Simply Complicated: Ellison Brothers (Ellison Brothers Book 2) Page 6

  “You bring it out of me,” I breathe. I’m starting to feel delirious with lust and I just need him inside of me.

  “I hope I always will,” Savior hooks one of my legs before he covers my wet slit with his mouth.

  My back arches off the sofa and I lose my hands in his hair. His tongue is perfect, flicking my clit so fast before slowing down to gently suck on it. He pressed his tongue into me harder, almost spearing me as I struggled not to scream.

  I felt the flutters of climax in my tummy and it traveled down to my toes, curling them. With each lick, my body involuntarily shook as it tried to stave off the orgasm. I panted and cried; my legs began to shake. A few more flicks of Savior’s tongue and I lost control.

  “Savior!” I gasped as the climax hit every nerve of my body, stilling it before I collapsed back onto the sofa.

  I couldn’t even describe the state of euphoria I was in. My body felt like jelly. My head was in a different zone. My heart, though, was on a different plane.

  Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”

  “Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.

  My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.

  I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.

  The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting it on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.

  He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me, it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.

  Then I remind myself – 90 days.

  He pulls back and I softly moan at the loss of him. “Good luck.” He gives my ass a couple of pats and heads out. I watch him walk to a parked Bentley with the driver, waiting for him at the back passenger door. Savior must’ve known he was going to stay with me because I can’t imagine the driver staying there all night waiting for him.

  Did he know he was going to spend the night here? I can’t recall seeing the driver when I let him in.

  As I close the front door, I have more questions than answers about Savior and our arrangement. He said he couldn’t do romance. He stressed he didn’t want to be my boyfriend and a relationship wasn’t something he wanted. If he wanted sex, he most certainly would’ve had it last night.

  It seemed Savior just wanted me to hold him.

  ~~~~~~

  I arrive at Los Angeles City College thirty minutes early for my final. I study some quick notes about he Federalist papers and hope to God I pass. I had to suffer going through political theory for the best semester and I do not want to return. There are many things I would rather be doing and sitting through another repeat of how old white slavemasters stole land from brown people, enslaved and raped black people, and declared how everyone was equal.

  My mind travels back to Savior and how he helped me with my essay. He only gave me a small talk but it was all I needed. He summarized everything within a few minutes and it took me literally all week just to come up with a single page.

  It’s not even a surprise. Savior graduated summa cum laude from USC’s undergrad and law school. He was offered positions at law firms all over the country, but chose to join his father at the family’s firm.

  He built a steady reputation from the time he graduated from law school until now. Another Google alert revealed how ruthless Savior could be in his lawsuits and defending clients from scrupulous owners. He was once quoted as saying, ‘I don’t care about their feelings; I care about the law.’

  Is it bad I felt a tingle as I thought about how relentless Savior might be in bed?

  I sigh and shake my head. Not my boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. Not my boyfriend.

  I check my phone and realize it’s time to head to my final. I go to the room and see fellow classmates looking over their notecards and studying a bit from the book. I look over my notes one last time and just hope for the best.

  “All right, class,” the professor comes in and we all put away our notes and take out our blue books, “put away everything except for a pen, pencil, and your blue books. You have the full two hours to complete.” He passes around the sheet with the examine questions. “Good luck.”

  I get the sheet and I just smile at the first question: How would the Federalist Papers apply in today’s political climate? Cite examples.

  Thank the good Lord for Savior.

  ~~~~~~

  I arrive early at the clinic appointment. It was time for my annual checkup and I need to re-up my birth control. I know Savior and I’s little arrangement is only for T-90 days and counting but the Pill has been a sista’s life saver. My periods are no damn joke.

  Walking into the student clinic on campus, it feels very much like a doctor’s office. There are a few bored students scrolling through their phones. The typical elevator music fare is playing and I think it’s Kelly Clarkson. I actually like her. White girl got some vocals on her. She needs to release an R&B album.

  I take my seat and fill out the questionnaire, answering all of the standard questions. I check off I’m getting my annual physical, but also a HIV test and any other STD testing they want to do. I figured I might as well get everything done so there are no questions for Savior.

  I give my questionnaire to the nurse and wait back in my seat. I received a text from Tasha and the contents of it stun me a little.

  Your neighbors sold the house. They’re moving at the end of the month.

  It’s been going on a lot lately in Inglewood. My block alone had five families leave within the past six months. Los Angeles is becoming increasingly more expensive to live in. Not to mention, I’m sure my neighbors were tired of hearing gunshots every so often played another role in their leaving.

  I receive another text from Tasha: She said they had an offer they couldn’t pass up and left ASAP. She asked if you were going to sell and I told her you weren’t. That’s true, isn’t it? You’re not going to sell?

  Truth is, I’m not sure yet. There is no point of me having that house if I’m about to take up Savior’s offer of sending me to any four-year university. I’ll be too happy living it up at college to worry about maintenance and all that crap back in Inglewood.

  Then again, if my auntie and Tasha doesn’t have another place to stay, I can’t stand the thought of them possibly being out on the streets or struggling because I wasn’t home.

  Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

  “Keisha Jones?” The nurse in the cute Noah’s Ark scrubs calls for me. We greet each other with smiles and I follow her back to the smaller rooms. After the basic questionnaire and checks, she instructs me to undress and put on a sexy paper robe for the doctor, who’ll examine me with her in the room.

  I quickly undress and look down at my cute emoji socks and wonder why in the hell is Savior even entertaining my childish ass. He’s a good seven years my senior and I’m sure there are other women he could be entertaining and parading around instead of me. My thoughts travel to the gala tomorrow and I wonder why did he ask me to accompany him if he was set I wasn’t his girlfriend and we weren’t dating?

  I’m starting to think Savior is lonelier than he wants to admit.

  There’s a knock on the door and I tell the person to come in. A white doctor is front of the nurse and he smiles a warm smile at me. He’s tall, with blue eyes and a seemingly five o’clock shadow. His brown hair
is closely cropped and he has a whiff of high-society, despite being on a community college campus. He has a familiar face about him, but I can’t place it.

  “Keisha Jones?” He greets me. “I’m Dr. Ocean Ellison. I’ll be performing your exam on you today.”

  That name sounds even more familiar. It’s starting to come to me slowly. “Ellison?” I ask. “Are you related to that family?”

  Ocean chuckles and I immediately knew the answer before he said a word. “Why yes, I am. My dad and brother are lawyers. My other brother is the co-owner of Fresh Nectar, a clothing line. I’m the only doctor in the bunch.”

  Savior’s brother is about to get a face full of my snatch and have me ready for his brother to fuck my brains out. I couldn’t have written a better script.

  Eight

  “Wait a minute!” My other best friend, Nikki, stops me as we lunch at Shake Shack. She was born and raised in Anaheim, yet the way she acts, you would think she was born and raised in Bel-Air along with Savior and Ocean.

  She’s the typical black Barbie, down to the perfect weave, perfect lip shade, and perfect car (a new Honda Accord). She’s a girl who’s never dated a black guy and her parents really don’t mind (I lowkey think they encourage her not to but that’s a different conversation).

  We met at a hood party where she was the then-girlfriend of another guy. We struck up a conversation and have been close ever since. I like how different she is because she doesn’t try to be “white” nor does she play down her blackness. Take her or leave her as she is.

  If Tasha is a hood booger, Nikki is the Hilary Banks of Anaheim. “He saw your snatch and he’s Savior’s brother!”

  “Girl, did you just announce my business to all of L.A.?” I look around and I hope people are just oblivious to us. I do not need that shit on World Star.

  “Oh, who cares about that!” She dismisses my humiliation. Thanks, bitch. “I can’t believe Savior didn’t tell you he had a brother!”

  “Brothers, plural. I knew he did but I never seen any pictures of Ocean. Trust me, I’ve looked.” I defended my actions, though I don’t understand why I had to. I didn’t do anything wrong other than spreading wide for Ocean. Okay, that just sounds weird.

  Nikki takes a bite of her cheeseburger and shakes her head. “Savior is going to kick your ass.”

  “Why?” I defend myself. “Why would he kick my ass? I would think he would trust his brother on seeing my lovely of lovelies than some other doctor.”

  “Keisha, Keisha…” Nikki shakes her head. She’s not quite a golddigger, but in the word’s of Kanye, she won’t date a broke nigga. “…you have so much to learn about men, sweetheart.”

  I slowly chew a French fry and stare her down. Nikki has dated her fair share of basketball players, CEOs, and other executive types. I think she’s low-key happy and jealous I’m with Savior but she’s insistent on giving me advice on how to handle him when I still don’t know if he likes coffee or tea.

  “Why would Savior be upset that Ocean saw my pum-pum?” And he gave me a breast exam. And he signed off on my birth control. And I just might see him on Saturday. Oh shit.

  “You don’t get it. You belong to Savior. That’s it. It doesn’t matter if it’s “90 days” or not.” It seems Nikki isn’t buying the 90 days bullshit, neither. “You are his. You’re his woman.”

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” I clarify.

  “Oh whatever,” Nikki rolls her eyes. “The moment he ate you out, you became his woman. He marked you and you both know it. He stuck his face down there – do you know how many men don’t want to do that and Savior willingly did it? He volunteered to eat you! That’s huge! He should buy you a better car for the privilege!” I gotta admire Nikki’s gold-digging hustle. If she thinks a girl is not getting the most buck for her bang, she’ll set them straight. She would make a great madam. “You showing your punani to Ocean is a no-no.”

  “Well, technically speaking I didn’t just spread eagle and tell him, ‘Hey, you wanna see some brown sugar?’” I wiggle my eyebrows and Nikki busts up laughing. “I mean, how was I supposed to know Savior’s brother was going to be my gynecologist? Shit, I didn’t know! Had I known that, I would’ve scheduled with someone else!”

  “Are you going to tell Savior?” She sips her chocolate shake. “He has to know about this.”

  “For why?” I ask. “‘Hey, Savior. I got on birth control like you asked. By the way, your brother got a bird’s eye view of my yum-yum. Are you ready to fuck?’” I roll my eyes. “That’s not going to go over very well.”

  “He has to know, Keisha. He’s not going to like you kept that from him. Imagine if his brother tells him first before you do?” Nikki mentions. “You don’t want that humiliation.”

  The sad part is that Nikki’s right. But how do I tell him about this? I mean I’m not his girlfriend. Is it really going to make a difference that his brother saw my bald spot as he gave me a medical exam?

  “Anyway, I’m here for an order. She takes out a folded piece of paper and slides it over to me. “It’s for my clientele.”

  Nikki is a high-class drug dealer. Maybe she was inspired my daddy, I don’t know. She’s not the type of girl that looks like she could be a drug dealer, which why she’s able to get away with it as much as she does. And with Nikki’s high-maintenance ass, selling drugs might be the only way she can afford herself.

  I grab the paper and open it. Nikki’s smart about her hustle and only uses street names for the drugs – White Girl, Beans, Bananas, and Bicycle Handle Bars. That, ladies and gentlemen, is code for cocaine, Oxycodone, Hydrocodone, and Xanax. And trust me, there are a lot more code words for those the DEA doesn’t even know about.

  I slide the list back to Nikki. “The last three my daddy can give to you. The first one, you have to go through Jalen. My daddy doesn’t do that one.”

  “Got it.” Nikki writes down a small note and tucks the note away. “So, what’s going on with you and Jalen? Assuming he’s no longer in the picture because of Savior?”

  “Like he was firmly in the picture to begin with.” I roll my eyes. Lately, however, Jalen has been extra emotional as in he’s been texting me and calling me at random times. I went from being a convenient piece of ass to suddenly I’m top bitch? Not sure how I should feel about that. “Savior wants him gone.”

  “Well, duh.” Nikki blinked. “Have you told Jalen about Savior?”

  “And tell him what exactly?” I ask. “I’m seeing someone who won’t refer to me as his girlfriend but wants me to stop sleeping with Jalen because he doesn’t like to share?”

  “It’s not like Jalen was going to propose marriage or make you a baby mama. Thank God neither took place.” Nikk does another eye roll. “He never appreciated you and only got with you because of who your dad is. If Prince wasn’t your daddy, Jalen would’ve never stepped to you. He’s wasting your time and worse yet, you both know he is. Drop him.”

  “It’s coming, trust, it’s coming. It’ll probably happen tonight. Savior’s coming over to spend the night.”

  “Awe sookie sookie now!” Nikki’s black side comes firmly out when she’s around me. My white girl voice is pretty good but Nikki should be awarded an Oscar for her acting. “Break out the champagne glasses and condoms!”

  “Ooh, somebody’s been listening to ‘Pac and Snoop,” I sip on my soda, “good for you. Good for you.”

  “I want a full-length dick report tomorrow. Do not spare. I need to know how those Bel-Air white boys get down.” She smiles like she just won an award.

  “You’ve had pink dick. A lot of it, actually.” I point out. I don’t think Nikki’s ever had a black boyfriend and if she has, she kept him a secret she’ll take to the grave. “I’m sure it’s all the same.”

  “No, it isn’t.” She insists. “Some guys can whip it out and send you to meet the Holy Ghost and some guys whip it out and you’re instantly singing the lyrics to “Short Dick Man.”” I bust up laughing and she follows. “Gi
rl, you ain’t even know.”

  “And I don’t want to! Trust me, I don’t want to!” I laugh. I get a buzz on my cell phone and my heart smiles to see it’s a message from Savior. Already I’m looking forward to his calls and texts like a lovesick groupie who just realized the lead singer of her favorite band is single: I’ll be running late tonight so I’ll be over around 10, if that’s okay?

  I reply: Yeah, that’s fine.

  How did the final go? Did you nail it?

  I sure did! Thanks to you!

  Nah, you did it. I might have helped some but you did all of the hard work.

  It was a compliment I didn’t know I needed. Thank you.

  Btw, my brother told me you passed the exam.

  I sink down into my seat. “Remember when you just said I needed to tell Savior before his brother did?” I ask Nikki, who nods. “Yeah, scratch that.”

  ~~~~~~

  After lunch, I head back home and clean up for Savior’s arrival. He’s not expected until way late, which is fine. It gives me time to scrub the house down and scrub my body down while I’m at it.

  As I pull up the driveway, I see two people in business suits talking to my auntie. Gloria Jones is her name and well, she looks like the type that would be named that. She’s thin, with a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard, and bug eyes that reminds me of those Avatar people.

  My auntie, when she wants to be, is a lovely woman who spends her days teaching L.A.’s worst at Compton high school. She has a Master’s degree and likes to mention it in every conversation she can.

  She’s one of those women that probably would’ve gotten married and stayed married had her priorities not have been so messed up. She’s the type of woman who would stay with a dude who she has no future with but because he dicks her down just right, she bypasses a lot of his shit (gee, I wonder where I picked that up from).

  It’s no surprise when my daddy gave me my late Granny’s home, Gloria had five or sex bitch fits about it. She doesn’t hesitate to tell everyone she’s going to leave the ‘hood, but when the opportunity is presented, she suddenly doesn’t want to. My auntie, when she’s bored and that’s often, loves to start shit and pick fights that got nothing to do with her.