Chapter Ten

JaRue

Tonight was my date with Hassan, and I was a nervous wreck. I haven't been on a date since Keith. Even though Hassan hasn't given me any reason to make me think he would switch up like Keith did, I was still apprehensive about the whole thing.

"Girl, get out of your head. You will be fine. Hassan is nothing like Keith's faded hairline having ass. You finally came across a real nigga, and I love that for you. I would love it even more if you finally got some dick out of the deal," Journei blurted.

I stopped doing my edges to cut my eyes at her. She had lost her mind if she thought I was about to sleep with this man on our first date. I mean, I didn't plan on it, but still.

"Don't look at me like that. You ain't had some dick since dick had you, and I don't even want to count Keith's geriatric ass. You need some young, strong back dick. The kind that makes you wanna go thank his mama for not swallowing him for the way he slutted you out type of dick. That's the kind of dick you need, sis."

I could only shake my head at her because she was dead ass serious.

"And what kind of dick do you need? The one that's attached to Rock?" I gave her a smirk because I didn't buy that bestie shit for one minute. I knew he was going through something with his baby mama, but I also knew my friend. She liked him but respected what he had going on.

"Girl, that's definitely the type of dick I need, but I'm going to chill out and not seem so thirsty. I can't imagine going through what he's going through," she admitted.

"Has he been celibate?" I asked with my nosy ass.

"He has. He hasn't had sex in about a year. That was right around the time that Lucretia got bad off. I commend him for not stepping out, but sometimes I wonder if he's telling the truth or not."

"Has he tried anything with you?"

"Not hardly. I may get a kiss on the forehead here and there or a hug, but that's about it." My friend looked so sad, but I knew they would be fine. It was clear that they liked each other, they just needed time to get through all of this.

We continued to have small talk while I finished getting dressed. I opted on wearing a black mesh dress with a purple underlay that had a deep plunging neckline and stopped right above my knees. I paired it with a pair of black strappy sandal that had a thick buckle across the ankle. When I was done getting dressed, Journei gave me a light makeup beat, even though I didn't think I needed it. Let her tell it. It enhanced my beauty and who was I to argue with that face. It was seven-thirty, and I heard a knock on my door.

"That must be your boo. I'll let him in while you give yourself a once over."

Journei left the room, and I gave myself a quick pep talk before I walked out of my room and went into Infiniti's room to check on her. She was fast asleep, so I let her be. If I attempted to kiss her, she would rise like Lazarus and the date would be over before it started. When I walked inside of the living room, Hassan was sitting on the couch talking to Journei. When they heard my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, both of their heads turned in my direction. The look on Hassan's face let me know he appreciated my look. He stood and greeted me by pulling my body into his for a hug.

"Damn, you look good, baby," he complimented, causing my cheeks to flush.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." I took in his attire and to the naked eye, it looked as if he had on a simple black and gray button up, and a pair of gray jeans, but I'm pretty sure his entire outfit including his shoes costed more than my car insurance and rent alone. Going back toward the couch, he reach over and grabbed a bouquet that he had resting on the seat. He handed me the prettiest arrangement of purple roses that I have ever seen in my life.

"I remember you saying your favorite color was purple," he mentioned, handing the roses over to me.

"Thank you," I simpered.

"Y'all cute, but don't you have reservations to catch?" Journei took the roses from me and started ushering us toward the door like she was the one going on the date. "Have fun, and Haze, you can keep her as long as you want. Don't bring her ass home until you break her back in!" She yelled the last part because we were already out of the door. When she said that shit, I stalled in my tracks while Hassan was laughing like the shit was funny.

"Please, don't pay her no mind or encourage her," I insisted.

"Shit, she might be on to something." His voice was a low rumble as he spoke, causing my kitty to wake up.

After he helped me into the passenger seat of his black Aston Martin DB12. I loved this car, but I would never own one. For one, it wasn't kid friendly and most importantly, I couldn't afford it.

The first couple of minutes were quiet until his deep timbre penetrated the silence.

"So, how was your day?" He glanced over at me through the lens of his glasses, and I discreetly clenched my thighs together because this man was finer than any man I had ever seen.

"It was okay. I only worked a half a day, so I was glad about that."

"That's wassup. You like working for them niggas?" I could hear the possessiveness in his voice, even if he didn't purposely do it.

"I do. They have been good to me since I've started working. They're very understanding, especially when it comes to me being a mother." He nodded.

"How was your day?" I countered.

"It was straight. I had a few meetings, but other than that, I can't complain." Every time I asked him anything pertaining to work, he would ignore it or overlook it, but not tonight he wasn't.

"What is it you do? And before you try to sugarcoat it…don't. Remember, I work for the Richmonds and sometimes after hours, so I know about their other work ventures. If you're doing business with them, then you can't be too far behind." I folded my arms under my breasts, making them sit up more. I caught his eyes dart to my chest before he put them back on the road, then back to me. He studied my face for a second before he spoke.

"My family owns a freight yard. We have a few ports in a few countries where we bring illegal immigrants over and help them start a new life without all the legal shit in the way. We set them up with everything that they need to have the life that they always dreamed of. We also own a finance company, if that's what you want to call it, along with a few other ventures that tie into those businesses," he explained. I figured his family had to be into something but to hear that they were actually helping people was amazing.

"That's different," I expressed. "That's so sweet that you all care that much about people to make sure that they get a fair chance."

"It's a means to an end, shorty."

We pulled up to this restaurant called Aurora. I knew it was upscale because I would hear people talking about it, but I never had the luxury of coming until now.

Hassan pulled up to the valet and got out. He made it to my side before the attendant could open the door for me and did it himself. Once he helped me out, he left the attendant with specific instructions about how he would decorate the concrete with his insides if he scratched his car. If I was him, I'd leave it right there and say fuck him and his car. When we got inside, he gave the hostess his name and we followed her to the back of the restaurant in a more private, secluded area. She informed us that our waiter would be with us shortly and left us alone.

"This place is so nice." I beamed.

"I had to pull out the big cards tonight." he smirked.

"I appreciate the effort."

The waiter came and Hassan ordered us a bottle of Dom Perignon and an order of grilled shrimp as an appetizer.

"That's a lot of shrimp just for an appetizer," I stated.

"I smoked a whole blunt to the face before I picked you up. Trust me, I'm going to eat one of those orders by myself." He laughed.

"Big eater, huh?"

"You have no idea." I caught the underlying message, and I wanted so badly to find out if that statement was true. Clearing my throat, I striked up a conversation to cut through the sexual tension in the room.

"So, it's just you and Rakeem?" I asked.

"Yeah. Me and that nigga are exactly a year apart. Our birthday is June third. I was born in ‘97 and he was born in ‘98. It's safe to say that our pops made sure our mama enjoyed her birthdays those two years." We shared a laugh at his revelation. I thought that was cute that they were close in age and so close.

"I envy that. I'm an only child, and the way it's looking, so will Infiniti unless Keith has more children," I confessed.

"You want more kids?" he asked.

"I would like to have them, but like I said, my chances are slim."

"You act like you're old or something. You still have plenty of time. Don't count yourself out."

The waiter came back with our champagne and appetizer. Hassan was a man's man because he ordered my food effortlessly after asking me did I have any allergies. After jotting our order down, the waiter left, and our conversation picked back up.

"Do you want kids one day?" I asked as I sipped the champagne that Hassan poured into my flute.

"Yeah, I'll have some one day. I never planned on kids before I got married because I didn't want the headache of having a baby mama, or the idea of my kid living apart from me. I plan on being present from the day she pisses on the stick." I nodded because I can't say that I wouldn't mind that. I mean, Keith was present during my pregnancy, but that's when the change started. It wasn't drastic, but it was noticeable.

We continued talking while we waited on our food, and I learned Hassan was hilarious and unfiltered. It was a breath of fresh air. He wasn't trying to put up this fake facade of who he was. With him, it was literally you get what you see.

When the food arrived, I appreciated the aroma of it all. The salmon looked delectable, and I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into it. Taking the first bite, I moaned as the flavors danced around on my tongue.

"Mmmm." It was so good that I had my eyes closed the whole time, but when I opened them, Hassan was glaring right at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I tend to get a little extra when good food is involved."

"No need to apologize, but I am taking note." He winked and I swear I felt it in my clit.

The food was good and so was the conversation. I hated the fact that I knew it was coming to an end. Hassan paid the check and left a heft tip for the waiter. Once he helped me out of my seat, we headed toward the front. I felt eyes on me, so I turned in the direction it was coming from. There stood Keith, glaring a hole into me with some unknown woman on his arm. The look he gave me was icy and sinister, but I didn't let it show. He may not have known he affected my mood, but Hassan did.

"You know that nigga?" he asked, stepping around me.

"That's Keith."

Turning his head in the direction Keith was still sitting in, he started to head in his direction.

"Hassan, no. Don't let him ruin our night. That's exactly what he wants." I pleaded with him with my eyes and eventually he gave in. He turned to look at me and dropped a kiss softly on my lips.

"You got it, mama," he insisted.

Placing his hand on the small of my back, he escorted me out of the restaurant. The valet brought his vehicle out, and he helped me inside and took off.

"You ready for the night to end?" he asked, gripping my exposed thigh.

"Uhm, no."

"Good." He flashed his half pearly, and half iced out smile my way and continued to cruise the downtown Wood Haven. I took my phone out to text Journei to let her know I would be out later than expected.

Me: Hey…I'll be out a little longer. Is Finny still okay?

She responded almost instantly.

Best Fren (fingers crossed emoji): Girl, bye! Go let that man slurp you up like an icee on a hot day in hell. We're fine. Don't text us back. Love you .

I didn't even bother with telling her about Keith's ass because, knowing her; she blocked me to keep me from texting or calling. Reluctantly, I put my phone back in my purse and sat back in seat and listened to the music flowing through the speakers.

"I hope you weren't crazy enough to be texting that nigga while you were with me. Baby daddy or not, I'on play that disrespectful shit." He gripped my thigh as he spoke, and I let my eyes trail to where his hand was and then back to his face.

"I don't even talk to Keith about his daughter, so I have no desire to talk to him about anything else. That was Journei. I was letting her know I would be a little late," I explained.

He nodded and continued his drive to his house. When we pulled up to a massive house out in The Hills, I was floored. The Hills were just as exquisite as The Estates. It just had more of a country feel. He pulled through the gates and parked in the enormous garage next to a blacked out Denali. I noticed a matte black G-Wagon parked on the other side of the truck. After shutting the car off, he swaggered around the front of the car and helped me out. We entered through a side door that looked as if it led to a sitting area. It was decorated with cream and gold. There was a bookshelf on one wall that was filled with books. I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover because he definitely doesn't strike me for the reading type.

"This is nice," I complimented.

"Thanks. You want a drink?" He asked, leading the way into what I knew was the kitchen. He had a bar area set off to the side where it housed a variety of liquors. "I have wine in the cooler if you want something lighter."

"No, whatever you have here is fine. Tequila would be perfect." Nodding, he took down two shot glasses and two bottles of tequila. One silver and one gold.

"You got a preference?" he asked.

"Silver is fine."

While he poured my shot, he poured himself one, but of the gold one. Taking my shot to the head, I placed the glass back on the counter and took the liberty of pouring another one.

"Damn, shorty. Slow down. I don't want or need you to be drunk off your ass. Why you taking 'em down like that anyway?" he asked, tossing his own shot back. I stared at him nervously, thinking about if I should tell him the truth or not.

"Talk to me, baby. Wassup?"

Fighting the urge to take another shot, I looked him in the eyes and said, "I'm nervous as hell," I simpered.

Not taking his eyes off of me, he walked around the counter and pressed his body against mine, lodging me between him and the counter.

"Why you nervous, love?" He traced his index finger along my jawline, down to my neck, where he cuffed it. "Hmm?"

"I-I uh, I haven't been intimate with anyone in over a year." I admitted bashfully.

I noticed his hooded eyes dance over my face through his lens before he spoke again.

"Do you want me to change that for you?" he asked.

I nodded my head up and down slowly, never taking my eyes off of his.

With a slight squeeze, he gave me his command. "Use your words with me, baby. I don't interpret gestures. Now, again. Do you want me to help you with that?"

"Yes," I breathed out.

Instead of a verbal response, I was granted a kiss that only deepened once he picked me up. I talked all that shit about not sleeping with this man on the first date and I was well on my way to having my ass in the air.

Without breaking the kiss, he carried me out of the kitchen and trekked up a set of stairs that were off to the side. I savored the taste of the shots we had previously taken and the weed he smoked prior to coming inside of the house. When we got to the top, he headed straight to what I would find out to be his bedroom and led me straight to the bed. He finally broke the kiss to strip me of my dress and he disrobed down to his boxers. It was insane how sexy this man was, and when he took his glasses off, I was completely done for.

"You good?" he asked, hovering over me, peppering kisses along my collarbone.

"Mmm, yes," I breathed out.

"Good."

I relished at the feel of his facial hair tickling my skin as he kissed, bit, and sucked his way down my body. Reaching behind me, he unfastened my bra and slipped my straps down my arms. He wasted no time sucking my nipple into his mouth while he gently massaged the other with his huge, yet delicate, hands. My hands instinctly found the back of his while the other trailed down his arm and over his back.

"Mmm," I moaned in pleasure as he fed from my breasts like he was a newborn baby. The way he made me feel just by sucking on my nipples, I could only imagine the kind of damage he could do with his mouth anywhere else. I was so lost in his touch that I didn't even realize that he was face to face with my anxious kitty. That was until he pulled the fabric of my panties to the side and swirled his tongue around in my essence before slurping my hardened clit into his mouth and sucking the life out of me.

"Oh shit," I whimpered, gripping his braids as best as I could.

The way he was feasting on me like we didn't just have a full course meal should be punishable by law. I've only been with Keith, but Hassan is hands down the best eater I've ever had. Now, if his dick was just as good, then he might have another stalker on his hands. I felt my stomach quake and my legs started shaking. That was my signal that my first and hopefully not my last orgasm was brewing. Hassan must've known it too, because he slipped two fingers inside of me and started massaging my walls as he continued to pay special attention to my pearl. The feel of his thick tongue with the combination of his fingers invading my middle made my orgasm creep up on me sooner than I expected.

"Oh, shit!" I yelped, grabbing ahold of his head and grinding my pussy all over his face. I sure hope he knew how to hold his breath because I just knew that I was suffocating his ass.

He didn't ease up until he felt like I was done. Once he detached himself from my lower lips, he gave my pussy one last kiss before hovering over me, shoving his tongue down my throat. I loved that he was a kisser, because so was I. I let him have control over the kiss while I let my hands roam over his hard body. When my hands reached the band of his boxers, I slipped my hand inside and a groan escaped his lips and rumbled in his chest.

Leaning up, he looked down at me before getting off of the bed and going over to his dresser. I saw him reach into the drawer and pull out a box of condoms. I appreciated him being responsible because, at the moment, my fast ass wasn't thinking about none of that shit. I had tunnel vision and the only thing I was worried about being at the end was dick. I watched as he slid his boxers down and cover his thick tool. There was no way I could handle all of that, but I was damn sure going to try. He came back to the bed and started kissing my neck. Seconds later, I felt the head of his dick poking at my entrance, and I sucked in a breath to prepare for the intrusion.

"Breathe, baby. I got you," he assured.

Doing as I was told, I let go of the breath I was holding as he pushed inside of me.

"Ughn." I heard him grunt, resting his head on my shoulder.

He slowly stroked me with so much precision that my eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of my head as I enjoyed the feeling of him stretching me out. I felt his lips along my jawline and stop right at my ear.

"Good ass pussy. Open your eyes, baby. Let me see how much you love this dick," he ordered.

Like a trained puppy, I followed his command and opened my eyes. When I did, his brown ones were piercing mine. I watched his muscles flex with each stroke and that feeling in my stomach returned.

"Oh, Gawd, I'm about to cum again," I whined.

"I know. I feel you, love. Wet this dick up for daddy."

The hell did he say that for?

No sooner than the words left his mouth, my body obeyed like a humble servant.

"Oh my…shit, Hassan!" I moaned as my body went through the different levels of ecstasy that he was providing.

"Damn girl. Look at this shit."

I don't know how he thought I was going to look at anything and he wasn't letting up. I lost count of the times he made me cum. It was a bittersweet moment when he finally announced that he was about to cum. I didn't know whether to cheer or cry. He definitely felt good working me over, but I know my poor kitty was crying, and I didn't blame her. Hell, I shed a tear a time or two myself.

"Fuck!" he grunted as his body jerked as he released inside of the condom.

We both lied, panting, trying to catch our breath after that tumultuous round. When he finally lifted himself off of me, he smirked before kissing my lips again.

"I hope you not tapping out on a nigga because I ain't done with your ass yet."

What did I get myself into?

Whatever it was, I damn sure was about to enjoy it.