Nova 7 months ago

AG: "Baby, I miss you. Please come home." 

He won't take a hint; I need more time ...to process. My eyebrows furrowed. It doesn't feel like home. "That's his shit, not mine." I muttured.

The weeks had rolled by in a blur of work and solitude, my suite becoming a fortress of soundproofed walls and unanswered texts from Artis. I decided to venture out of my cocoon and into the hotel bar downstairs.

I showered and donned my best freak'em dress and heels, spritzed some perfume, and twirled in the mirror. 'If you look good you feel good, If you feel good you play good. If you play good, they pay good.' A nod to Deion Sanders.

As the whiskey burned a fiery path down my throat, I caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette against the backdrop of the glittering city skyline. It was Cory Krossroads, the very man whose voice had been a balm to my bruised heart during countless late-night studio sessions.

He was standing at the bar, the muscles in his back flexing as he reached for his drink, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something - or someone. Our gazes locked for a brief, electric moment before he offered me a crooked smile and sauntered over, the confidence in his stride undeniable.

"Nova, you look absolutely delicious, baby," he said, sliding into the booth across from me. The smoky timbre of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but return his smile. "Thank you," I replied, sipping my drink. "What brings you here tonight?"

We fell into an easy conversation, the whiskey loosening my tongue and the music soothing my jaded spirit. His eyes never strayed from mine, the unspoken question of what had happened between Artis and me. I know he wants to ask, but I'm sitting here praying that he doesn't. I don't want to speak about Artis right now. I'm single...since Artis decided to stick his dick into two other women who weren't me.

"You're too gorgeous to sit here all night, Nova baby," Cory said after a long stretch of silence. He stood and offered me his hand. "Come on."

With a nod of agreement, I followed him out of the bar and into the elevator, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a warm embrace. The tension between us was suffocating, a silent symphony playing a tune of desire that my body recognized all too well. When we reached the presidential suite, the grandeur of the space took my breath away. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city lights, and the soft glow of the pendant lamps cast a warm, seductive hue across the room.

I let him guide me to the plush ottoman on the edge of the sitting area. His touch was gentle yet firm as he removed my heels. His fingers magically worked the tension from my arches. My eyes fluttered close. "There you go, baby. Let me treat you." His long legs straddled the ottoman, sitting behind me. His fingers worked their magic, starting at the base of my neck and gliding down my spine, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. He paused for a moment, his breath hot on my skin as he whispered, "Let me take care of you." And with those words, he softly kissed my ear, my neck, my shoulders. Goosebumps raised all across my skin. "Cory." I moaned.

He began to massage my shoulders, his strong hands kneading the tension from my muscles, working their way down my arms and then back up again. His touch grew more deliberate as he moved down to my lower back, his thumbs pressing into the base of my spine with just the right amount of pressure. I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, my eyes fluttering closed as I leaned into the sensation.

His touch was electric, and it was all I could do to keep from backing my ass into his lap. But as his fingers danced closer to my breasts, my resolve began to waver. The memory of Artis's betrayal was a dull throb in my mind, but Cory's tender ministrations pushed it further and further away.

"You're so tense, baby," he murmured, his voice a sweet caress in the quiet room. "May I help you relax, Nova baby?" I nodded. "Yes, please."

With a gentle tug, Cory had me on my feet before I could protest—not that I was going to anyway. My zipper was lowered, the dress pooling at my ankles, leaving me in nothing but scraps of lace. His eyes traveled over my exposed skin, a blatant hunger in his gaze that had me trembling with need.

He stepped closer, his broad frame towering over me, and I couldn't help but tip my head back to meet his gaze. The warmth from his body was a stark contrast to the cool air conditioning, making me acutely aware of the heat we were generating together.

His hands began to roam, tracing the curves of my body with a reverence that had me melting under his touch. His fingers danced along the edges of my lace, teasing the sensitive skin just beneath, and I felt a pulse of arousal shoot through me. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear, his breath tickling my skin, as he kissed along my neck and shoulders. Each brush of his lips made my pussy contract, making me want to melt into him.

The heat of his body pressed against my back as his hands cupped my breasts, kneading gently, his thumbs flicking over my hardened nipples. A low moan escaped my lips, and he took it as an invitation, spinning me around to face him.

Our eyes locked, and I saw the raw need in his gaze, mirroring my own. Without a word, we crashed together, our mouths colliding in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. His tongue swept into my mouth, tangling with mine. I felt his hands slip beneath the lace to caress my bare flesh.

He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with passion, and took my hand in his, leading me towards the bedroom. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my heart hammering in my chest. As we approached the grand four-poster bed, the plush carpet muffled our footsteps, the velvet sheets a decadent promise of what was to come.

As we reached the bed, Cory stopped and turned to face me, his gaze dropping to my chest, where my breasts were heaving with every breath. "You're so beautiful, Nova," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I'm about to take my time with your sexy ass," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my voice lost to the tumult of emotions storming through me.

He reached behind me, unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. His gaze was locked on my breasts as they spilled into his waiting hands, his thumbs teasing my sensitive peaks, "Please don't stop." I moaned. He leaned in, his mouth capturing one nipple, his teeth grazing gently before he sucked, then lazily dragged his tongue to the other. "I don't plan on stopping this time," he said as his gaze bore into my soul.