Luca (The Eisenberg Effect #1)

by Grey Huffington

Dewayne had put his hands on me for the last time, and instead of retaliating or physically harming him as payback, I chose my sanity and safety.

Lyric was a godsend. When I called her asking to crash in her spare bedroom with the girls for six months,

That was before I’d gotten accepted into a culinary school for my degree and moved six hours from Channing.

It was before Essence and even Emorey. It was even before I’d discovered my pregnancy with Dylan and lost him.

Changed behavior was the only apology I was accepting, now, from myself or anyone else. I deserved that. I owed it to the future me.

Just like Essence, she shared my hazel eyes and sandy brown hair. Both of them had skin that mimicked the color of mine. Brown sugar. It

Each band had a $1000 label on it. With furrowed brows and an aching chest, I turned a bit more in my seat and begged for an explanation from Lyric. “That nigga not stopping shit for you, Ever. I’ve just been waiting on you to make the call. You don’t owe me anything. Get on your feet. Don’t rush into getting a place to stay. Stack your money at my place. You can stay as long as you’d like. It’s big enough for us all. That’s eight thousand dollars.

Thats a true friend

My brother, Laike, was supposed to be picking up my oldest brother in the morning,

Looking at his handsome face, I’d give him about seven or eight years my senior. So, approximately thirty-eight.

Lyric’s perfectly sculpted, braided ponytail that had hung past her waist

pecan-colored skin and full, brown lips to match, her features were perfectly

With bowed legs and brown skin, I knew my ass was in trouble. Though

brown hair to his thick,

fit frame. He weighed no less than two hundred and twenty-eight pounds that was perfectly dispersed over approximately six feet and four inches,

brown skin hadn’t seen much of the sun. Eight years behind bars, and I wa...

his brown skin was perfect. It matched his brown ey...

What’s the meaning of Luca? I typed. “Bringer of light,”

Her 5’6 frame

His brown, slightly reddish hair. His brown skin that reminded me of a paper sack. His perfect build. His perfect height. His voice, the deepest rasp I’d ever heard in my life. His eyes, the big, round circles I wanted on me all the time. Every time.

I conquered her body, I wanted to conquer her mind. It was the true treasure, and I was after it. All else would follow.

Laike was only two years my junior. We were so close in age and looked so much alike that it was hard for some to tell us apart. We even shared the same height. Both standing 6’4. The only difference was our frame. He was thin as the wind. Me, on the other hand, I had some meat on my bones.

If I wanted you, I wanted everything that came with you. And when you became mine, what was once yours was now both of ours – kids especially.

“Sounds like I’ve got two children, then,” I coerced.

Real man

brown hair and hazel eyes glistened

“What y’all drinking?” he asked Lyric and I, yet his eyes were trained on me as if there was no one else in the room and he hadn’t just addressed more than one person. You, I wanted to respond, but refrained.

Speak up girl

“You ain’t been out twenty-four hours and you’re already tricking, fam,” Laike joked.

We love a good trick

“Unlock your phone,” I demanded. “Huh?” she asked, truly baffled. To help her understand better, I explained, “Erase that nigga’s number you just put in your phone, Ever. Don’t play stupid.”

BDE

“Imagine me offering you the world but you’d rather have crumbs because another bird has access. You really not ready.”

Dick. Please feed me dick, I wanted to suggest,

Ways to a womens heart

“Luca,” she breathed rapidly and deeply. “Too fucking late for that Luca shit. Don’t call me again unless you’re cumming on this dick.”

Yesssss sir

“Un. Don’t run from this shit,” I encouraged her. “Take this dick. You got it. You got this. Aight?”

I wanted her to feel like a noodle that I had every intention of eating after I fed her dinner and more dick. I wanted her to say my fucking name.

A noodle

My territory had been marked, and I didn’t play about shit that belonged to me.

“Please don’t wear costume jewelry around me. Never. If there are pieces you prefer, please let me know and I’ll see that you get them.”

I match energies, Ever. There’s no I in team and neither is there a big me, little you. My woman and anyone around me will always be a direct reflection of who I am as a man. If I can’t make sure they’re straight, then I’m not to be trusted.”

“My man must worship the ground I walk on. He must give me the same love that I give him. When I’m in love, I’m limitless. I’ll always go above and beyond. I want that reciprocated.”

I’m thirty-six.

I wanted my pussy equipped with its own unique scent I could sometimes replace my cologne with if things got wild. Or, wear it on my mustache and goatee as bird repellent for anyone who was confused about my relationship status. I wanted the joy of recognizing my pussy’s arousal from feet away just in case I’d missed the signs.

A wise man

“Nothing. We’ve got our whole lives to fuck up the sheets. Let’s start here,” I guaranteed her. “Trust me. I’m not complainnnnnnnnnnnnning,” she exaggerated as I entered her. “Then shut the fuck up, then.”

“That’s a new level of pleasure you’ve unlocked. Female ejaculation. It’s the only way you’ll climax from now on.”

conditioned my dirty blonde, curly tresses.

“Who gives a damn? You’re sucking rich dick now, babe. Let him worry about the bill.”