Chapter 10 #2
I let her walk in first, and she stopped in her tracks upon seeing the setup.
There was a dinner table in the corner, with serving trays on one side and a huge blank canvas with paint and materials on the other.
The lights were dim, but the candles surrounding the room provided enough light for the intimate setting, and rose petals were scattered throughout.
I planned to make this room the teacher’s lounge so I put a couch to the far right and brought a blanket just in case.
Blackstreet’s “Before I Let You Go” played softly on the Bluetooth speaker.
She gasped. “Emmy . . .”
“Did I tell you that you’re wearing the fuck out of that dress?
” I asked, eyes scanning her slim-thick ass frame.
Yumi didn’t have a lot of ass and titties back in high school.
She had a tablespoon at best. However, this Yumi’s body was fit, breasts the size of oranges, and a dinner plate of ass that I wanted to devour.
The sage green dress with the middle cutout that stopped at her knees and the gold Saint Laurent heels gave her ass more definition.
She turned to me with that pretty ass smile still adorning her face. “You like?” she asked, doing a spin.
“I love.”
“Thank you. You look good, too.”
“Thanks, baby.” I kissed her cheek. “I don’t want our food to get cold, so we’re going to eat, then paint. Sounds good?”
“Sure.”
I guided her to the table, pulled out her chair, and then took my seat.
I took the champagne from the ice bucket, grabbed the cloth napkin, and popped the top.
I poured a glass, said grace, then lifted the tops to our food.
Tonight, we were having shrimp stir-fry with butter-lime sauce and garlic breadsticks.
“This smells so good.”
“I hope it’s good to you. I made it.”
“You made this?” I nodded. “You’re just surprising me at every turn.
I guess there is a lot that I don’t know about you.
I mean, the way you used to dress and talk back in high school allowed me to see remnants of who you are today.
I guess my vision of you got blurred after I heard what you really did for a living.
” She took a bite of her food, closed her eyes, and her head swayed from left to right.
“Oh my goodness. Good dick and good food. I think I may be in my winning season!” We both laughed.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it. The only thing you’ve ever mastered was those pineapple-glazed ribs,” she said, taking another bite.
“Doing what I do doesn’t define me, Yumi.
” I circled back to her first statement.
“It’s something that I do, but it’s not who I am.
I’ve always had dreams and aspirations to become something bigger than my family’s life of crime.
The young man you had grown to know and love is who I am today.
It’s just unfortunate that I couldn’t be who I wanted to be back then.
” I shook my head as my hand swung around the room. “This is who I am.”
She nodded. “I’m seeing that now.”
“I’m glad you do. I want you to know that you never have to worry about being in the middle of anything illegal with me.
This phase of my life is where I take back the life I never got the chance to live with the woman I always loved.
” We were silent for a moment before she took a sip of her champagne and looked at me.
“Does your family know about this?”
“The school?” She nodded. “Nah. You’re the first person I’ve ever shown besides Juno, my driver.”
“Why?”
“Because I want it to be a surprise to them. I’ll invite them to attend the grand opening. It’s only right that I share my first investment with my wife first.”
She blushed and placed her chin in her palm while staring at me. “Why do you want to marry me, Emery?”
I took a sip of my champagne. “Twenty or some odd years ago, I felt this powerful force while I was walking down the hall of Frank Cody High School. I looked around until my eyes landed on what was pulling at me. It was you. Right then, I knew you were my kismet. I don’t give a fuck how many women I bedded during our separation; none of them were able to pull me in the way that you did.
“None of them kept my attention as long as you did. Not one of them made my heart flip at the sight of them the way that you did. After being without you for so long, I started to feel empty. But the moment you walked into my house, I came alive inside. I didn’t realize how dead I was until I saw your face again.
” I cleared my throat of the emotion building up.
I didn’t want to sound weak, but it was what she did to me.
“You put my heart in a coma.” I could see her eyes glistening under the candlelight.
She didn’t speak for about ten seconds before she took the ring I’d given her from her finger and handed it to me.
I frowned, feeling my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.
Don’t do this shit to me, again, Yummy.
“W-what are you doing?” I stuttered.
“Take it.”
“I’m not taking that. It’s yours.”
“Trust me.” We stared at each other for a minute before I reluctantly took it from her. “Now, ask me . . . the proper way.”
I smirked as I slid my chair back, walked around the table, and kneeled before her.
“Yumi Alaya Aldana. I can give you thirty million reasons why I love you, but the only one that matters is that I do. So fucking much. You make my world spin off its axis and land right into your hands. You have the power to shut shit down and make shit rise. Even though I’m a king, I will always need my queen by my side to help me rule the world.
There is no one else I’d rather have standing by my side than you.
Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Emery Aldana? ”
Tears slid down her cheeks as she nodded. “I will be honored.” I slipped the ring back on her finger, and we engaged in a deep kiss. I was the first to pull away because I knew where shit would lead, and I still wanted to do the activity with her.
“Are you done eating?”
“We can wrap it to go. I want to feel you,” she said, pulling at my belt.
I chuckled and grabbed her wrists, kissing the insides of them. “In a minute, baby. I want us to end the night with my dick curled around your cervix.” She laughed as I led her over to the canvas. She took a seat, and I walked to the center of the room and began to undress.
She giggled. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to paint me . . . naked.”
“Emery! I don’t know how to paint.”
“Do your best. Tell me how you want me to pose.”
“Oh, my goodness. I’m going to have you looking crazy. This is your ministry, not mine.”
“Tell me where you want me, Yummy.”
“Huuh, fine. On the stool is fine.”
“Cool. Make me look good, a’ight?”
She giggled again as I stripped naked. I had to have been sitting on the stool for a good hour, and my ass was starting to hurt while she giggled, sipped champagne, and danced in her seat to the music.
“My own little sexy R&B paint and sip. I love it!” She giggled some more.
“My ass is starting to hurt, Yummy. Are you done yet?”
“Hold on. I have one more thing to do.” I waited two more minutes before she told me she was done. I walked over to her and looked at the canvas, seeing something that looked like David Alan Grier from Tales From Da Hood.
“You got me fucked up, my baby.”
She burst into a fit of laughter as I took some of the paint and smeared it on her face. She gasped and dug her hand into the paint and ran her hand down my face. From there, it was an all-out paint war as we laughed, and I held her close.
“You ruined my dress!” She pouted.
“We’ll go on a shopping spree tomorrow.” I helped her out of her clothes and kissed her neckline until I reached her lips. I began rubbing paint all over her body, then lifted her and placed her back against the wall. Our tongues tangoed, and I dipped my knees before sliding myself inside of her.
“Sss, ahh,” she hissed, locking her legs around my waist tightly.
“Shit stay wet.” I groaned, swirling my hips to stir her honey pot.
There was really no one else I desired, needed, or wanted other than Yumi.
She was a force in my life back then and an even bigger one now.
Fuck her family or anyone else who was against us.
I wasn’t leaving her again, and that was on Freddy Krueger and his bitch ass nightmares.
We went at it for a while before I pulled four orgasms out of her and came inside of her. I lay with her on the couch as we caught our breaths and allowed the music to lull Yumi to sleep while I thought of something to cop her for an early push gift.