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“I’mma cum in this pussy, okay… then we get a Plan B, K?” he said, as he pushed back into me, and I nodded my head.
“Anything for my Pooh.”
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I allowed him the silence, not pressing him because he became overwhelmed, and then shut down. My hope was that the more therapy he did, the more he opened up about our parents. Working with him, I wanted him to open up about a lot of shit that he had to keep to himself. Kora, Jeffie, and Corleon knew everything about Menace. I just wanted to be included in that.
Anything for the future Mrs. Caselli.
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I was home for him, and comfort. He found comfort in my parents, and he treated them like they were his parents, too. Asking for my hand in marriage from my father meant so much. Landon was meant to be a husband, and I couldn’t wait to become his wife.
My thoughts about Don were so vivid. I could smell him when I thought about him long enough. I knew there was no chance in hell that he was going to ever speak to me again. Even with Menace. He had no words for me, and Jeffie kept telling me to give him time. I don’t think time had anything to do with it. The Caselli’s had been family to me, welcoming me in, and I spit in their faces because I was scared.
“Why are we here? You’re not supposed to be a client anymore, but you still mess with the girls there… Maxi, really?” “She ain’t much of a friend, huh?” He snickered. I shouldn’t have cared about what Alex did, because I was here for the money. My feelings shouldn’t have been involved, and they were. I was at a gala, as his fiancée, and he was still messing around with women.
“Everything can’t go your fucking way you little brat… I fuck that pussy whenever I want. I keep you in this designer shit, and in beautiful homes. Same rules, only difference is you’ll be married to me.” He spun me around, slapping my ass, and kneeling down so he could taste me. Taking a deep breath, I checked myself. This was the life I wanted, pleaded, and begged for. This life was the one that nearly had me ruin a man that wanted to give me more.
Being his future wife, I was marrying Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
I released myself on his face, and watched as the dark colored urine, stained with my period covered his face. I looked over at myself in the mirror, my eyes tired, my soul weary, and quickly fixed the somber expression on my face. I asked for this.
“Say it.” “I love you, Landon Caselli.” She kissed my lips. “I love you, Navy Bleu Caselli.”
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When I met Navy Bleu, I never expected to care. Women were something to do, never supposed to be forever. I switched them out like I did clothes, even more frequently. She got into the front seat of my car, and she was herself. Vulnerable.
Menace’s rule saved me from making a mistake that could have cost me everything. I could have crossed my brother, ruined myself, all while trying to piece her back together. Kennedy didn’t want to be healed. It was easier being broken with the life she lived. She didn’t have to stare herself in the mirror. She knew what she was in it for, and that was all that mattered to her.