Protected: UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
“What was the first tattoo you ever had?” I ask him.
“On my back. And it says ‘the heart can be darker too.’ And ‘free drugs.’ I was seventeen then.” He says, and I smile.
“Second?”
“Omertà,” he answers.
“You know, I actually thought that was supposed to be your first tattoo.”
“Nah. My dad never wanted me to have that in case I decided to leave the mob,” he says.
“And what does the Arabic tattoo mean? And why Arabic?” I ask.
“I like them and the language. And the meaning; it means ‘my soul is darker than night.’ The other one, ‘angels don’t die.'”
“So your soul is dark? What inspired ‘angels don’t die’?” I ask as I draw random circles around his arm.
“My soul is really dark, babe. You gave me light,” he says as he sits up to kiss my forehead and then lays back down.
I brought him light. Wow.
“And what inspired ‘angels don’t die’?”
“I got shot and was supposed to die. I didn’t. Found out God loves me a lot,” he says and kisses my hair.
I rest my head on his chest and kiss his chest.
“I love you so much, Jamal,” I tell him as I rub circles on his chest. I love him so much that I can’t even imagine my life without Gray. It’s gonna be stupid.
“I love you too, Tinkerbell,” he says and rubs my back.
“You know what I’m thinking right now?” he asks.
I look up at him, and he smirks.
“That smirk is mischievous,” I say and bite my bottom lip.
He brushes my hair off my face and sits up with me straddling his lap. He kisses my neck and removes my shirt, keeping it aside. I’m now clad in just my sports bra. He kisses my neck down to my shoulder as he bites it.
“I want you to sit on my face. Now,” he smirks between the kisses as he grabs the waistline of my pants and takes them off.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
I sit opposite the mirror as I blow-dry my hair. I had to drive back with Gray to pick up my girly stuff since the party is today. I brush my hair and curl it slowly.
Gray’s not in the room. He went out a few minutes ago to settle something, as he put it.
After curling my hair, I put on my dress as I stand opposite the full-length mirror. Wow, I look…
“Fuck…” Gray mutters behind me.
I turn around as he checks me out.
Last night wasn’t just sitting on his face. We had sex.
“Where are you going with that dress?” he asks as he looks me up and down.
He wears a black dress shirt tucked into his slacks. His suit jacket drapes around his shoulders before he tosses it onto the couch.
He rests his hands on my hips and pulls me to him.
“This is too hot.”
“You know it’s not. Several women are gonna wear even hotter dresses,” I say.
He raises his hand and runs it down my exposed cleavage.
“Fuck. You’re making me hard with this,” he says and kisses my chest, then my bare cleavage.
“Alright. Enough.”
I gently push him away and go back to comb my curls into waves.
He stands beside me and slaps my butt.
“God… are you even wearing panties?” he asks as he trails his hand over my butt.
“Thong, Gray. And stop feeling me.”
I take his hand away and smile at my reflection. I don’t look bad, though.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and I smile.
“Thank you.”
I kiss his cheek and hug him again.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m gonna be there,” he says and kisses my hair.
“Sure.”
“Let’s go then.”
He takes my hand as we walk out of the room.
UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 221 – 230
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