Chapter 19 #2
I gave him my eyes and nearly melted at the passion his held.
“You’re worth it, love,” he stated as he tightened his grip on me.
“You’re worth more than you give yourself credit for.
No matter what I have to do, I’m going to make sure you continue to have the life you’ve always wanted.
I’m going to make sure you regain your passion and purpose—the big stage, dancing for big names—let’s restore what has been damaged, and bring back what was lost. Even if you decide you don’t want this with me. ”
My eyes watered, and a smile graced my face. “Thank you…”
I kissed his lips, and he placed his hand on the back of my neck, deepening it. We were only able to indulge for two seconds before Scottie crawled in between us, prompting me to move away.
“Little girl, you turn one and think you run things now?”
“Psho, nuh-na, ma-e!”
We fell out laughing at her attempt to respond. I was so bugged out at her behavior that I could do nothing but chuckle.
“Whatever you just said, little girl. I see you’re going to be talking before your time.”
“I understood al’lat,” Truce said, laughing and kissing her head.
“My mom is coming to get her in a minute. She wants to spend some time with her today.”
“Good, because I want to spend some time with her mama,” he said, thrusting his hips, prompting me to laugh. “I also want to kick it to you about something.”
“What’s that?”
“I kind of booked us flights to South Carolina for this weekend. I want you to meet my dad’s side of the family.”
“Really? You don’t think it’s too soon…”
“I don’t. You’re going to see the reason why I am the way I am. It’ll give you the chance to get to know me a little better.”
“But Christmas is this weekend.”
“I know. And I know you might want to spend it with your family. But I want my people to meet my future wife.”
“Future wife?” I asked, smiling while squinting my eyes.
“Fuck yeah! I’m pursuing you with intention, Jela. I don’t mind if your people come with us, but I want you and Chunks with me because my spare time is coming to a close soon.”
“I know… That sucks too.”
“I’m going to work out my schedule and make sure I sync it to your calendar. We’ll take the distance day by day. So, what do you say?”
“I mean, you already booked the flights, so I can't say no.”
“You can absolutely tell me no. Any time you feel like it, and I won’t be mad.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to tell you no, Truce.”
He smiled at me while licking his lips.
I shook my head and sighed. “I guess I’ll be meeting the family and spending Christmas with you.”
“I love that shit for me.”
We both laughed, then went downstairs to cook breakfast.
Around noon, my mom came to get Scottlyn while Truce and I cleared the mess in the living room, then settled in there to watch movies. I was nervous about going to see Truce’s family. Things were moving at a rapid rate, and I had to wonder if this was all a dream.
Was this how all fairytales went?
“Do you know how to braid?” he asked me.
“I do.”
“You think you could give me the Pop Smoke’s?”
“You'll have to forgive me if I don’t know who or what that is.”
“You don’t know who Pop Smoke is?”
“I don’t.”
He picked up his phone from the table, tapped around on it, then showed me the photo.
“Oh, him. Yeah, I can do that.”
“Cool. Can you wash it for me too?”
I straddled his lap, running my fingers through his soft mane. “How much are you willing to pay?”
“Name yo’ price and it's yours.” He softly bit my chin, and I fed him my tongue. His fingers massaged my ass, then he slapped it, grabbing two handfuls. “All this fuckin’ cake.”
“I got it by the pound.”
We laughed as he stood with me, biting my neck, making me giggle. I gathered the hair products and followed him into the guest bathroom. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his hard chest littered with tattoos and a four-pack. I stood mesmerized and drooling like a dummy.
A sexy smirk slowly rose on his face. “See something you like?”
I rolled my eyes playfully. “Maybe. Get on your knees.”
“Let me find out you got a secret kink. You into BDSM, Empress?”
I shook my head. “I feel like it’ll trigger me.”
“Not if it’s used to bring you pleasure instead of pain.”
“I’d rather not find out. On your knees, big daddy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He got down and leaned over the tub while I straddled his back. “Oh, you trying to put that pussy on me.”
I laughed. “Hush!”
I began the journey of washing his hair while we talked about my childhood and how I had become fascinated with dance.
Once I was done, he tossed his head back, splashing water all over me as I laughed.
He shoved his face in my crotch and stood, lifting me off my feet and carrying me out of the bathroom.
I put the towel over his head so the water wouldn’t drip everywhere.
I had never felt so light and carefree with Damien as I did with Truce.
Even before the abuse, Damien wasn’t really romantic or playful.
He’d buy me gifts, take me out to dinner, and maybe watch a movie or two, but he never made life with him fun.
He made me feel as if being with him was a privilege and that I should’ve been happy to have bagged a guy like him.
Once I gave him the panties, the courting and wooing slowed until it came to a screeching halt.
With Truce, things seemed different. His aura, his attentiveness, the way he looked at me, and how he was with my baby all screamed safe and secure.
Paying a hundred thousand dollars to make sure Scottlyn and I were protected from his crazy brother made this feel too much like a fairytale.
While I wasn’t complaining, I knew eventually we’d both have to face the heat that was sure to come our way soon.
He placed me on my feet once we were in the living room and slipped my shirt over my head. My wet shorts were removed next, making a splat sound as they hit the floor.
“Where do you want to do it?” he asked.
I giggled. “I thought you wanted me to do your hair. I have to blow-dry it.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. Get your mind out of the gutter, Empress. I’ma take care of you when you’re done.”
I blushed, my nipples turning into pebbles at the thought of feeling him inside of me again. “Um, the chair is fine.”
He kissed my lips, then took a seat. I shook my head because I was ready and willing to let this man do anything he wanted to me—no holds barred.
God, please let this be real. Protect me, keep me, and allow me to make the best decisions for me and Scottlyn. In Your name I pray. Amen.