["So yeah you begged me to tell you this afternoon that I love you, right? There it is. I always have and never stopped loving you or being in love with you. No matter how much it was destroying me in the process. And by the way, I NEVER saved you f...
While Laurent is having a beautiful reunion with Winter and his sons, Troy takes his leave and decides it's time for him to have a beautiful reunion of his own. Walking into the lab, Troy is met by the same security as the ladies were, Ezekiel. Acknowledging him, Troy expects him to be on his way.
"We good, bruh."
"I have strict orders, Mr.Blackwell. From the boss." Ezekiel responds somewhat smugly.
"Ezekiel, I am your boss." Squinting, Troy cocks his head at him.
"Nah, the big boss."
"You mean Nola...my brotha?" As he nods, Troy sucka his teeth at the guard's disregard for Troy being his direct commander and true superior. "Ezekiel, bruh, stop tryin me, lil daddy. I'm comin to speak to Marissa, privately. She's in good hands...trust me." Responding with a cocky snide attitude of his own, Troy squares his broad shoulders as Ezekiel releases a humorless scoff realizing Troy's double entendre.
Utterly annoyed at this point and seemingly pointless exchange with Ezekiel, Troy is stunned when Ezekiel turns on his heels and heads in the wrong direction.
Mumbling a sarcastic pardon, Ezekiel walks through the double doors leading into the lab and towards Marissa.
"This bitch!" Huffing out quite loudly, Troy walks through the quickly closing doors.
Seeing Marissa at her lab work bench, his jaw almost falls off. The tight camel brown turtleneck sweater dress she has on hugs her body perfectly. He can't choose which view is more perfect: the way her breasts are sitting wonderfully in the fitted material or the thigh high split that curves around her toned muscular supple thigh. Or maybe even the way the soft woven cashmere clings to her voluptuous ass. Her gold and auburn curls are straightened down her back. She looks gorgeous and Troy's eyes don't know where to attempt to focus.
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Walking towards her and right past Ezekiel, Troy doesn't even speak. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he wraps his other hand in her glorious hair and pulls her flush to his body. Leaning down, he fuses his lips to her's. Completely caught and pleasantly off guard, Marissa gasps a small shocked sound. Taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, Troy smiles triumphantly against her mouth as she no longer resists his lure and melts in his strong unexpected arms. Running her hands through his soft sandy curls, she accidentally knocks off his beanie, but neither of them seems to mind. Allowing his hands to squeeze and massage her soft cheeks until she pulls away breathlessly Marissa realizes just how much she's missed Troy.
"Hey baybay."
"Hiiii." She swoons sweetly like a lovestruck princess in a child's movie or storybook.
"We good now, Ezekiel?" Not even bothering to turn over his shoulder, Troy dismisses the stubborn guard.
"Wooow!" Ezekiel scoffs as his hopes of a romance with Marissa blow away with the April breeze blowing outside the lab window.
