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The annual card night at Broderick’s house was the usual thing with strippers dancing, a bartender sending endless shots to our table and Jordan losing money left and right.
“I fold, fuck!” Jordan shouted and threw his cards down.
Laughing at the expression on Jordan’s face, I took a shot from the waitress and placed another bet.
“So, Xavier, how’s it going with buying the fitness studio?” Broderick asked, shuffling the cards.
“I signed the papers last week; just waiting on few things. Old man George is excited to finally retire and leave the building to me.”
“Nice, I have a few clients looking to join; let me know when they can come in for a consultation. Did I mention they’re both hot with a large ass and tits?” Broderick joked, smacking a girl on the butt as she walked by.
“I’m good on the dating front,” I responded.
“Ohhhh!” Everyone at the table replied at the same time.
“Don’t tell me Xavier Hardy has finally settled down with one woman,” Broderick said.
“I have, and she’s the best thing that has ever happened to me,” I answered, slamming the shot glass of whiskey down. I replayed in my mind the night before with Chesley, legs spread wide as my head was buried between her legs as I ate her sweet pussy.
“How’s the pussy?” Broderick questioned.
“Alright, change the subject,” Jordan responded.
“What, it has to be the best pussy and head in the world to make him monogamous,” Broderick remarked.
Jordan looked at Broderick with a scowl on his face ready to beat his ass for talking about Chelsey.
“I’m dating Chelsey, man,” I said, getting up to grab another beer.
A stripper came over and sat in Jordan’s lap, she placed a cigar between his lips and lit it.
“Chelsey, little Peanut, his sister?” Broderick asked, pointing at Jordan.
“Leave my sister out of this conversation,” Jordan stated.
“Wait a minute, you’re busting down thick ass Chelsey? Damn, if I knew she was up for dating, I would have given her a shot,” Broderick joked.
“I suggest you keep your thoughts about anything pertaining to Chelsey to yourself. I’d hate to have to kick your ass in your own home,” I demanded, smacking him on the back of the head and sitting back down in my chair.
“Somebody gets testy when Chelsey’s name comes up. Sorry, bro. We'll keep our thoughts to ourselves,” Broderick responded, as he kissed one of the waitresses on the cheek. Standing up, he took her by the hand, to lead her upstairs to the bedroom.
Most of his parties left us with a choice of picking up a woman and taking her to bed and having all our wildest dreams come to life. But tonight, was the last time of me coming to game night, and I could see Jordan not wanting to be here anymore than I was.
“Are you ready to take off? I need to go talk with your father before I see Chelsey.”
“So, my Pop still hasn’t given you his blessing?” Jordan asked as we walked out of the house toward our cars to leave.
Getting inside, I put the key in the ignition and rolled the window down. “If I can handle my parents fighting and divorcing, I can handle your father not approving of us dating. It won’t stop anything between us; she knows I love her.” I answered and started the car, honked my horn and pulled off.
Thirty minutes later, I pulled up at the home of Chelsey’s parents. Knocking on the door, I waited for someone to answer.
“Xavier, what are you doing here?” Lily the housekeeper asked.
“How are you, Lily? I came to talk to Gerald if he’s home,” I replied.
She opened the door, and I walked inside and waited. She motioned at me, and we walked to his office. I knocked and waited for him to respond.
“It’s open!” Gerald shouted and waved for me to take a seat in front of his desk.
“How are you, Mr. Hayden?” I asked.
Tossing paperwork inside his desk, Gerald stood and walked around to his bar and poured himself a drink and offered me a drink. Still feeling the effects of drinking at Broderick’s house I motioned I was fine.
“Son, I know why you’re here, and I have to tell you my mind hasn’t changed. Chelsey needs to date someone that has the same pedigree as our family. We run in different circles, and I expect Chelsey to live up to what I’ve envisioned for her future husband.”
“Even if it means she’s not happy? Because if you keep pushing your ideas on what and who she should be, you’ll end up losing her altogether.”
“I can promise Chelsey will never disobey me. In time, she will understand. Have you spoken with your parents lately?” Gerald inquired and sat back down at this desk.
“I don’t keep up with my father, Mom is doing great though, and she sends her love.”
“Sounds like he’s still up to his old tricks of gambling, and we both know with your father having his hands in ‘illegal activities’, I don’t want my daughter around anyone that can get hurt with him around.” Gerald said.
Getting upset at the mention of my father's name in the same sentence as Chelsey's was pissing me off. I haven’t talked to my father in over a year, and he has nothing to do with Chelsey and me.
“We can agree on that fact Mr. Hayden; my father has nothing to do with what’s going on in my life. Soon Chelsey will meet my mom, and hopefully, we can have your blessing. I can promise you I’ll always put your daughter first; I’m not leaving her and breaking her heart because you think I’m not the standard you expect a man to be when dating Chelsey. I have my own business now; I’m not rich, but I can take care of her. We both know Chelsey is independent and has her own mind; she doesn’t need any man to take care of her.”
I reached over to shake his hand as I made eye contact and he nodded and shook my hand. Taking this as a sign that we understand each other, I left to surprise Chelsey at home.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled into her driveway. I shut off my car and grabbed the flowers to take inside. I put the key inside the door and walked inside to the smell of food cooking and low music playing.
“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight,” Chelsey said walking over to hug and kiss me.
“These are for you.”
“Thanks, baby, how was game night?” Chelsey asked, taking the flowers into the kitchen and placing them into a vase filled with water.
“It was uneventful; I was ready to get back to you.”
“Xavier, it’s me you’re talking to; we both know how those parties go and you just left without attempting to do anything?” Chelsey said, her arched brow furrowed in a questioning manner.
“You’re the only one that can please me and besides I needed to talk with your father about us,” I replied.
“How did that conversation go?” She leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled her in tighter and squeezed her ass.
“It went as expected; he wants you dating guys with money and security. I told him that we’re not breaking up and hopefully, we can coexist because I’d hate for him to miss out on your life.”
We sat down at the dinner table and continued talking about our issues with both our parents. Chelsey gripped my hand and squeezed while giving me a disappointed look at the mention of her father not budging on us being together.
“Things will work out over time, Peanut,” I joked to lighten the mood.
“How is the construction on the gym going?”
“We’re about two-thirds finished. I need to upgrade a few pieces of equipment, and then we'll be set to go for an official opening. I can’t wait to christen the equipment with you underneath me screaming my name with my dick inside you.”
“As long as you let me ride your face first while I do downward dog,” Chelsey joked.
“Babe, don’t forget we have dinner plans with my mom tomorrow,” I reminded Chelsey as she picked up our plates to take them into the kitchen. I grabbed our wine glasses and helped to clean up the kitchen.
“I didn’t forget; I was going to ask you what I should wear. She hasn’t seen me as your girlfriend only as Jordan’s little sister. Should I bring her a gift or something?” Chelsey asked.
Chelsey washed the dishes as I dried, and we walked into her bedroom to get comfortable. Not up to playing tonight, only holding Chelsey in my arms would soothe my frustrations.
“I’m hopping in the shower; would you like to join me?” Chelsey asked, taking her shirt and bra off, and letting it fall to the ground. My dick hardened and poked through my pants at Chelsey standing in front of me holding her breasts. Keeping to my word, I wasn’t going to give in to my desires tonight. We both had a long day.
“You go first; I’ll only be a distraction for you.”
“If you say so,” Chelsey responded cheekily, as she leaned down and kissed my lips.