Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
How the hell did Richardson know about that one date?
One date that ended in the middle of the damn dinner.
Shit!
And who the hell told him?
Something I did at twenty-one out of pure curiosity came back tonight and slapped the shit out of me and just put my campaign, my career, and maybe my bench in jeopardy.
And to make matters worse, I have to explain it to my husband.
Although everything was innocent, I feel bad for not telling him before tonight and my omission might hurt him too.
This whole thing is out of hand and I hate it. I can barely enjoy my bath.
“Can I come in?” his smooth baritone calls from the bathroom door.
“You never have to ask,” I say and mean it. He has all access to me, all of me.
While I always wanted what my grandparents had, I was an outsider looking in.
Experiencing it is something special; it’s heaven-sent.
My husband adores me, considers me, and unequivocally loves me.
He’s a highly intelligent man and I’m confident that he’s figured out I did something, and even knowing that, he’s more concerned that I’m okay.
Not once since the ride here has he pressured me to tell him.
The door opens and he walks in holding a glass of wine. “No skips,” he says when he hands me the glass and I smile. He listens to everything I say. I have my candles and lavender and mint gels in my water but I was missing the most critical portion of the trinity for a bath, my wine.
“Thank you, baby,” I tell him. “It’ll be even better if you join me.”
“I figured you wanted privacy, so I took a shower in Niya’s room,” he says as he eases down on the edge of the tub. “Enjoy your bath and I’ll enjoy watching.”
“I can’t really enjoy it, not until I tell you why Richardson said what he said.
Part of it was true,” I admit and he doesn’t even flinch or react negatively in any way.
“I met Giselle around my junior year at CFU. I was a poor college kid and there was a meeting offering free food and hookah. I went and it was her recruiting girls for her new business, an online escort company. Once I knew what she wanted, I was disinterested, very disinterested. Besides knowing I wanted a legal career, I just knew being an escort wouldn’t be my jam.
I honestly stayed for the free food but ended up gaining a friend.
“Although I didn’t want to be or get hired by Giselle, I was the last one there and we had a time.
We exchanged information and hung out after that.
Sometimes, girls just click and that was us.
She was a little older, so she had her own.
Some weekends, if I wanted a break, I would chill with her and that’s how I met Alex and Kyrah.
” I smile at the memory of meeting my sisters.
“Giselle was running her business out of her house then. She only had seven girls and things were picking up real fast. Two hours before a planned date, her scheduled girl basically called in sick. The other girls were booked and she was desperate. The man was a little older, here for some accounting conference that week, and just wanted dinner with a beautiful woman. He was tired of talking business breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and he’d heard about TopPick.
“My best friend was desperate and in a jam, so I agreed,” I say.
I notice his eyebrows tent a little. When he doesn’t say anything, I continue.
“It was dinner, that’s it, that’s all. Plus, it was a thousand dollars.
My broke college student pockets needed that.
So I agreed. That shit was awkward as hell.
I was so uncomfortable and nervous that someone would see me and know he was paying me to eat with him.
That was so absurd but it’s how I felt. I’m sure he was having a horrible time.
” Everything in me wants to grin as I picture that weird date but I don’t want him to misconstrue that as me not taking this seriously because it is and I am.
“Well, it happened. In the middle of dinner, one of my grandparents’ friends and neighbor came into the restaurant.
My eyes met Mrs. Johnson’s and it was a wrap.
I literally started coughing and told the man I felt sick.
He was a gentleman and closed the bill and walked me out.
Because I didn’t want to ruin the night for Giselle, I did hug him and kiss his cheek before damn near running to my car.
That was the one and only favor I did for Giselle’s business.
I wasn’t her employee and nothing happened beyond a hug and kiss,” I say, then hold my damn breath for his reaction.
Nothing.
He doesn’t even blink.
Still nothing and his face is unreadable.
Then, right when I start to say something, he leans in and lovingly kisses my breath away.
The kiss is filled with desire, love, and tenderness, saying everything his silence didn’t.
He loves me unconditionally, deeply, without any hesitation, and I love him just as much and hard.
No man has seen, accepted, nor treated me like he does.
If chalant was a real word, it would definitely describe my highly concerned and engaged husband.
Drinking that THC drink the night of the ball and accepting a drink from him were clearly the best decisions of my life.
When he leaves my lips wanting, he gently grabs my chin. After brushing his lips across mine, he says, “Drink your wine and enjoy the rest of the bath. ’Cause when you’re done, I’m going to make love to every inch of this beautiful body.”
“What about what Richardson said?” I ask.
“Tomorrow. We will deal with that bullshit tomorrow.”
“But wh?—”
“Tomorrow. Tonight, you did your thing in that debate. The slug he threw was bullshit and it can wait until tomorrow. We have to celebrate the fact that you reinforced your platform, proved why you deserve your bench, and remained the queen you are even when his bitch ass tried to snatch your crown. Bathe, then bring all of this to me,” he says, then pecks my lips.
When he walks his sexy ass out of the bathroom, my eyes follow.
He has an easy gait of a confident man and I love to watch him walk.
Once he steps out, I say fuck this bath because I want to fuck my husband.
Quick as hell, I down my wine and get out of the tub.
I’ve been in here long e-damn-nough and there’s no need to keep him or myself waiting.
His beautiful body is stretched out on the bed and his heavy dick rests on his muscular thigh.
I swear my mouth waters at the sight. When I clear my throat, he turns toward me and I watch as his eyes lustfully drag up and down my naked body.
The sides of his lips curve and a smile of pure adoration forms as I feel my skin heat. The way he looks at me… Damn.
“Bring my pussy here,” he utters and I tap between my legs.
“This?” I ask in a playful yet seductive tone.
“Yeah. Come put it on my face,” he commands, and like the dutiful wife I am, I do.
As I saunter over to the bed, he inches down on his pillows, perfectly positioning himself for me. I’m smiling from ear to ear because I know what his lips and tongue are capable of. When I reach him, he extends his arm and I accept his hand.
I climb on him, straddling his waist. I intentionally grind my pussy on his dick before dragging it up his chest. My hands grip my leather headboard as I position my knees on either side of his face then I smother him just the way he likes it and definitely the way I love.
True to his word, my husband licks, sucks, and kisses my pussy until I explode on his face twice. Then he lifts my body and practically slams me onto his hard dick and makes love to me through another mind-blowing orgasm. Exhausted, pleased beyond measure, and loved, I collapse onto his chest.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” I utter breathlessly.
“I don’t need to dream; my life is as sweet as I ever imagined. I love you, kyau,” he says, then kisses the top of my head.
“I love you too,” I say, meaning every syllable before falling into the most satisfying sleep.
When I wake up hours later, he’s already out of bed and divine smells coming from the kitchen fill my bedroom.
After doing a full body stretch, I ease out of bed and amble into the bathroom, directly into my shower.
I handle my dental hygiene, wash and moisturize my face, then hydrate my skin after my shower.
I slip on my underwear, a tee, and a pair of shorts then follow my nose.
My fine husband is shirtless and standing in front of the kitchen island cracking eggs into a small bowl.
“You’re up?” he says.
“You’re fine,” I respond and he grins.
“Is that how you greet me?”
“Yes.” I nod then walk over to him and hug him from behind. After planting a kiss on his back, I squeeze into the space between him and the island. He nods toward me, asking for a kiss, and I oblige. “Good morning, handsome,” I say.
“That’s better. Good morning.”
“You look too comfortable for someone who has to be at work all the way in Diamond Falls,” I admit.
“I’m not going in and neither are you,” he says. “Before you say anything, you only had two pretrial conferences. I talked to Kenya; she got two judges to take both. Your calendar is clear, Your Honor.” He kisses me again. “Duke is coming at eleven, so I wanted to feed you before he gets here.”
“You took care of everything.” I beam, so appreciative. I don’t bother to object either. I’m not really feeling going in today anyway.
“I’m just taking care of you,” he counters.
“Well, how can I help with all of this?”
“You can’t. Just sit your fine ass down and let your husband cook.”
“Well can I at least make us some coffee?”
“You can do that, kyau.”
I tap his chiseled chest and he lifts his arm for me to move. I step toward my coffee bar and add toffee infused beans into the grinder and press start. I prepare my cup with creamer, honey, and a splash of sugar-free caramel syrup then add just a splash of creamer in his cup.