Chapter 14
I didn’t know what to expect when I introduced Malyah to my family, but what I didn’t expect was for her and Gramps to hit it off so well. To say he welcomed her with open arms would be an understatement, and I appreciated that my grandfather took a liking to her.
My parents, on the other hand, had questions. After breakfast, they summoned me to the study. I left my wife and grandfather in the kitchen, talking about what they loved most, desserts. They were so enthralled in their conversation, neither of them noticed we’d left.
“Have a seat, Son,” my father said.
I sat on the couch while he and my mother sat in the two chairs across from me. I waited anxiously for them to speak, but they didn’t seem to be in a rush as they stared at me.
“Are either of you going to say anything?” I asked.
“You told us you weren’t in love and didn’t see yourself falling in love anytime soon,” Pops reminded me.
“You also said you didn’t have any prospects,” Ma added.
“That was true at the time.”
“That was only two weeks ago,” Ma said.
“Gramps said he knew he wanted to marry Gramsy the day he met her.”
“Is that what happened?” my father asked.
“No, but why does any of this matter? You wanted me to get married, and I’m married. Can you two do me a favor and be nice? She’s been through a lot, and the last thing she needs is her new in-laws treating her like shi—”
“Kenny!” my mother shouted.
“My bad. Can you just be nice?”
“We’re always nice because we’re nice people. Speaking of people . . . who are her people? Based on what she said, I can’t imagine she comes from a wealthy family,” Ma said.
“I don’t know who her family is, and I don’t care.”
“You should care. What if you gave our last name to a former crack baby or—”
“Dinah! Really?” my father scolded.
“What? That’s a legitimate concern. We’re trying to build a legacy here. If she gets pregnant—”
“Enough!” he chastised.
“Fine. No sense in me trying to have a civil conversation here, so I guess I’ll go and get to know my new daughter-in-law.”
Her voice was filled with sarcasm, and I refused to allow Malyah to be subject to my mother’s nonsense. I stood to follow my mother out of the den, but my father stopped me.
“I apologize on your mother’s behalf. You kinda caught us by surprise with this news.”
“I’m sure you were no more surprised than I was when I was told to get married or else.”
“It wasn’t like that, Son.”
“Were we not in the same room? I was told—”
“Okay, okay. No need to rehash it. You’re married now, and from where I’m standing, you’re happy with your decision. That’s honestly all that matters, but it may take your mother a minute to come around.”
“Hopefully not.”
“She envisioned you marrying the daughter of someone wealthy, and—”
“Like you said, Pops. I’m happy with my decision, and that’s all that matters. I need to get out there and make sure your wife is behaving.”
“Oh, she’s my wife now?”
“She was your wife before she was my mother. That’s all you.”
He stared at me for a moment before saying, “I just have one more question.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you protect yourself?”
“I had Dr. Lathan do a full physical workup, and he tested us for everything. We’re clean.”
He burst out laughing, and I had no idea what I’d said that was funny.
“I was talking about your financial assets, although it’s great to know you’ve protected your physical ones as well.”
I chuckled. “Oh, damn. I misunderstood. Yes, I protected my financial assets. We signed a contract, and aside from paying her tuition and giving her a hundred grand, if this doesn’t work out, I don’t owe her anything.”
“A hundred grand, and her tuition?”
“I know it’s a lot, but not only do I think she deserves it, . . . she’s worth that and more.”
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“I do, Pops. I found a diamond in the rough. She’s a rose in a field full of weeds.”
“Does she like you?” Pops asked.
“What are we doing here? I feel like I’m in third grade.”
“Well, does she?” he continued.
“She says she does, but she’s kinda guarded and with good reason.”
“You may just be the man to help her let her guard down.”
“That’s the goal.”
I’d never been more ready to leave my family’s presence and go to the privacy of my own space than I had today. After the conversation with my parents, we all ended up in the kitchen, where my grandfather had been picking Malyah’s brain.
It was interesting to watch Gramps interact with Malyah because no one else in the family shared his love and passion for baking. His excitement as they discussed different recipes was heartwarming.
When Gramps finally gave Malyah a moment to breathe, my mother took his place. It was evident that Malyah enjoyed my grandfather’s company, but she wasn’t as receptive to my mother, which was understandable.
Dinah Goode didn’t come from money, and I wouldn’t say she married into it either. Although Sweet, Savory, and Goode was a multimillion-dollar company now, it wasn’t when my parents met, although it was hugely successful back then.
She went to law school and eventually became an attorney, earning an impressive salary. Unlike the women in her circle, she contributed to our family's wealth. The women she surrounded herself with were born into wealthy families with legacies that stretched back several generations.
Sometimes, I think she worked too hard and did too much to fit in with those women, and I wasn’t fond of her behavior when she acted that way. The woman who raised me was down-to-earth and never bougie, and I wished she didn’t feel the need to be any other way.
Obviously, Malyah didn’t know her the way I did, so when my mother’s interactions with her were snooty, it was off-putting. Malyah kept her at arm’s length, and I couldn’t say I didn’t blame her. She gave short, direct responses to my mother’s questions, but remained polite and respectful.
My father was quiet and observant, but his disposition was welcoming. The few times he and Malyah interacted, it ended in laughter because of something funny one of them said. Overall, considering how the morning started, it ended on a better note.
By the time we parted ways with my family and headed down to my apartment, she’d warmed up to my mother some, but I could tell she still had reservations. I was sure she’d have some questions about the change in my mother’s demeanor, because I sure as hell had a few.
After we unpacked our cars and put most of her things in the guest room, we showered separately. I went first because she wanted to put some of her things away. Once she showered, she joined me in bed.
“Today’s been interesting,” she said after resting her head on my chest.
“That’s putting it mildly. How do you feel?”
“Mentally exhausted. I was a bit overstimulated.”
“I’m sure. I think you might be my grandfather’s new best friend.”
“Oh my God. I love him already. I can’t wait to get in the kitchen with him. He can probably teach me more than I’ll ever learn in school.”
“I agree. He’s been waiting his whole life for someone to come along who shares his passion for baking.”
“I’m honored to be that person. This is kinda surreal because the most I’ve ever hoped for was to be hired as one of the pastry chefs. The thought of learning from the man who started the amazing Sweet, Savory, and Goode never crossed my mind.”
“I think Gramps is just as excited as you are.”
“So, what’s up with your mom?”
I chuckled. “I figured you’d get around to asking about her soon or later.”
“Do you blame me? She was in straight mama bear mode at breakfast, ready to bite my head off. What did y’all talk about in the other room?”
“I told them the truth.”
“The truth as in . . .”
“I didn’t tell them your business, but I told them about our arrangement.”
She lifted her head and looked at me with worry in her eyes.
“Kenzo, they probably think I’m a gold digger.”
“They don’t think that.”
“How do you know?”
“You’ve met them. If they thought you were a gold digger, they wouldn’t hesitate to say exactly that.”
Her head returned to my chest, and we lay there quietly for a few minutes. Suddenly, she maneuvered her body on top of mine. The T-shirt she wore gathered around her waist, and she was naked underneath.
My hands massaged her ass as she leaned forward, and her pussy pressed against my dick. I lifted the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it on the floor.
“Did you see the part in the contract that stated you have to come to bed naked?” I asked.
“No. I must’ve missed that part.”
“The only time I’ll allow it is when you're on your cycle, and then I’ll only allow panties.”
“Allow?”
“You signed the contract. It was in the small print that you probably didn’t read.”
“I’ll be sure to take a closer look at the contract tomorrow. In the meantime, I think we should christen your bed.”
“It’s our bed now.”
She slipped her hand between us, lifted her ass, and sank onto my dick.
“Mmm,” we moaned simultaneously.
I grabbed the front of her neck and pulled her face down to mine. Our lips connected, softly at first, then we feverishly kissed. While our tongues worked into and around each other’s mouths, her ass moved up and down on my dick.
Her hot, tight, wet pussy had my head spinning. I tore my mouth from hers and bit my bottom lip. My nut threatened to make an appearance, but I wasn’t ready. I released her neck, roughly palmed her ass, and lifted her off my dick, causing her to squeal.
“What are you—oh shit!”
Her body tensed, then relaxed when my mouth latched onto her pussy. She used the headboard to balance herself and rode my face like she was a jockey in the Kentucky Derby.
When she exploded, her nectar dripped into my mouth, onto my chin, and down my neck. She lifted her body in an effort to get away, but I wrapped my arms around her upper thighs and didn’t let her go until I’d had my fill.
“Kenzo, please,” she begged as her body convulsed.
I finally released her, and she fell to my side with her head toward the foot of the bed. My dick was on the verge of exploding, and if I entered her now, I’d bust immediately. Instead, I grabbed her leg and kissed her ankle, then moved to her feet before sucking on her big toe.
“Oooh God.” She cooed as her foot tensed in my hand.
I sucked and licked her toes until she squirmed her way out of my grasp.
“Get on your knees and toot that ass up,” I demanded.
She moved quickly, doing exactly as I asked, and although I could only see her silhouette, she looked damn good. I positioned myself behind her, held her waist with one hand while using the other to ease my dick into her slippery hole.
“Fuck!” I groaned through gritted teeth.
“Mmm, shit!”
With both hands on her waist, I pounded into her from the back, and she took my dick like a champ.
“That’s it, baby. I love the way you take this dick.”
“Fuck! It feels so good.”
I snatched her bonnet from her head, then grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head toward me aggressively. She yelped when the palm of my free hand went across her ass.
“I see you like it rough, baby. You like when I smack that ass?”
“Do it again,” she urged.
Her request somehow made my dick harder, and every time my hand landed on her ass, my nut got closer to the tip of my dick.
“You ready for me to bust this load?”
“Fill me up, baby.”
This situation was too good to be true. Behind those innocent eyes, Malyah was a freak, and that shit turned me on more than I’d ever been.
Her pussy pulsed around my dick, forcing me to follow her orders and fill her with my seeds. Her screams collided with my grunts as we reached our peak together before collapsing.