Page 36 of Love’s Strongest Soldier

“I’m sorry I didn’t let you know as soon as I made it back.”

“It’s okay.” She went over and pulled him in for a hug.

I stormed down the hallway to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. Though it would’ve been nice to talk with her a bit more, I had to process my feelings.

I’d been in my bedroom for hours before I heard a knock at my door. I slipped my hearing aids out because I knew he was about to come in, even though I hadn’t given him permission to. Whatever he was about to say, I didn’t want to hear it.

Ghost entered my bedroom and stopped at the foot of the bed. His eyes landed on my hearing aids on the nightstand, so he began to sign.

“I know you’re mad.”

Rolling my eyes, I turned over in the bed where I didn’t have to look at him. He could sign all he wanted, but I didn’t have to watch.

Ghost rounded the bed where I was looking at him, so I closed my eyes on his ass. If I ignored him long enough, he’d leave the fucking room. Hopefully, he’d get the picture. I was wrong because I felt the bed dip. He wasn’t going anywhere until I talked to him. We could sit in silence for the rest of the night if he wanted to.

Ghost was just like the rest of these men. He fucked me and now he was about to disappear on my ass. I expected more from him. I wasn’t sure why, but I did.

I just lay there with my eyes closed in pure silence. Goosebumps coursed my body when I felt his fingertip against my arm. I scooted back from him where he wouldn’t be able to touch me anymore. We lay there in that bed for what felt like hours.

My eyes shot open, and I stared over at him. He sat there with his head resting against the headboard.

“You just don’t give up, do you?”

Grabbing my hearing aids, I placed them back into my ears.

“I understand your frustration, but you can’t be mad at me about something that I haven’t had the chance to tell you about. We just had sex last night. It’s not like I planned any of this. Yes, I don’t stay here anymore, but I still keep the apartment for just in case purposes.”

“So you just plan on fucking me and then disappearing once the job is over?”

“Yeah, well, no . . . I don’t know what I was going to do. I don’t even know what this even means for us. You keep screaming that I’m too young for you. Are you telling me that I’m not now? That you want to see where shit can go between us?”

I nipped my lower lip. “Would I be wrong for wanting to see where things can go?”

“How about we cross that bridge when we get there?”

“I’m not the just go with the flow type of woman. I need direction.”

Ghost cupped me by the chin, forcing me to stare him in the eyes. “I got this. Just let go and trust me.”

I chewed on the inside of my jaw. His lips covered mine, and of course, I lost my train of thought.

My mind was all over the place. Luxe had me thinking about shit that was never an issue for me before. Yeah, before I did anything with her, my first thought was to hop on a plane and get the hell out of here once the coast was clear. Now . . . I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I couldn’t just walk away from her like that, and I didn’t want to end up hurting her feelings, having her thinking that I was just like the rest of the niggas she done dealt with.

Normally, I wouldn’t care about what people thought about me, but Luxe was different. I wanted her to like me. I needed her to be able to trust me. The urge to protect her from the world always weighed heavily on me. It’d been a week since we first had sex, and the pussy was fire. I’d never understand how men fumbled her. Luxe was the complete fucking package if you were to ask me.

We had got in not too long ago from her office. She said that she was going to take a shower and then whip something up for dinner. I came in and took me a shower and was going into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, when I found Luxe in a pink lace nightgown. The shit was sexy as fuck on her while she moved around the kitchen. I could damn sure get used to coming in to some shit like this.

I’d never had a woman that just loved to cook. Bitches always wanted you to buss them down and then toss them money or materialistic shit afterward like they were some prostitutes.

“It smells good as hell in here,” I told her. She glanced at me over her shoulder and grinned.

“It’s gon’ always smell good whenever I’m in the kitchen.”

“What are you making?”

“Rigatoni. Want to try my sauce?”

I knew she was talking about the sauce in the pot, but shit, I wanted to eat her pussy sauce dammit. Luxe grabbed the wooden spoon and opened the lid on the pot. Scooping up some of the sauce, she gently blew on it and brought the spoon over to me with her free hand underneath it to catch any drippings.