Chapter 6
One Week Later . . .
Our time in St. Croix was nothing short of amazing. Being back in Zion’s life felt like old times with a futuristic twist. We were young adults when he went away, but now that we were grown, his aura was more advanced than it was back then.
We went snorkeling, jet skiing, shopping, went to an aquarium, and dined in the finest restaurants on the island. We bathed together, I read to him, and we had the most sex I’d had since he went away.
Every time I looked at him, I was ready to hop on his dick and ride. We had a lot of time to make up for, and I couldn’t say I was disappointed in the slightest.
We were now packing up to leave and exit the bubble we had created. I wasn’t ready for the madness that awaited us once we touched back down in the States.
I’d spoken to my parents twice that week, and they told me that Akeem had been by every day since the wedding crash. Sometimes, he’d just sit outside of their house, other times, he’d knock on the door, asking if they’d seen or talked to me.
Of course, they told him they didn’t. When he came by yesterday, my dad drew the line and threatened him. At that point, it was harassment more than concern.
When I finally powered my phone back on, a slew of text messages, voicemails, DMs, and mentions flooded my notifications. I ignored it all, except for Jessie and Junie’s messages telling me to call them, and the voicemails Akeem left me.
The most recent one he left me made me wish I hadn’t listened to it.
I was sitting on the bed after packing up the clothes Zion had purchased for me during our trip. I went to my voicemail and clicked on the most recent one.
“You have one new voice message that has not been heard. Press one to listen to your voice message.” I pressed one.
“Jordin, this is getting out of hand. What the fuck is really going on? Do you not know that you’re still under contract?
Like, what are you doing, baby? I forgive you for what happened.
It’s not your fault that nigga kidnapped you, but it’s been a week, and your parents don’t seem the least bit concerned that that ghetto-ass nigga kidnapped you.
Just . . . let me know if you’re safe, Jay.
We can still do this. We can still get married.
I love you. Don’t let that nigga ruin the beautiful life we planned to have together. Call me back. Please.”
The recording ended, and I sighed while shaking my head.
I had forgotten about that stupid contract.
Along with the prenup, the contract stated that I couldn’t leave six months before the wedding, and two years after the marriage.
It was his arrogant way of making sure I didn’t leave him if he happened to slip up and do something foolish.
The fact that he put it into place was crazy to me, but at the time, I didn’t think too much about it.
Now, he was reminding me of the stupid shit I’d gotten myself into with him.
Honestly, I didn’t care, because I didn’t think Zion would ever come back for me.
Now that he had, I knew I had to find a way to get out of that shit with him.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Zion stepped in, looking like a double chocolate brownie. My mouth instantly watered as I thought about wrapping my lips around the extra-large dick. I swear, this week reminded me of how bad I had it for that man. He was just so . . . perfect.
“Ready, baby?”
I smiled. “No, . . . but I guess we don’t have much of a choice. I’m going to miss this place.”
“You don’t have to miss it. It’ll be ours soon enough.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? How?”
“Don’t worry yourself with that. Just know I’ve been hearing you rave about not wanting to leave all week, and I decided to contact the property owner. I’m going to make him an offer he won’t be able to refuse.”
“Awww, babe. Really!” I yelled in excitement as I stood and jumped into his arms.
“Really,” he confirmed.
“Oh, my God!” I planted kisses all over his face until our lips met. I kissed him deeply, and just when it was about to get heavy, he pulled away and tapped my bottom.
“We have to get going. The jet is waiting for us.”
“Ugh, okay.” I released him, and he grabbed my luggage and my hand.
Together, we left the villa and got into our awaiting car service.
I knew I had to tell Zion about the contract, but I would wait until we got back home to deliver the news.
I didn’t want him to be blindsided by this, and prayerfully, he’d be able to find a solution for me.
I had no doubt that he would.
It had always been in his nature to protect me and do anything he could to make sure I was happy and taken care of.
It only took us forty-five minutes to get to the jet. Leaving the island would be bittersweet, but I had no doubt Zion was going to make sure that villa would become our vacation home.
Ours.
How crazy was it that I had already planned to cement myself back into his life? I mean, he wasn’t letting me go anywhere anyway, but the fact that I was down to get back into the groove of things with him without a second thought was above me now.
Once we boarded and the jet took off into the sky and leveled, I made myself comfortable by placing my feet in Zion’s lap while he wrote something in a small, black notebook.
“What’s that?” I asked.
He looked over at me briefly before writing something else down. “My to-do list. I came straight out of prison, became a wedding crasher, and hopped on a jet. I didn’t even get to relish in our crib before I was coming for ya ass.” He chuckled.
I laughed. “I know Rahmeek spilled the beans on where the wedding was being held.”
“He did. If I had a gun, I would have had to put it to his head to give up the details.” He smirked. “I’m fucking with you, but you already know my niggas gon’ ride for me. It didn’t take much probing to get him to tell me.”
“I already know. You hadn’t mentioned Terrell. How’s he doing?” I could see him tense some then let out a slow breath.
“Shit got heavy for him when I went away. From what Meek and Killa told me, he blames himself for my going away for so long, so he started dabbling in coke. Of course, that shit became a gateway to him doing other drugs until, eventually, the heroin got to him.”
I gasped. “Oh, no. I’m so sorry, babe. I know hearing that had to hurt.”
“Yeah, I’m fucked up about it. Shit triggering. I couldn’t help my people, but I won’t let this shit take him out of here.” He shook his head. “I won’t let it.”
“And I’m going to help you. Whatever you need me to do. I’m here.”
One cheek lifted into half a smile as he leaned over and kissed my forehead.
“Promise?”
“I promise, . . . and this time, I’m keeping it.”
And I stood on that promise.
We landed back in Michigan around 7 p.m. that evening.
Kasey was on the strip, waiting for us as we got off the jet.
Zion put our bags in the trunk, then opened the door for me.
Reaching over, I opened the door for him, and he got in, wrapping his hand behind my head and driving his tongue in my mouth.
Caught off guard but accepting, I tossed my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
“I mean, y’all had a whole week to do all that shit. Y’all ain’t get enough yet?” Kasey asked, chuckling while he pulled away from the jet.
I pulled away and giggled. “Never enough.”
“That’s right, so mind your business, chauffeur,” Zion countered, and we laughed.
“Oh, you got jokes. That’s cool. Let’s see how funny you are when I get out this motherfucka and take the keys with me.” Another round of laughs filled the truck.
“Take us home, my G.”
“Home? Where exactly is home?” I asked him.
“You’ll see.”
I smiled. “I can’t wait.” Then a thought hit me. “I have to go get my things from Akeem’s place. I don’t know how that’s going to work out.” I could feel the anxiety creeping up my spine.
“Don’t worry about none of that. It’ll get taken care of.”
“Yeah, sis. Ya shit will be to you by tomorrow.”
“Not to be offensive or be disrespectful, but please don’t do anything crazy, especially you,” I said, eyes going to Zion.
“Don’t worry yourself, baby. I ain’t doing shit that’s going to land me back in prison. I’ll never leave you out here by yourself again.”
“Better not.”
He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. The ride to his home was silent, with only the music playing in the background. When I noticed us pulling into what looked like a mini-mansion out in Royal Oak, my eyes misted a bit because it was the exact house I told him I wanted to move into.
“Zion, . . . oh my goodnessss.” I tried to stop them, but the tears wouldn’t stay in their holding place. I covered my face, trying not to let him see, but he pulled them down and pulled me close to him.
“I told you I want to restore everything that we lost. Every move I made was with you in mind. I listened to everything you said, even if you think I wasn’t listening.” He wiped my tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “Come on. Daddy is tired, and I want us to check the house out together.”
I sniffled. “Okay.”
“A’ight, K. I’ll see you tomorrow, my nigga,” Zion said, dapping him up.
“Indeed, my brother. See ya, Jordin.”
“Later, Kasey.”
Zion opened the door, and I slid out behind him.
My eyes perused the landscaping, and it was breathtaking.
The grass was a deep shade of hunter green, and the porch stretched from one end of the house to the next with a flowerbed on each side.
There were no flowers, but it was okay. Lights surrounded the porch as well, with six steps that led to the thick, white door.
Zion got our bags out of the trunk, then took my hand and led me up the walkway. He reached inside of his pocket, pulled out a set of keys, and handed them to me.
“Open up, baby. Let’s see if Meek did us right.”