Hey, book bae!
Here’s one last look into In His Possession 2 before it goes live tomorrow! Hmmm what can I say about this book? Well, for one thing, it focuses on all Black siblings. I wanted to give you the feels for them before we shift gears in 2022 with the Mayhem brothers. (Don’t worry, the Black siblings are still main characters, just not in the forefront.) It also has a couple of unexpected twists, so buckle up, and get ready for this wild yet loving ride!
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Assad
Once Maria was asleep, Assad made his way to his bedroom. Scarlett was already in bed, back turned in the opposite direction than usual. Every night, her chest was on his. Leg wrapped around him. Arm holding him tightly. Tonight, she was scrunched up in a ball almost on the edge of the bed—like that would keep him from touching her.
Sighing, Assad pulled his shirt over his head. “Do you want to talk about this tonight or in the morning?”
She smiled. “Now you want to talk?”
Assad nodded as he headed for the master bathroom. “I deserve that, but yes, I would like to discuss this tonight so we can sleep peacefully. If you don’t want to talk, I understand.”
After tossing the rest of his clothing into the dirty clothes basket, Assad cut on the shower and closed the glass door to give it time to heat and steam up. Looking his tattooed chest over in the mirror, he waited for Scarlett to decide. Whatever she was most comfortable with, they’d do.
Thankfully, Scarlett made her way inside the bathroom. She sat at the mauve vanity he’d gotten her. It was the only thing in the room that wasn’t black or gold. Assad had given her full permission to change the décor up any way she saw fit, but Scarlett loved what he’d done with the estate. She said it fit him perfectly and she didn’t want to change that.
Along with the mauve vanity, the only other thing Scarlett wanted was to add plants in every room and Assad had no problem giving her that.
“I get that what happens with Maria is between you and her mother, but when I become your wife, I need your word that you won’t shut me out like this.” She paused, running her hands up and down her bare thighs. The brown silk gown she had on was short as hell, barely covering her fat ass cheeks, and Assad was trying his hardest not to lower his eyes between her legs to look at that pretty pink pussy. “It’s a lot of shit going on right now, and I was worried sick about you. You weren’t answering anyone’s calls, and I didn’t know what the hell was going on with you. If you don’t want to go into detail about what you’re doing or what’s bothering you, I’m okay with that, but please, respect me enough to communicate the fact that you don’t want to communicate at that moment. I can’t be left in the dark like that again, Assad.”
Making his way over to her, Assad squatted and took her hands into his. She looked down at him with those beautiful honey-colored eyes and his heart turned to mush.
“I apologize for not communicating with you. There was no excuse for that, but it wasn’t personal. When I’m upset, I shut down, but I will make it up to you.” He kissed both of her hands. “And you’re right, what happens with Maria is between me and her mother, but you’re an extension of me, so you’re included in it too. I have to be mindful of that and include you, but I want you active in my daughter’s life. She has grown so attached to you and I know you love her like she is your own. Jessica and I may make decisions for Maria in general, but I will always discuss things with you when it concerns our household. I don’t want today to make you think I don’t value your place in her life.”
“I know you didn’t intentionally leave me out. I just don’t want you to make a habit out of that. We’re partners and I want it to stay that way. No matter what you have going on, you don’t have to deal with it alone anymore, okay? I will always be by your side.”
This.
This was one of the most beautiful parts of their union.
The partnership.
The partnership he hadn’t been blessed to see his mother and father have.
No matter how used to handling shit on his own Assad was, Scarlett always reminded him with respect, love, and grace that didn’t have to be the case anymore. At times, it was hard as fuck releasing the independent mentality he’d garnered over the years. Being in control and responsible of an entire multi-million-dollar organization intensified that. More than anything, it was a means of self-preservation. One that kept him from being disappointed when motherfuckers were inconsistent or walked out of his life altogether.
But not Scarlett.
From day one she’d wholeheartedly accepted him and shown him what God meant with the act of two becoming one.
It would take mindfulness for him to remember he wasn’t doing this shit alone anymore, but Assad was willing to actively practice it. Having her by his side provided a peace and rest that Assad hadn’t been able to experience with any other woman in his life, and he wouldn’t allow anything, not even himself, to ruin that.