Chapter 8
When I gotto Giselle’s apartment, I realized I was ten minutes early. I got out of the car and made my way to her place. I’d brought her here earlier when we first got back, so I knew exactly where to go. I didn’t have the greatest feeling about this nigga, but I did my best to keep an open mind. Giselle had indeed fucked up, but I couldn’t hold that against her. She was trying to make it right, so my job as her husband was to be supportive of her. Husband. That shit still sounded weird.
I would be on my best behavior. That shit was going to take effort. I wasn’t easily intimidated and could be downright rude at times. This was important to Giselle though. I refused to make this more difficult for her because I couldn’t control my mouth and reactions. If he outright disrespected her, then all that shit would go out the window. He didn’t know me, so I could understand his irritation.
I knocked on her door, and she answered almost immediately. She smiled as her attention shifted to the flowers I held. “Hey, baby. I missed you already,” I said as she stepped aside to allow me in.
“I missed you too, Gentry. I got so used to you always being close to me.”
I turned to her and kissed her forehead then handed her the flowers. She closed her eyes as she sniffed them. “Thank you, Gentry.”
“You’re welcome. Let me put them in water for you while you get your shoes on,” I said, noticing she was barefoot and that an empty vase was on the countertop.
“Okay.”
She gave them back to me and made her way back down the hallway. By the time I got her flowers situated, she was reentering the room with her heels, purse, and keys. She looked so beautiful in her black form fitting, off-the-shoulder, dress. Her braids were pulled up into a bun, and her makeup was flawless. Those red lips were calling me, and I couldn’t wait until this awkward ass dinner was over so I could taste them.
“Damn. You look beautiful. I’m sorry I didn’t say so before.”
I was in my head about this damn dinner and had failed to address just how gorgeous she looked. She smiled. “Thank you. You look nice as well.”
I wore black slacks and a black short-sleeved shirt, nothing extravagant. Adding my diamond studs and my Audemars Piguet watch to the mix only made the fit look dressier. I grabbed her hand and led her to the door, prepared to stand as a united front for her “friend” baby daddy, no matter how much I thought that friendship part of it would be tested. When it came to those kids, their friendship had nothing to do with shit. I could already see that, and I hadn’t met Clayton yet.
When we got to my car, I helped her inside, glancing down at her cleavage. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sexy ass. Hopefully, I would be able to at dinner, long enough for him to take me seriously at least.
Once I walked around and got in the car, she grabbed my hand. “I know we said we would always be open with each other, so I want to say that, for some reason, I’m nervous about this. My gut usually doesn’t steer me wrong, and although it’s restrained in this girdle, it’s saying it doesn’t like this shit one bit.”
Now that shit was saying a lot. She knew him way better than I did, and she was sensing some foul shit. That proved it wasn’t just my disdain with the situation. “You think dinner gon’ be fucked up?”
“No. He’s gonna be cool, but I just feel like he’s not going to be as receptive as he’ll pretend to be. I know I caused all this, so we’ll see how things go. I just hope I don’t have to get niggerish with him about my kids. He’s a good dad, and I know he’s uneasy about this, but I don’t know. I will only give him so much time.”
I nodded repeatedly. It was good to know that she was planning to stand her ground. That made me feel better about laying low and letting her handle things. I planned to do that anyway, because it wasn’t my battle, but I wouldn’t play on the back fiddle for too long.
When we got to the restaurant, I parked then helped Giselle’s fine ass out of her seat. As we walked to the entrance, she stopped. I followed her line of vision to a man with a slight frown on his face. I had to assume that was him. When he saw I was looking, his facial expressions eased a bit. Giselle held my hand a little tighter as he approached.
“Hey, G.”
He kissed her cheek then extended his hand to me. “I’m Clayton.”
“Gentry.”
I shook his hand but chose not to be overly friendly since he wasn’t. He was dry as fuck, and I matched energies all day long. “I already made reservations for us,” he said then headed inside the restaurant.
Giselle glanced at me then followed his lead. He was holding the door open after he’d already walked in, so I grabbed it as Giselle entered. He notified the hostess of our arrival, and we were seated immediately. I sat next to Giselle, and he sat across from us. Grabbing my hand under the table, she said, “Thanks for picking a seafood spot.”
“Yeah. I know you don’t eat beef and pork and that you love seafood. I’m good with whatever. I hope this was okay for you too, Gentry.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
It got quiet again… awkwardly quiet. The waitress appeared and introduced herself then took our drink orders. Once she left, Clayton said, “This feels weird as hell. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know how to even bring the subject up.”
“Well, let me introduce myself. I’m Gentry Fleming. I’m a veterinarian and have been for the past eight years. I started my own clinic almost three years ago. I’m thirty-three, and I don’t have children. I have three siblings, and both of my parents live here and are married. Although it was quite unorthodox, I wanted all the dating to be eliminated. I was sick of pointless dates and weeding through the mentally undesirable.”
I took a break and stared at Giselle. “Had I known Arranged Hearts would do this great of a job pairing me with the woman of my dreams, I would have done this a couple of years ago. This woman is so perfect for me.”
Turning back to him, I continued. “I’m sorry that this moment is awkward, but I don’t regret a minute of it. I’m going to give my all to her and to the kids, Dakota and Kizzie, AKA Princess Tiana. I know they’re your babies, but I want you to know that you have nothing to worry about with me. I will treat them like they’re mine.”
He nodded repeatedly. “Thanks for that. I’m sure she’s told you all about how we ended up co-parenting and our history, so I’ll spare you those details. I’m extremely protective of my babies. I can’t let them move in next weekend. I hope y’all understand. I’m just not comfortable with them being around you just yet.”
I nodded. Giselle stared at him for a moment then asked, “So how long are you anticipating keeping my babies from me?”
While I could somewhat hear the ice in her tone, her voice remained steady. She was doing her best to stay calm. I gently rubbed her thigh, trying to provide the peace she needed. “G, it’s hard to say. I wanna get to know Gentry better before I can make that call. One dinner isn’t enough for me. I’m not keeping them from you. You can come over and see them whenever you want and stay as long as you want.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Okay, Clayton.”
He and I exchanged numbers and promised to get together again soon, as the waitress reappeared to deliver our drinks and take our orders. I had a feeling this was going to get a lot worse before it got better. Despite that, we enjoyed light conversation, filling each other in on particular details of our personalities and backgrounds.
I learned that he was pretty low-key until he felt threatened. I was more outgoing, but only around people who were the same way. I tended to adjust to my surroundings… matched energies. There was no way I would exert myself for a nigga that didn’t seem like they wanted to be around me. It may have been petty, but whatever.
When we got ready to leave, I could see the sadness in Giselle’s eyes. She missed her babies. This situation was killing her, and I felt like it would eventually come between us if Clayton didn’t give in soon. I was very attentive and could peep shit quickly. My intellect wasn’t lacking in the least. After shaking his hand and him promising to hit me up soon, I grabbed Giselle’s hand.
She glanced at me then released my hand and hugged Clayton. He kissed her forehead as she promised to drop by tomorrow after work. She reached for my hand, and I grabbed it again and led her to my car. Once I helped her inside then got in myself, I turned to her. “I’m sorry.”
She slowly shook her head and took a deep breath. “This is all my fault. I have to suffer the consequences. I just felt like had I told them ahead of time, I would have never met the man of my dreams. I literally would have let them talk me out of it. I was pretty sure you felt awkward around everyone.”
She stroked my cheek with the back of her hand as I stared into her sad eyes. I gave her a tight smile as my heart turned to mush. “You’re the woman of my dreams too, baby. It felt a little awkward, except for Vegas. After he said what he had to say, he was cool.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know me as well. Plus, he works for a PI firm and is a former thug. He’ll know what he needs to know about you before you could think about telling him and actually do something about it without remorse or regret. He says what he has to say so you know his stance, then he’s done with the issue unless something comes up to cause him to revisit.”
She pulled her hand away, but I grabbed it and kissed it. “You got me so soft right now. I just wanna make love to you, Elle. Can I do that?”
“You never have to ask for what’s yours, baby.”
I bit my bottom lip. The way we just fell into this shit like it was normal was a turn on like no other. There was no hesitation. Our souls were meant for each other. It was evident by how comfortable we were with one another, even amongst naysayers. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt inside of me, and there didn’t seem to be any inside of her, either, that we’d made the right decision.
I found the song “YOU” by SiR and allowed it to engulf us. We remained silent all the way to her place. When we got there, she turned to me. “I love that song. Let me pack some clothes, and we can go back to your house.”
I nodded. “I’m not letting you walk in the dark by yourself though, baby.”
She gave me a soft smile as I got out to open her door and help her out as well. After closing the door, I put my arm around her and kissed the side of her head. Her spirit was so heavy, and it was causing mine to be the same. Him not giving her a definite timeframe had her on edge. He didn’t even want the kids around me at all. I wanted to be upset about that, but after I thought better of it, I agreed.
Them meeting me would make them feel like their mother was choosing a man over them. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She just wanted to be happy. However, I knew without them, she would never be happy. For an extremely involved mother to go without her children would be like trying to exist without air. I would do my best to help her through it though.
She opened the door to her apartment, and we walked inside. Before she could retreat to her bedroom, I pulled her in my arms and held her close. I needed her to feel my soul. “I’m here for you, baby. Whatever you need me to do, I got’chu. I know I couldn’t possibly take your mind off the hurt, but whatever I can do to bear some of the weight for you, I’ll do.”
“Thank you, Gentry. You’ve been perfect.”
I kissed her head and released her to go to her bedroom. Instead, she puckered her lips for a kiss on the lips. It was hard kissing her thick lips without getting carried away. I slid my tongue to hers and allowed them to dance for a few seconds. After opening my eyes, I saw her pulling her dress down one arm, preparing to start working on the other side. Apparently, she had the same issue.
I leaned over and kissed her shoulder and neck. I’d been dying to do that all evening. Her moans were taking me over the edge, and making love didn’t sound as appealing anymore. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her. Her body brought out the beast in me. Unless she said otherwise, I would restrain it to give her what I felt like she needed.
I pulled away to see she had gotten her dress down her hips and was unfastening her waist trainer. “Come on, baby,” I said as I grabbed her hand, leading her to her bedroom.
She followed my lead, and when we got there, I had her lie on the bed so I could get that shit off her. She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You know your body’s perfect without all this shit on.”
“I just like to look smooth when I wear something form fitting. Is that okay with you?”
“I mean, whatever floats your boat, baby. I’m gonna wanna be inside you regardless.”
She bit her bottom lip, making my dick jump. I closed my eyes for a moment then pulled her hips to me. Briefly releasing her, I took off my clothes then slid into her warmth. “Oooh, shit. Elle, fuck.”
“Yes, baby. I needed this so bad.”
“I know. I always need you though. You it for me, baby. Oh, fuck!”
She did a few Kegel exercises on my dick while I was talking, making me lose all train of thought. I nearly came from that shit. I recovered and stroked her pussy slowly but deeply. I needed her to feel the passion between us, because the shit was so strong it was unbelievable. Passion was something I’d never really felt for a woman. It was more like lust. This was both.
I pulled her nipple between my lips and began sucking it slowly then twirled my tongue around it. Sliding my arm under her leg, I lifted it to my shoulder and went even deeper inside of her. When I pulled away to stare into her eyes and saw the tear fall down her cheek, it only made me even softer. The way her spirit affected mine was crazy.
I kissed her lips then gently swiped her tear as she closed her eyes and moaned. “Geeeeentryyyy, I can’t wait to fall in love with you, baby. This feels like love. Ooooh shiiiit!”
I bit my bottom lip as I tried my best to hold my nut while her pussy blew a whole gasket, spraying shit everywhere. I grabbed her braids, pulling them out of the bun she had them in, and continued plunging my dick inside of her paradise. “I can’t wait to fall in love with you either, Elle.”
I closed my eyes, continuing my assault on her senses and her pussy. This all being mine was still hard to believe. Releasing her leg, I pulled out of her and turned her to her stomach. I had plenty of dick, but with Giselle’s ass being so big, she had me doubting that shit. When she lay flat, I pushed back into her then gripped her ass cheeks, lifting them so I could watch my dick turn her shit out.
That proved to be too stimulating. I released her ass cheeks and lay on top of her. That restricted how deep I could go, but the shit felt amazing. While I wasn’t knocking the bottom out, it seemed to be just as good for her, because she began trembling and released her affections for me all over my dick.
That was all it took, because I could no longer hold it. I pulled out and nutted all over her ass. The sight of that shit had me cumming for days. “Fuck!”
I stroked my dick fast, wanting to get back inside of her. When I was done, I got up and went got a wet towel from her bathroom to clean her up. After cleaning my dick, I rinsed the towel again and joined her in the room. The view of my nut all over her ass cheeks had my shit rock hard already.
“You so damn sexy, Elle.”
“Thank you, baby. So are you.”
I wiped her ass clean then went and rinsed the towel again. Her arms wrapped around my slender frame from behind, and she laid her head on my back. “That was so good, Gentry. It felt like love.”
“Mm. It really did. One day soon, it will be.”
I turned around in her arms and kissed her lips. She had the audacity to lift her leg and place her foot on the vanity. She didn’t know who she was fucking with. I stooped and slid my dick right back inside of her and drilled her shit like a jackhammer. I slid my hands between her legs and lifted her, dropping her ass on my dick repeatedly.
I turned and set her on the vanity and grabbed her by the neck. “You wanted to get fucked up doing some shit like that, didn’t you?”
“Yeeeesss! Shit!”
She pulled me to her and tongued the fuck out of me. I knew I had to get her off the vanity though before we broke that shit. I picked her up again and took her back to the bed. We fell to it without losing concentration, and I commenced to beating the fuck out her pussy like it stole something. It had. That shit had stolen my fucking manhood, and I was here to get it back.