'Til Death by Dante Tori Page A

hundreds and showed them to Lo.
                  "How about now?"
                  "No," Lo said, with the same stern face. I looked at Culprit, who had a stale expression on his face. I walked up to Lo and leaned close to her ear.
                  "Come on; don’t make this nigga look lame doing this. We all get it; he hurt you, but somewhere I know you care. Please, just drop him off," I whispered to her. I leaned up and looked at her.
                  "Fine." They made their way to the car, and Culprit was walking like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. I shook my head and walked towards the 'Vette. Ciara got in and slammed the car door.
                  "Don’t slam the car door," I said.
                  "Just shut the fuck up and drop me off at home."
                  "Who the fuck you talking to?" I questioned, while smiling.
                  "You, Barren," Ciara answered, while looking at me.
                  "I guess you mad," I said, while laughing. I sped off, away from the curve.
                  "I moved."
                  "You sold the place?" I asked in shock while looking at her. She just shrugged her shoulders instead of responding to me.
                  “Where you stay?”
    Ciara told me she moved into this condo off of Parker. We drove over there in silence. I had said that when I had come back here, I was going to be done with Ciara. She was my wife, and I’d been with her for years. To say that I loved her was an understatement; it was more than love, and deeper. It was a lifestyle. Ciara was my lifestyle. I chose her, and I didn’t regret my decision. We could have made it work, but I was tired. She pointed to her place; it was the middle one. I walked to the door with her. Her porch light was on and something reflected off the light. I looked at her left hand, and I saw the wedding ring that I had bought her. She still wore it. I looked at my left hand. I had taken mine off my hand, and instead was wearing it on a chain around my neck. I walked in behind her and looked around. I walked deeper into the place and found this big-ass piano. Ciara always had been in love with pianos, but never knew how to play. I felt her watching my back. I sat down at the piano and began to play around with it until I got into the groove, then started playing our wedding song, “I Gotta Be,” by Jagged Edge.
                  "When did you learn how to play the piano?" Ciara asked me.
                  I knew she recognized the song. "When you’ve been gone for two years, you tend to pick up new hobbies." Ciara walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulders. Her hands traveled until they touched my chest. Her head rested on my shoulder. Ciara began kissing me on my neck, and I was trying to act like it didn’t faze me. Ciara took my earlobe in her mouth and began to suck on it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around on the piano bench, and kissed her passionately. Ciara sat down on my lap. I stood up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
                  "Where is your bedroom?"
                  "Upstairs to the left," Ciara said, in between kisses on my neck. I practically ran to her room. I laid her on her bed and began to undress her. I took off my clothes and climbed on top of her. I kissed her gently and flicked her lips with my tongue. I slipped my fingers between her legs and began to play with her clit. Her pussy was dripping wet. I inserted two fingers inside her and pressed my thumb on her clit.
                  "Damn . . ." Ciara moaned. I left her mouth and began to suck on her nipples. Ciara was squirming beneath me, but I was just getting started. I found her g-spot and began to apply more pressure on it.
                  "Fuck, Boan  . . ." I pulled my fingers out of her, and