Chapter 1
"My mom would say you're a bad influence on me," Amira said, lying flat on her stomach.
"Does she not approve of you having tattoos?"
"It's not that she doesn't approve; she just finds them unnecessary."
"Hmmm, so she finds me unnecessary?"
"No, Rowan, that's not what I meant," Amira laughed. "She doesn't mind your tattoos at all. I mean, you saw how she reacted when you two first met. She was shocked as hell, but she was more fascinated than anything."
"Right," Rowan nodded, cleaning the fresh tattoo. He then shuffled back to let her look, and Amira made her way to the mirror.
"Oh, I like it." She stood with her back to the glass, glancing over her shoulder.
"You can't even see it." He quickly got up and went to her. "Turn around." He pulled his phone out and took a picture, zooming in to let her see.
"It's sexy," he voiced, satisfied with the spine tattoo. It stretched from the nape of her neck to just above her ass. Rowan free-handed the entire piece—combining ideas Amira gave him while also incorporating things from his own imagination. Rowan was impressed by how well she sat. Her pain tolerance was far better than most men twice her age.
"Thank you." She stood on her tippy toes and gave Rowan a few pecks on his lips.
"No problem." He thumbed her chin before retreating to his chair. He then proceeded to clean his station as he watched her. Tattooing was always a passion of his, and he was extremely good at it. Rowan used to do it part-time, but now he simply enjoyed sharing his craft with Amira.
"I love it," Amira voiced once she was done looking in the mirror. Rowan then applied some ointment to her skin and covered her tattoo in a thin transparent wrap called saniderm. And they left his shop shortly after and got something to eat.
Later that night, Camila called Amira up with last-minute plans. She wanted to know if Amira was free to go out tonight. Amira was hesitant, but she only agreed under two conditions: she wouldn't drink and she wouldn't stay out for more than a few hours.
They went to a lounge and had a bit of fun. Now fast forward sometime later, Amira arrived at Rowan's house around twelve-thirty in the morning. She entered his home through the garage and quietly made her way upstairs. She wasn't sure if Rowan was still awake—it was late, and she never mentioned what time she would be back.
Amira crept into his room, carefully dropping her shoes and purse by the door. She then shuffled over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and flicking on the light. She removed her clothes, threw on her bonnet, and stepped into the shower. When she was done, she grabbed one of Rowan's shirts and crawled into bed.
"Did you have fun?" He questioned, barely audible.
"It was alright," Amira responded, resting her head on his chest.
"How's your back?"
"It's good. That little wrap thingy is keeping it secured. It doesn't hurt or anything, but go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you."
"You didn't wake me. I was waiting on you," he replied, causing Amira to snort at his words.
"Please, you were knocked out."
"Because you took so long."
"I know. My bad." Amira threw her leg over his body and got comfortable. Rowan only hummed in response, and they both fell asleep soon after.
Hours later, long after the sun had come up, Rowan tried to get out of bed when Amira's limbs made it nearly impossible for him to do so. He had not moved the entire night, but Amira, on the other hand, was a restless sleeper. She often changed positions like clockwork. She also liked to cling to him, almost as if she was trying to worm her way inside his skin.
Rowan managed to sit up before Amira stirred awake. "Where are you going?" She whispered.
"I need to piss."
"You can't hold it?" She teased. Rowan shook his head, getting up once Amira turned on her side. She tried to go back to sleep, but Rowan soon returned and tugged her to the edge of the bed.
"It's already past nine," he told her.
"Okay? It's Saturday, we have nothing to do but stay in bed all day."
"I have some business to take care of," he replied, hovering over her.
"Business? On a Saturday?"
"Yes. I finally found a contractor to renovate and remodel the new club for me."
"Really? Already?" She gasped in shock.
"It's been well over a month. I could've had the tedious shit done if I hadn't taken so long to find someone." Rowan then leaned down to kiss Amira, but she placed her hand over her mouth to stop him.
"I haven't brushed my teeth yet," she blurted out. Rowan furrowed his brows before nudging her hand away.
"What did I tell you about—"
"I know, but—"
"A little morning breath won't kill me. Your farts smell worse."
"Rowan!" Amira gasped in shock. "It happened once, and it was your fault," she pushed at his chest. "You said you wouldn't bring that up again, especially since it was an accident."
"I know, but it's funny seeing you sweat over nothing."
"It's not funny, it's embarrassing." Rowan leaned down once again and attempted to kiss Amira, but she turned her head to evade his lips. She then shrieked when he grabbed her face.
"Stop playing with me."
"Okay, okay, I'm done." She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him flush against her body. Amira then kissed him, making sure to run her tongue over his lips.
"Happy?" She sassed, rolling her eyes. She knew the action would elicit a reaction out of Rowan, but she didn't care. She had time to fuck around this morning, even if it meant her getting in trouble.
"Or would you like me to spit in your mouth? I bet my saliva would taste even better."
"I bet it would," he replied, thrusting his bulge against her bare pussy. He hadn't planned on getting his dick wet this morning, but Amira was just too tempting.
"I thought you had somewhere to be?"
"Yes, inside you," he chuckled, grinding his pelvis into her. Amira moaned at the sensation, slowly rolling her hips to match his pace.
"Is that a problem?" He questioned, his cock now fully erect and begging to be let out. Amira said nothing, but Rowan freed himself anyway, swiftly entering her.
"Fuck." She jerked at the intrusion, and she tensed even more when Rowan raised her legs and pinned them on either side of her head.
"Too much?" He asked, his tone rather playful as he rocked into her. Amira only winced and palmed at his chest.
"What about now?" He went deeper, and Amira covered her mouth to stifle a loud moan. She was caught between wanting to push Rowan out, wanting to play hard to get, and wanting to give in and let him dominate her.
"Answer me," he insisted, but Amira kept quiet. Rowan then nudged her hand away from her face. And she barely had time to register what he was doing before he pulled out and then forcefully rocked back into her. The force of his thrust shook the bed while simultaneously knocking the breath from Amira's body.
Rowan did it again, and she convulsed as she tried to halt his movements. "Fuck, Rowan," she whined.
"Too much?" He repeated, expecting to hear an answer this time.
Rowan smirked when she whispered a soft yes. He then pulled completely out, and Amira went to close her legs when he snuck a quick slap to her clit. The sharp sting of his knuckles made Amira gasp as she covered her pussy.
"Get up. I need to be at the club by eleven," he voiced, walking away.
It took Amira a second to get herself together, and she couldn't stop smiling once she did. It didn't matter whether Rowan wanted to make love to her pussy, brutalize it, or leave it unsatisfied, she would always be wet for him. And the arousal soaking her fingers was a clear indication of that.
An hour later...
Rowan met with his contractor first. Then he showed both Amira and his contractor the new building. Rowan had months of work ahead of him, but a contractor was necessary in the sense that they took all the stress off of him. A contractor takes care of just about everything—permits, contracts, materials, labor, and much more. All Rowan had to do going forward was make sure his money was in order and to have a pen ready whenever he had to sign paperwork.
"This is nice," Amira complimented. She could already see Rowan's vision, and it excited her.
"I'll show you the 3D design later."
"Okay," she nodded. Amira then excused herself as Rowan continued talking with the contractor. He was in work mode, so she didn't want to get in his way too much.
