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"We're here, miss," Janet, the flight attendant, says softly as she stacks some glasses from the kitchenette area.
I'm groggy from the long journey and I blink my swollen eyes open. I may not have cried in her presence, but I sobbed the entire flight here on the plane. She wasn't going to kill me. Somehow, deep down in my heart, I knew all along. The proof suggested otherwise, but I knew.
"Where are we?"
She smiles. "A driver will take you to the hotel you stayed at in London—the one where Ms. Manoban first took you. It's one of her hotels and a landing place for her girls. You're to take as much time as you need to gather your bearings. In the morning, the money should be wired into your account."
I stand and stretch. "I don't have an account. I don't even have any identification."
She chuckles as if I'm adorable. "Oh, sweetheart, your official papers are waiting in your room. Ms. Manoban doesn't do anything small. She forgets nothing. You're set, my dear."
I'm in a daze as I clutch my purse the whole way to the hotel. Slipping my hand inside, I stroke the gift I'd bought for Lisa. Just having her birthday gift in my hands helps me cope. I miss her so fucking much and I don't understand why she sent me away.
It's what you wanted.
I swallow that bitter pill of understanding and try to be hopeful about the situation. Lisa was a good girl. Her reasons for pushing me away a little earlier than our contract confounds me but it works for my plan. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she knew about Mark and his threats. But how could she have figured it out? His motives will forever be a mystery.
The car stops in front of the fancy hotel and I rub my belly. My little baby is probably nothing more than a blip on a radar, but this baby is my blip. I'll protect my little blip until I'm old and on my deathbed.
"Bunny?"
The door opens and a pretty Mexican woman greets me. I blink in shock, recognizing her from the scrapbook. "Swan?"
She smiles broadly at me. "Oh, honey, come here."
I scramble out of the car and walk into her embrace. Tears are streaming down my face but they're silent. She finally pulls away and inspects me. The woman is runway gorgeous and here I am looking like a ragamuffin.
"No wonder you were her favorite. I mean, look at you. You're stunning, girlfriend. Come on, let's get you settled in."
Dumfounded, I follow her inside. Several other women I recognize from the scrapbook wave at me. What fucking sort of alternate reality have I stepped into?
"Why are they all here?" I question as we enter the elevator.
"Dubois emailed us. Whenever we get a newbie, we like to greet them and make them feel welcome. You're my first newbie to greet. Dubois also tells me you're the last. It's the least we can do for Ms. Manoban. I owe her everything. I wouldn't have found my fiancé, Gorgi, if it weren't for Ms. Manoban coming into my life."
I swallow and try not to cry. She guides me to the room I stayed at once before with Lisa. With a swipe of a key, she lets us in and escorts me over to the table.
"It's all there. Everything you'll need."
I pick up a thick yellow envelope. Inside is a checkbook, a passport, and several other documents. "A whole family of fucking Manobans," I mutter, my words filled with hurt.
She laughs. "Oh, don't be silly. My name is Liana Hung. You're the only toy she's ever named a Manoban. That's why you're the favorite."
I watch as she shows me a suitcase that's been filled with new clothes, an email from Bambam instructed her on the correct sizes to buy.
"Like I said," she reminds me. "You may stay here until it all sinks in, or you could leave tomorrow. It's your choice. You'll never be cold or hungry again. She sees to it that we're always taken care of."
She's just walking toward the door when I stop her. "Did you love her?"
Her smile is sweet. Nostalgic even. "Of course, Jennie. We all did. But she never loved us back. It takes getting out in the real world to finally understand that. In time, you'll understand it too."
At her exit, I drop to my knees and howl in pain.
She does love me.
And I'll never understand it otherwise.
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"This is the address of Wendy Dempsey?" I question.
The cabbie nods and holds out his hand. "Did you expect Buckingham Palace?"
Shaking my head, I toss him a wad of cash that I'd taken from Lisa and climb out. The home is rundown and old on the outside. Weeds are growing in the cracks of the sidewalk. I can't believe this is Wendy's home. When we roomed together when I first moved to London, she'd been neat and organized. Our flat was immaculate. I suck in a brave breath of air and climb the steps. With a quick rap on the door, I wait.
I didn't want to come seek revenge or accuse her of anything. I simply wanted to make sure she was okay. Footsteps tap toward me from the other side of the door and then it's suddenly opened.
For what seems like an eternity, I stare at my friend. Dark circles ring her eyes. Wrinkles mar the corners of her lips from years of frowning. She reeks of smoke.
"Jennie?" Tears well in her eyes and she assumes a defensive position as if I might attack her.
"Wendy. How have you been?"
Something breaks inside of her and she bursts into tears. "You have to believe me, Jen. I looked for you. Everywhere! Whatever drug they gave us confused me. The police searched and searched but eventually gave up on me. I went to that club every night for years hoping you'd show back up. You never did! I thought he killed you!"
Her body wracks with shudders and I rush over to her. Enveloping her in a hug, I assure her everything is okay.
"Wen, it's okay. I'm okay. Don't worry about it. Everything worked out in the end."
She sniffles and pulls away. "Your girlfriend came to see me. I've never been so scared in my life."
I raise an eyebrow at her.
"I just knew she was going to make that black guy kill me. But once I explained the story, she wrote me a check, Jen. A hundred thousand quid. She also gave me the address to her hotel, said I had a job if I needed one. She was like some dark angel there to save me."
My lips spread into a grin. Knowing that Lisa came with the intention to avenge me warms me. Turns out, she ended up having to protect Wendy too. All those women. She helped them all—like she couldn't help her mother. My heart breaks.
"Lisa is a good girl," I admit.
Then, she regards me seriously. "Before they left town, she came back. She told me I'd never have to worry about Corgy again. I was shocked but happy. Then, a few days later, I found this . . ." She runs off down the hallway and returns with a newspaper.
Man Slain Over Drug Deal Gone Bad
The headline is an assumption but the truth is as plain as day. Corgy had been beat to death with a tire iron. Just like Kai had almost been beat to death by two fists. Lisa, my avenging angel, had been there too on my behalf. The fact that she killed one man and almost another should alarm me. Instead, I'm grinning like a fool.
"So what are you going to do?" I ask her.
We spend the next hour catching up as she tells me all about the gift shop idea she told the ladies at Lisa's hotel about. Lisa gave the okay via email and she was selling her house to move to the hotel to run it. For the first time in forever, a weight is lifted and I allow hope inside.
Lisa ran me off. To protect me. It's all she's ever done for me. Despite her hate-filled words, I know better. I'll find a way to expose Mark so he'll no longer be a threat. And when the dust settles, I'll come back to her and together we'll raise this baby.
I didn't stay at the hotel long because I knew I had to move. Mark is smart and I wasn't going to take my chances on him finding me. With my new identification, I traveled back to the United States. My goal had been to layover in New York and then travel to Texas. Big state with lots of places to hide. I'd just exited the plane and was heading for my connecting flight when something in a gift shop along the way caught my eye.
I slip into the shop and purchase my first gift for my baby. A pair of I Love New York socks. My heart pounds in happiness. I shove the bag into my purse along with Lisa's birthday gift. One of these days, I'll give her that gift. I know it in my heart.
The walk is long and I'm becoming winded by the time I locate my gate. I'm about to settle and wait for my flight when a voice stops me.
"I've had a helluva time tracking your ass down."
My skin chills and I shiver. Turning, my suspicions are confirmed.
"How'd you find me?"
He laughs. "I'll always find you. All it took was some research into your precious Lalisa to find that she has businesses all over the world. Kai gladly supplied me with the location of the hotel where she takes her women when they're all used up and done with. Women like you. As soon as I followed Lisa's car to the airport, I knew she had to be sending you away to protect you. Did you tell her it was me, Peach?"
I grit my teeth. "I didn't tell her anything, Mark."
"Well, I caught the next flight to London and watched you at that hotel while they all fussed over you as if you were fucking royalty. Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted."
My lunch roils in my belly but I stand my ground. He can't hurt me in front of all these people. I'm sure he doesn't have a weapon on him because we're in the bloody airport.
"I'm not going with you," I tell him firmly.
He chuckles. "Yes you are. In fact, you'll go willingly. Because if you don't," he says and lowers his voice, "I'll go straight back to Georgia and put a bullet in your mother's head. And your fuckwit brother? I'll enjoy cutting his throat."
I narrow my eyes at him, calling his bluff. "You wouldn't do that. You're obsessed with your political career. That would ruin you."
He leans in as if we're lovers and pulls me to him, kissing my forehead. "I'm obsessed with you, Peach. The rest can fuck off if it means I'll get to keep you."
The finality in his voice is what leads me to follow him through the airport to a different gate. Not a gate that leads to Texas but one that will take me back to Georgia. The game has changed.
I'm going to have to kill him.
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"Everything's just as you left it, Peach. Even that stupid nursery. But don't worry. I'll knock your ass up and soon you can use it again."
I follow him as he rushes through the cold home as I attempt to formulate a plan. I could sneak away and try to reach Lisa but I don't even know her phone number. That seems like a stretch. My best plan of action is to kill Mark in his sleep.
"Now, I'm glad you didn't put up a fight," he tells me with a wolfish grin. "Tonight is the annual Georgian Senator's Ball. I'll be announcing my run for presidency. The crowd is going to go nuts once I announce I rescued you from London where you'd been sold into sex slavery. They'll eat out of my hands and I'll gain the sympathy of so many voters. It's in your best interest to comply and cry if you fucking have to. I don't care. Make them believe. Because if you don't, I'll drag Lisa's goddamned name through the mud. She'll be a national mockery. A disgrace. You don't want that do you?"
I shake my head. "Of course not, honey. I'm actually relieved to be back home. My life's been a mess for the past six years." I let the honesty of the second part of my words drag the emotion from me. Tears well in my eyes and I accept a hug from him. His body is firm and I try not to cower under what I know is the strength to hurt me behind his clothing.
"Peach, I thought I'd have so much to do but it's like you never left. We're going to get along just fine," he mutters into my ear. His hand slips to the front of my yoga pants and he grabs me possessively there. "And when we get back, I'm going to have you. You owe me a lot of fucking pleasure to make up for the past."
His threat makes me dizzy but I remain steadfast. "What do you want me to wear?"
My hand shakes but I clutch my purse to me. Mark may have trapped me in his house by setting the alarm before he showered, but he couldn't stop me from sneaking a knife from the kitchen into my purse. I waited for the other ball to drop. For him to get physical with me but his excitement of revealing my return at the ball seems to overshadow his desire to hurt me. Mark is first and foremost a showoff. He's about to be the star of the fucking show.
I glance down at the shimmering royal blue evening gown and sigh. I'd worn this exact dress for another political event nearly a decade ago. It didn't surprise me that Mark kept everything of mine, assuming he'd always find me. I'm curious to know how much money he spent hunting for me.
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"Everyone is gathering in the banquet hall enjoying appetizers, sir. Allow me to escort you and Miss . . ." the security man stalls as if unsure what to call me.
I lift my chin and smile gracefully at him. "Mrs. Lee. I'm his wife."
His eyes widen and he nods. Mark flashes me a triumphant grin as he guides me down the hallway by the small of my back. "Someone's grown up into quite a lady. I'd thought your whore ways would have ruined you. Looks like Manoban was good for something after all."
Swallowing, I ignore his words and straighten my back. I have to convince Mark that I'm here to please him. That everything will be just fine. I'll probably have to suck his dick or let him fuck me. But by God, the moment that motherfucker falls asleep, he'll never see the light of another morning again.
The thought causes me to beam like an idiot.
"Right this way. Ma'am, you may wait over there with those other ladies while Mr. Lee makes a speech."
Mark squeezes my hand and presses a kiss on my cheek. "Don't fuck this up, Peach."
And with that threat lingering in the air, he stalks off, flashing his sly grin to every gullible man and woman in the crowd. He climbs onto the stage and begins telling a very moving story about the disappearance of his wife six years ago. How we'd both been devastated by the loss of our Grace. The way he suffered with depression at having lost me.
I want to flip him off but instead smile like the puppet I've grown so used to being.
His speech drones on and on, with him weaving parts of his personal life with that of his political career. I keep waiting for him to reveal having found me. But, turns out, his big reveal is his announcement for presidency. The crowd roars as people cheer with happiness. They all want this monster as their president. He's fooled them all.
"A beautiful lady shouldn't stand all alone. Like a little bunny in the forest, she becomes prey to big, bad wolves."
My heart stops and my eyes shimmer with tears. While everyone is cheering on Mark, I'm suspended in time, inhaling my favorite scent in the world.
"Who says I'm a lady?" I question in amusement.
Warm arms encircle my waist from behind and her presence soothes me. The past couple of days have been a whirlwind but the waters calm now that she's here with me.
"You're my lady and I'm taking you back home with me."
I turn in her arms and melt upon seeing her. Her eyes are the bluest they've ever been as she drinks up my face but dark bags from lack of sleep sag beneath them. The woman is clearly a mess but now that I'm in her arms, her strength seems to be quickly returning.
"You said you don't love me." My reminder causes her to wince.
"Jennie, baby, I told you I'm a fucking liar. I will never love another. Not ever. You're the only one."
Her lips drop to mine and she kisses me with a ferocity that only she can possess. I moan into her mouth and for a moment, everything seems to freeze around us as we're allowed this moment together.
That is, until Mark's enraged voice thunders through the room.
"Get your hands off my wife!"
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Lisa
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Mark's voice blares into the microphone over the crowd. I pull away from our kiss to see him leap from the stage. His face is bright red and he's fumbling with something at his belt. I'm about to push Jennie behind me when a young voice fills the room.
"Hi. My name is Sana Minatozaki," the girl says from the stage. "I'm seventeen years old."
The room becomes quiet. Her eyes find mine and I nod for her to continue. Once shit hit the fan, I had Dubois check into the note I'd found in Jennie's bag. Turns out, the girl was underage and Mark had done some serious damage to her. Dubois and I brainstormed on the way back to Washington about what a fuckwit Mark was, especially around Jennie. The timeline of events confirmed my earlier ascertains that it had to have been him that beat the hell out of her, not some fictional blond man as she claimed, and would have had the private access with no video surveillance. Jennie had followed Cherry to the bathroom and then she disappeared shortly thereafter. The pieces started to connect.
Then, while all five of us sat around the dinner table after I'd sent Jennie to London and I'd explained to my dad my entire fucked up life, Christine's mouth popped open. I mentioned Mark was the senator of Georgia to which she revealed information about a surprise gift basket of peaches which she'd assumed were from me. But she was confused when Jennie reacted negatively to the gift. I vaguely remembered him calling her Peach during the evening of our dinner.
Dubois, shamefully then revealed how she told him she was from Georgia. In an effort to keep me happy, he begged her—to the tune of fifty thousand dollars—to keep up the façade that she was British. By that point, Bambam had pulled up an Internet search on Jennie Lee on his phone and her haunted eyes graced the photos next to that monster. His obsession with "my toy" suddenly made a lot more sense. He must have threatened her in some way in Vegas that had her lips zipped.
Everything snapped together at that point. Her insistence on my selling the company. The way she never seemed to fear me—clearly Mark had done a number on her, I mean, he was the reason her baby died. In the end, she left to protect me. The same reason that I pushed her away. Yes, she found the scrapbook and what the evidence pointed at, but deep down, she wasn't afraid of me. So, at the same time that I was trying to protect her from a man who was hell-bent on hurting her, she was protecting me from him. It's almost laughable.
While she was on her way to London, Dad called a private investigator he'd hired long ago to search for Mama and me. He was able to trace a trail on Mark showing that he flew from Seattle to London. I wanted to have a shit-fit but Swan and the other girls took great care of her. Gorgi is a policeman there and had constant eyes on that fucker for me. Knowing that Mark was there following her made me freak the fuck out but I knew it wouldn't be long before he dragged her ass back to Georgia. A stop on his Facebook page indicated the Senator's Ball coming up, and the bastard is too damn full of himself to miss an event where he'd announce his run for presidency. With my financial clout, I was able to earn a ticket into the sold out event. The healthy donation I offered didn't hurt my cause at all.
Once the clues came together, we could fuck that bastard over once and for all. With the data burned in the fire, Kai out of our hair, and eyes on Mark, neither Jennie nor I were sitting ducks any longer. The bastard is going to prison. Especially now. One phone call was all it took to Sana's mother. I explained about the dating service and my hotel; that I never wanted anything like that to happen. I told them the same man who hurt Cherry was the one hurting my woman. Cherry was already loyal to Jennie for what she'd done for her and they were eager to help. Of course the half million I wired to their account didn't hurt either.
"Mark Lee not only coerced me into having underage sex with him, but he assaulted and drugged me as well," she tells the crowd bravely. "This happened multiple times over one weekend. I have emails from him threatening me after I managed to escape with the help of his wife, Jennie Lee." She waves at a stack of papers. Because of her proof from the hospital and her testimony to the police, all it'll take is one DNA test from him and that fucker is going to jail for a long time. APD along with two Federal agents are waiting on the other side of the doors to serve him a warrant for his arrest. Since he's a politician and his crimes take place in multiple states, we made sure to involve the feds so he didn't get off on any technicalities.
Mark stands there, momentarily distracted by the girl, gaping at her in horror. Yep, fuck you, buddy. I win. Jennie relaxes in my arms and it's as if a lifetime of worry rushes out of her in one breath. She knows this is over.
"I left him and went home. After I confessed everything to my mother, she took me to the hospital where I was processed for rape."
A rumble of voices ripple through the crowd.
"I've never seen this girl before in my life!" Mark roars.
Jennie straightens her shoulders and shouts over the crowd. "Mark Lee, my estranged husband, abused me for years. He pushed me down the stairs and I lost my unborn child, Grace, because of it. I fled the country and him for fear of my life."
Mark snaps. His face turns purple and he charges. I barely register the fact that he's carrying a gun until he's raised it right at us. Without hesitating, I twist her in my arms at the same moment a pop blasts from behind me.
Pause.
I've asked for many and God gives me this one as if it could be the last.
Nothing else matters but the warmth of her body in my arms. The ways she smells, always clean and delicious no matter what shampoo or soap she uses. How her silky hair tickles my mouth that's pressed to the top of her head. Our seconds are stretched and I greedily live in them.
One second.
Two second.
Three second.
"Lisa." Her voice is raw and shaky.
Was I too late?
"Shh, baby, please tell me you're okay."
She's sobbing but lifts her chin up to inspect me. "I'm not hurt. Are you shot?"
I shake my head at her and we both turn to look over at the scene. A crowd of people are gathering around where Mark was standing only moments before. Between them, I see his crumpled frame on the floor having been the recipient of an Atlanta PD bullet. Good fucking riddance. Several officers are ushering people away from the scene and I let out a relieved breath of air.
"It's over. It's finally fucking over." Tears stream down her pretty cheeks messing up her fancy makeup. I want to take her back to the hotel and scrub her face clean like it belongs.
"No, it's not over," I say with a smile. "It's only just beginning."
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"My Dark Prince Uncharming showed up on black horse and saved the day," she says to which we both laugh. The steam from the shower clouds the air around us and I hug her to my chest. Her smile falls though and she regards me with a serious stare. "Thank you, Lisa. Thank you for coming for me."
I flash her a crooked grin and drag her under the spray of the hot water with me. "You didn't think I'd let you go that easily did you? You're mine, Jen. All mine. If you leave, I'll always chase you. I'm the big, badass lion and you're my cute little bunny. That's just the way it is."
She stands on her toes and kisses me. "You caught me Ms. Badass. Does this mean you're going to eat me?"
Images of her lying spread open for me on my white fur rug back home cause my mouth to water and my cock to respond with excitement. "Baby, I'm going to eat you every day until you beg me to stop. And when you do, I'll just gag you with your panties and have my way with you anyway. What do you think about that?"
She reaches between us and latches onto my cock. "You're so romantic," she teases.
My fingers grip her ass and I lift her. Pushing her against the cold tile wall, I then let her guide my length into her hot center. My dick jolts in pleasure the moment I'm seated inside of her. With her, it doesn't matter what we do. As long as my body is connected with hers, I'm fucking ecstatic. Having not been with her in days, our reunion is short, rough, and to the point.
"Yes!"
The moment she cries out in pleasure, I let go of the shred of control I was gripping onto and cum inside of her. I lose myself to the sheer bliss of the slick, tight heat that owns me.
"I want to show you something," she says with a hopeful, almost shy smile once we come down from our high.
After we're showered and clean, I guide her to the fireplace, snatching the comforter off the bed first. This Atlanta hotel room doesn't have floor vents but it does have a fireplace and that's close enough. Before we go to sit down, she stops me.
"Wait, let me get my purse."
My eyes follow her naked frame as she fetches her purse. Her wet hair hangs in front of her shoulders brushing against her nipples and it turns me the fuck on. I can't wait to get her over here so I can make love to her all damn night.
I sit and once she's settled between my legs, I wrap the comforter around us. She stretches her toes out toward the fire, like always, and starts to rummage through her purse that sits on her lap.
"I guess I won't be needing this," she says absently as she pulls out a large kitchen knife. "Well, unless you get out of line. In that case, I'm definitely keeping it."
My laughter booms through the room and her giggles in response make me so fucking happy. "What were you going to do with that thing?"
"Kill that bastard."
I kiss her still wet shoulder. "Good girl. You're my feisty little bunny."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you it was him, Lisa. I'd only wanted to protect you and . . . " she trails off.
I hug her against me. "It's okay. We figured it out."
"I never got to give you your birthday present," she tells me, her voice shy. "I've been dying to give it to you but now I'm worried you may not like it."
I smile. "Show me."
She tugs out the hideous pink abomination and I burst into hysterical, full-bodied laughter. The tears are streaming but it's from being tickled and so fucking happy. "Oh, Jen, and to think I couldn't love you any more than I already do." I take the pink socks with bunnies all over them and hold them up for a closer inspection. They were on clearance for two bucks, hence the orange price sticker she failed to remove, leftover from Easter probably, and they're in the women's largest size. But they're perfect. Fucking perfect. "How'd you know socks were my favorite?"
A sigh of contentment rushes from her. "Let's just say I've picked up a clue or two about you since I've known you. You're pretty easy to figure out if we're being honest here."
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head. "From here on out, I want to know everything. I want to know every detail of your parents and brother, of your past with Mark, your time in London. Everything. I want to know every detail about my woman."
She sighs. "I can do that. As long as you promise to tell me everything too. Rich explained that he isn't your real dad while you were in Vegas and one day I want to know that story. I want to know how you found out Mark was linked to me and how you ended up at the ball. I want to know the good and bad parts about your mom. I want to know what upsets you and what makes you happy. And most importantly, I want to know what flavor of cake you want next year on your birthday."
Her words cause a flutter of anxious bats in my dark heart to scatter but I straighten my spine. I can do this. For once in my life, I am whole. Jennie is responsible for that. If telling her the useless, boring stuff along with the gutting, stressful crap, is what makes her happy, then I'll do it. It'll be difficult and I'll probably get pissed. I'll say the wrong things and most likely try to shut her out when it gets hard. But I could never keep her out because she belongs on the inside with me—owning every piece of me. Things won't be easy but that's what makes it worth it. Anything worth having turns you upside down and shakes you until you can't see straight anymore. Jennie dizzies me and I'll gladly enjoy vertigo of the heart as long as she's spinning the wheel we're on.
"I promise," I vow.
"Good, now one more thing. Promise me that you'll love this next gift. Promise me that no matter what, this next gift means as much to you as it does to me. Because, Lisa," she says, her voice turning grave. "If you can promise me that, I can promise you my heart forever."
"Jen, I promise. You're mine. I gave you my last name for a reason. I love you and you're not going anywhere—even if you do annoying shit like pull me into pools fully dressed, assume I'm a serial killer, redecorate my house whenever you want, and can recite corny movies word for word. I'll go to the ends of the earth to track you down just so I can strip you down and make love to you over and over again. You're the sun that warms me both inside and out. The world was way too fucking cold before you stepped into it."
She still hesitates. "No more freaking out. And chill with the fucking mood swings. I need to know you can do this for me. I have my reasons. When you're pissed, promise we'll fuck it out and then have sweet, warm talks in front of the fireplace after."
My lips find her shoulder again and I press a soft kiss there. "I'm an asshole, but you're fixing me. Just like I helped those women and restored them to their full potential, you're doing the same for me. I was dark and dirty and broken inside. But you reached in, found the goodness, and worked your magic. I'm powerless against you, Jen. And I've never been so happy to relinquish control."
"And—"
I cut her off when I tickle her. "Enough, woman. Out with it. Whatever it is, just put it out there. I'm not afraid and neither should you be."
Without any more hesitation, she tugs out a sack. From inside of it, she pulls out a pair of I Love New York socks. Being from New York, the slogan alone warms me. But the size is what causes me to pause.
Pause for a second.
Stretched into an eternity.
This moment is perfect and real.
And I want to live in it forever.
Two torn, brittle, ratty souls weaving together as one and creating something new and perfect.
"Say something."
Her words jerk me from the frozen moment of time and the seconds begin ticking away again. Life suddenly seems too short. A means to an end.
"I love you," I murmur and splay my hands out over her flat stomach that will soon swell with the growth of our child. "And this little one too."
Her body wracks with unshed tears and I move her things out of her lap. Lying back, I pull her with me. We stay like this for some time, me holding her while she cries with pure joy and me smiling at what's to come. Eventually, our happiness is overshadowed by the need for one another.
"Make love to me, Lalisa Manoban."
I roll her over onto her back and stare down at her as I fist my cock. Her wet hair is frizzy and half dried. Bloodshot green eyes from crying look back at me and her nose is pink. Pouty lips part open and I moisten my own with my tongue before I drop down to kiss the most beautiful fucking woman on the planet.
She cries out when I enter her slowly. Each thick inch of me, her body graciously accepts. And when I'm fully pressed into her, I feel completely whole. She and I clinging together with our baby safe between us. My thrusts are slow and teasing and soon she's clawing at me. Jennie loves the sweet but she also craves the rough.
"I love you," I moan against her mouth as I start pounding into her relentlessly. This woman brings pleasure to every nerve ending in my body, but it's the pure bliss she cloaks my soul in that always does me in.
Her climax is quiet, no screams and it causes me to lose it. Together, we come soundlessly, our mouths sealed, a matrimony of their own rite. Once we come off our natural high that only comes from the other, my cock softens and the evidence of our lovemaking trickles from her.
"I'm going to marry you," I tell her smugly.
She chuckles and lifts a brow. "Technically, according to my passport and legal documents, I'm already your wife."
I smirk at her. "But tomorrow, I'm buying you a big-ass ring and hauling you off to the courthouse to make it official."
"My first husband ended up dead. You sure you want to take those odds? Besides, I thought you supposed to ask me to be your wife. Not make demands." She's amused and her playful grin has my cock stirring again.
I wink at her. "I can handle myself. Your first husband was a pussy. If you get feisty, I'll just tie you up and punish you with my belt." Her cheeks redden because she's embarrassed that the very mention of my belt turns her on. The crooked smile of hers though is ratting her out. Guilty, Mrs. Manoban. "And I'm no normal man. I'm different and so are you. That, sexy vixen and mother of my child, is why we're so special."
She tickles my sides and we both laugh until I'm driving into her wet pussy again. Our eyes lock and I thrust into her as if each one could be my last.
"Will you marry me, Jennie Manoban?"
Her mouth parts open and she nods. She moans and then locks eyes with me. A playful fire dances in her green eyes. "Somebody has to take one for the team."
Sliding my fingers into her hair, I pound harder and harder into her. With each second that passes, my cock feels as if I may explode with my release.
"I'm glad you're on my team, baby."
"I'm glad too."
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