11. Desire
When we returned homefrom visiting my family, we showered, did the rest of our nightly hygiene routine, and crawled into bed. I hadn’t spoken much since we returned from my parents’ house. Thankfully, the visit went well, but I had a few other things on my mind.
“What’s on your mind?”
It was crazy how Aziel had become so in tune with my moods in such a short time. Maybe he was right about fate putting us together.
“You really think you know me, don’t you?”
“Is something on your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Sounds like I do. Tell me what’s up.”
“I’m nervous about the press conference,” I admitted.
“Don’t be. Most likely, the focus will be on me, but if they ask you any questions, be honest without sharing too much.”
“You’re used to this stuff. I’ve never been one for the limelight.”
“Since I haven’t been attached to one woman since I became mayor, I don’t know what it will be like for you. I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could give you more insight to help you prepare.”
“It’s cool. This is my life now, so whatever happens, I’ll deal with it. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as I imagine.”
“It won’t be, baby. Don’t worry so much.”
“Okay.”
“In the meantime, and between time, aren’t you supposed to show me your gratitude and appreciation for being such an amazing and thoughtful husband?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said before disappearing underneath the sheet and taking his already hard dick into my mouth.
“Shit, baby.”
I covered as much of his dick as I could and slid my mouth up and down. Every time I reached the top, I swirled my tongue around his head.
“Ssss, just like that, D.”
His fingers got lost in my hair as he controlled the pace and depth. I gagged when the tip hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water. More spit gathered in my mouth, and Aziel tried to stifle a moan but was unsuccessful.
“Baby, shit! I’m—fuucckk,” he groaned.
He exploded in my mouth, and his warm seeds shot down my throat. I tried to keep sucking, but Aziel almost threw me across the room.
“I wasn’t done.”
“Yes, the fuck you were. Are you trying to kill me already?”
“Of course not. You’re worth more to me alive than dead.”
“That was sweet, baby, but it’s not gon’ save you from what I’m about to do to that pussy. C’mere.”
“Good morning,good people. I brought you all here for two reasons. I don’t want to hold you here any longer than necessary, so I’ll get right to it. I have decided to run for a second term as mayor of Onyx City.”
I couldn’t see the crowd, but there was a round of applause. We were on a stage, and Aziel stood behind a podium. I was seated behind him and didn’t have a good view of the crowd. Tammy was sitting next to me and probably had a much better view.
The reporters asked Aziel several questions related to what he planned to do for the city if he won another term, and I listened intently as he handled each question with ease. I’d watched a few of his press conferences in the past and thought he did an amazing job. Now that he was my husband, I was even more impressed with his ability to speak so eloquently about topics most weren’t interested in discussing.
“You all will have more opportunities to ask questions over the next several months. I’d now like to share the second reason I’ve called this press conference.”
There was a hush over the crowd as they waited for him to continue. He turned around to extend his hand toward me. I took a deep breath and took his hand to stand beside him at the podium.
“A little over a week ago, this beautiful young lady did me the honor of becoming my wife. Please welcome Mrs. Desire Harris as the first lady of Onyx City.”
Aziel kissed my temple and remained beside me as the crowd erupted in applause again. My nerves were still unsettled, but the seemingly warm welcome helped.
“Thank you for such a warm welcome, and I’m excited to begin this new journey with my husband and Onyx City.”
I received another round of applause and took that as my cue to sit down. However, Aziel squeezed my hand, causing me to freeze. When I looked at him, he nodded toward the crowd. There were reporters with their arms in the air waiting to ask questions. Aziel pointed at one who was close to the front.
“Congratulations on your nuptials, Mr. and Mrs. Harris. I’m sure I’m not the only one surprised by this news. Why all the secrecy?”
“Just because you didn’t know doesn’t mean it was a secret,” Aziel replied.
“Does that?—”
“I’m sorry, you’re only allowed one question,” he interrupted and moved on to the next reporter.
“A few weeks ago, you were spotted at a charity ball with another woman. Were you and Mrs. Harris engaged then?”
“No, we weren’t. Next question.” He pointed to another reporter.
“Is it true you two met through the marriage matchmaking service Arranged Hearts?”
“Technically, no. My wife happens to be my daughter’s preschool teacher. We met on her first day of school. However, Arranged Hearts is responsible for us becoming husband and wife.”
“But—”
“One question only. You, in the red jacket.”
A man in a red jacket stood, but the woman in front of him, wearing a red sweater, stood first and began to speak.
“Mrs. Harris, do you realize you’re a pawn in his ploy to win votes?” The woman then turned to face the crowd. “Mayor Harris hasn’t been in a serious relationship in his adult life, and he used a matchmaking company to find a wife right before announcing his decision to run for a second term because he’s trying to win the votes. That’s not a coincidence, people. Do you really think this is anything more than?—”
“Excuse me.” I waited until she turned to face me. “I appreciate your concern, but please don’t waste what little brain cells you seem to have worrying about my husband. I’m sure you can find something better to do with your time. You can start with a class on professionalism and interview etiquette.”
The words stumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them. I heard rumbling from the crowd, but I didn’t care.
“That’s all the questions for today. Thank you!” Aziel shouted into the mic.
He took my arm and guided me off the stage. Mark was already waiting for us with the truck”s back door open. We slid inside, and he closed the door, hopped in the driver’s seat, and drove away.
“I’m sorry,” I said right away.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“For what I said out there. I didn’t mean to?—”
His phone rang, and Tammy’s name flashed across the screen. He answered it and put it on speaker.
“Wassup, Tammy?”
“What the hell was she thinking? That’s not what we went over last night. If she?—”
“Hold on a minute. The person you’re referring to is my wife, and I didn’t see anything wrong with what she did.”
“Of course, you didn’t. If she?—”
“Excuse me, Tammy. You’re on speaker,” I told her, interrupting her rant.
“You know what? We’ll talk later.”
The call ended, and when Aziel looked at me, my eyes were already on him.
“Is she always like this?”
“No, but this is a new dynamic for us. I’ll talk to her about it. Listen, I’m cool with what you said up there. You don’t need to apologize or explain. That reporter was out of order and has had it out for me since I took office. If you see or hear anything negative in the media, she’s probably responsible for it.”
“Interesting. What’s her name?”
“Karsyn Keeting. If you search our names together, I’m sure you’ll find several articles from the past three years, not one of them positive.”
“Why’d you choose her to ask a question?”
“I didn’t and hadn’t noticed her until she started talking. I was pointing to the guy behind her.”
I didn’t know what to make of that bit of information, so I let it go.
“Well, today’s been interesting.”
“It didn’t scare you off, did it?”
“Of course not. I’m tougher than you think.”
“Based on how you handled that reporter… and this dick, I would have to agree. You’ll do just fine as my wife and the first lady of Onyx City.”
My phone pinged a few times, alerting me of text messages. I unlocked it and saw messages from my parents and sisters.
Dream: Okay, sis! Put that ho in her place!
Destinee: I bet her bird-brain-looking ass wasn’t expecting that clap back.
Mama: You looked amazing in that dress. Good job putting that woman in her place. You’re the first lady of OC. Don’t let them play with you.
Daddy: You made me proud, sweetheart!
Tammy may not have liked what I said, but the people who mattered the most to me loved it. That was all that mattered.