CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MY FOREVER MAN MESSED UP
BIANCA
M y mother looped her arm through mine as we strolled toward the back of the house. “It feels like just yesterday he came into your life. Now you’re in love with him?” she asked halting outside my brothers’ room.
I sighed. “He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.” Shit, that came out wrong.
I know Dad just asked you this question. But is he forcing you to be with him? You can tell me.”
“No, Mom. Catch and I are getting to know each other while we’re in a relationship. I understand what we have is different. He’s my forever person. I love him with all my heart. I know it was fast, but he treats me well.” A smile tugged at my lips.
“Wow, ok. He certainly doesn’t seem to have a problem taking care of you and your family. You don’t find that weird at all?” Mom scrunched up her nose.
“It takes some getting used to. But that man has done things for me. Taken care of people who have done me wrong. His kind of love is special.”
Her eyes grew bigger. “What do you mean took care of people?”
“There were a few guys who blackmailed me.” I squeezed my eyes shut.
Her hands rubbed up and down my arms. “Bianca. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I didn’t want Jacquel to lose his internship. Just know they can never hurt me again.”
Mom pulled me into her embrace. “I’m so sorry you went through that alone. Baby, I love you.”
“Mom, I love you too.”
A tear slid down my cheek as I came back from the memory. My fingers traced over Catch’s bearded cheek. The soft glow of the night light cascaded over handsome face. Catch preferred to sleep with some sort of light on. He said just in case someone tried to sneak up on him. His light snoring held my attention. Catch deserved to sleep in today.
He was hands down the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. Ritchie was gorgeous too. I wouldn’t ever admit that to Catch. Maybe their mother’s DNA ran deep inside them because they favored a little. You could tell they were related. Catch’s father was probably drop dead gorgeous. I wouldn’t be surprised. He was named after the man. Uncle Arlis was attractive too. Hmm, that family’s gene pool was probably model ready.
My eyes moved over Catch’s perfect golden curls. And his pointy nose. Who knew this man would be mine.
If we had a child, would they look more like me? Or just like Catch since his genes were so strong. Or a combination of us.
I made a point to hide my birth control pills. Catch had been on this marriage kick. He was the kind of man who’d tamper with my birth control so we could have a baby after we got married. Which I didn’t want to do. He was forcing me to marry him.
I rolled over on my back and nausea hit my throat. Was I being ridiculous?
Shit, Catch didn’t ask me to be his woman. He told me I belonged to him. That was a big turn on. However, being told I’d be someone’s wife hit different. He didn’t ask me to marry him. Catch wouldn’t get down on one knee and ask me to marry him.
Yet he asked my father for my hand in marriage. Wow, maybe I was being naive. Did Catch really have to control everything in our relationship? I couldn’t even kill without him. Maybe there were some people I’d like to make pay alone.
I palmed my face at the thought of this wedding happening within the week since Catch was reluctantly returning to New Jersey without me. There was no doubt in my mind he’d show up and kidnap me. This man really loved me.
Turning on my side, I slid toward the edge of the bed away from Catch. His strong hand gripped my hip.
“Bombshell,” he rasped. His voice was heavy with sleep. The man needed to rest.
“Yes?” I answered without facing him.
“Ride my cock.”
A shiver shot through my body and struck my core. I pulled my lower lip into my mouth. Why was I addicted to this man? Refusing to have sex with Catch wasn’t something my pussy would logically let me do.
“Reverse cowgirl?” I asked glancing over my shoulder.
“Fuck no. I want to watch your pretty brown tits bounce up and down while you work that good pussy. After we come, I’m going to feast on your pussy, drink another of your orgasms as I enjoy the pleasurable faces you make for only me when you come.”
My heart squealed in my chest. I swear I felt my cheeks heat. As hurt as I was by him not asking me to marry him, I knew I’d still walk down the aisle and tell him I do.
“Then I’ll go back to sleep sated. For the time being anyway.” Catch winked.
Without giving it a second thought, I threw my naked body over his, straddling his thighs. I reached up to secure my black satin bonnet on my head.
He didn’t give a fuck about my bonnet. That made me love him more.
Catch flipped on the lamp that rested on the nightstand. I squinted due to the light. His hooded eyes roved over my skin.
“Put my pierced cock into your soaked pussy.”
I tilted my head to the side. “How do you know I’m wet?”
Catch slid his index finger along my folds, then stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked. “Damn good; and wet.”
“My pussy loves your dick.”
He arched a brow. “Tell me you love my cock.”
I rolled my eyes. “Catch, I love your dick.”
“You never say cock. Say it.”
“Catch, black girls don’t say cock.”
“You will now. I want to hear you say it while slide down.”
“Fine.” I held his shaft and eased down his dick.
The cold piercing penetrated my opening and my head instantly fell back. “Daddy, I love your cock,” I moaned.
“Fuck,” he groaned as his callused hands caressed my stomach.
Catch’s lust for me looked so fucking yummy.
The way I bounced up and down, you would’ve thought I hadn’t fucked him in days. It was only a few hours ago that he made mad passionate love to me.
“Baby, tell me you love me like you did when we made love,” I begged.
Catch sat up and took control. His strong hands bounced my pussy up and down his dick. His teeth bit into my neck as he hit that spot inside of me that made me stupid for him.
My fingers massaged his scalp. “I love you, Callum. So fucking much.”
He chuckled against my skin. “I’m starting to believe you love my dick just a little more.”
“Shut up and come with me. I want to cream all over your cock.”
“Fuck, bombshell, you’re killing me. I’m so addicted to you. I don’t know how I’ll be able to leave you here,” he moaned as he slammed into that spot that pushed me over the edge.
My body trembled in his arms as he finally removed his teeth from my neck.
“Damn, I love us. You’re all I want,” he admitted as we came together.
It was another magical love making session with my forever man. He tossed my body onto the bed. Catch trailed kisses down my body. “I love you, baby.” He circled his tongue along my stomach.
“I can never get enough of you, Bianca.” He sucked and slurped our combined mix.
It wasn’t weird that he drank our cum. I’d done it many times. It was us. If anything, the move made me feel like we were one. Despite my disappointment about getting married. He was the man I desired in this world. He was my everything. The man who took care of me. The man who loved me like I was the first and only woman he ever loved. Now that I thought about it. I was the only woman he ever loved.
My fingers twirled in his hair. “Catch,” I purred as I gripped his golden locks within my fingers.
“Baby,” I’m coming again,” I roared as I dug the heels of my bare feet into his muscled back.
“Come, baby, I want to drink every drop of your come,” he slurred.
He sounded like he was drunk off me.
“So fucking, sexy, Callum,” I moaned. My back arched off the bed as I circled my throbbing cunt against his mouth.
“Cosiì buono, bellissimo,” he muttered as he lapped up my cum.
That was the first time he spoke Italian while we had sex. I hoped he’d do it more.
“Callum, what did you say?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath.
He moved up my body, planting sensual kisses as he inched closer to my face. My cum glistened on his lips and stubbled cheeks.
“I said so good, beautiful.”
A smile hit the corners of my lips as I pressed them into his. “I want to hear more Italian come from those sexy lips. I can do that, bellissimo.”
Catch fell to my side. His eyes fluttered closed and his light snorting picked up again.
Once the war was over, I’d travel to New Jersey to spend time with Callum. He needed me. For the first time in my entire life, I was torn between my best friends and my man.
***P***
Four days later, I strolled into our bedroom after everyone had a chance to torture Rosco. The man was hanging on by a thread.
My brows rose as I took in the note lying on top of a black dress on the bed.
Who did this? Was it one of the girls?
I eagerly picked up the note. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as my eyes moved over the words quickly.
Dear Bianca,
Despite all we’re going through right now I’d like to take you to dinner. Wear the dress and shoes please.
We deserve this special night. Meet me in the parking lot at eight this evening.
Love Callum
Oh my gosh, he said please. And he signed his real name. Still clutching the note in my hand, my fingers brushed the strapless lace corset that seamlessly melted into the black tulle skirt. I peeked at the strappy black stilettos.
They were gorgeous. Did my friends help Catch pick out the dress and shoes? No. I didn’t wear dresses often. Maybe he desired I dress up more often.
Don’t get in your head, Bianca.
Standing straight up, I tugged at my ponytail. Shit, I needed a full hour to get ready. I ran around the room like a mad woman, plugging in curler irons, yanking a lacey strapless bra and a pair of thong panties out of the dresser. We were going out to dinner. It dawned on me as I stalked into the bathroom, Catch and I had never been on a real date before. Gosh, this was going to be different. Was it safe for us to go out again? I mean sure we stop by the electronics store and took my brother home. We made it back to the warehouse unscathed. I didn’t want to chance it. Maybe we should wait and go to dinner when the war was over. Or we could go to a restaurant in the suburbs. We could eat at a restaurant in Schaumberg or Arlington Heights. Problem solved.
After a nice soak in the tub, I dried off, moisturized my skin, put on a full face of makeup. Something I rarely did. Lastly, I tackled my hair. It had seen better days. The girls and I had been each other stylist for years. As Man-Man became bigger in the dope game Tori paid for spa treatments for her besties. We frequented the Dominican hair salons in Hyde Park. There were times we’d gone to the salons in downtown Chicago. We came out looking like celebrities. Our hair was so soft and bouncy. Secretly, I still preferred going to the Dominicans shops. The gossip alone kept us entertained.
I stared at myself in the mirror a moment. The bright light from the extra lamp I brought into the bathroom brightened my face. My heart slammed against my ribcage at the thought. My forever man and soon to be husband. I still couldn’t get over this man dragging me to the altar. The unhealthy relationship I had with money crept in again. I bought clothes from clothing stores that were the equivalent of shopping at the dollar store. Sure Tori could afford to buy her girls new wardrobes but we didn’t want that. We were hard workers. Earners. We preferred to work for everything. It felt weird I had an enormous amount of money in the Caman accounts. I could only touch a little bit at a time, but it was still mine. Now I was getting married to a wealthy man. It seemed so surreal. One night Catch and I were sitting in bed. He placed his phone in my hand. There was an abundance of pictures of his mansion. His home looked like it had been plucked from the pages of Architectural Digest. The décor was next level. I felt tinier than I’d ever felt before. This man had seen the home I grew up in. I still couldn’t get over him looking through my closet. I squeezed my eyes shut. Deep down I knew I wasn’t his charity case. That wasn’t what drew him to me. I just had to remember what brought us together. My smart mouth. A smile hit my lips. I was thankful for that.
After curling my hair, I worked my fingers through my hair allowing the bouncy curls to brush my shoulders. My eyes combed over my hair, makeup, and the racy bra and panties.
“Damn girl, you look hot.” I smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
I darted out the bathroom toward the bed. My eyes moved to the face of the expensive watch on my arm. The other day I woke up and felt something on my wrist. I thought it was handcuffs again. I brought my wrist to my face and noticed the platinum band and the diamond encrusted around the face. It was a stunning watch. I didn’t want to wear it on the South Side. Even though people knew not to fuck with us. There was always that one fucker who thought robbing the dope dealer’s girlfriend and her friends was a smart thing to do. For that motherfucker and his friends’ it wasn’t. I smirked at the memory as I slid my feet into the strappy shoes. Man-Man and his boys beat those fools’ asses.
Slinking the dress up my body, I peered at myself in the mirror over the dresser.
Wow, the entire look is a ten. If I must say so myself. This South Side girl cleaned up nice.
The heels of the stilettos tapped the concrete floors as I sashayed toward the back door. I felt powerful in these shoes. I was only ten minutes late. Catch probably had the engine running. Stepping out the door, I halted as I noticed the SUV was empty. Where was Catch? My eyes gravitated to the right and my mouth dropped open.
Gray outdoor patio furniture sat on black outdoor carpet. My eyes moved over the twinkle lights connected to four outdoor lamps. Catch stood in the center clutching his hands in front of him. The black suit hugged his muscled frame. His blonde curls were defined more than usual. Did he have product in his hair? He looked so handsome as the sunset around us.
“Catch, I thought we were going to dinner,” I stated as I inched closer.
I glanced at the floor to his right. Crimson rose pedals adored the floor.
“Catch, are we having dinner here?” I asked.
He reached for my hand. “You’re an absolute vision.”
“Thank you. Catch you look handsome tonight. This will be our second date.” I grinned.
“When I came face to face with you the first day we met I thought this woman is beautiful. Then that smart little mouth of yours got to going and I thought I’d love to tame her.”
“Catch, shut up.” I shoved at his chest.
His smile withered. “I came to Chicago for one reason. To find my cousin. When he asked me to guard his woman, I had no idea she’d have a friend who would steal my breath away.”
The butterflies were working overtime in my belly.
“You’ve been angry with me since the moment I mentioned I’d marry you. Later that night after I had to teach you a lesson I woke to the sound of your sniffles. I was heartbroken. I replayed every time I mentioned you becoming my wife in my head. At first, I thought she said she’d be my forever woman, but she doesn’t want to be my wife.”
I tried yanking my hand from his. “Let’s just go to dinner, Catch.”
He dropped to one knee. Tears blurred my vision, and I felt my heart slam against my ribcage.
“Every second of everyday I bark orders at you. I told you that you were my woman. None of that bothered you. Well not at as much as when I told you we were getting married.”
He brought the back of my hand to his lips. The tears slipped down my cheeks as I stared at Catch.
He reached into his pocket with his free hand, then released my hand. I swiped at the tears flooding my cheeks.
Catch popped open the green box and met my gaze. “Bianca Landry, will you marry me?”
I placed my shaky hand on his clean-shaven jaw. “Yes, Callum Rizzo, I’ll marry you.”
He grabbed my left hand and slid an oversized diamond ring with a platinum band down my ring finger. Catch stood, wrapped his arms around my waist pulling my up into his arms. My feet hoovered over the ground.
“She said yes,” he yelled.
Clapping erupted behind us.
Crossing my arms behind his neck, I leaned into his lips. My tongue pushed through his lips finding his tongue. Silence fell around us. I blocked out the clapping and embraced that moment with my fiancé.
Pulling back, I smiled. “I love you, Callum.”
“I love you too, bellissimo.” He called me beautiful in Italian. That was so sexy. Damn, I wanted to fuck him.
He placed my feet on the ground, and I ran toward my friends. We hugged for what felt like forever.
They were my people. My sisters. I was the luckiest girl in the world to have them. So happy they were able to share in this special moment with me.