Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
I turned to Emily.
She watched Harlem jump and bounce around. A smile spread across her face.
Relief spread through me. This pre-dawn stroll appeared to be working it's magic, but I knew this wouldn't cure everything.
She looked my way. “Tell me. . .what else happened.”
“The details are gruesome.”
The smile left her face. “I still need to know.”
And that was what we did as we walked along this beach that seemed endless. I told her about the moment she changed to Lunita, our small tussle, the cutting, the chant about Jesus, and even that we got naked organizing body parts.
When I finished, she shook her head in disbelief. “I don't remember. Not even one moment of this.”
“It wasn't you.”
She sighed.
“And. . .” I cleared my throat. A strange feeling came over me. Perhaps, it was awkwardness. Something I was not used to at all. “Lunita wanted to have sex.”
Emily tensed near me and looked at the sand. “So?”
“I didn't know the proper. . .behavior for this situation. And. . .you have been hurt. . .violated. . .”
She directed her view to me. “Did you fuck her or not?”
I shook my head. “I didn't think it would be right.”
She stopped us, turned my way, and hugged me hard.
“You didn't want me to have sex with her?”
“I don't know what I want.” She leaned against my chest. “Besides the fact that I wish she didn't exist.”
I held her closer.
Emily lifted her view to me. “But. . .”
“What?”
“Did you want to fuck her?”
“Mysh. . .”
She blinked.
“It's your body. Your breasts. Your thighs and sexy legs. Your pussy. Your soft ass.”
She leaned back against me.
“Of course I wanted to have sex. But. . .what also stopped me was that. . .it appears I don't just want to fuck your body. I want your mind, your spirit, your personality gripping my cock too. And in the end, Lunita. . .is not you.”
“Still, she feels like another woman in our relationship.”
“Tell me what you want me to do next time she comes.”
Emily let go of me and stepped back. “There won't be a next time.”
I pursed my lips together.
“I'm just. . .not letting her come back. I can control this. I can make sure she doesn't come back.” Emily walked off. “I can. . .I can just not be triggered or whatever. There's got to be something. You said that she claimed she only comes when I’m sad and suffering so. . .I won’t be sad.”
I followed her. “You probably could, but—”
“Not probably, Kaz. I must. We have a baby on the way.”
“We need professionals—”
“Yes.” She bobbed her head. “I want to see somebody. Maybe, tons of people. I don't want to be like this. I want a cure or a method or something.”
“We have a pussy doctor. We'll get one for your head.”
Emily slowed her walking and rolled her eyes at me. “Kaz, Dr. Stovall is an obstetrician, not a pussy doctor.”
“Same thing.”
“It is not.”
“How?”
“One is a crass way to describe the field and the other term is the proper way to say it.”
“Regardless, we will get the best doctor for your head.”
“Yes.” She walked off, looking cheered up and even determined. “This can be fixed. Maybe. . .or. . .no. It can be solved. . .I won't accept anything else. And, until we find somebody, I'll control it.”
“And if you can't, then—”
“No. There is no can't. This must be controlled.”
My stomach tightened, but I chose not to argue. If Emily believed she could control it, then I would follow her down that rabbit hole.
Anything that she needed I would provide.
In silence, we continued on.
Now, the hotel loomed far behind us, and we walked on the more public parts of the beach where there were empty lifeguard stations and piles of chairs chained and stacked haphazardly along the beach.
Our men followed us at a steady pace, staying at least a hundred feet back or in front of us. They were a moving perimeter of security, monitoring the area and ready to protect us if necessary.
Meanwhile, Harlem embarked on a journey of sniffing and urinating in spots to mark his territory.
Emily whispered, “Let's sit down somewhere. I'm tired of walking, but. . .I don't want to go back yet. . .”
“Do you want to sit on the beach?” I began to take off my robe so we could sit on the sand.
She pointed to an empty lifeguard station near us. “Do you think we could go there? I see two chairs.”
“Mysh, you are with the Lion. We can go anywhere we want to.”
She chuckled. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lion. I forgot who I was walking with for a moment.”
“Never forget.” I kissed her cheek and guided us in that direction.
The lifeguard station was white and rose high in the air. A long ramp went up to the station's high level. There was a small rectangular room with glass walls as well as an elevated platform that wrapped around the tower and provided a 360 degree view.