Can You Keep A Secret

Chapter 9

A song by my baby Trey Songz came on, but I didn't know what it was called. I'll just turn it up and vibe to the beat.

Serve it up, serve it up, girl your lovin' is the bestest

Workin' up an appetite and baby you're my breakfast

Ooh you're so delicious

Ooh I'll do your dirty dishes

I pulled up outside of my condo and got out, locking my car doors. He followed me to the front door and waited for me to unlock it in silence. When I did, I remember Leah had stayed here and I had to warn her that Mr. Taylor was here.

"You can sit in the kitchen while I go change right quick." I told him. He nodded and went in the kitchen. On my way to my room, I stopped by the guest room Leah was in to see her dressed in the clothes she wore yesterday.

"Leah?" I said.

"You're here earlier than I expected you to be, there's a cab on the way to get me." She said, looking up from her phone.

"Okay. Mr. Taylor is in the kitchen, he wants to talk about this Anya situation but I honestly don't see anything to talk about." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Just give the man a chance Naomi." She chuckled.

I went to my room and took out some red cheer shorts, a black tank top and some black footies. I made sure I took my bra off because my nipples were feeling sore again.

I put my straight hair up into a high ponytail and went back to the kitchen. Mr. Taylor was leaning up against the counter on his phone. I grabbed a bottle of strawberry sparkling water and sat on top of the counter.

"So why'd you do it?" I asked, after I took a couple of sips from my water.

"I'm a man Naomi, I couldn't help myself." He stressed.

"But when I wanted to have sex with you, you said no. The minute another bitch throws her pussy at you, you caught it with no problem." I said, shaking my head.

"Because I actually care about you and I didn't want to take things to fast, Anya doesn't mean shit to me and she was just a quick fuck. If I didn't like you then I wouldn't have spent any time with you and I damn shole wouldn't have ate your pussy, that was my first time doing that."

"Well maybe you should start acting like you care about me Jayceon! You can't be out here fucking other bitches and then trying to get with me, it doesn't work like that." I said, shaking my head.

"See, this is why I hate fucking with little girls." He sighed and ran his hands down his face.

"Fuck you mean, little girls? I'm a grown ass woman Jayceon. That's any women, you can't jus- you know what I'm not even going to waste my breath explaining this shit to you."

"Man stop playing with me Naomi. You know I want you and only you, Anya don't mean shit to me." He moved between my legs and looked at me with those manipulative brown eyes.

"Well then act like it Jayceon, if you want to make this work you can't fuck around on me and run to other females just for a quick fuck." I told him.

"Alright babygirl I won't, this dick belongs to you and only you." He said, pecking my lips multiple times.

"How does it belong to me if you won't even give it to me?" I said.

"You're not ready." He said, chuckling.

"Yes I am." I whined. He shook his head no and smirked at me. "Can I at least touch it?" I asked.

"No girl."

"Can I see it then?" I asked.

He sighed and pulled his slightly sagged jeans down some more and then he pulled his boxers down half way revealing his pubic hair. Then he whipped it out and my eyes almost bulged out of my head.

He watched me to see my facial expression and I was honestly flabbergasted. He wasn't even all the way hard and it was still jaw dropping big, I don't even know if that would fit. I reached for it, but he quickly shoved it back in his pants.

"Happy now?" He asked.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

He came closer to me and I wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his lips and our tongues started to battle for dominance. His won of course.

"I need to get home, it's late." He mumbled against my lips. He tried to pull away but I pulled him right back between my legs and sucked on his lips causing him to smile.

"Stay the night with me." I said. He leaned his forehead against mine and looked his my eyes.

"I don't have any clothes babygirl."

"You can leave in the morning, I want you to hold me tonight." I said gripping his shirt again, even though he wasn't trying to move.

"Fine." He said.

"Carry me on your back? I don't feel like walking." I said, pouting. He over dramatically sighed and turned around so I could get on. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

"Damn girl, when was the last time you made a trip to the gym?" He asked me. I hit his shoulder and continued giving him the direction to my bedroom. He turned the light on and flopped down on his back on the bed while I was still on there.

"Get off, you're squishing me!!!" I screamed.

"I didn't say anything when I was carrying your 400 pound ass on my back, now did I?" He asked as he rolled over on his stomach leaving me on my back beside him.

"Shutup." I mugged him.

He got up and took off his shirt and pants, so he was wearing his boxers and a wife beater. I licked my lips as his muscles flexed every time he moved.

"Turn the light off while you're up." I said, moving to get under the covers. He flicked the light off and then got under the covers beside me.

"Goodnight Jayceon." I said. He wrapped his arms around me and snuggled his face in my neck.

"Goodnight babygirl." He answered.