Three days later.

"Keep up bitch." Spider laughed, running ahead of Saint, who chuckled, running faster.

The two of them were currently running laps around the track behind the center. It was about six in the evening, and the breeze was cool against their hot bodies.

Saint was out here running by himself at first, just getting some exercise in, and about an hour into his workout, Pierre'd joined him.

"Aight bro you win." Spider panted, catching up to Saint, who slowed down, before finally stopping, laughing as he watched Spider breath heavily.

"Unfit ass. You only ran four laps stupid." Saint shook his head, chugging from his core water bottle.

"That's a fucking lot bitch that's a whole fucking mile." He said in disbelief, now laying on the ground, pouring his water on his face, making Saint laugh.

"I ran three miles and ain't breathing as hard as you. Get the fuck up pussy." He kicked his side, and Spider groaned, sitting up.

"Ok? Bro you big as hell. You workout everyday so you used to this. This some bullshit." Spider dusted himself as he stood up, and Saint chuckled.

"Weak." He shook his head, leading the way back towards the center.

"Hating ass." Spider mushed his head, and he laughed, shrugging as they entered the building.

The kids were currently down at the cafeteria, the employees currently taking care of dinner, and would soon put the kids to bed.

"I'm finna head home. I'll be back up here tomorrow, you?" Spider dapped him up, and he shook his head.

"Nah, I probably won't. I gotta take care of some shit with some connects." He told him, and Spider nodded, signaling that he understood.

"Stay safe white boy." Saint said, and he chuckled, holding up the peace sign as he jogged away.

Saint used the end of his shirt to wipe his sweaty forehead, walking out of the front of the building, towards his truck.

Getting inside, he crunk it up, pulling off. He arrived to his quiet house within a few minutes, walking back towards his bathroom.

He undressed himself, turning his shower on, waiting on the water to get hot. He aimed his dick at the toilet, peeing, and then reached to grab a baby wipe.

A note fell off, and he rose an eyebrow in confusion, picking it up.

He could only see a few random words, because it seemed to be a larger note, cut up into smaller pieces.

He turned the card around, reading over handwriting that he recognized to be Imani's, and his heart fluttered.

Next piece is where you steal all of my fav snacks from :)

He smiled, taking a quick shower, cleaning his body off, then wrapping a towel around his waist, walking towards his pantry.

He opened the door, and over to the back shelves where Imani had her own set of snacks, another note taped to the honeybun box.

Ah. Where did I leave my slides? :/

He shook his head, walking back in his room, looking under his bed, seeing another piece of the note.

Good job stink. Shitty ass. :p

He laughed, jogging towards the guest bathroom, opening it, and seeing the last piece of the note taped to the counter.

Whenever Imani was over, and he had to shit, he usually used the guest bathroom because she said he was too funky. An inside joke the two of them had. He found the notes to be clever, he liked them. And he missed her.

The two of them hadn't really spoke the last few days, a few reassuring 'I love you' texts, and that was about it. He missed her a lot, and he hoped that these notes meant this break was over.

He placed the notes together, to read the bigger note on the front side of the card, watching the letter come together.

You did it! I miss you, bad. 5077 Lemont Avenue, Manhattan NY, 30319. Meet me there, dress formally. Bring your kisses and hugs, I need them. I love you Saint. - Brat ♥︎

His heart swelled, jogging back to his room to get dressed. He missed her more than he could put into words, he was glad that this was finally over.

Saint dried himself off, rubbing lotion in on his body, before pulling on a pair of boxers. He pulled on black dress pants, with a white Polo shirt, tucking it, and then adding a black belt.

He slid on a pair of black socks, and then a pair of black Gucci loafers. He sprayed his cologne, one of Imani's favorite scents, before looking over himself in the mirror.

He brushed his teeth again, and then grabbed his phone and car keys, leaving his house again.

He drove for about thirty minutes, to the address she'd left, parking his truck and getting out.

He was standing in front of a small beach, more so like a huge lake, with sand covering the ground.

There was a deck, and it had candles lighting up the sides, blue rose petals on the ground.

For some reason, he became nervous, rubbing his palms over his pants, heading down the path. There was a small orchestra playing Luther Vandross at the beginning of the walkway, and he smiled. She was such a romantic.

He walked down the path, seeing a moderate sized yacht waiting for him, his yacht. And he laughed to himself, remembering that she said previously that she would one day plan a date for them, using the yacht.

He opened the door, before his heart fluttered, laying eyes on Imani, who wore a fitted black dress that hugged every curve, blue Saint Laurent heels on her feet, with matching blue accessories.

Imani turned around, laying eyes on Saint, who stood froze at the entrance, in a trance. She was so beautiful to him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he immediately hugged back, his arms locked tight around her waist.

"I'm so fucking sorry Imani." He rasped, hugging her tight, kissing her shoulder a few times.

"Me too baby. I'm sorry." She mumbled, rubbing his back.

"You so beautiful. I should've listened to you the first time. I won't make that mistake again, I promise. I'm sorry Imani." His hands lowered to her ass, gripping it in his large palms, making her smile.

"It's okay. We live and we learn." She held his face, and he pressed his lips against hers, closing his eyes as her tongue slid in his mouth.

Her tongue slid against his, and he could taste a sweet drink flavor in her mouth, making him smile into the kiss, grabbing her neck.

"I'm sorry." He repeated, sucking her bottom lip, before pulling away and kissing her lips a few times.

"It's okay baby. Come on." She held his hand, and he listened to her heels click against the floor as she walked deeper through the yacht, making it to the large room in the back where RnB music was playing.

She had a candle lit dinner sat up on a nicely decorated table, and she led him over to it, pulling him to sit down.

She sat across from him, and then pulled off the silver top off of both of their plates, revealing a plate of blackened salmon topped over creamy alfredo pasta.

"I definitely missed you." He licked his lips, grabbing his fork, making her laugh.

"I missed you too. It's only been a few days, but how've you been?" She asked, swirling some pasta around her fork, putting it in her mouth.

"Ok, I guess. I didn't realize how much we be with each other until you left." He chuckled, cutting his salmon up.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Saint. I want you to know that I wasn't ever thinking about leave you, like foreal." She told him, and he looked up from his plate.

"Did you find what you was looking for while you was gone?" He asked, and she nodded.

"And it led me back to you." She mumbled, making his heart warm.

"You drive me crazy Imani." He ran his hand down his face, and she waited, feeling like he was going to say more.

"I'm not gonna play pretend like I haven't been upset with you. I don't understand how you leave after one problem. It makes me think if you're going to leave every time we have a disagreement? You just gone up and take a break from me, instead of letting me fix what I can?" He looked at her, and she looked down, rubbing her left wrist, over her tattoo.

"That wasn't fair to me Imani. I don't want our relationship to work like that. I want us to talk when one of us feeling a way, not leave. Don't run from our problems, okay? I never want you upset or hiding the way you feel with me. I tell you all the time my biggest ask is communication." He told her, and she nodded, dabbing a napkin under her eyes so that her tears didn't mess up her makeup.

He stood up, and she did as well, walking into his embrace, her arms around his torso.

"I'm so sorry Saint. You're right. About everything. I'm sorry." Her voice cracked, and he rubbed her back, leaning down to kiss the side of her face.

"I never been in a relationship before, so I'm sorry that I don't know how everything is supposed to go. I was thinking in the moment and not about our future, I'm sorry. I should've talked with you instead of just immediately jumping to a break."

"Thank you for being mature with me. I still have a lot to learn Saint, I'm sorry. I want you to teach me." She mumbled, looking up at him.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, and she held his face, allowing his tongue in her mouth as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, being picked up, Saint knowing that was what she wanted. He carried her over the the bed, laying her on her back as she breathed slowly.

"You want me?" He kissed her jaw, and she bit her lip, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Yes." She looked up at him, and he raised his arms, letting her pull the shirt from over his head.

She grabbed his belt, pulling it from his pants loop, and he bit his lip as he watched her unbuckle it, unbuttoning his jeans, then unzipping them.

Saint grabbed the buckle of his belt, pulling it out of his jeans, and she looked up at him, her hand grazing over his hard shaft.

"Are you going to use it on me?" She asked softly, and he chuckled, licking over his lips.

"No baby." He told her, and a small pout rested against her lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Why not?" She mumbled, searching his eyes, listening to the music playing from the speakers.

"Why are you such a slut?" He asked, and she bit her lip, smiling as his hand ran down her body.

"You made me like this." She chuckled, and he smiled, kissing her lips a few times.

"You are so beautiful." He told her, grabbing the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head.

She lifted up, reaching behind herself to unclip the blue laced bra she wore, his favorite color, a soft smile on her face.

"Let me see." He rasped, and she laid back on the bed, pulling the bra from her chest, her boobs sitting perky, her brown nipples hard in arousal.

Saint stood up, pulling his jeans and boxers off, both of them now naked.

"Why didn't you wear panties?" He placed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it in a quick circle, making her moan.

"Mm, I didn't have any blue ones." She whimpered, moaning once two of his fingers pushed into her opening.

"I missed this pussy." He groaned, leaning down and latching his lips around her clit, sucking it as his tongue flicked the underside.

"Fuck." She moaned, her back arching from the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, keeping his tongue flicking against her clit.

"Saint, deeper please." She begged, grabbing his head, and her eyes rolled back once his long fingers slid deeper inside of her the way she liked, jabbing at her spot.

She pressed his face deeper into her, making him groan as he dragged his tongue down her slit, making it to her second hole, making her eyes widen.

"Oh fuckkkk no. Mm, shit-move Saint." She moaned, trying to push his face from between her ass, and he locked his arms around her waist to hold her in place.

His right thumb rubbed fast against her clit as he sucked her second hole, pushing his tongue inside, and her eyes rolled back as her stomach knotted up.

"Baby can I cum? Please?" Her legs trembled, and Saint didn't answer, groaning as he absorbed her natural taste, his tongue licking every crease of her lower half.

"Saint I'm going to cum. Please tell me yes." She whimpered, not wanting to be punished after doing so.

"Yes." He said against her, taking her clit back in his mouth as his thumb pressed into her ass.

"Fuckkkk." She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she released the knot in her stomach, cream leaking from her opening.

Saint lowered his mouth, raising her bottom half so that it rested against his tongue, being filled with her cum as her legs shook.

"Shit baby. Oh my godddd." She whined, grabbing his head as he flicked his tongue side to side, letting her cum leak in his mouth, pressing it deeper into her.

He sucked the juices from her opening, swallowing, moaning at her taste as his dick twitched, about to nut.

He leaned up, climbing on top of her, and she moaned as he gripped her boobs, resting his dick between the two, thrusting his hips so that they stroked his dick.

"Mm, fuckkk I'm cumming." She looked away, feeling her stomach knot up from the view.

"You so fucking nasty. Fuckkkkkk." He grunted, nutting on her chest, and she moaned, reaching between her legs to rub her clit, before beginning to lightly squirt, her clit pulsing as her cum released in short squirts, her legs shaking.

"Fuck! Saint-mm, baby wait ple-awn fuck." She whined, her body jerking after he slammed inside her, thrusting hard at her spot.

"Wassup mama? You can't take it?" He grunted in her ear, his arms locked around her body so that she couldn't run.

"I can't. Oh my god Saint I can't." Her voice cracked, her eyes rolling back as he dug deeply, hitting every single pleasure point that she had.

"Yes you can. You taking it Mani. Mm, you feel so fucking good." He groaned, slamming his hips hard into hers, listening to her scream out, trying to free her arms.

"Saint! Oh my goddd baby fuckkkk." She cried, her body shaking under his touch.

"Tell me what you want." He kissed her neck, and she moaned, tossing her head back.

"Slow down please. Give it to me slow Saint." She whimpered, and he groaned, slowing down, rolling his hips into hers.

His dick thrusted deep past her spot with each slow stroke, holding her body close to his as he held off on his orgasm.

"That's better baby? Hm?" He softly kissed her lips, and she moaned, kissing him back as tears fell from her eyes.

"You feel so good." She cried lowly, almost in a whisper, her vision blurry from the tears of pleasure.

"Yeah? So cum then. What you waiting on?" He spoke in the same tone, soft against her lips.

"Will you cum with me please?" She whimpered, moaning once he finally released her arms, wrapping them around his neck.

"Yes. I'm cumming." He groaned in her ear, and she cried out, creaming around his dick at the same time his nut released inside her.

"Fuckkkkk." He grunted, listening to the breathless moans escaping from her lips, her body trembling.

Saint thrusted his hips as he nutted, giving her a few rough strokes to please her body during their orgasms, watching her body jerk with each stroke.

"You done? Hm?" He looked down at her, his hand around her neck as he pecked her lips, sucking her bottom one.

"Mhm." She hummed, wiping her face as her clit throbbed in a light sensational pulse.

"You such a good girl." He rasped, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip that was poked out in a pout, chuckling as he watched her blush, pulling him down on top of her to hide her face in his neck.

"I missed you daddy." She mumbled, and he bit his lip, flipping them over so that she rested on top of him, pulling the cover over them.

"I missed you. Don't leave me again." He told her, soothingly rubbing her ass to put her to sleep.

"I won't. I love you." She rubbed his broad shoulders, smiling as he kissed her forehead.

"I love you more."

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