Chapter 11 #2
I wrapped my arms around Russell’s torso as we rode through the streets of Onyx City. For the first time since I was fifteen, I felt genuine happiness deep in my soul. There were some things I continued to deal with and would soon seek professional help, but I was the happiest I’d been in a decade.
We arrived at our destination, and after getting off his bike, he helped me do the same. He secured our helmets, and we walked hand in hand into the establishment. I looked around and found it strange that it was completely empty, but I didn’t give it much thought.
“Hello. I’m Carmen, and I’ll be helping you with your experience today. You can place your things at this table, then I’ll take you to get your smock and choose your shoes and paint colors.”
“Thank you,” Russell and I said simultaneously.
We placed our things at the table she indicated in the center of the room, then followed her to get our supplies.
“I’m surprised this place is empty. It always looks busy when I drive by,” I whispered to Russell.
“There’s a lot going on in the city tonight,” he whispered back with a shrug.
We put on our smock, chose our shoes and paint supplies, and returned to our table. As we got settled, music began to play softly in the background. It was an R&B song from the nineties, and I hoped the music stayed in that era while we were here.
Carmen explained how the process worked, gave us different tools to assist us, showed us how to use them, then left us to it.
“Let’s make a bet,” Russell suggested.
“Okay.”
“If my shoes look better than yours, you have to sit on my face.”
I lifted my hands in surrender as I said, “You won, sir. That’s not a bet I want to win.”
“How about this? If your shoes look better than mine, you have to sit on my face. You can choose which bet you want to agree to.”
I nodded with a smile. “Those are some terms I can work with. You have a deal.”
We worked quietly for a while, focusing on customizing our shoes before he spoke again.
“We’ll have to give up our only extra bedroom if we are able to adopt Oaklyn.”
“I know. Eventually, we’ll need more room. Maybe we can add on to the suite.”
“That’s not a bad idea, but I was thinking we could do a little more than that.”
I was confused because what more could we do than add on to the suite?
“Like what?” I asked.
“Build another house. There’s plenty of land.”
“Build another house? That’s a lot.”
“We could always leave The Compound, but—”
“No. I love being close to everyone. We still have our privacy, and it’s safe.”
“We don’t have to decide today, but I want you to know we have options. Eventually, we may outgrow the suite.”
“You think so?”
“If things work out with Oaklyn, we may want to continue to grow our family.”
“You think that’s something you’d want to do?”
“Let’s take this one child at a time, but I’m definitely not opposed to it.”
I spent so much time worried about whether this man would still love me when he found out I couldn’t have children. He’d proven me wrong ten times over, and my heart was so full.
We continued customizing our shoes and enjoying the music. It took about an hour, and when we were finished, Carmen led us to the room where the shoes dried. It took about twenty-four hours for them to dry completely, and we could pick them up tomorrow.
“This was fun,” I said after took off our smocks and washed our hands.
“I’m glad you enjoyed. Whose shoes do you think look better?”
He stepped in front of me and grabbed my waist.
“Of course, I think mine look better, but either way, I’ll be sitting on your face in the near future.”
He leaned in and whispered, “We can go in the bathroom and take care of that right now.”
His lips brushed against my ear before pressing them against my lips. When he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I almost forgot we were in public. His hands moved from my waist to my ass, and I remembered where we were.
“You need to calm down,” I said with a giggle as I pulled away.
“I probably should. You know my dick got a mind of its own.”
He took my hand, and we headed back to the front. When we rounded the corner, I was shocked to see our table had been transformed. All the tools and materials we used for our shoes were gone, and it was set up for dinner for two.
Not only that, a young man and woman were standing next to the table, dressed as servers. I looked at Russell, confused, and he smiled as if nothing strange was happening.
“What’s going on?” I asked since it didn’t seem he would offer any information.
“I worked up an appetite. It’s dinnertime.”
He led me back to our table and pushed my chair in after I was seated. Once he was seated across from me, the servers jumped into action, serving us shrimp cocktail as an appetizer and filling wine glasses with white wine.
“Russell, what are you up to?”
“What makes you think I’m up to something?”
“I’ve never been here, but I’m positive this is not something they normally do.”
“I may or may not have pulled a few strings.”
“Thank you. This was very thoughtful. What else is on the menu?” I asked as before I took a bite of shrimp.
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
“Are we celebrating something?”
He put his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together before he responded.
“That you’re mine, from your head to your toes and all the parts in between, especially your heart and that juicy ass pussy.”
His words and the way he looked at me made me feel warm and fuzzy inside as I sipped my wine. There was no denying it. I was absolutely his, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.