Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Reader's Name: Sonia. Starring: Omari Hardwick as "James St. Patrick/Ghost" from Power.
♡♥︎♡
She stood before the full-length three-sided mirrors with her jet-black stiletto heels clicking onto the brown hardwood floors as her gaze narrowed at her satin black knee-length dress and her brown eyes shifted toward her husband stepping into the spacious bedroom, surrounded the married couple were the four walls painted in eggshell white, decorated with framed pictures of the couple and family, friends, his potent cologne mixed with her jasmine perfume wafting in the air. He pecked her shoulder lovingly.
"Hey, baby how are you?" James greeted warmly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rested his chin atop her right shoulder.
James looked into the mirror and made eye contact with her, noticing that something was weighing on her mind, although he couldn't read her thoughts.
"I'm good James, or should I say Ghost.." Sonia retorted sharply, her voice was filled with vemon. Carefully detangling herself from his arms.
He stared intently at her words as she swiftly spun on her heels, questioning how she could possibly be aware of that information. Despite Sonia and James tying the knot and starting a family, James aspired to abandon his criminal lifestyle without Tommy and Kanan.
However, unbeknownst to him, he continued his shady activities at the nightclub, mistakenly assuming Sonia was oblivious to his actions.
"What the hell did you just call me?" James spat, arching his brows at her as if he didn't know what she was talking about.
"You heard what the fuck I said! I know you're still working with Tommy at your club!" Sonia shot back, holding her arms in dismay.
Her voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt, her eyes welling up with tears. The realization of her husband's deception hit her like a ton of bricks, shattering the trust they had built over the years.
James's face contorted with a mixture of guilt and frustration. He had hoped to shield Sonia from the dangerous world he had once been a part of, but it seemed that his secrets had finally caught up with him. He took a step closer, reaching out to touch her arm gently.
"Sonia, I didn't want you to get involved in all of this. I was trying to protect you," he pleaded, his voice filled with remorse.
She pulled away from his touch, her eyes blazing with anger. "Protect me? By lying to me? By keeping secrets? James, we're supposed to be partners, but it feels like I don't even know who you are anymore."
Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She had always believed in their love, in their commitment to each other. But now, it seemed like everything she held dear was crumbling before her eyes.
"Sonia, I love you. I never wanted to hurt you. But I can't just walk away from this life. It's not that simple."
Her anger turned into a mix of frustration and sadness. "I understand that, James. But what about us? What about our family? Are we just collateral damage in your quest for power?"
He shook his head, "No, Sonia, you and our children mean everything to me. I never wanted any of this to affect you. I thought I could keep it separate, but I was wrong."
Sonia's shoulders slumped, the weight of the truth settling heavily upon her. She had always known that James had a dark past, but she had hoped that their love would be enough to overcome it. Now, she wasn't so sure.
"How about I make it up to you?"
♡♥︎♡
Her naked back pressed against the white plush armchair with Her hands gripped the armrests tightly and she arched her back further into his mouth, her loud moans echoed in the dimly lit room as her hips rolled rhythmically against his tongue and fingers, He positioned her legs on his shoulders, his tongue gliding over her wet folds between her thighs, and he expressed his pleasure with a satisfied groan in response to her essence trickling down his jawline. His knees rested on the brown hardwood floors.
After their big fight, it felt right for both of them to make up anyway. Obviously, she knew that this was bad with Ghost working in the drug game but for now, she just wanted to feel good. James's thumb rubbed her clit in circles. His fingers stroked in and out of her wet walls, her legs clasped around his head as he pried them open. "You taste so good baby, I'm sorry.." he muttered against her wet folds, his head swaying from side to side. "Shut the fuck up, James," she whined, cutting herself off with a chorus of moans, leaving a mess on the cushions below.
"Oh fuck! James!" she chanted, her hips grinding against his tongue again as pleasure coursed through her body from the vibration. Her slick walls clenched around his digits as her wetness flowed onto his tastebuds, he reached for her breasts with his hands kneading them slowly yet roughly. He knew just how to please her and touch her the right way, how could she leave him?
Sonia buried her face in the pillow beneath her with tears streaming down her face, his thumbs grazed over her erect nipples with every touch and her nails leave faint marks across the back of his neck, Her stomach tightened with a knot. "oh fuckk, I'm gonna cumm," she mewled to him. Her juices flowed freely onto his fingers and her legs shook weakly in his clutch.
James swiftly got up from the wooden floor, tidying up the mess using his tongue and adjusting his suit while she regained composure after her climax. He lifted her chin for a tender peck on her lips, "You know I love you right?" he replied with a streness in his tone.
With a deep sigh, she stood up from the couch and fixed her dress while hooked her arm around his. As the couple rushed towards the door, James courteously held the door open for his wife. "I am well aware of that, James," Sonia retorted, disdainfully glancing at him.
She knew being married to him came with trouble, money, and his lifestyle in the drug game but for now, she could only tolerate him for a little while. The kids loved their father but she didn't when she knew everything he told her was a lie, a cover-up for their so-called perfect life.
