Chapter Two
Ivy
December 25th, 2022
Warmth spreads within my chest, blossoming throughout my entire body. My cheeks burn a bright shade of red as the chest swelling sensation makes my toes curl.
“You feel so good, Evie.” Jake whispers into the crook of my neck, thrusting in and out of me as he calls me that damn nickname I despise more than spiders.
I mentally shake from the thought of those eight-legged creatures.
He’s been doing it since we first got together. In the beginning, I corrected him. After he showed no signs that he would stop, I gave up.
That should have been the first sign that some things would never change.
Opening my legs wider to accommodate his larger frame, I whisper, “I love you, Jake.”
His pace quickens, a relaxed smile crosses his face before he pulls back, and looks at me. Something flashes across his handsome face, but before I can register what it means, it’s gone.
Wrapping his hands under my ass, he lifts, slamming into me with all he’s got, hitting every nook and cranny I never knew he could.
Sighing in satisfaction, letting the happy, warm feeling take over, I think about us.
Sex has always been okay, but tonight… It’s different.
It feels amazing.
Almost too good to be true.
My hands fly to his chest because I’m throwing caution to the wind as I chase my release.
“Do you want me to come inside your pussy, Evie?” His question catches me off guard, mostly because he’s not good at sex talk.
Like at all.
But again… This too is different.
Listening as our bodies connect with each other as we make love has me thinking, I never thought I’d find a love like this. “Mmm, yes.” I moan when I feel him rearranging my guts.
“You are one nasty, little girl. Get ready to take Daddy’s cum like the little slut you are.” I have to stop myself from giggling, because it makes me wonder if he finally picked up one of my smut novels and memorized the pages just for this moment.
I’d be happy to take whatever he gave me, just as long as he stopped talking.
“Fuck me, Jake.” I whisper, trailing my fingers over his pecs, hoping that will make him stop. He knows I have a thing for pecs and keeps his insanely toned to perfection. “I need you to fuck me like you hate me.” Entangling my hands in his hair, I pull his head down until our lips meet.
He lets out a primal, rage-filled growl against my lips right before he takes me to pound town. “You want it, you got it, baby.” Sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, the smell of sex in the air. I want to ask him if he can taste it, but I don’t. “You’re so fucking tight.” He groans, breaking my concentration again.
“Jake.” I whisper-sigh when he flips me over and slams right back into me. “Oh, yes.” I feel the fire in my belly, the clenching of my thighs as he lifts me at the perfect angle, hitting my sweet spot.
Post Malone said it best. I fall apart with hard grinds from his hips, thrusting in and out of me, chasing after his own release. He breaks the kiss, his mouth moving to my shoulder where he clamps, finding my tender flesh and bites.
Leaving bruises of our love.
“Goddamn it, I’m coming, baby.” He announces right before I feel him shudder around me, collapsing minutes later. Rolling off, and hopping out of bed with the energy of the Energizer Bunny, he smacks my ass and says, “Get dressed, I’ve made reservations for us on this fine Christmas Day. It’s a special one and this place is fancy, so dress accordingly.” He heads to the bathroom to shower, while I just lay there and bask in the glow of the best sex we’ve ever had.
Wait, did he just say dress accordingly?
So, that means he’s trusting me with picking my own outfit for a change.
“Sorry, basking in the glow, we’re gonna have to cut this short.” Hopping up, I retrieve my phone and quickly dial Cam.
“What’s up, sugar lips?”
“911! I need your help, and I’m on my way over.”
“Oh shit, did you stick your finger in a socket again?”
“What? No, I told you I did it once, and I’d never do it again.” Yeah, it was a friggin’ dare by him, and grandma didn’t raise no punk, so, I did it.
“Okay, whatever it is, I’m here to help. Come on over.”
“Say less.”
Hours later
We’re sitting in this nice restaurant, The Chateau, in downtown Manhattan, enjoying a nice dinner.
This place is full of rich people of all colors, shapes, and sizes. It’s one of the largest and most elegant places on this side of town. Bringing the crystal glass filled with white wine to my lips, I take a sip, admiring the beauty of this place over the rim of my glass.
What is it with the color white? I swear these people have never seen or used the color wheel when considering painting.
White walls filled with lovely landscape pictures everywhere you look make you feel at one with nature while not stepping foot into her domain. The lighting is perfect, and really livens up the place.
What I really love about it is the yellow ceiling with intricately carved lines that travel the entire length of the open space. They did some fancy designs to bring the walls to life. I can’t tell if it’s paneling or just plain molding, all in all, it’s very beautiful. The round tables are a nice touch, reminding me of the cute, little, round table The Golden Girls shared.
It’s a really beautiful place, and I’m happy to be a part of it all. Jake comes from money. His parents, Judy and John Rockerfeller, were born into money and passed it down to him.
Of course, he still had to work for it, but he’s going to school to become a lawyer, so he’ll have no problem bringing money of his own.
His parents were okay, but I know deep down… They don’t like me because I’m not the girl they picked out for their son. He said he didn’t care what his parents thought because he’d never let them tell him who he could or couldn’t love.
I think it was on that day that I fell head over heels in love with him.
Glass still in hand, I swirl the white liquid around before taking another sip. I love the way the coolness slides down my throat, settling in the base of my stomach.
Looking up, I see Jake watching me through hooded lids.
“Darling, we’ve been together for a while now.” He says, pulling something out of his coat pocket. Setting my glass down, confusion blooming on my face as my nerves kick up to high gear.
I mean, sure, we’ve talked about getting married. But we also talked about waiting until we were both flourishing in our careers. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that we aren’t where we should be in life to consider marriage yet.
He’s the only boy I’ve ever been with, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that kind of commitment.
Who am I kidding?
Those are nothing but lies.
I’ve dreamt of this day since I was a little girl. Dreamt of the day my Prince Charming, who loved me more than his stupid parents and their crazy demands for him to marry a girl like them.
A girl that came from money and power, and didn’t have dark skin like me.
The unspoken words his parents tap danced around whenever I was near, but didn’t have a problem voicing their opinion of me the moment they thought I left the room.
When I heard him take up for me the first time, I knew he was the one for me.
My person.
The man I would get to spend forever with.
I loved him more than life itself.
“Darling, are you paying attention to me?” He asks, snapping his fingers in my face as I got lost in my own world.
“Of course, I’m paying attention.” I lie, with this goofy grin on my face because I know in my heart and soul… This was the first day of our forever.