Chapter 4 Orion #2
I told Marsha that she had until my next line up to give me an answer about us.
Well, I buckled and gave her more time. I wasn’t tripping, though, because we started spending more time together on some deeper shit.
That was the joy of being retired. Yeah, we both had businesses, but it didn’t require us to be there since we had managers.
That gave us a lot of time to just be together.
It was noticeable by everyone because we’d been out together more publicly.
When we went into her shop together so she could check on things, you would have thought those hoes saw a damn ghost.
I grabbed her waist to control her movement.
It was time for me to get my nut. She already had a few.
She tried hard to continue massaging my beard, but this dick had her hands shaking too much.
She knew what each thrust meant. When I was about to nut, a nigga’s strokes caught a stutter.
It was like scratching a record, but my baby loved that shit.
All it took was Marsha to put the needle back on the track with a pussy muscle squeeze.
The smirk let me know that she knew exactly what her pretty ass did.
I thanked God often that he allowed me to have full functions of my man parts without the need of medication or some other old nigga shit.
As quiet as it was kept, your sexual peak was around fifty.
My nut came out violently. I covered her mouth with my hand like it would come out of it.
She giggled under my hand before she moved it. “What in the hell are you doing, Orion? Let me rinse this conditioner out.”
I let her do her thing. There was a time that she cut my hair.
My baby could do everything. It was impressive that she had a barber and cosmetology license.
She was an amazing businesswoman, mother, friend, grandmother, and woman overall.
It sickened me that I messed this up all those years ago.
One of the biggest regrets that I had about my past actions was that we didn’t have more children.
I knew since we were teenagers that she wanted at least three children.
I also knew that having more than one child’s father was not something that she wanted, and that was not negotiable.
Four years into our breakup, she did get pregnant but lost the baby.
That was a hard time, and I made it harder by fucking with Kim and getting her pregnant.
I would never regret my daughter, ever. I just remembered the day that I had to tell Marsha about her.
Her depression set in hard, and she isolated herself from everyone, including Euri, for almost a month.
This was the woman that I loved, and I fucked up bad in the past. I could promise that it would not happen this time. Maturity and age had done well in my life. I was ready for forever with Marsha.
“Baby, what you gonna do? I think it’s time that you let me know what you decided. I’m trying to make some moves, and they are all contingent on what we’re doing. I know you already have a decision but haven’t told me yet,” I let her know.
Her head tilted. She had the tee shirt towel on my beard. “Yes, I have made a decision. Honestly, I decided the night that you asked.” She kissed my lips, then kept her face close to mine. “I want to be with you in a committed relationship.”
I kissed her lips deeply. “I love you so fuckin’ much! I promise this time will be everything that we both wanted.”
Her hands cupped my cheeks. “Wait, I want you to listen to me closely. Orion Westin, if you fuck me over in any way, shape, or form, I will kill you. This will be a slow death. I will torture you until you can no longer take it before I put a bullet in your head.” Her face tightened for a moment before she looked down and lifted her snug pussy off my dick.
“Orion, this is not the time for your dick to get hard.”
She was right, but I couldn’t help it. “My bad, but that shit was scary and sexy at the same time. I know there will be no need for those actions, so I’m safe.
” I reached into my pocket to pull out what had been burning a hole in it for almost a week.
“So, now that we’ve established that it’s me and you, let’s make that a forever thing. ”
I opened the box and turned it to face her. “Marsha Turner, let me finally change your last name to Westin. I love you, and I always have. Let me show you that I can get us right forever.”
Tears fell down her cheek. Over the years, I’d ask her to be with me, but I had never formally proposed.
I knew I wanted the proposal to be intimate and between just us.
This was one of the most intimate things that we had done in a long time.
She took the ring box out of my hand. It was an Amethyst stone with diamonds surrounding it. “Is this the ring from . . .”
I nodded. “Yes, it’s the exact ring that you saw when we were eighteen when we went to New York. I went back the next week and bought it.”
Her eyes bucked. “Wait, you had this ring all these years? I can’t believe that. Wow!”
I chuckled. “Marsha, the day you saw that ring, there was this spark in your eye that I wanted to see all the time. I knew that was the ring that I would ask you to be mine forever with. It took time, but now is the time. I messed up, but I feel God needed to teach me how to honor his daughter, so I waited until being with you was on his time.”
She kissed my lips, then giggled. “Was bullying me a part of the plan? Did God tell you to keep your foot on my neck?”
“I mean, I gave him a little assist here and there. I can’t help but be a love bully. So, what do you say? Can I make you mine forever?”
She smiled brightly before she responded. “You’re fuckin’ right you can. I love you, Orion Westin.”
A Few Mornings Later . . .
My eyes moved to the bedside clock. Who the fuck was calling my phone at six in the fuckin’ morning!
I couldn’t reach it without disturbing my baby, who lay asleep on my chest. We had yet to announce our engagement to the family, but we had a family dinner planned.
I think they all suspected that we were officially together.
She shifted in her sleep before she spoke with a tired voice. “Baby, get your loud ass phone with your old ass ears. Why is that ringer so damn loud?” Marsha jested.
She always had jokes. I kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about how loud my ringer is. All you need to be worried about is that I hear that good pussy and heart calling me. I can hear that like a dog’s whistle.”
“Boy, shut up.” She responded with a giggle. When she moved from my chest, I felt the void immediately. Damn, I love this woman.
It was crazy because I thought I craved her before.
Now that I knew she was mine, it was this obsessive, territorial spirit that covered me when it came to her.
It was on some psychopathic type of flow.
It was more like I’d kill you and send you to your mother as a Christmas present if you fucked with her kind of thing.
I reached over to grab my phone. I answered immediately when I saw it was Derrick. Something must be wrong with the store. “What’s up, Son?”
“Pop, I need you to come to Karla’s house now.” I didn’t like the urgency in his voice. My kill a nigga antenna went up.
I swung my legs around to sit up. I stood, stretched, then moved toward the bathroom. “What the fuck is wrong with my baby girl, Derrick?”
There was some shuffling on the other end. “Derrick, I told you not to call him,” Karla whispered in the background. “Gosh, I told you I would tell him.”
“What the fuck does she have to tell me? It doesn’t even matter. I’m on the way.” I disconnected the line.
While I took care of my hygiene, my mind was all over the place about what was going on with Karla.
My baby girl was my least problematic child.
I couldn’t even recall a time that she had a rebellious stage.
If she had that crazy ass ho stage that females talked about, she made sure to keep that shit well hidden from me and her brothers.
I came out of the bathroom and paused my steps. Marsha was dressed in black leggings, a hoodie, pooh shiesty mask, and sneakers like we were about to commit a murder. “Marsha, what the fuck?”
She shrugged. “All I heard was that something was wrong with my baby girl. I want to be ready for whatever.”
I didn’t say shit as I moved around the room to put my clothes on. My fiancée was fuckin’ nuts. That shit made my dick hard. She always cut for my kids in a way that their mothers didn’t. I would exclude Gia from that equation. Before her death, she was all about Aaron. “Let’s go, Marsha.”
“What the hell is going on in here?” I asked as soon as I opened the door to Karla’s house after I entered my code into her electronic door lock.
It was a full house which let me know that something was up for real. All three of my sons were here and Bruqlyn. She looked sympathetic while my boys looked pissed. As mean as my daughter-in-law was, she had a soft ass heart when it came to the people that she loved.
Karla stood from her seat on the couch next to Bruqlyn. “Daddy, it’s nothing. They are overreacting.”
Aaron stood. “Karla, I swear to God. I’m about to jump across this couch on your ass.”
Marsha stepped up with her finger in the air. “Aaron, I will jump over this couch and bust you in your big ass head if you ever threaten your sister again. Now what the fuck is going on?” She glanced down at her watch on her wrist. “It’s too early in the fuckin’ morning.”
Like he was a child and not a thirty-one-year-old man, Aaron stomped upstairs like a brat. My eyes tightened at the fear in Karla’s eyes. “Karla, baby, I need you to tell me something. Your daddy is about to turn on his demon mode, and I just want to know who I need to send to hell.”
Before she could answer, Aaron came back down the stairs. My head snapped at Marsha who looked at me with a side-eye. Aaron walked closer to us, and I was completely confused. “Who fuckin’ baby is that?”
There was no way that was Karla’s child.
The baby looked like it could be no more than a month old.
When Karla took what I would assume was a girl, because of the pink outfit, out of Aaron’s hand, the baby did that newborn stretch to further let me know that it was a newborn.
I knew like hell Karla didn’t hide a whole damn pregnancy from us.
“Daddy, this is Maddie. Um, she’s my sister. ”
I put my arm out and finger up toward Marsha. “That is not my baby, so don’t even think it. Your pussy is the only—”
“Pop! What the fuck!” Euri jumped up with a scrunched face like I gave a fuck. His mother threatened to torture me if I fucked her over. I didn’t even want the seed that I played with her to enter her mind.
Marsha’s eyes were tight, but they were on Karla. “Karla, what do you mean, that is your sister? Where did she come from?”