Page 31 of Beautiful Noise
Damn, she dipped on me. I chuckled, realizing I was the one who usually did a disappearing act.
Everything I was experiencing with this woman was new and also made me uncomfortable. The low vibration of my phonesounding again gave me a much needed distraction from the minx who had me breaking all my rules.
I glanced around my studio, giving my body time to embrace the reality that I needed to move. When I had my shit together, I located my pants, stepping into my briefs and jeans before digging my phone from my pocket.
There were several notifications, mostly from social media, but also a text from my mother who was just checking in.
I hope you’re settling in well.
I’ll call you in a few days.
Just checking in. Love you.
Gwendolyn wasn’t checking shit. She was delivering a warning that I had better be on my best behavior with the houseguest she’d paired me with. Settling in… translation, adjusting to my unwanted houseguest.
But Kori was no longer unwanted. I wanted her, a lot. Every glorious inch of her luscious brown skin, pert tits, and soft ass. I wanted to do another deep dive and render her spineless the way I had last night, watching as she unraveled from the way I was fucking her senseless.
There was no way in hell I would admit that to my mother so I fired off a compromise to put her mind at ease.
I’m being the son you raised me to be.
Locking my phone, I located my shirt and skipped putting it on. I needed to shower and figure out where Kori was. We had some things to discuss because I didn’t want her assuming last night was anything more than amoment.
The hard part was I wasn’t sure how I was going to tell that lie because it was a lie. A big ass fucking falsity that had me feeling awkward and drowning in uncertainty… all attached to a woman. Aside from my music, women were the one thing I never had any doubts about. They served a purpose and I handled them accordingly but somehow a beautiful disaster had rippedthe ground from beneath me and left me unsteady. I wasn’t prepared to deal with how that made me feel.
But I had to.
I stumbled my way up the steps and into the hallway only to come to a screeching halt at the painfully loud rendition of “I Have Nothing” coming from the room directly across from me. Immediately, I knew it was Kori.
To say that her vocals were challenged was putting it lightly but even as unpleasant as her singing was to my ears, the awareness of her voice placed a smile on my face. I was also confused about why she was in this particular room. It was unfurnished and the one she claimed was at the other end of the hall closer to mine.
The minute I pushed the door open, I was more confused. Kori was gripping a mop, dancing with it while actually mopping.
What the hell?
Maybe she got bored.
Nah, that’s not it.
Fuck, I hope she doesn’t feel she has to clean in order to stay.
I took a step forward cautiously, realizing she was not aware of my presence. The horrible loud singing and erratic dancing was a clear sign but before I could announce my presence, she spun, screamed, and thrust the mop in my direction.
Her open palm slapped hard against her chest and it took a minute for her eyes to return to their normal size.
“You scared me,” she mumbled, scowling in my direction like I had somehow invaded her privacy.
“You might want to lower the volume on those.” I motioned to the AirPods lodged in her ears which she quickly removed.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people.”
“I wasn’t sneaking. You just didn’t hear me.”
“Right. Was I too loud?”
“Loud? No. Too painful is more like it. I think you killed Lauryn much worse than Whitney.”
“Shut up.” She smiled widely. “I’m not that bad, you’re just super critical because, well… you’re good.”