Epilogue
EPILOGUE
CASSIE
PART ONE (THE NEXT DAY)…
“ K endrall… take me, baby. Take me to… ecstasyyyy. Yeeeesss!”
We’d flown out to South Padre Island. It was somewhere quick to go just to get away. We were supposed to be leaving for Dubai the week after the wedding, but Kendrall said I needed to get away at that moment. The photographer had gotten a quick picture of us with the wedding party and some quick shots of the two of us before we dipped to Houston.
My mama had called me crying, saying how sorry she was that had happened, like it was her fault. I had to call her Kendall to get her attention. Everyone was blowing our phones up, trying to figure out where we’d gone. They stayed for the reception after they got Shayla to leave, because frankly, all that food didn’t need to go to waste. They’d called the police on her ass, but she’d left before they got there.
I had filed the restraining order, but since I wasn’t there to make a complaint, they didn’t try to find her to arrest her. Unfortunately, I knew she would pop up again, eventually. I was tired of dealing with her, and I couldn’t understand why she was still fucking with me. If I was the person she was trying to make me out to be, why didn’t she just stay the fuck away from me? Every time I’d seen her in my adult life was because she’d initiated contact.
“Damn, Cassie. I love you so much, baby. Fuck!”
Kendrall had me pinned to the bed on my stomach. He was making love to me from the back, caressing my cervix in every stroke. His legs had straddled my closed ones, and he had me by the throat. He was giving me the slow and sensual journey to ecstasy that I needed. Our wedding was perfect until that moment. I literally could have crawled under the damn cement foundation when her voice sliced through the peaceful aura our nuptials had brought me.
During the entire debacle, Kendrall’s eyes had never left me. He said he refused to give any attention to anyone but me, no matter what happened. It was our day… no one else’s. He kept me from making the situation worse, as well, by holding me in place. Had I gotten away from him, I would have fucked Shayla up, and then I would have been in jail in my wedding gown. I just knew… if I ever saw her and had no one to restrain me, that was where I would end up, especially after this.
However, once Kendrall and I had gotten away from everything and all the phone calls, I was able to truly concentrate on the fact that he was my husband. I was Mrs. Kendrall Henderson. That seemed so unreal. We’d been apart for nearly twenty years, but here we were, thriving and in love. My future was brighter simply because he was in it.
He stroked me more forcefully, letting me know that he was getting close to finishing. “Mmmmm, yes, baby. Make me forget. Make me… forget.”
A soft cry escaped me, and he kissed my neck and ear. “I gotchu for life, Cassie. For life, it’s me and you… and any babies you choose to bless me with.”
“Oooooh fuuuuck!”
His words had me orgasming all over the place. I would have as many babies as he wanted. For this man, I would stay barefooted and pregnant. The way he took care of me deserved accolades and awards. Whatever he wanted… he would get. Period.