"Yeah, you like that?" His soft whisper caressed my ear as his warm midsection rolled against my ass. Damp skin, sliding against another. Streaks of pleasure passing through both bodies as Erasmo arched our midsections up slightly to dig even deeper inside me.

"God....yes...."I moaned, my eyes rolling behind my head as I swayed to an imaginary beat that only we two could hear. Pleasure was weakness. It surely was. Because at that moment, I knew I would do practically anything to feel the way I'm feeling right now. Gasping, I dropped my head as my moans became uncontrollable. I reached out backwards, to hold on to his head as his mouth currently sucked on my neck. Erasmo laid his body flush against mine as he moved with purposeful deep strokes. Our breathing in sync and our vibe aligned, it wasn't long before our collaborative heavy breathing, turned into desperate moans as we simultaneously reached our peak.

I don't know at which point of our relationship we decided to forgo the porno sex noises but it was long gone. Not only for me, my breathy moans were more like whimpers at an awkward low pitch, but Erasmo's sexy moans now seemed even more so now that they were louder and more frequent. I was truly out here dating a guy who fucked people for a living and yet me, little old me was able to cause him to whimper? How was this now my life? Thank you, ancestors, for always believing in me. I gladly accept my reward.

The return back to the real world was unwanted as I finally opened my eyes. Erasmo sighed contently as he rolled off me and onto his back.

I shifted in the bed to face him lazily. I was rewarded by those green eyes of his, staring softly back at me.

'I love you,' I mouthed to him slowly making sure he could read my lips.

The corner of Erasmo's mouth lifted up as he shifted his gaze to my eyes. "So, I'm your favorite person in the world?" He whispered teasingly, his hand reaching over and caressing the back of my neck.

"I don't know if I said all that---"

I smiled as he leaned over and kissed me to cut me off. "I'm your favorite and you love me so much." He spoke against my mouth.

"Oh really?" I widened my eyes but he simply kissed me again. Of course, I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck.

"You love me so much, you'll never leave." He whispered pressing his forehead against mine.

I smiled. "You'll get tired of me."

Erasmo slowly shook his head as his gaze shifted down to my lips. "A good tired. A we know each other so well we're sick of it tired. An, I'll never leave you tired."

I bit down on my button lip to stop the smile that grew on my lips as we kept our foreheads pressed against the other.

"Are you happy?" He whispered.

I nodded and lifted my head slightly so we could make eye contact. "Are you?"

This time he nodded. "So much, it scares me."

I chuckled. "I really didn't expect you to be so open with your feelings." I admitted.

Erasmo sighed heavily and looked away.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

He sat up and put his arms out. "You don't take me seriously."

I choked in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"You don't take me seriously." He repeated as he pulled his covers back and climbed off the bed. "Every time I say something, you take it like it's some kind of joke. Like I'm fucking trying to play you or something."

I sputtered as I sat up. "Uhm okay, why are you being so uptight right now."

"I want you to take me seriously." He whirled around. "I want my girlfriend to take me seriously." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the bedroom door.

I put my arms out. "I do take you seriously!" I yelled out as he walked out the room. "Erasmo!"

His footsteps stopped and he turned and poked his head back in the room. "Take me seriously."

"I will." I shrugged.

Erasmo looked me over for a couple seconds as if trying to detect if I was lying or not. "I love you." He stated.

I nodded. "I love you too."

He watched me for a couple more seconds and nodded with a satisfied smile. "Thank you." He turned and left.

I put my hand up to my chest. Was this what if felt like to fall for somebody? Had I ever had it this bad before? My heart seemed to want to beat out of my chest as it slammed into my ribcage.

Fuck.

This was not good.

**

"Oh that's very nice Jaylen." Veronica nudged me playfully.

I looked up at them proudly and looked back down. "It is nice...isn't it." My voice trailed off as I stared at the view of the lake I had painted.

"Are you sure you've never painted before?" They grinned as they turned back to their canvas.

I mean their painting of the lake was astounding, mine looked like child's play next to theirs but it still looked like a nice view of the lake. I had come far. I smiled at the painting and dipped my paintbrush gently before leaning towards the canvas to work on my trees. Bob Ross style.

"So, I've never seen Erasmo's so happy." Veronica sang playfully to me with a tilt of their head.

I turned to them in surprise and chuckled. I shook my head in humility. "No, no, no not at all. It's not me. I have nothing to do with his happiness." I turned back to my painting. Why the fuck did I just say that? I turned back to them almost robotically. "I mean, I mean we're dating and it's going well, so I assume I contribute to a piece of his happiness." I tried to explain. "But I mean like his overall, total happiness and stuff..." I shrugged. "I don't know."

Veronica giggled. "You two are cute."

I smiled and turned back to my painting. We kind of were, weren't we? I focused extra hard as I spread the paint on the canvas. I blinked a couple times and then slowly turned to Veronica. They tilted their head to me with a questioning twitch of their eyebrows.

"You're not like secretly in love with him or anything and then out to makes this vengeful plot to get back at me or anything like that are you?" I asked in genuine concern.

Veronica's eyebrows moved up in what could only be called bewilderment before their eyes crinkled into lines of the laughter that emitted from their mouth.

I sighed in relief as they chuckled and turned back to their canvas. "Oh no Jaylen," They shook their head. "Erasmo is not my type at all." they whispered wispily. They gained a far off look in their eyes.

I frowned in confusion. What the fuck was going on right now?

Who was Veronica pining after? Why is this the first time I've ever thought of such a thing? What in heaven's name was their type?

I nodded and tried to casually return to my painting. "So....what's your type?" I asked them.

Veronica sighed and focused on their painting with a frown. "The toxic ones." They leaned forward and gave two steady strokes. "But then again...aren't we all." They whispered more to themselves than to me.

I blinked as I stared at my painting feeling like I had been punched in the guts. Am I the toxic one or Erasmo? Because I was not about to let his ass go. My mind flashed to the past.

"Because Jaylen you always do this shit!"

"I'm not doing anything!"

"This passive-aggressive-----!"

"I'm not even passive-aggressive!"

"Always trying to play the victim!"

"What are you even talking about!" I demanded.

Frustrated Fabien turned and slammed the front door as he walked out. I jumped from the sound and sighed as I looked around my condo.

I blinked, enabling my painting to come back into focus. "Don't we all." I whispered back softly.

**

I laughed as I pointed to the ball. "Look, look look!"

"I'm looking, l'm looking!" Erasmo grinned as my ball dropped into the hole.

I put my hands up. "What I say?" I asked him. "Mini golf champion right here sir."

Erasmo shook his head and rolled his eyes. He nodded and put his hand out to the worker that we were going to go for another round. He spun around, using the golf club as a bar behind his neck. "Okay, last round, this is the tie breaker. Whoever wins this round is the mini golf champion."

"Why can't you just admit I'm the champion?" I demanded putting my shoulders up.

"Because you won twice and I won twice. That's a tie. This is the tiebreaker." He swung his golf club and gently tapped my ass with a smirk. "You're just scared, I'm going to win this one." He walked up to me intimidatingly.

I shook my head. "You never learn do you?" I rolled my neck at him as I closed the gap between us.

Erasmo chuckled. He looked as if he was about to say something but his eyes shifted behind me. It was barely a two second gaze but I saw the recognition in his eyes. And how he looked away and tried to play it off by lowering his head and kissing me lovingly before pulling back.

"Okay get ready to lose." He stated happily and turned around to go to the beginning.

I gave off a small chuckle, but curiosity had gotten the best of me. I turned back to see who he had seen. All I saw was a family consisting of a man, a woman and two kids. The woman was tall and skinny and with this brief glance looked like Angelina Jolie. The husband was a bit shorter and on the heavier side. He was in a suit, on hand in his pocket, the other hand held his phone as he talked away. The kids were laughing and recounting a story to their mother excitedly. I would not have thought anything about it, if it weren't for the fact that the woman laughed at something her son said, then twirled a piece of her hair before looking back at us. It was the eye contact between us that gave me my answer. We both quickly looked away.

I made my way to the beginning and smiled at him. "Ladies first." I teased as I stepped forward to putt first.

Erasmo put his arms out in surrender and took a step back. "Ladies first." He grinned.

**

I gasped as I yanked his shirt down. Erasmo sucked hard on my lips as his fingers fumbled with the zipper on the back of my skirt.

"Fuck I want you so much." I moaned, stepping out of my skirt as he yanked his pants down.

I watched in anticipation at his swinging erection as I hurriedly undid the last button on my shirt and took it off.

Our mouths once more clashed together, both mouths wide open as if we wanted to swallow each other whole. His tongue licked mine as he pressed me against the column in his living room. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hoisted myself up. He caught me effortlessly as my legs locked around his waist. He pressed my back further into the column as he directed himself inside me. Our kisses sloppily but our fucking passionate. Our bodies pressed as closely as possible to one another as we moved into each other. Panting loudly from the much-needed pleasure moving through our bodies.

How the hell was fucking him getting better and better? He was turning me into an addict. My eyes rolled back as I felt myself completely let go.

**

I don't know what even prompted me to go on his page to look at his profile. It was boredom and it was also that I had fallen, hook line and sinker for this guy I was not supposed to.

"Well fuck me." I whispered in shock.

1. Caspian Tin

2. Mallory Hughes

3. Breanna Hicks

4. Traci Johnson

5. Jaylen Campbell

I had actually made it on Erasmo's top 5. Me? Little old me? I took Manuel's place? I looked up from my phone in confusion. What did this mean? I looked back down at his list and the 4 people listed above me.

Who were they?

"I brought dinner!"

I jumped guiltily, my phone slipping from my hand but landing on the couch. "Hey." I jumped off the couch and rushed to the front door. I moaned as I grabbed one of the bags, my mouth salivating. "God, this smells so good, what is this?"

Erasmo grinned proudly as he closed the door behind him with his foot and reached into his pocket for his phone. "I told you, that new restaurant that just opened up----" His voice trailed off as his focused turned fully to his phone.

I looked up from placing the bag on the table. "Are you okay?"

"Uh...yeah.." He quickly looked away from his phone and chuckled softly.

I frowned as he came closer and put the other bag on the table and turned to me.

"I uhm..." He cleared his throat. "I have to go." He whispered apologetically.

"Oh, okay...more food for me." I joked and turned my focus on the food. That was depressing news. I was looking forward to eating with him.

"All yours porky." He teased, but he lingered a second longer than necessary before turning around and walking out my apartment without a backwards glance.

I sighed and looked at my front door. I knew what this was. I knew what type of job he had. This is fine. It's fine. There is no need to feel any type of way. It's fine. I chewed on my lower lip. Is it really bothering me?.....naw. I shrugged and eagerly looked into the bag of food.

**

I panted as I held on tight to his hips.

Erasmo groaned loudly, his palms pressed into the bedsheets.

I smiled as I ran a hand up his damp back, tracing over his moving muscles, to dig into his hair. I yanked his head back as I fucked him deeper. His eyes closed, mouth parted, looking deliciously cute. He licked his bottom lip and swallowed hard before moaning again.

I moaned, seeing his expression. The leather material pressed against my clit, vibrated perfectly with each thrust I made against Erasmo's ass.

He dropped his head. "Fuck...." He moaned. His hand jerking himself off faster.

I went back to grab his cute taut muscled ass feeling my own release just around the corner. The old lady from the sex shop had added a vibrator to my strap on. How crazy was that? Fucking him while simultaneously fucking myself?

"Ohhhh..." I moaned closing my eyes, letting my hips pound away at him.

Erasmo's release was like music to my ear as his body twitched beneath me. I collapsed on his back before lazily sliding out of him. If I wasn't in such a state of bliss, I would of have laughed at how I looked rocking this beautiful crystal dick.

Erasmo sighed loudly in contentment and turned on his back, his hand still held his dick and was covered with the evidence of his happy ending.

I giggled. "Now I see why guys are so obsessed with their dicks."

Erasmo chuckled lazily and turned his head to look at me. "You fuck me so good."

I winked at him.

**

"Yes, yes, okay, love you too. I promise, I'll call more often...okay, okay I gotta go...no I haven't heard from Tika...okay....yes love you too. Give dad a big kiss for me. Bye. Love ya." I sighed and put my phone down as I went back to my computer.

"Your mom?" Erasmo asked as he added the garlic to the frying pan.

"That smells so good." I moaned happily leaning over the table to peek at his work in the kitchen. "And yeah just her weekly check-up." I responded.

Erasmo stirred the sauteeing vegetables before wiping his hands on his apron and turning back around to me. "Do they know about me?"

I sat back slowly and rested my chin on my palm. I smiled softly. "They know I'm dating somebody yes..."

He scooped out some tomatoe paste and added it to the pot, stirring. "So...do I get to meet them?"

My eyes widened in surprise. "You want to meet my parents?"

He shrugged and turned back around, grabbing his wine glass. "Yeah, why not?" he took a sip of his red wine. "I'm actually really great with parents." he grinned.

"I bet you are." I muttered playfully.

He held my gaze as he leaned against the counter. "You don't want me to meet them?" He asked scratching the back of his neck.

I shook my head. "No, it's just....they're older and....well we've been dating for only three months now---"

"It's fine." He cut me off and turned back to his food. "I don't have to meet your parents."

"That's not what I'm saying." I spoke up defensively.

He chuckled. "No, I get it." He grabbed his seasoning and started to sprinkle them in the pan. "It's not the right time to meet them-----I mean how would you tell them how we met?"

Silence fell over us as he continued cooking in silence.

My heart felt heavy because, I could feel there was no humor behind his laugh.

"I'm not ashamed of you." I spoke up softly.

He didn't answer as he poured a teaspoon of maple syrup in his sauce.

"Erasmo..."

"I know." He turned around with a bright smile on his face. "Hope you're hungry, the sauce is almost done." He bent down to check on the roasted cauliflower in the oven. "Cauliflower needs about...5 more minutes. It's a nice golden color----"

"Do you want to meet my parents?" I asked, cradling my wine glass.

Erasmo shrugged. "I just thought it was the next step----"

"Yeah, like if we're serious, serious...."

"I'm serious, serious..." He remarked as he stood up and moved to the salad bowl.

"Okay but you realize we've only been dating for three months right?" I asked him. "I'm just trying not to get ahead of myself----"

"How long did it take for Fabian to meet your family?" Erasmo asked casually as he tossed his salad.

Fuck. I took a deep breath. "Okay, well it wasn't planned, it kind of just happened, they'd shown up unexpected and he was there so----"

"How long?"

"Like a month or so." I admitted.

Erasmo stopped mixing his salad.

"But that wasn't normal. I was caught off guard. If it was up to me, I would have waited a couple more months but my parents were in town and----" I trailed off as I noticed the way he watched me. "Look if you really-----"

We both turned to his phone flashing lights on the counter. Erasmo wiped his hands and picked up his phone. I watched him read whatever message he had just gotten. I knew when he shifted his eyes up to me that he had to leave.

"I uhm....." He turned and quickly stirred the sauce. "I gotta go."

"Now?" I asked just creeping with curiosity at who summoned him.

"Yeah..." He replied turning around the kitchen. "Uhm turn off the oven in 3 minutes, the sauce is practically done. Eat without me." He stuffed his phone in his pocket and walked over to me. He kissed my forehead. "I'll see you in an hour."

I looked down. "Can't decline the request?" I offered lightly.

Erasmo's hand faltered on my shoulder. "Uhm....no...not uhm....not this one." He whispered softly. He turned to grab his keys and turned back around to face me. "I'll be back okay."

I nodded and brought the wine to my lips. "Okay."

Erasmo didn't move and neither did I as we stared at each other for a couple seconds. He finally bent down and pressed his lips confidently against mine before slowly pulling away. "You're okay with this right?" He asked softly.

I nodded and shrugged. "Yeah...just....wish we could finish this delicious smelling meal together." I grinned. "But oh well, more for me."

He didn't laugh at my attempt of a joke. "I don't have to meet your parents." He whispered. "I get it. Forget I said anything." He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say more, but he kissed my forehead again and quietly put his shoes on as he left his house, leaving me alone in it.

What had just happened? Was I.....jealous? Was he....hurt? I sat back in the chair and sighed. Fuck. Why couldn't I have fallen for somebody from accounting or something?

**

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." I said apologetically as I held my cup of coffee out of the way.

The lady who'd bumped into me did the same. I smiled up at her and quickly blinked in confusion. Why did she look so familiar?

"No it's my fault, I'm basically a zombie before my morning coffee." The lady giggled. She was wearing a two piece athletic suit. Tights and a crop top. It accentuated her full breasts, flat stomach and nice ass. She looked amazing. If that's how she looked after coming from working out, then hot damn.

I laughed. "Yeah, I feel you on that." She looked like Angelina Jolie. "I'm sorry, has anybody ever told you, you look like Angelina Jolie?"

She laughed and pointed to her full pouty lips. "It's the lips." she shook her head. "Black hair and blue eyes. But thank you, although Angelina Jolie is absolutely gorgeous so I can only wish."

I nodded. "No, you really do. I was thinking why does she look so familiar?"

"You come here often?" she asked. "I don't think I've ever seen you at this coffee shop before?" she smiled warmly. "I always notice a pretty face."

I grinned. "No actually, it's the closest one to my boyfriend's place."

"Is it?" Her smile remained on her face.

"Yeah, so when I stay over, I indulge in this shop." I looked at my vanilla lavender latte. "Honestly the coffee here is amazing."

The lady touched my arm in acknowledgment. "Oh honey, it's to die for. The best coffee in town."

I nodded eagerly.

"Well, I'm gonna let you enjoy your coffee. It was really nice to meet you." The lady spoke. "You're so pretty, I'm glad we bumped into each other."

I smiled caught off guard. "Yes, of course same."

"Traci." She extended her hand.

"Jaylen." I replied shaking it warmly. And as I smiled at the beautiful lady who shook my hand, it felt as if a rush of information was just on the tip of my brain. I knew her. How? Why was my brain not allowing me to put two and two together?

And when she turned to walk away, her cute little ass swaying side to side, I blinked in confusion.

Wait one fucking minute----was that the same lady from mini golf? The one with the husband and the two kids------oh FUCK ME!

**

"I'm meeting his fucking lovers." I whispered in annoyance.

"What do you mean?" Nahlia asked.

"First it was Manuel who so happened to be my new boss. And then this chick from this morning. I had seen her on our mini golf date and now I bump into her at the coffeeshop downstairs from his condo." I explained. "And like...did she know who I was?" I asked. "Because she's on his list as his number 4 person. Here Traci Johnson." I groaned. "I looked it up as soon as I got back to his place."

"Damn girl."

"Exactly." I sighed and plopped down on his couch. "I feel like Scott fucking Pilgrim here."

Nahlia laughed. "Time for you to defeat the evil exes."

I buried my face. "How do they know about me?" I whispered. "Like are they out to get me? I'm so confused? Like what am I supposed to be doing?"

"I think you need to kill them all."

"Nahlia this is not funny!" I could hear my best friend laughing on the other end.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Okay." she said. "Look, maybe they're just trying to see what Erasmo having a girlfriend looks like."

"But how do they even know?"

"Maybe he told them."

"Why?" I asked and then paused. "Wait a minute....Mr. Torress had said something before about knowing that I was Erasmo's girlfriend....you really think he tells them?"

"Yeah." Nahlia said. "I mean, I don't know if you know but he seems to really be into you. You're the one that keeps him at a distance."

My heart sank. "Do you really think that?" I whispered.

"Why do you sound sad? I think you're acting like an adult, taking your time with this new relationship and that's good. I mean you obviously need to be absolutely sure this is what you want." Nahlia explained.

"Does it really look like that?" I asked my best friend. "Does it look like I don't care? Or that I don't like him as much as he likes me?"

Nahlia paused for a couple seconds. "Well, the other day when we hung out, he had no problem showering you with affection, you seemed more....let's say....it just looked like you thought he was joking....I don't think he was."

"He asked to meet my parents." I whispered.

"Oh...."

"And you know how they are...." I continued. "Like what do I tell them? Oh I met this amazing guy and yeah he fucks people for a living but he's really sweet and I love him."

"Uhm maybe leave off the part he fucks people for a living." Nahlia chuckled. "Look they don't have to know everything. You've lied to your parents countless times before."

I sighed. "Yeah...I know...but if I introduce him...this makes it real. Like really real, not just some fantasy or fun, but....real."

"So....do you want this to be real?"

I paused and stared off into his beautiful condo. "I do...." I answered truthfully. "I just wish..." I trailed off.

"What?"

"Fuck." I whispered dropping my head.

**

I walked to my front door and opened it. "Hey, you have the passcode, why didn't you just enter?"

Erasmo shrugged. "It's a little late, I didn't know if you were sleeping."

I looked at the clock in the kitchen. 1:07. "Yeah, I was getting ready to head to bed." I turned and walked back into the living room.

Erasmo walked in and gently closed the door behind him. He ran his hands through his hair nervously. "I'm sorry, I've been so busy this week."

I shrugged and offered a soft smile from the couch as he joined me. "No problem. I know you work. I had Craig, Dakota and Veronica keeping me company." I grinned. "You should see me on a pole." I teased.

"I would love to see you on a pole." He grinned.

I chuckled and leaned back on the couch, running my hand through his hair. "Late night?" I whispered.

He nodded. His eyes drifted down to my lips briefly before he looked away and rubbed his hands.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He whispered. "You okay?"

I nodded. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He smiled softly. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip. "Do you want to meet my parents?"

Erasmo's eyes widened. "What?" He whispered. "Are you sure?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah."

He chuckled softly and shrugged. "I uh...if you want...I mean , I don't have to----"

"I want you to." I whispered.

He grinned and sat back in the couch. "What are you going to tell them about us?"

I shrugged. "That I met this really nice guy, who is very smart and rich----"

He laughed.

"And that I love very much and want in my life."

Erasmo's smile dropped off his face as he stared at me seriously.

"And I'm sorry, if I gave the impression that I wasn't that into you, because I am. I am truly into you." I whispered caressing his cheek. Erasmo closed his eyes contently as he focused on my touch. I leaned forward and kissed him confidently.

He held onto my waist softly as I kissed him, taking his time to open his eyes after the kiss. Our eyes met and he grinned.

"What?" I couldn't help but smile back at his joy.

"I think, I'm finally doing this right." He whispered.

I smiled and kissed him again. Our arms wrapping around each other as we deepened the kiss. I climbed on top of him slowly, straddling him as he cupped my ass.

"Wait...wait..." I whispered to the phone vibrating on the coffee table. I stared in confusion at Nahlia's facetime call. I frowned. "She never calls this late, give me a minute."

"Hey babes." I answered, her face coming into focus.

"BITCH did you hear?" Nahlia asked? "Oh hey, Erasmo."

"Hey." He smiled holding me as he grinned at the camera.

"No hear what?"

"Yo, I know you don't want any ex-boyfriend talk but tell me why Fabian just got caught with an underage stripper!"

"What?" I exclaimed in shock.

"Bitch, I'm sending you the link right now!" Nahlia screamed. "Like he was at a house party and some of the girls there were underage and he was caught on camera...like caught, caught----it's messy."

I gasped.

"Aight! I'm gonna let you, go! I just found out and it was too juicy to sleep on! You kids behave! Love ya babs!"

My mouth was still open as Nahlia hung up. "Oh shit." I turned to Erasmo.

He arched an eyebrow at me.

"This is crazy! Fabian." I looked at my phone and the link that had just popped up. "Isn't this insane? He should know better, this is not going to be good."

"Yeah...crazy." Erasmo nodded as he watched me click the link.

I read a little bit. It was a party, lots of famous people, drinking, there was drugs and here we go.."16-years old?" I screeched. "What the fuck is wrong with-----" I threw my phone on the couch and shook my head. "You know what...fuck him. I don't care."

Erasmo smiled and held me closer. "So...can I spend the night?"

I grinned and wrapped my arms around him. "Absolutely."