Stacy
Darius walked through the door as I was boiling water for some eggs. I could at least do that without messing up. His mood was dark. His eyes locked on me, and he stormed over to me. He picked me up, urging me to wrap around him, and he buried his face in my neck.
“What’s wrong, Dary?”
“Someone slashed all my tires on my jeep.”
I gasped. I heard rustling by the door and saw Veri putting some bags down by the door. She waved, blew me a kiss and left.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, where is Mazy?”
“She’s not home from the boutique yet.”
“Okay. I need you.”
He kissed me hard. I moaned, losing myself in him. Darius was my anchor. He never failed to make me feel like I was his priority. Like I was his everything. He worships me as much as I do him. My love for him is all-con
