistically impassioned but he’s offering you a place in his life. One you can trust and depend on. Elias and his brother are fierce protectors and they love hard. When you’re privileged enough to fall under their care it’s not something you should take lightly. Being here is not something you should take lightly.”
“And for the record, my husband knew the minute he laid eyes on me I was his. I’m a bit stubborn so I won’t say I was fully convinced the first time I laid eyes on Elias that our futures were destined. It wasn’t long after we met before I knew he owned my heart. When you know, you just know. That’s the most beautiful connection anyone could ever have.”
Ezekiel had a wife; one he was dedicated to for eight years. He might not have loved her but he honored his vows when she openly disrespected hers and him. He is kind, loyal, and gallant in regards to those who are deserving. I don’t know what your intentions are but I have a strong indication of what his are.”
if you’re not here for the right reasons, or if you are unsure about what you want, then I suggest you don’t stay long. Because again, you’re here. So Ezekiel is very clear about what he wants.”
“Her father was smart but mine was smarter. The terms were manipulated to work in our favor. Because her father was desperate and greedy he overlooked things he shouldn’t have. He also trusted the wrong man. My father. The agreement should have been simple, everything transferring to me and as my wife Sasha would have been included which meant her family would still have a claim.” “That didn’t happen.” “No. I would have made sure it did because I wouldn’t have ever denied my wife anything. Her wishes would have canceled those of my father. She refused the option of being my wife beyond the
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Two days after her thirtieth birthday, we sat down with her family’s lawyers and mine for what she assumed would be the end of our marriage, the beginning of her family’s future stability, and her new life without me. Instead she received divorce papers and a copy of our marriage contract with the amendments my father added stating that Omari Corporation would assume complete ownership of her family's properties, money, and businesses.
“It was. I’m sure you can imagine they didn’t just accept the terms and walk away. They fought. Spent a lot of money doing so to no avail. The contracts were ironclad. Three years after I filed, I was granted my divorce. She got to marry the man she was in love with and her family walked away very unhappy but that was on her. She could have ended things a long time ago. I gave her a choice.”
“I didn’t say it was an easy choice, or even a good one, but she had options. Stay and be a fucking wife or leave. We could have figured it out but she chose him over me and our marriage. Even after she openly cheated the first time, I gave her that same choice. Make things work or walk away. She chose to stay for her family but continued to dishonor her vows to me. So no, I’m not punishing her, I’m making sure she understands the consequences of her actions. Regardless, she still lost and so did her family.”
“You gave her a choice. She chose wrong.” I remained quiet for a minute before asking, “And you want to be married again, after all that?” “I do, but this time there is one thing I will not compromise on.” “Which is.” “No amount of money will compensate for a marriage where my wife doesn’t choose me.”
“She had different expectations for what their marriage would look like. Aja thought marrying Christian would give her freedom. She didn’t want kids and did whatever necessary to ensure she didn’t have any.” I scowled at my brother with silent questions and he nodded confirmation. “Damn, that bad?” “From what little I know, yes.” “He should have just divorced her.” “Sometimes it’s not that easy.” Elias glanced at me. “Sasha is the last person you would have wanted kids with but what would your reaction have been if she had gone that far and denied you the opportunity of a family?” The wave of
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“You sound like him.” “Because I am him in a lot of ways but we both know the most important ways that I’m not.” I love and respect my family with no preexisting conditions. Especially ones that were impossible to live up to. With a toss of his chin, Elias acknowledged the truth in my statement and got in the car. I wasn’t a perfect man but I would never be as fucked up as our father had been to all of us.
“I… Well… Yes, but I’m not trying to fill some void, Omari. I deserve to be loved and it’s what I want. I also know I’m very capable of giving love. The way you love your spouse and children cannot compare to anything in the world, it’s an honor and it’s beautiful.
“I have always been the option, the alternate. Living in that space does terrible things to you. It tests your confidence and patience. It challenges your ability to fully embrace your worth because there’s always a small voice surfacing, making you doubt, even if only a little.”
“Everyone has insecurities, Jhorie. Mine are likely no different than yours but I’ve never been allowed to give into mine. The world my family exists in doesn’t allow for weakness. I’ve had to be the strength that grounds and holds my family together when it comes to business because Elias didn’t want it and Lucas didn’t live long enough to be considered for the role. I’ve done so with no complaints. I will always give everything I am if it means those I love are happy, healthy, and cared for. But being the strength for so many means I have to choose them over myself. I openly accept my role
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So with my brother and me, the simplest things mattered. Elias needed to be seen, Cress provided that. I needed to be chosen. I wanted Jhorie to be for me what Cress was to my brother. I felt she could. I felt she would. But I was hesitant about trusting…
