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  Fall Knee-Deep In It

  Monica Walters

  B. Love Publications

  Copyright © 2020 by Monica Walters

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Other Titles by Monica Walters

  Introduction

  Hello, Readers!

  Thank you for purchasing and/or downloading this book. This book contains EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, LEWD SEX SCENES, and MOMENTS OF DEPRESSION. If any of the previously mentioned offend you or serve as triggers for unpleasant times, please do not read.

  Also, please remember that your reality isn’t everyone else’s reality. What may seem unrealistic to you could be very real for someone else. But also keep in mind that, despite the previously mentioned, this is a fictional story.

  If you are okay with the previously mentioned warnings, I hope that you enjoy the story of Yuri and Maverick.

  Monica

  Chapter One

  Yuri

  If anybody walked in on me right now, they would swear that I was drunk off my ass. I’d passed out on the couch as soon as I walked in the door. It had been a long-ass day at the massage parlor, and I was happy as hell that we were closed tomorrow. Our owner was a very religious woman, so we were closed on Sundays. Who was I to object? Glory be to God. But Saturdays were our busiest days, due to that being an off day for a lot of people. I’d experience hell on Saturdays just to give God glory on Sundays. Ugh.

  After I laid on the couch for what I deemed was long enough, I went to the bathroom to run a hot bath, then went back to the kitchen to make sure the roast was cooked. I’d left it in the crockpot while I was at work. That damn pot was one of the best investments I’d ever made. It saved me so much time. I’d made the sides last night and I just had to warm them. Rocco would be home in an hour, and I didn’t feel like hearing his mouth. He worked on Saturdays as well, and thankfully, Sundays, too.

  We’d been together for three years and had decided to move in together almost a year ago, only for me to realize that he got on my last nerve. His ass was walking the mile and didn’t even know that shit. I’d stared at him in his sleep several nights, contemplating taking his ass right outta here. I’d envisioned knocking him the fuck out with a cast iron skillet, setting his ass on fire, and just slicing his ass up like I was a sous-chef, chopping vegetables. This lease couldn’t be over quick enough. As soon as it was, I was walking away from his trifling ass.

  I knew if I left now, he would ruin my damn credit and walk away from this apartment, too, breaking the lease. As long as I was here, his ass wouldn’t leave. A month and a half and I’d be delivered! We argued almost every day, and I was beyond sick of it. That shit started two months ago when he thought I was cheating. It turned out I had a fucking stalker. He’d been one of my clients who couldn’t seem to keep his thoughts and desires subdued. He was constantly calling me from unknown numbers and sending dick pictures.

  When he upgraded to following me around, that was when he got caught and I found out who he was. I was beyond disgusted. However, seeing those dick pictures let me know that the shit Rocco called a dick was lacking. I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I met him, but that shit let me know that I’d been lacking since my first sexual encounter at twenty years old. Rocco had seen me open the picture message and swore I knew who it was. I could understand his doubts, but we’d been together over two years at that point and I didn’t have a reason to step out on him.

  My co-worker-turned-friend told me that he refused to believe me because he was probably doing some nasty-ass shit behind my back. Maybe that was why his dick was lacking. He was giving the best of him to somebody else. I hated that those thoughts plagued me. It felt like I was in prison living here with him, constantly being mentally tortured. He’d never physically abused me, but the verbal abuse was more than enough.

  After I turned the crockpot off, I went to soak in my bath for a little while, using a CBD-infused tea bag that I’d gotten from an online store called Ladybug Novelties. It eased the tension out of my body. Rubbing on people all day was a job, but it was also my passion. Hearing the moans emit from people’s lips, men and women alike, made me smile. Knowing that I made them feel better physically, and sometimes mentally, was the greatest reward.

  As I sipped my wine, I exhaled slowly, knowing this was just what I needed. The masseuse needed to be rubbed on at times, too, but I only had time on Sundays. Most places were closed on Sundays. So, I did what I could for myself. Every now and then, I took a muscle relaxer and slept most of the day away. That wasn’t the best option, but it worked for now. Lying my head back on my tub, I closed my eyes, hoping that Rocco would act like he had some sense today.

  As I got out of the bathtub, I stared at my six-foot-one-inch frame and admired everything about it… from the top of my head of curls to the white polish on my toenails. It was important that I did that. On a daily basis, I heard, Damn, you’re tall! You should be an athlete! Athletics didn’t have my heart, though. I went to college on a volleyball scholarship, but playing didn’t give me the feeling that being a masseuse did, so I walked away from it. My parents were upset that I’d turned down the opportunity to play for the country in the Olympics, but I was burnt out by that time. I just wanted to finish school and get away from it.

  Once I was dressed in tight shorts and a t-shirt and had pulled my hair into a high bun, I made my way to the kitchen to start warming the food I’d cooked last night. Turning on music, I jammed to Earth Wind and Fire’s “Let’s Groove,” then got plates out. I was a fan of old school music. There was some current music that I liked, but there was nothing like the music from the seventies to the nineties. Rap was usually out of the question, unless it was J. Cole or D Smoke.

  Just as I put Rocco’s plate in the microwave, he walked through the door. He worked for a contractor at one of the local refineries. I hated when he took jobs like that. The refinery could terminate their contract at any time, and he would be without a job. That happened a month after we moved in together. But of course, I held him down while he tried to find something else. “Hey, Yuri. It smells good.”

  “Hey. Thanks.”

  He came over to me and kissed my lips, then said, “I’m gonna go take a shower. I worked like a Hebrew slave today.”

  “Okay.”

  They needed to work the dog piss out of his ass every day, so he could be too tired to clown when he got home. He looked completely worn out. I smiled to myself because I knew he would be going straight to bed once he ate. I poured him a glass of iced tea and put another minute on his food. He loved roast with potatoes and carrots, so I’d done that with green beans and rice. Most times, I cooked what he liked so I wouldn’t have to hear his mouth. He loved rice, although, I did my best not to indulge in it too much. I was just buying my time.

  By the time I’d set his food on the warmer and taken mine from the microwave and set the table, he was coming back. “Oh shit. I get a roast today? A nigga must
be on yo’ mind. I’m gon’ thank you real good when I’m done.”

  Fuck. I didn’t even feel like having sex. We hadn’t had sex in almost two weeks, and I wasn’t mad about that. I smiled at him, then joined him at the table. I didn’t know why I did, because he always started eating before I could even sit down. He turned on the TV and watched the news while we ate in silence. My mind was on the peace I would enjoy tomorrow while he was at work. I didn’t know what I would do besides sleep, but that would definitely be a main component of the day. “What’chu gon’ do tomorrow?”

  “Just chill out around the house. Probably wash clothes.”

  “Can you cook fried fish tomorrow?”

  I frowned slightly, but he saw it before I could check myself. “You know good and damn well I don’t do left-overs, Yuri. I never have.”

  That he knew of. I’d freeze that shit and put it back in the crockpot next month. Ignant muthafucka. I huffed loudly. “Fine. I’ll have to go to the store.”

  “Why you gotta get an attitude whenever I ask for something?”

  “Because my off day is never just an off day. I work six days a week, just like you. But when you’re off, you don’t do shit. My off days are filled with housework. Why is that?”

  “Because it’s your job to do the housework.”

  “Nigga, fuck you.”

  I stood from the table and went to the bedroom and slammed the door. But not long afterwards, he flung it open. “If you so fucking unhappy, why don’t you leave?”

  “Because the lease is in my fucking name! And yo’ ass won’t give me the satisfaction and move out! This month can’t go by fast enough.”

  “I’m good. I’m not unhappy, so why should I leave? You right. I won’t give you the satisfaction. So, you just gon’ have to deal with it.”

  He slammed the door. I wish I would have crushed some rat poison in his shit. Just because my mama didn’t wanna hear shit about Rocco, I had to wait until Monday to vent to my co-worker. I didn’t like bothering her on her off day. Shit, I didn’t wanna be bothered with her on my off day. I was with her eight hours, sometimes more, a day. We were the best massage therapists at the spa, so we worked the most hours. Our sixth day, we usually only worked four hours, unless there was a surge of walk-ins, like today.

  I wanted to lay here and go to sleep, but I knew as sure as God made Adam, his ass wouldn’t clean the kitchen. I’d left my plate on the table, and if I didn’t get back up, it would sit there until I did. I might as well face the music now. When I walked back in the kitchen, he was putting his plate in the sink. “You through with your temper tantrum?”

  I rolled my eyes as I continued to the table, snatching the plate from it and scratching the food in the trash. I hated wasting food, but he’d pissed me off so bad, I didn’t even care at the moment. I wanted to throw all that shit in the trash. Fuck him. I was living here, still doing things for him, pretending I wanted to still be in this bitch. He could kiss my whole asshole. As I thought about it, I did just that. I threw all that shit away. “Yuri! What the fuck you doing?”

  “I’m stopping myself from catering to a man that ain’t shit! A man that don’t appreciate shit! And one that takes every-fucking-thing I do around here for granted. You don’t like leftovers anyway, remember?”

  He watched me as I continued throwing food away. I loaded the dishwasher, then grabbed my purse and keys. “Where you going?”

  “Don’t worry about what the hell I do. After this next month and a half, you on your fucking own.”

  I walked out the door and got to my Journey and drove to the river. My nerves were so fucking shot, I could have stabbed his ass. I sent my mama a text. A month and a half left. Then you can say that I stopped putting up with bullshit.

  She didn’t understand why I couldn’t just leave his ass. I didn’t trust his ass to handle shit. I wasn’t heartless enough to put him out without having anywhere to go. Both his parents were deceased, and he was an only child. He wasn’t close to his family because his parents had moved here from Florida. That was where all his family was located. While I constantly had murderous thoughts when it came to him, I was still worried about where he would live. Ugh. I was so conflicted. That was okay, though. The freedom train would be coming through soon.

  Chapter Two

  Maverick

  “Stupid muthafucka!” I yelled at a car that turned in front of me on Highway 90.

  Out of the ten years I’d been working for the city, these folks still didn’t know how to pay attention when we were conducting maintenance on these traffic signals. She’d nearly hit me as I walked back to the vehicle. Had the benefits not been good, and I didn’t have as much time built up, I would leave this damn job. I was good at fixing shit. I was a licensed electrician as well, so I could find something else to do or go into business for myself. I was too lazy for that shit, though.

  Owning a business wasn’t for everybody. I didn’t have the patience for that shit, either. When I finally got to the truck, I took off for the yard, so I could go home and shower. I had a massage scheduled for four. It was the last available time slot they had at Mane Event. I was way past due. I used to go to another spa, but one of my boys told me this place was better and to ask for a lady named Yuri. Although I was getting a relaxation massage, I wanted her to be a little firmer, but not as firm as a deep tissue. He assured me that she would get me right. I was ready… beyond ready.

  When I got to the yard to park the company truck, I hopped out and was damn near power walking to my pickup. “Mav!”

  I tried to ignore her, but fuck! It seemed like she always caught me before I could leave. She would make up all kinds of shit, just to have a conversation with me. We didn’t see each other every day, but when we did, she usually held me up a good ten minutes. Not today Satan. I had shit to do. “Not today, Mallory. I have an appointment in an hour, and I have to go home first.”

  “I just wanted to tell you that the boss man was asking questions about you.”

  “A’ight. I’ll figure out what’s going on tomorrow. Thanks for the heads up.”

  He probably wasn’t doing shit. She’d said some shit like that before, had me all excited, thinking I was about to get a promotion or some shit. I continued to my truck, hopped in, and sped off, kicking up all kinds of rocks. I was sure I’d hear about it tomorrow.

  When I got home, I hurriedly hopped in the shower. I was excited to see if this lady would be able to help relieve the tension in my muscles. Just to feel more at ease would work wonders with my attitude. I rarely smiled anyway, but it didn’t take much for me to become irritable. I was stiff as hell all the time.

  Once I sprayed a little cologne and slipped on some wind pants and a t-shirt, I took the ten-minute drive to the massage parlor. I was giddy as hell. My muscles were feeling looser before I even got there. When I walked in, they prompted me to sign in under the masseuse I was there for. When I saw her name with flowers drawn around it, I smiled slightly. I imagined her to be a dainty, lil white girl. I just hoped she lived up to all her rave reviews. As I sat, I saw a sistah that had to be six feet tall, easily. Man, she was gorgeous as hell.

  Her naturally curly hair was piled in a bun atop her head and she had legs for days. Her beautiful skin tone, smooth like a Hershey’s milk chocolate bar, had me wanting to lick it. Damn, she fine as hell. She clearly worked here. Cameron couldn’t have known about this chick if he recommended a woman named Yuri. But what took the cake was when she walked up front, then looked at me and smiled. Her smile was everything. Angels had to be singing. I couldn’t look away.

  She grabbed the clipboard… the same exact one that I’d signed in on. She was Yuri? Shit! “Mr. Maverick Pierce?”

  Looking right at me, she smiled again, and I returned her smile as I stood. With as tall as she was, I was still staring down at her from my height of six-foot-six. “Follow me, Mr. Pierce.”

  Gladly. She was so damn fine, she had to be the devil. I’d follow her straigh
t to hell. My dick was starting to stiffen as I watched the sway of her hips. It was subtle, but I was that focused. She opened the door to her room, then smiled and welcomed me inside. When I heard the sounds of Robert Glasper permeating throughout the room, I immediately relaxed. There were several wall flowers, along with candles and her massage table was covered with silk-looking sheets. I was relaxed just taking in the ambiance she’d created. As I looked around the room, she said, “I’ll step out while you get undressed down to your underwear. Just hop up here and put the sheet over you when you’re done.”

  I nodded. Realizing I had yet to speak, I voiced, “Yes, ma’am.”

  She smiled again. Holy Ghost. I needed Him to come down and put a barrier between me and her for this session or I wouldn’t be able to control myself. She walked out of the room and closed the door behind her. I got undressed down to my drawers and hopped my big ass on her table, anticipating how her touch would feel. My muscles seemed more tense because of that, including the muscle below my hips. He was expanding, and there wasn’t shit I could do to stop him. It had been a few months since he’d had any action, and he was letting me know in the most obvious way.

  Draping the sheet over my lower body, I waited for her return, making a mental note to buy Cameron’s lunch. Within seconds, she knocked on the door, then peeked inside. She smiled when she saw me sitting there, waiting for her. After coming in and closing the door, she asked, “Is this music okay?”