Kailani & Bishop: A Case of the Exes Read Online Free PDF Page A

international business, investor. We talked about our pasts and our childhoods. He’d lost his mother when he was a baby. I lost mine when I was fifteen. So, we had that in common. He never knew his father. I knew mine and he was one of my best friends until my mom died. I guessed when his role as a father and mother had to be played things changed between us, but when I moved out, we got close again.
    I couldn’t lie, we were vibing surprisingly well. Even when we weren’t talking our silence spoke volumes. He was a really cool nigga. He was hard but soft with me. He’d even cut his phone off and made it all about me. I appreciated that because that let me know that he valued and appreciated being able to spend time with me. He wanted to take me out to dinner, but I told him I’d much rather just chill at the house and cook him dinner. He couldn’t believe that I was offering to actually cook him dinner. Guess he wasn’t used to that. We’d stopped by the grocery store and picked up a few things that I needed to make my favorite meal – chicken fettuccine Alfredo, Caesar salad and garlic bread.
    After going through my wine and alcohol collection, he pulled out a bottle of Chardonnay and poured us a glass as he watched me cook. Literally. He didn’t talk. I sang and danced around the kitchen as I normally did and he just watched me. Taking all of me in. Finally, breaking the silence, I walked over to him with a spoon of my Alfredo sauce for him to taste before mixing in my chicken and pasta.
    “Taste.”
    “I’d rather taste you,” he replied with that smile that I was growing used to.
    “Taste the sauce, nigga,” I replied with a smile.
    Nigga didn’t know what type of effect he had on me. I’d already changed my panties once since getting home because he had me so wet. I fed it to him and he moaned in pleasure before looking at me surprised. I guess he didn’t believe I could cook because I was so small. I loved to eat. My metabolism was just fast, I guess.
    “That’s good, Lani.”
    Lani. I loved when he said my name in any form. Everyone else called me Kai, but this nigga had to be different and call me Lani.
    “Good,” I replied, trying to turn around and walk away, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into him. Resting me on his chest and between his legs, I was hoping I didn’t feel his dick poking me because I really wouldn’t be able to handle it at this point.
    “Now that I’ve tasted your sauce you need to let me taste your juice,” he whispered in my ear.
    My nipples were on hard immediately. I couldn’t even say anything. I just covered his arms with mine and removed myself from his grip. I needed to breathe. Nigga was all in my space, making me feel all types of ways. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all.
    “You hear me, Lani?” he asked as if it was possible for me not to.
    I nodded yeah as I mixed the pasta and chicken in with the sauce.
    “Then, why you ignoring me? I don’t like to be ignored.”
    “I ain’t tryna talk about that with you.”
    “Then, say that. Don’t ignore me.”
    “Fine. I don’t want to talk about that.”
    “You don’t have a choice.”
    Stopping what I was doing, I turned and looked at him as he sat calmly and patiently. He just didn’t know. I may have looked cool, calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, I was a nervous wreck.
    “Bishop…”
    “Just let me taste it.”
    “No, Perv. What would Ashley think?”
    “Fuck what Ashley think. Told you I’m single.”
    I was never one to turn down head simply because I never let a man penetrate me, but I was scared of Bishop. I didn’t trust myself with him. Making sure I’d turned everything on the stove off, I walked back towards the table to take a sip of my wine.
    “I hear ya,” I replied finally. I did just didn’t believe him.
    “Let’s get something straight right now.” He stood and walked over to me. Getting so close, I tried to take a step