Page 23 of Trading In A Broken Heart

“Savion!” She cried out my name. Her back arched off the bed.

Watching her shatter was my breaking point. I let out a growl, my hand moving in a blur of friction. I slammed my palm against my base, my muscles locked up as I hit my peak. I came hard. A thick, hot rope of cum erupted from my dick and slashed my shirt.

Yeah, Solei had my head fucked up, and I hadn’t even fucking touched her ass yet.

A Couple Days Later

It was Sunday, and I hadn’t seen Ma in a while, so I invited her to come out to dinner, giving her a break from making Sunday dinner. Normally, I would’ve gone and seen Daddy and Liliana beforehand, but I’d been trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation without them exploding. The last thing I wanted was to become the enemy again.

Ma wasn’t the best when it came to giving me advice, but I think that talking to her first before dealing with the family was the best option for me.

Grabbing my purse and phone, I left out of the room. I saw Geneva sitting at the island in the kitchen on my way to the door. “You okay?” I stopped in the doorway and asked her.

“Yeah. I was just waiting for my pie to get ready. You’re heading out?”

“Yeah. About to go meet my mama for dinner.”

“Speaking of dinner, I think that you should join us one of these days. I think that it would make Savion happy to see you at the table.”

“Why should I care about making him happy?”

“Sweetie . . .” Geneva shook her head. “When Savion’s happy, your life is much better. Trust me.”

“I’ll think about it.” I’d been trying to spend as little time with Savion as possible. I knew that wasn’t working out in my favor, because how could I fall in love with him if I wasn’t around him? Every day, Imani was checking in with my progress, and she always got the same answer—nothing.

What I wasn’t telling her was that I knew Savion was watching me in the bedroom, so every chance that I got, I did something to keep his attention. If anything, he was gon’ be the one in love by the time the sixty days were up. Maybe by then, he wouldn’t even want to kill me.

“I’ll see you when you get back. Be careful.”

“I will,” I tossed over my shoulder as I opened the door.

This time, I closed my eyes and grabbed a pair of keys off the hook. Tesla. Hitting the fob, I watched as a hot pink Tesla lit up. I couldn’t lie. Having all these cars to choose from was kind of nice. With it being so many, I could drive a different car every day of the week if I wanted to.

Hopping into the car, I drove out of the garage.

I cruised to Gold Bistro Café, just enjoying the scenery. People were so wrapped up in their lives that they didn’t notice the small things. One thing I did learn after being stuck with Savion was that I needed to take time out and appreciate everything because it could be taken from you within the blink of an eye.

Gold Bistro was one of Ma’s favorite restaurants, which was why I chose for us to have dinner here in the first place. Ma’s Maserati was already parked in the parking lot when I arrived. Ma didn’t work. In fact, she hadn’t worked a job since she tricked Daddy into sleeping with her. Yes, Ma flat out tricked that man. She ran into Liliana at the gym and befriended that woman just because she loved her lifestyle. She set Liliana up and had Daddy thinking that she was cheating on him. Whole time, she wasn’t.

When Daddy decided that he wasn’t leaving his wife and left her ass in the dust, she had a fit. She did everything in her power to break them up. I guessed it bruised her ego to know that he wasn’t in love with her, and she was just something to do. Lucky for her, she ended up pregnant, and Daddy had funded her lifestyle for the next eighteen years. Once I turned eighteen, he didn’t hand her over another dime.

Ma was bitter and made it her mission to fuck up everything every chance she got. After dealing with Daddy, all the men Ma dated had to have some form of money, because she’d made up in her mind that she wasn’t working another job again in her life. So far, she’d been successful. The men weren’t really shit, but she was living her best life. That was all that mattered, I guessed.

Entering the building, I stopped behind the couple that stood in front of me. The hostess took them to their seats and then came back. “How many?”

“I’m meeting someone here. She should already be in here.”

“You’re more than welcome to look around and see if you see her,” she replied with a warm smile.

“Thanks.”

I rounded the wall, and my eyes skimmed the restaurant in search of Ma. She sat at a table with some guy standing next to her. He had on some Gucci loafers and a matching belt. Knowing Ma, she wasn’t about to let him leave that table without getting his phone number.

Shaking my head, I neared the table. I waved at her before taking my seat across from her, not wanting to interrupt her conversation. “This my sister right here,” Ma said, and I pursed my lips.

Ma looked young for her age, but she didn’t look that got damn young. This man knew she was a cougar and just wanted to take her ass for a spin. She didn’t have to lie to him about her having kids. A lot of them didn’t even care. It used to bother me at first when she disowned me in front of men, but I grew accustomed to it. I didn’t know if she thought that helped her get men or what, but it was lame as fuck in my eyes.

“I’ll let y’all get to it,” he said and strolled away from the table.