Chapter 1 #2
“Even that long feels like forever… besides, it’s Sunday,” he whimpers like an injured puppy. I gaze up at him, and I’m taken aback by the genuine sadness in his eyes. This happens every Sunday. He always gets sad and super clingy… well, even more clingy. It’s always Mondays and Sundays.
He gets clingy and depressed on Sunday, and on Monday, he’s like a lovesick puppy who missed the hell out of me. Ugh, he’s so fucking adorable.
“You are so silly.” I grab his face, kissing him.
“I’m not silly, I’m in love with you, Melanie.” He hugs me tighter, and my heart melts.
“Well, you’d better be,” I chuckle. “Now relax. You know I’ll be with you every day just like always.” I snuggle his nose, but he deflates at my words and his arms… hell, I’m not sure how it’s even possible, but they tighten around me even further like a damn boa constrictor.
“You won’t leave me, right, my sweet baby?” God, his words… they always do it for me. I’ve never dated a man more obsessed with me than I am with him, but Sye takes the cake.
He’s perfect… almost too perfect, to the point I’m scared that the rug will be pulled from under me.
“Of course I won’t leave you, Sye. Besides, there are three things that make me stay.”
“And what’s that, sweet Melanie?”
“Well, for one, you’ve never given me a reason to leave.”
“And I never will,” he growls as if the very thought of me leaving him pisses him off. God, this man is so fucking perfect!
“Good, now two,” I hold up my bare ring finger, raising a brow. “I’m waiting for the day you make me an honest woman,” I tell him, even though it’s not something I’m expecting at this moment. We have only talked about how much we love each other, never marriage.
When I see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, and him blink as if he’s excited, I smile, feeling warm, knowing he might want that same thing.
“I want that too, Melanie. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” God, there is no way I can NOT love this man.
“You better…” I kiss him once more.
“N-now tell me three,” he shudders out a breath, and I smirk, licking my lips, sitting up, sliding his dick into my pussy.
“Three… I want you to breed this pussy, daddy.” His light brown eyes dilate, and his dick throbs inside me.
“I… M-M-M-Mel-Melanie… baby, yes,” he chokes out, and I smirk, my man’s heart rate skyrocketing and goosebumps covering his body.
“Sye?”
“Yeah?” he croaks.
“Do you love me?”
“My God, baby, I don’t just fucking love you, I adore you.
I need you. I’ll do anything for you,” he pants as I moan, rolling my hips, pussy gushing and squirting, leaving him vibrating and clenching his jaw, nose flaring.
“Melanie… baby, my love, I’m going to marry you and breed the fuck out of you. ”
“Who’s mama’s good boy?” I run my hands through his hair.
“Woof.” He holds out his tongue and pants. “Tell me what to do, chemi lamazi gogo.”
“Fuck me, Sye.”
“I live to serve you,” he growls, placing his large hands on my hips and rocking into me.
“YYYEEESSSSSSS!” I scream, collapsing on top of him as he pounds into me. God, I love this man.
“Sye stop!” I groan, giggling, trying to pull out of his vice grip.
“No, no, just one more kiss, please,” he begs. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into the biggest kiss, leading him to slide his tongue into my mouth. “Mmmmmm ughnn! Wait, nope!” I pull back, placing my hands over my mouth, raising a brow when he pouts.
“Buuuuut Melllllll,” he whimpers, and I chuckle.
“No! Down boy!” I scowl, and his shoulders sag in depression as he hangs his head.
“But I’m going to miss you, my sweet Melanie.”
“Sye, baby, I’m coming right back. I promise the brunch won’t last
long since Connie has a flight to catch,” I tell him, running my hands through his hair. “What are you pouting so hard for?” I frown, heart hurting at how sad he seems.
“Because.”
“Because what, Sye?” I murmur, but he doesn’t say anything. He only steps back and looks at me.
“Nothing, just… we… I m-mean I love you so much and we… I mean I… j-just want to be with you forever.”
“Aww, baby,” I smile, and he melts.
“And I will be with you forever as long as you act right.” I kiss him. “Now behave like a good boy and wait on mama, okay?”
“Okay,” he sighs and steps back, finally letting me get to the elevator where I blow him a million and one kisses, but as the glass door shuts, I see him shove his hair to the back, frustrated before he clenches his jaw.
I want to step out and comfort him, but I don’t want to be late since I won’t get to see Connie for two weeks. Instead, I pull out my phone and text him.
My Sweet Melanie : Don’t be sad. I’m going to do some shopping with the money you gave me yesterday, so I’ll see you at 5 and I promise to make it up to you okay?
Sye : Okay my love have fun
I throw my head back laughing, stepping out of the elevator when it opens up to the lobby, and go straight outside, where I see my car is waiting for me.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Webb,” the doorman greets me, and I nod, waving.
“Hello, Charlie. How are the wife and kids?” I ask before going up the car where the driver is waiting with the door open.
“They are doing wonderful, thank you for asking.”
“No problem, I brought something for each of them, so make sure you call up to the penthouse before you leave today, okay?”
“Aww, you didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t but I wanted to, so don’t forget.”
“I won’t. Thank you, and have a nice evening.”
“You’re welcome, and I will.” I smile, step into the car, let the driver close the door, and text Connie.
Mel: Sorry I’m running I’m late. I’ll be right there.
Connie: No worries I’m running late my damn self. See you in a bit.
Once the driver gets in, I see him check the GPS and drive off into traffic, but thankfully, it doesn’t take too long to get there since we chose a location midway between the airport and my home.
After about a fifteen-minute drive, he pulls up and steps out, opening the car door for me, and I step out, thanking him before going inside, knowing he’ll be waiting for me until I’m done.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Webb, your party has already arrived and been seated. Please follow me.” The waiter bows graciously as soon as he sees me, guiding me to the back where I reserved a seat for Connie and I last week in advance.
When I spot her, I beam from ear to ear, and she must see me coming out of the corner of her eye because she turns to me and grins, standing up and coming over.
“Mel!” Connie pulls me into a tight hug. “Girl, you look AMAZING!” she exclaims, making my cheeks grow hot.
“Aww, thanks, pooh. You look amazing, too.”
“Yeah, but bitch, you the one that’s glowing.” She grins, taking my hand as we both go back to our private booth, where we take a seat.
“Friend, good dick and a healthy relationship will do that to you.” I raise a brow, grinning from ear to ear, and she tilts her head to the side like the ‘I was waiting for you at the doe’ meme.”
“Hello, that’s what I’m trying to get while I’m in Russia.” She nods, and I smirk, happy to catch up with her.
I met Constance when we used to work at the same company. She quit when she was ready to branch out and move up in her career path, and I quit at the same time she did, when I moved in with Sye, and he said he wanted to support me while I set up my own business.
I felt nervous about it, but when I talked to Connie about it, she was like, “Hell yeah, jump on it. Don’t miss the opportunity to let your man support you, just make sure you have your solo savings and solo accounts in case you have to get the fuck gone.”
“Man, girl, like, wow, you’re really about to leave for Russia on an all-expenses-paid two-week vacation. That sounds like a dream.” I grin, and she snorts.
“A dream yo ass has already experienced,” she chuckles, and I giggle.
“Yeah, but that don’t mean I’m not excited for you, Connie. I really am happy Pyper is doing this for you,” I tell her, thanking the waiter who comes over with a pitcher of water and takes our order while we finish our conversation.
“I’m pretty shocked she’s doing that. I’ve never been invited to their family home in Russia in all the years we’ve known each other.”
“Yeah, she can be pretty secretive about her family, but shit, y’all have been friends for so long. Hell, you even dated her brother, and call her grandpa your grandpa, right?”
“Yeah, that’s true, and Alik and I have been over, but…
” She deflates, and I can tell she’s got some lingering feelings there that she’s still trying to bury.
“And honestly, yeah, I call Granda Viktor that, but that man is fine as hell, he doesn’t look like no grandpa,” she chuckles, making me smirk.
Connie is truly unhinged, but I love her for it. Not the grandpa, though. My girl needs a vacation and a prayer. Like, right now. I let out a cackle that probably echoes through the whole restaurant.
“Not the grandpa, Connie!”
“Listen, they know those Russians are fine,” she laughs, waving a hand dismissively before leaning in.
“Connie, don’t tell me you’re about to fuck your best friend’s grandpa? When you done already fucked the girl’s brother,” I laugh out loud, and her eyes go wide.
“Girl, hell nah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Grandpa Viktor fine as hell, but shit, I don’t see him like that…” She trails off, and I look at her pointedly.
“Uh huh, are you sure about that?” I throw her a look and she grins, taking a sip of her cocktail.
“I think I am, but shit, who knows what I’ll get up to while I’m there. Mel, I just want to get fucked and have fun. I don’t care by who. As long as they mind their damn business and not trying to go no further than the bedroom, I’m good.” She shrugs, and I lift my glass for her to toast.
“Here here, shit,” she laughs as the food is brought out, and we gab and catch up while eating.
“What time you and Pyper heading out?” I ask, munching on my steak pasta.