"Carlisse."

He slammed the door, screaming my name before setting his sights on me lounging in the family room. I knew he would be on ten, but I was at two and had no intentions of allowing Omar to alter my mood.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He crowded my space, hovering while reeking of brown liquor, weed and stale pussy. All I could do was roll my eyes and sip my tea.

"So, you're going to act like you don't hear me?"

"I'm actually deaf to your bullshit."

He huffed. I replied.

"Did you even bother to look around to see if your son was here before starting with your foolishness?"

"Where is he?"

"If you would've brought your ass home last night you would know."

I set down my cup, then picked up my phone. Omar left the room, slammed a few more doors then came back.

"He's not here. You play too fucking much."

I shrugged.

"Listen, I don't know what the hell has gotten into you since I've been gone, but you're about to straighten that shit the fuck out, you hear me?"

I tapped my ear, then returned to smiling at my phone. Not today, Satan.

Omar snatched it, then tossed it across the room, not wasting time to jump on me, pinning me down on the couch. His hot breath covered my face. Though my heart was beating fast, I refused to break eye contact or grimace with discomfort.

"I've never hit you, don't make me start today."

"Get off of me and go wash that bitch pussy off of you."

"I haven't fucked anybody."

"You're a damn lie."

"What, you wanna sniff my balls?"

He leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching mine.

"Omar, get your funky ass off of me."

"Not until you tell me you love me."

"Fuck you."

I wiggled beneath the pressure of his body on top of mine.

"Tell me you love me." He muttered while sliding his face to the right, tickling my earlobe with his nose.

"I swear to God I'm going to scream if you don't get your ass off of me."

"Scream then." He taunted as he let loose of my arm and placed his hand between my legs.

Shit.

I squirmed, attempting to close them, but the power of his fingers took over. He massaged me, kissing my neck while muttering he would fucking kill us both if I ever stopped loving him.

Fuck.

My heart melted like my willpower. Turning to look into his eyes, I opened my mouth as he readily placed his cotton dry tongue inside. I wanted to swallow him, the only man whose touch I've known since I knew what an orgasm was. Awkwardly angling my hand, I reached beyond his elastic waistband to grip the one thing of his that has never been all mine, but I still could never resist. 

There it was, pulsing, erect, waiting for me to ease the blood flow that raised my blood pressure. His first finger inside tickled my clit, the second spread me wide so the others could follow.

Damn, he knows me.

"Tell me you love me." He ordered while his face slid down towards his hand.

Tears fell as I lay there too weak to combat his manipulation. I did love him. I do. Always will. He failed to wait for a response. Ripping off my panties, he then lay his tongue on my thigh licking upwards towards my wet pussy, spasming in anticipation of his next move.

"Tell me." He urged, then licked me back to front spreading my cheeks so far apart my assshole burned.

"Fuck." I yelled, determined to shout anything other than what he demanded.

He moaned, I groaned, he refused to stop until I released from my body what my mouth refused to confess. Before I could catch my breath, he entered me, pumping steadily, kissing me so passionately I could taste myself.

Damn, I love this man.

"You love me don't you." He asked while gently biting down on my skin.

"Yes," I mumbled breathlessly, readily accepting my defeat.

His body sifttined, he grunted, again pinning me down beneath him. This time, I didn't fight back. As he lay on top of me, panting, I stared at the ceiling of our six thousand square foot home confused as to how I could loathe and love him simultaneously.

"Lisse."

He called me by my nickname. He wasn't pissed anymore either.

"What?"

"Where the fuck is Julian?"

"Yasmin took him to school."

"Oh shit." Sitting up with is dick still semi hard, he laughed. "I forget my boy is five."

"Last night, you forgot he existed at all. He was waiting for you."

Rubbing the back of his head, he sighed.

"Yeah, I had to get some shit off my chest. I'm good now. As a matter of fact, I'll pick him up today. What time does he get out of school?"

"Three."

"Bet, send me the address. I'll pick him up, spend a little time with him, you know, get back in his good graces. You cool with that?"

"You're his father, why wouldn't I be? Just have him home before six. He has piano practice at six fifteen."

Omar stood, then pulled me up from the couch. Wrapping his arms around me, he looked down, smiled, then added. "A nanny, private school, piano lessons, you're gonna have my boy soft as hell."

"He's as stubborn as you so I doubt it."

"Yeah? Then, I'm going to need your help." He pointed down, then replied. "Because this nigga stubborn too."

Grinning, I ignored my Teams alert to focus on taking care of the one person who, no matter what, could force me into submission.

"You wanna get that?" He teased as I lowered myself to the floor in front of him.

"Nope."

I mumbled with a mouth full of pleasure. Right now I'm the boss handling another kind of business, the one online could most definitely wait. Refusing to quit until he was too weak to stand, I had to pat myself on the back when he stumbled back onto the couch and shouted.

"Damn, "I'm glad I'm home."

Wiping my mouth, I grinned, thinking, I'm glad you are too.