As the night continued, the founder got back on stage. There were different awards and recognitions given out before my name was finally called. The mood at our table was still slightly stiff, but everyone plastered a smile on their faces and clapped when it was time for me to go on stage.
I didn’t care to be in front of large crowds or give speeches, so I was going to keep my acceptance short and sweet.
Before we were about to leave the event, I had to do an interview with the founder and pose for what seemed like a million pictures. I was more than happy to get it over with so I could leave.
Xylina didn’t say much else after the kids conversation, but I appreciated her keeping up appearances the rest of the evening.
When we got home I expected to be able to end the night in peace, but that was wishful thinking. While in the kitchen grabbing something to drink before heading to my den to decompress, Xylina came storming in with Princess on her heels. She snatched open the fridge, pulling out the large jar of pickles and slamming them on the island.
“You know you could have stuck up for me when your mom was criticizing me!” she complained.
Pulling a pickle out, she brought it between her teeth and bit down roughly.
Loosening my bowtie and unbuttoning my jacket, I leaned on the counter and crossed my arms, watching her. It had been a long week and the last thing I wanted to do was argue.
“And it’s pretty fucked up for your mom to even say something like that to me. She doesn’t know me. I would make a great mom. I mean, just look at Princess! She’s my baby and she’s well taken care of. If she could talk, I’m sure she’d have no complaints!” Again she crunched on the pickle before collecting another one. “I mean, we’re a married couple, if we choose to have kids, that’s our business, not hers! Who is she to comment on anything!”
Xylina glared at me with an annoyed face. “Well, don’t you have something to say?”
“While I can admit her timing was wrong, what she said wasn’t completely off base.”
“What!” She slapped a hand on the countertop, causing Princess to jump. “How can you say that?”
Cocking my head to the side, I lifted a brow and eyed her to see if she was serious. “For one, bringing a child into a loveless marriage was never the plan. You’ve never expressed wanting kids nor have I even seen you around kids. You’re self-absorbed and live in a reality that’s only meant to fit your narrative. What about any of that makes you think I would make you the mother of my children?”
Her mouth parted and her brows shot up. “I can’t believe you would say that to me!” Her voice squeaked as it heightened.
This wasn’t the conversation I wanted to have once we got home. I even had intentions of asking her about her crying the other day, but that would obviously have to wait.
Standing up straight, I moved past her to get into the fridge to grab an energy drink. “I’m just speaking the truth. No need to sugarcoat it.”
Grabbing the can, I went to leave the kitchen.
“You both are wrong about me and I’m going to prove it,” she called out from behind me.
With a low chuckle, I ignored her and stopped in front of the elevator so I could go to my room and change before locking myself in my den with a stiff drink and a cigar from my collection.
CHAPTER 7
Xylina
Ithought a hot bath then a shower would calm me, but I was still annoyed as I got dressed. Staring at myself, I played my mother-in-law’s words over in my head. The lady didn’t even know me but felt the need to judge me. Yosiah agreeing with her and refusing to defend me stung and almost discouraged my plan. But the moment I checked my phone seeing a declined notification for one of my memberships, I knew there was no way I could let either of their words keep me down.
Zoya was protective of her son. That was obvious from the moment I met her. She never hid her dislike for me or how put off she was about the way I’d gotten Yosiah to marry me. It never bothered me. What people thought of me went in one ear and out the other most days. Most people envied me and my life; so they said whatever they could to try to and bring me down. Still I knew Yosiah respected his mom and the two were close. Yosiah had his opinions about me, and for the past five years I’d let them be, but now it was time to change it.
Grabbing one of my favorite perfumes from my perfume bar, I spritzed a couple sprays behind my ears, on each side of my neck, in the center of my chest, and on my wrists. It was a sexy, soft scent that turned heads whenever I wore it. Pulling my hairup, I used a claw clip to secure it. Grabbing my silk robe, I slid it onto my skin and slipped my feet into my house shoes. A smile curled my lips. I knew I looked and smelled good. With nothing under my robe, I left very little to the imagination. There was no way I would be turned down tonight.
“Okay, Princess, stay here while Mommy goes to secure the bag with Daddy,” I instructed. Tonight I didn’t need any distractions.
Leaving my closet, I left my room and first checked Yosiah’s room. When I didn’t see him there, I figured he was still in his man cave. He didn’t usually like to be disturbed when he was in there, claiming it was the only place of peace from the outside world in the house, but tonight I was ignoring that.
Knocking softly on the door, I waited a couple seconds for his response. When I didn’t get a reply, I knocked again and placed my ear to the door. Still hearing nothing, I huffed and grabbed the doorknob, turning it slowly and pushing the door open.
The room was dimly lit from the lamp near where Yosiah sat in the center of the room and the large TV played lowly. Inside the room, I softly closed the door behind me and took a look around. He had a bar in the back. One wall held some of his cigar collection and on the other side of the room, closer to the door, was a pool table and dartboard. The room wasn’t over the top, but fit Yosiah all the same. Shifting my eyes back to the couch, I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as his chest slowly rose then fell. He was asleep with his head back on the couch. He wore a plain white shirt and gray and black plaid pajama pants. They were thin enough that, as I crept toward the couch, his print was displayed with no shame. On the side table was a barely full glass of brown liquid. Yosiah was an introvert, so I was sure tonight had taken a lot out of him, but I knew exactly how to help him release some of it.
Licking my lips, I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his waistband. Shooting my eyes to his face, I watched as I pulled them down, displaying his groomed pubic hairs then reaching in and removing his dick. It had been months since I’d experienced it. Yosiah’s strong will was frustrating most days, but tonight I wouldn’t allow him to turn me down.
Knowing my time was limited, I leaned over and took him into my mouth. Yosiah was blessed between his legs. Not only did he have length but girth to match. It took me a few tries to take all of him, but never the one to back down from a challenge, I learned to swallow all of him. Pulling up, I stroked him a couple times to wake it up before taking him back into my mouth. Sucking dick was something I’d mastered back in high school and doing it always made me feel powerful and in control. Men easily crumbled to a good mouth.