“Sloane, I am not yours, and you know that already. Blaze just proposed to me, and you, of all people, should be happy for me,” Yandy tells her partner.
“How can I be happy seeing you with him? When I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you? The only reason I didn’t say anything was that you’re my partner, and I try to be professional, but seeing you out here frolicking around with him, and now accepting his proposal, lets me know it’s time I let you know how I feel. I love you, Yandy,” Sloane pours his heart out.
“It doesn’t matter how you feel,” I say, stepping in front of Yandy to protect her. “She is mine!” I yell, not caring who hears my pronouncement of her being mine.
Yandy moves around me and touches my chest. Her touch soothes me a bit, so I let out a deep sigh. “Hold up, Blaze. I can handle Sloane,” she assures me with a look in her eyes letting me know I can relax a little and let her handle it. Still, I’m on edge. “As soon as I get into the station in the morning, I’m asking to be taken off this assignment and to be assigned to a new partner. There is no way we can work together any longer,” she tells him curtly.
“Oh yeah?” Sloane asks. “If you’re going to go in there and tell them about me, make sure you tell them everything you’ve been doing the past eight months.”
I move toward Sloane again, and Yandy pulls me back. I’m ready to spaz over what was supposed to be a freakishly beautiful moment turning into a war with her partner. But, I’ve always had a feeling his supposed protectiveness of his partner was something much more profound. Take him seeing her home every night, for example. Even though the man knows I’m there for her, he still stalks around her house at unwanted times of the night. Now, the cat is out of the bag, his feelings are exposed for all to see.
“Tell them what you want, Sloane. I’m asking for a new partner tomorrow, and I’m marrying Blaze.”
***
Yandy
In all the time I have known Sloane, I’ve known him to be a domineering man, always having to be in control of every situation he encounters. Yet, I never knew he wanted to be with me intimately. To hear him out here professing his feelings, after Blaze proposed to me, is mindboggling.
I talk Blaze into taking me back to his place, but it’s hard to get him to drop it with Sloane. He looks like he wants to kill him as we walk away. We slide into Blaze’s blue SUV and ride to his apartment in silence.
“Has he ever touched you?” is the first question out of Blaze’s mouth as soon as his front door closes with him pinning me against it.
“No, never,” I say. “But you already know that.”
“
It just makes me want to smash something, knowing he came out there intending to start something with me. You know we’ve never clicked,” Blaze admits. “I’ve always been courteous to him, but I never really clicked with him. It was like something was holding him back from being cordial, so I dropped it. I’m not here for him anyway.”
“You should have told me you had those feelings about him. Maybe I would have seen it sooner,” I surmise, though I know this is no one’s fault but Sloane’s. What he did was uncalled for.
“I don’t like to insinuate things I’m not sure of. It was just a nagging feeling I had,” Blaze admits.
“You know what? Enough about him. You proposed to me,” I said smiling.
“Yes, and now that that’s been tainted, I’m going to have to figure out another way to surprise you and do it all over again. I want it to be perfect. You know, middle of a dark alley type of perfect for us.”
I chuckle. “Oh Blaze, it was wonderful. No one can take that away from us.”
“I wanted to take you somewhere and celebrate in public. You know how we do,” he insinuates, causing me to grin widely.
I look over at his balcony window. “I see the perfect place for us to celebrate right here, right now.”
He smiles at me wickedly.
I run over to the window with him following close behind me. Before I reach it, he spins me around and starts kissing me.
“I love your mind, pretty woman,” he says, his hands reaching down to cup my ass.
Blaze helps me out of my clothes, and I help him out of his. I marvel over the sight in front of me; my man is fine. Scratch that, my future husband is sexy as hell. I feel like I’ve won a prize that grants me the ability to see all of this beautiful nakedness every day for the rest of my life. I’m such a lucky girl.
“Blaze, now that we have our clothes off, what’s next?” I ask in a teasing way.
His eyes glaze over, a clear sign that he aches to be buried deep inside of me. “You’re making me want you even more than I did before. How is this even possible?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” I sashay over to the window and bend over in front of it, leaving my ass tooted up for Blaze to consider whether he wants to talk about his desires or indulge in them. I look back at him and wiggle my finger at him in a come hither motion.
“Oh my god, woman!” he growls, and within seconds, he’s all over me, his hardness resting against my slick entrance.