Chapter 18
The day had been filled with meetings and preparations for a concert a few of my artists were putting on.
The new girl that I signed, Chasity, had fit in well with the other artists, and it was her official debut.
I was excited about introducing her to the world.
One of her first songs had a feature with Miami, and I knew the ladies would love it.
It was the perfect summer anthem, or something they could vibe out to on their way to the club.
I was proud of my team, and I knew things would only get better.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you. Have you heard from your ex?” Harvest asked as we rode to the venue.
“I have. She showed up at my house one day, and I told her what it was and to never contact me again.”
“Hm.”
I glanced at Harvest, but I couldn’t read the look on her face. I hadn’t mentioned it because it wasn’t important.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. I guess I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell me.”
I reached for Harvest’s hand and kissed the back of it before I dropped our hands to the middle console.
“I didn’t say anything because it was irrelevant.
She didn’t make it past my gate. I said what I had to say, and that was that.
I haven’t heard from her since. I blocked her phone number, and from my social media pages.
My apologies for not bringing it up, but it just wasn’t important to me.
If you want me to tell you these things, then I will. Nothing is going to come between us.”
“I get it. And I’m not tripping; I just was curious. She sent me a message on social media, but I ignored her.”
“Block her ass. She has nothing of substance to say. She blew her chance, and now she’s jealous that I moved on. And I’m happy as hell I did.” I winked at her.
I told Ivy that I would make her life hell if she contacted Harvest, but since Harvest wasn’t bothered by her, I’d let her off the hook this time.
“Me too.” She blushed.
The month and a half that I had been with Harvest had been the happiest time of my life.
Business was good, and my lady was doing well.
Another artist had reached out to do a video, so she was in the process of preparing for that.
She also had some new modeling gigs coming up.
We both were busy, but we always made time for each other.
Even if we couldn’t be in each other’s presence, we found time to at least talk on the phone every single day.
It was nothing for me to pop up on her at a photo shoot, send her lunch, or something to show her that I thought about her.
The arena was packed when we arrived, and thank goodness, I had an assigned parking spot because we would have had to walk a long ass way. I parked in the back of the building where the buses were, then helped Harvest out of the truck.
“I don’t know if I want you to even go in there looking like this.” I stepped back and let my eyes travel the length of her body.
The skirt she wore had too much thigh showing for me.
She looked damn good, and I knew other men and women would be looking at her.
And the shirt with it had a sliver of her stomach showing.
She even had the nerve to add waist beads that were visible because of the shirt.
Her curly tresses hung down her back. The gold accessories she wore looked perfect against her complexion.
Of course, the best piece of jewelry was her wedding band.
“Boston, stop playing.” She giggled. Going to her tiptoes, she kissed my lips, then smiled. “There is nothing for you to be worried about.”
“I’m not worried because I know you ain’t going anywhere. Them niggas can look all they want as long as that’s all they do.” I reached for her hand, then led her toward the door.
The bass from the speakers could be heard from outside, and it only got louder as we entered.
We were a few minutes late, so we missed the first part of Hustle’s set. He was one of the first artists I signed, and I knew he would get the crowd amped up for the night. He was a combination of hood but also knew how to appeal to the ladies.
I spoke to multiple people as we made our way toward the stage. I wanted to be close to the action but didn’t want to be in the crowd. I also had a surprise for Harvest that I hoped she didn’t hate by the end of the night.
“I’ve never been on this side of the stage before,” Harvest said in my ear as we listened to one of Hustle’s more intimate songs.
“It’s definitely a different view.” I held her in my arms as Hustle finished up his set.
When he was done, it was time for Chasity, and even though she expressed that she was nervous, she did her thing.
And when Miami came out for her feature, the crowd went wild.
It was the perfect segue into Miami performing a few of her songs.
Harvest and I danced, rapped, and sang to every song that each artist performed. I loved how in tune we were with each other and how we both loved good music.
“Thank you. Before I go, I’d like to bring out the man that made all of this possible.” Miami turned to us and smiled. “Ladies and gentlemen, Boston Brooks.”
The thunderous applause and screams of the people made me feel so proud of everything I had accomplished.
Harvest looked at me with excitement in her eyes, then stood back.
“Come on,” I said as I grabbed her hand.
“What?”
“Yes, come on.”
The crowd was still clapping and cheering, and when Harvest and I walked onto the stage, they got even louder.
This whole time, people had been speculating, and it was time to make it known to the public.
Miami hugged me, then Harvest, before she passed me a mic and ran off the stage. Harvest and Miami had met a few weeks prior and had hit it off.
Harvest had all the confidence in the world behind the camera and even when she entered a room, but this was different. We were in front of thousands of people screaming. I felt her hand tremble in mine.
I marveled at the love they showed us for a minute before I raised the mic to speak. It took a minute for everyone to quiet down.
“I just came out here to say thank you all for always riding with Brooks Records. We appreciate the love. Also, I know there’s been some speculation about my relationship, and even though it ain’t nobody’s business.
” The crowd laughed before I could continue.
“Aight, aight. In all honesty, I have no problem sharing certain things about my life. And with that being said, I officially want to introduce Mrs. Harvest Brooks.”
More cheers and applause vibrated the stage’s floor. Harvest smiled and waved at everyone.
I let go of Harvest’s hand, and she looked like she didn’t know what to do.
“Before I get out of here.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a black box. When Harvest noticed, her eyes widened. The crowd screamed again when I lowered to my knee. Opening the box, I held it toward Harvest. Her eyes watered as she looked down at me.
“Harvest, I know things with us were unconventional from the start.” I chuckled. “But I’m here today, in front of the thousands of people in this room and the thousands of people watching from home to ask you a very important question. Harvest Brooks, will you marry me again?”
She nodded her head. I moved the mic toward her mouth. “Yes!” Her response made the crowd cheer again. She blessed me with a megawatt smile that made my heart skip a beat as I slid a new ring on her finger.
I knew she liked the original ring, but I knew she wasn’t feeling that it was supposed to be for someone else.
I spent a few weeks designing a new ring specifically for her.
Once the ring was on her finger, I stood, and we shared a kiss in front of everyone.
I knew the video would go viral, and I didn’t care.
I wanted the world to know that Harvest was mine and how much I loved her.
Once the concert was over, Harvest and I had gotten something to eat, then went back to my house. She hadn’t taken her eyes off the new ring since I’d placed it on her finger. And she hadn’t stopped smiling since.
“Let me play something for you,” I told her as she entered my music room.
She had taken a shower while I handled some business. Her hair was piled on the top of her head, and she wore a Cozy by Lana pajama set with furry slippers. Once I saw how the pajamas fit on her, I told her to get every single set that was made.
Harvest walked toward me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I loved watching her walk no matter the direction she was going in.
When she got close enough, I lifted her up and placed her on top of the piano.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, before I sat back on the bench.
“Like I’m on top of the world.” She smiled widely.
I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Her signature scent filled the room.
“Good. I want you to always feel like that,” I told her. “I never want you to feel anything but happiness. The minute you feel otherwise, let me know so I can fix that shit.”
She ran her fingers through my hair.
“I want you to feel the same, Boston.”
“As long as you are by my side, I will. Now, relax so I can play for you.”
Sometimes I liked to play around with different melodies on the piano, and I came up with one that made me think of Harvest. I had even written a few words, but more than likely, I would give them to one of my artists.
Harvest and I stared at each other as I played.
“You made me so happy when you became my wife that I had to ask you twice,” I sang. Harvest giggled because I wasn’t a good singer at all. I continued the few words I had come up with, then just let the melody play.
“You did so well, baby,” Harvest complimented when I was finished.
“Thank you, mama.” I stood and kissed her. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten on top of a piano?” I asked as my hand glided up her thigh.
“No.” She dropped her head back and moaned when I lightly grazed her pussy.
“Look at me.” She looked at me, and the lust that filled her eyes made my dick hard. “There’s always a first time for everything.” I smirked, then reached for the waistband of her shorts.
Once I had her naked from the waist down, I sat back on the bench and feasted on my wife’s delicious ass pussy. When she came on my tongue, I carried her to the bedroom and made love to her until she tapped out.