First Queen II

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

LAI

Michael's head rested on my thighs as I sat atop of his table. His fingers slowly moved over the keys. The instrumental volume lowered, then he attempted to sing softly, "Ooh baby"

I joined, "And you ain't got to cry, dry your eyes, we gon' get through that. Trust, we gon' get through that."

Michael rubbed my leg. "Lai like why you never call me back. Sometimes it just be like that."

I playfully hit him in his head and he lifted up, smiling. We were kicking it, spending time, in his studio. The work was done so we enjoyed our time together. It was better being back with him and dealing with our issues. Everyone had given their opinions but it was time I stopped depending on anyone else for answers. No one knew my man like I knew him.

That goes for Maliah as well. She may have thought that she was some relationship expert but it's funny I never found myself asking for her advice. She didn't have none to give. A 3-week situationship with Brandon and it had changed her? She might've been fooling him but I saw through it. My caring ways had bit me in the ass because I had set him up with someone who loved their ex. Unlike her, I wouldn't include myself in their business

"Are you going to help me cook something for Pam's dinner? It's my first time meeting her in-laws." I asked him.

He nodded. "Mama will make this one dish. You'll like it. When are we going to start cooking?"

"Tomorrow morning. For right now, why don't we chill and you can let me play your producer for a minute." I pulled on his collar, gently, placing my lips upon his. The kiss intensified as we grabbed on one other. His hand landed on the crotch of my leggings. I moved my legs further apart and his hand massaged my womanhood through the thin material.

I moaned once he flipped me onto my back, my head near the keyboard. Michael peeled my leggings from my hips, revealing my green thongs. He shook his head in distaste. "Go with red next time."

"Anything for my baby," I said, removing his hat. He continued to pull my leggings until they were at my ankles. "Why don't you just slide my panties to the side before someone comes in?"

"I think that'll do." Michael pulled himself from his jeans then grabbed my thighs. Our bodies contacted and the heat responded so well that my wetness immediately began to coat my underwear. Michael wasted no time diving into my womanhood with a slow, long, nice, easy first stroke. I threw my head back in pleasure.

His hands wrapped around my waist once I began to squirm. He continued to move his hips in a circular motion as I groaned, my nails creating perfect marks on his light-complected skin. The feeling was sensational! What made me ever walk out of the door without thinking just how good his sex was? It was amazing how good sex and an apology could have me melting in his arms.

Feeling myself about to release, I closed my eyes. Michael let out a low groan as my juices freely flowed, leaving a small spot beneath us. He wrapped his arms underneath my legs, pulling me up, as we finished our quickie in standing position. He laid me down gently on the couch, ruining the suede with his sperm. I let out a low breath.

"I have to make it home. Amare has my kid but I promise to make this up later. I love you."

"I love you, too. Lock the door behind you, baby. " We ended our time with a kiss then I was out the door. My leggings were on backwards but no one seemed to notice. Maybe they did but wasn't mentioning it to me. I waved to the receptionist. My body came in contact with a broad chest. I looked up to see a familiar face. Putting my head down, I walked around him as he continued to move along, his phone pressed to his ear.

I kicked the door shut while walking inside. Maliah met me halfway with a sleeping Lasia in her arms. I scoffed in amazement. There was no way my stubborn daughter allowed Maliah to rock her to sleep. She barely even let me do it. The only person who could was Michael or Amare. She loved them and had a stronger bond with them.

"You're welcome," Maliah said once I began to walk away with Malasia in my arms. I turned around, glaring hard at her. She was glaring back at me with her hands on her hips. My eyes traveled over her then I smiled.

"No, you're welcome." We didn't share another word as I started up the stairs. The night was peaceful. My daughter and I slept in peace. My man joined in as soon as he got home. That was all I needed to complete my day.

The warm water made its way down Michael's head as he stood before me. My soft hands barely traced over his arm tattoos. I stared up at him in admiration as he ran his hands along my back. Ignoring the warm water slowly beginning to cool, I raked my fingers through his hair. He stepped closer to me, switching our positions so that the water was falling upon my head.

Pasionaye had called us downstairs thirty minutes ago. We just couldn't keep our hands off of one another. After our passionate morning sex, we found ourselves just showering. Eventually we came together again and we were here, staring into each other's eyes. I didn't have any words. Michael was the only person who knew my body perfectly.

He knew the things to do just to drive me crazy. It was nerve wrecking but at the same time I fell in love with it. I loved him more than anything, excluding myself and Malasia. Even if we separated I would still love this man. We just had grown closer. We took our time and things may have not been the way people preferred, but we still worked through that. We might've met on a video set with me being just an amateur. That didn't change a damn thing. We could've met in Central Park and I'd still love him the same.

We froze once the doorknob jiggled. "Lainni and Michael Ray Nguyen Stevenson, I am not coming up these stairs anymore! Get out of there and get dressed. Now!"

Michael smiled while turning the water off, then scooping me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He sat me on the countertop and I grabbed my towel. "Are you going to put on the red lace thongs today?"

"Of course," I plugged my blow dryer in then began to do my hair. After drying my hair, Michael handed me my bra and underwear set to which I teased him with before slipping on. Malasia came in the bathroom with me as I applied my makeup. I handed her a tube of chap-stick and she put it inside the pocket of her khaki shorts.

Once I finished my makeup, I straightened my hair then slipped into my Herve Leger floral print dress and red wedges. Michael walked into the bathroom and smiled at me. He always liked me in his favorite color. I knew why. It made it easier for him to admire then pull off at the end of the night. Before going to help prepare food, I added a red lip then was out of the bathroom.

Pasionaye eyed me as I came down the stairs. "You look nice but next time I need you to tone it down for a cookout." We pulled one another into a hug before I helped her finish the rest of the work. Malasia was at our side, helping through it all as well.

"Baby, we're on our best behavior today." Michael said to Malasia. I grabbed her from him while he went to help Pasionaye get the food. The two of us walked into the house. It smelled really good and looked even better. Pam hated to clean but she was a helluva cleaner. We walked into the kitchen to see Pam side-by-side, staring at the screen of a phone with a girl.

She looked up. Malasia ran to her and she scooped her up. "Lai! You look good."

"Thanks, you do, too." I noticed she had on more makeup than usual but she still looked pretty. I waved to her friend.

"This is Chloe, Darren's younger sister. This is my best friend Lai, Chloe."

I extended my hand and she looked at me awkwardly. Things got weird just as Michael and Pasionaye came in. He placed the pan on the counter then stood by me, and said, "What's up, y'all?"

Chloe smiled, walking over to him. "You look good. Can I have a hug?"