CHAPTER 39
Chancelor
The baddest bitch in all of Atlanta was worth his wait. Chancelor grinned, admiring—more like lusting for—Elite. He wasn’t the only one. Surveying the room, he caught a few men and females checking out his woman’s body.
Yesterday he’d gotten a haircut, manicure, and pedicure. This morning he’d shaved, scrubbed his balls and the crack of his ass, and cleansed his dick thoroughly. He’d added a spritz of sandalwood cologne to his genital area. Chancelor didn’t want to give Elite any reasons to reject him.
“Sky blue is my favorite color. Did you know that?” he asked, placing his hands on her waist.
The fitted dress was a second skin, smooth to the touch. The halter plunged down almost to her navel. Her nipples protruded. Chancelor could hardly wait to bite them. If he hugged her again, the way he’d done when she first entered, he’d feel the firmness brush against his chest.
Elite planted the sweetest spearmint kiss on his lips. “Of course, I know. That’s why I wore it.” She kissed him again.
Sliding his hand down her spine, he cautioned himself not to disrespect her the way Tracy had done him. Elite’s ass sat higher than Tracy’s. Waist was smaller. Titties were huge. He didn’t care if every inch of Elite was manufactured off of an assembly line straight out of the Dominican Republic. He loved it and her.
“I’ma spoil you,” he said as they sampled the Cabernet at the black-owned winery in Avondale Estates. “Purple Corkscrew was a great recommendation. Your mama named you right. You have exquisite taste.”
Chancelor gently touched her ass with one hand. Pulled her closer and inhaled. Elite’s breath was minty and fresh. A cool breeze went up his nostrils. The experience was nothing like Tracy’s. He snickered at the thought of how Tracy had cleared the entire church after opening her stinky mouth.
“What made you post on ChristianFornicators?” she inquired.
He loved that she hadn’t backed away or moved his hand. “I’m looking to take a lucky lady off of the market. Settle down. Get married. Start a family.”
Really? Are her lips pressed against mine again? Damn. They are.
Chancelor closed his eyes, opened his mouth. Suddenly all he felt was air. Looking at Elite, he realized her nose almost touched his. But her mouth didn’t. If he puckered, he could reconnect.
“I want a man like you to stuff me with twins.” Sliding her hand between them, she rubbed her stomach. “I only plan on being pregnant once.” Stepping back, Elite created a gap wide enough for a child to separate them.
Like me? “Why not me?” he questioned. “We’d make the perfect power couple.”
Swirling the next sample of merlot, she told him, “It’s not your fault. My standards are too high for you.”
How could she draw that conclusion? “Explain yourself.”
“See that comment. You’re doubting yourself,” she said. “That’s inconsiderate of you.”
Chancelor frowned, then replied, “No, I’m not doubting myself at all. I know what I’m capable of.” Wanting to back away from Elite, he couldn’t. His back was to the bar.
“Now you’re defensive. You know men think having a baby is easy. Y’all not responsible after you get the pussy. Most of the men I meet want to be head of household, but they don’t want to be husband and father to their family,” she said. “I need a real man. Like you.”
Like? What the fuck did she think he was? He kissed Elite, then reassured her, “I am your guy.”
“Prove it. CashApp me a push gift deposit right now. A grand if you want to be exclusive. Ten thousand for a deposit to snap this body back, if you want me to have your baby. And five hundred if you just want a fuck buddy now and then.” Elite turned her back to him. Backed her ass up to his dick. “I’ll give you a minute to think about what you should already know the answer to.”
“I’m not looking for a whore,” Chancelor lamented in her ear.
“And I’m not interested in a broke man who thinks after dinner his dick is dessert. I can have any man I want, but what Elite,” she said, referring to herself in the third person, “will never do is suck broke or cheap dick.”
Chancelor wasn’t willing to lose the investment he’d already made. “Why don’t we see if we’re compatible first.”
She responded, “Cool with me, Daddy. But I haven’t received your funds.”
Her ass was tight. His dick was hard. Chancelor imagined lifting her dress and penetrating her at the tasting while holding on to her breasts. The guys who were still periodically staring at Elite could cheer him on.
“Add this to the five I already gave you?” He sent Elite her minimum. “Now we officially go together.”
Victoria had to cancel the spell she’d put on Tracy. How else was Tracy going to see his new woman?
Elite pulled out her cell, started typing. Facing him, she asked, “What type of woman do you honestly want?”
Fed up with her head games, he felt his dick go limp. “Let’s just enjoy the moment, then cap the date off at my place, where I can answer any other questions that you have.”
A tall, handsome dude entered the room. He approached Elite. “You ready, babe?” he asked Elite, taking her hand into his.
“It was nice meeting you, Chancelor,” she said as though she wasn’t his date.
“Hey, man,” Chancelor said, tapping the guy on the back. “You owe me a grand or you need to keep walking without my woman. I bought her.”
The man stopped. “Excuse me for a minute, baby,” he told Elite, then turned to Chancelor. Speaking in a low, deep tone, he said, “You’re disrespecting my girl. You want to repeat that?”
He could be brave, but doubted he’d be Elite’s hero even if he won the battle for her. Was this a new kind of pimps-up ho stroll where females no longer had to fuck for food or funds?
Chancelor left. Got in his car and drove away. He might as well take Tracy back if he had to deal with this bullshit. Parking a half mile away from Tracy’s home, Chancelor set up his drone.
Having it hover over Tracy’s place, Chancelor lowered the drone outside her bedroom window. Tracy was naked, on all fours, on her mattress.
“What the hell?”
He zoomed in closer on the guy’s face, then scanned down to dude’s dick. Watching him slide all of his sausage inside of Tracy. Her mouth was closed, but her ass was wide open.
Chancelor yelled, “Stop right there!”
As though she’d heard him, Tracy looked toward the window. Her mouth opened wide. Dude scrambled to get up. Hopping on one foot, he stumbled into his pants, one leg, then the other. He pinched his nostrils before running out of Tracy’s home.
Chancelor laughed so hard, his drone crashed into Tracy’s window.