Syx and the City (Situationships Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

Closing in on his frame, I came to the realization that the darkness I'd come to enjoy wasn't the skin tone I was currently fixated on. Caramel. His legs were long, slender leading up to his chiseled cheeks and freshly cut fade. Surely, this wasn't Trough Mallard, doting husband, and way-maker.

It was against my religion to risk my future by pulling the lazy card.

Just as I had secured the position with her, there were other awaiting opportunities with my name on them as well. I was a firm believer in the term, one monkey doesn’t stop a show.

Why shouldn’t I have the right to compliment you? Isn’t that what girls want? For a man to gas them up… remind them of what they already know?”

“Yeah. But not just any man. Her man. A girl wants that from her man.”

“My man is her man is my man her man… that’s my man that’s her man, too.” I sung, breaking the tension and causing Syx to burst into laughter.

“Trough.” She moaned, feeling my member harden behind her. "I can't help it," I whispered. "It's your fault…"

Parting her lips, I invaded her mouth –compliments of my tongue.

Continuing to blame it on the alcohol, I followed Trough's direction without a second thought. If I had to be honest with myself, even if only for the night, I wanted to give Trough all of me. There

“Oooooooh…” I moaned as his lips traced mine –the lower set. I was in pure bliss as he rotated his tongue over my clit.

“You feel so fucking good. Oh shit… I’m about to cummmmmm.” My body convulsed, jerking and twitching under his spell. “What… What are you doing to me?”

“Dicking you down like you deserve to be.”

“Toot that ass up. Arch that back.” Guessing I wasn’t moving fast enough, he assisted me in positioning myself just how he wanted.

Trough Mallard. I recalled my previous night, one filled with big dick and a sloppy twat.

“Where are you going?” “Away! You and I both know that this was wrong. Shit.” I continued to fuss at myself. “Says who?” "Says, God. Says the universe. Says me. Says your vows." “She broke them first, Syx.” My steps halted just before I’d made it to the door, wondering what he was referring to.

“Hello.” “There’s severance pay in your account. Happy New Year, Syx.” It was him. Before I could respond or question how he’d gotten my personal cell and account numbers, he’d ended the call. Quickly logging into my Wells Fargo, I noticed a pending deposit that would clear after the holiday. “WHAT? $30,000! How the hell is this severance pay?” I placed my hand on my forehead in utter shock at the money that had been added to my account within the last five minutes. I slid down in the backseat, wondering what the rest of my life had in store for me. I was a freshly fired travel assistant with over $40,000 in my bank account, thanks to the extra boost that my ex-boss's husband had just gifted me with as a thank you for the night we'd just had. Yet, he was passing it off as a severance in hopes to make me feel better about the deposit.

Some nerve of him, I smiled the widest and felt insanely stupid as I did so. Recalling the night that I had, I couldn’t be more satisfied with the sexual inclination that I had received. My smile quickly faded as I thought of the news that he’d presented before exiting his hotel.

Amiyah had loss a good one. She’d loss the best type of man a woman could ever have. She’d loss Trough fucking Mallard which re...