I look at Heath and the expression on his face tells me that he knows what I’m about to say. Tears are falling from my eyes faster than they can form. He tries to wipe them away, but I move his hand. “Tonight I was ready to throw in the towel. I can’t continue to let your mother treat me the way she does and it’s not right that you’re constantly stuck in the middle of us. Heath, I love you, don’t think for one minute that I’m doing this because I don’t love you. I can’t compete with your mother, and I don’t want to. So, I think it’s best that we don’t see each other anymore. Go on with your life, and be happy. Don’t worry about me . . . okay?” I stand up from his lap and kiss him on his cheek. He grabs my arms as I lean back. “I love you,” I say as I pull away. I look around the room, “It was nice to have met you all.” I turn on my heel and head for the door.
“Do you see what you’ve done?” I hear Heath say.
“Oh, let her go,” Himaya says as if she’s dismissing me.
“Alicia!” I hear Heath call out just before I close the front door. Just as the elevator pulls up to his floor, the front door swings open. Not turning around, I step into the elevator and Heath steps in behind me.
“You’re not making this easy for me,” I say still crying my eyes out.
“Alicia, I’m not letting you leave me because of my mother’s actions towards you. If I have to, I’ll stop talking to her. You make me happy. You’re the person I want to spend my life with,” he says.
“I don’t want to come between you and your mother, Heath.”
“You won’t,” he sighs. “You know how you divorced your husband because it was the best decision for your future? I feel the same way about not talking to my mother. She can’t make me feel the way you make me feel and she doesn’t give me the type of happiness that I have with you; no one does.”
“I don’t want you to stop talking to your mother.”
“Then I won’t, but I have to figure out something to make you stay. I love you Alicia.”
The elevator door opens to my floor and I’m shocked to see that my door is back on the hinge and when I open it, my place is completely spotless. I look over at Heath.
“Um . . . I had the facilities personnel come up and take care of everything. You’ll have a new lamp stand by Wednesday,” he says.
“Thank you. I appreciate it,” I say smiling through my tears.
“Alicia, I don’t know what to say to make you stay. I thought about trying to make love to you to forget everything, but you were attacked by my childhood friend hours ago and I don’t want you to have flashbacks of what your husband used to do to you. Tell me what I need to do?” He sighs, “I only want you Alicia. Nothing or no one else in the world matters. Tell me what I need to do. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you love me,” his voice is cracking. His eyes are pleading.
“Heath, you know that I love you, and you know that I need you. You know that you’re my world and tonight you were my knight in shining armor. You saved my life.”
“Then why are you breaking up with me?”
“I’m not,” I say without a second thought.
He pulls me into his embrace and twirls me around. When he puts me down, relief is all over his face. He leans down resting his forehead against mine.
“Move in with me,” he says.
What?
“Move in with me.” He repeats as if he read my mind. “We haven’t slept apart since the first night we slept together, and it doesn’t make sense to continue to stay in two houses. We’re not breaking up, and eventually we’re going to get married, so, move in with me. We can give this apartment to your secretary when she moves here in January.”
“Sounds like you have it all planned out,” I say with a little chuckle.
“Yes, I was going to ask you tonight, but all this shit happened. Will you do it? Will you . . . move in with me?”
I think about what Tamia told me a couple of months ago, and she’s right. I’m old enough to know what I want and need. I need Heath to be my lover, protector, and my life partner. “Yes,” I say without another thought.
“Yes, what?” He asks for confirmation.
“Yes, I will move in with you,” I say smiling.
He starts to kiss me as if I’ve made one of his dreams come true. “Oh darling, you don’t know how you make me feel. I want to make love to you. Can I make love to you?”
“Since when do you have to ask?” I ask flirtatiously as I tug on the waistband of his pants. He pulls my t-shirt over my head then unhooks my bra letting them both fall to the floor. He takes my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and begins to roll and squeeze them hard enough to make me cry out. I grab his waist, digging my nails into his skin as I do. He lets out a moan that vibrates his chest and turns me on even more.
“Drop to your knees and suck it,” He says in his dominant voice. That voice that will convince me that I can fly.
I drop to my knees, grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants and boxer briefs freeing his erection as I do. It’s so big, so thick, and so hard. I reach up to grab it and guide it to my mouth but he catches my hand before I can touch it. “No hands,” he says, his voice just above a whisper. I grab his legs as he guides himself into my mouth and I begin to suck, moving my head back and forth taking a little bit more of him with every stroke. He loves the fact that I don’t gag. He whispers my name as I allow him to thrust himself into my warm wet mouth. He grabs my head and begins to pump as I tighten my grip on his legs. I can feel his erection getting bigger and stiffer. He grabs my hair a little tighter and starts to move my head to coincide with the movement of his body. “Alicia,” he whimpers as he releases his warm thick juices into my mouth. I swallow some of it and let the rest run down my chin and onto my chest.
He stands me to my feet, takes off my pants and underwear and then walks me over so that I am against the wall. He picks me up, resting my legs on his shoulders so that my little lady is in his face and he is holding me in place with his hands on my behind. He attempts to lap up the already present juices making me wetter with every stroke of his tongue. He starts to suck on my little lady and I can hear him swallowing, turning me on even more. He glides his tongue from my clitoris to my opening then back again. I lean my head back on the wall taking in everything he’s doing to me. He loves me; I can tell by the way he’s working his tongue over me. He needs me to love him as much as I need him to protect me and be strong for me. I have to tell him; he needs to know how I feel about him. My body is already wound up waiting for a release. “Heath, I love you!” I scream as I come all over his face. He sucks up everything as I rest against the wall unable to move.
When he finally puts me down, I look up at his face and everything below his eyes are shiny from my orgasm. I grab his neck pulling him closer to me and begin to lick his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his chin and then suck on his lips. “I want to feel you,” I say against his lips.
He grabs my hand and leads me to one of the spare bedrooms then instructs me to lie down on my back across the bed. I do as I’m told and he stands in front of me. He grabs my legs and pulls me toward him until my behind is at the edge of the bed and then inserts his still hard and thick erection inside of me. My breath hitches from the interaction. “Are you alright?” Heath asks.
“Yes, just keep going,” I answer in a strained whisper.
He begins to stroke me long, slow, and deep, hitting the sensitive spot inside of me, making my body start to climb instantly. Moments later, my body buckles and he gives me an I’m-about-to-come-too smirk. In no time we’re both moaning as our second orgasms rip through us simultaneously. Unlike his, mine rolls on and on because he’s still touching that sensitive spot. He pulls himself out, lies down next to me, and then gives me a swift kiss on the cheek.
“I’m going to have the staff move your things tomorrow. I’ve already had them clear half of the closet to make room for you,” he says getting right to business.
My body is so re
laxed that I just nod my head in agreement. This is my equivalence to cloud nine.
Chapter 14
“Hey baby girl.” Tamia says when I answer the phone.
“Hi Mia!” It sure is good to hear her voice. I called her a couple of times this week to tell her about everything that has happened, but she’s been working late and in court handling an extremely stressful case.
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” she says apologetically.
“Oh, I know. Work is work and sometimes it takes you away from everything,” I say.
“I know that’s right.”
“How is my Brittany?” I ask. I miss them so much.
“She’s well. I’m more concerned with what’s going on over there between you and Heath. I finally got a chance to catch up with my online tabloids and-”
“Oh God Mia. Not the tabloid crap,” I whine.
“What? It’s the only way I can keep tabs on your superstar boyfriend. I know that not all of it is true but it gives me a general idea.”
“Why don’t you just ask me what my superstar boyfriend is up to? I know better than some stupid magazine,” I say deadpan.
“Ugh, your attitude is atrocious young lady,” she says jokingly. “So, what’s been up? You’ve
been calling all week so give me the juicy.”
“Oh, nothing much except Heath’s ex teamed up with his now-ex-best friend to find a way to get rid of me so that she can have him all to herself,” I say nonchalantly.
“Wait a minute . . . What?” Mia sounds confused and angry.
I tell her about everything that happened last Saturday from the time Himaya gave her dreadful speech, until I ran out on Heath and his family later that night. I’ve been giving my version of events to the police all week, so I’m at the point where I can tell this story without getting upset and crying which is a good thing because I don’t need Mia worrying about me.
“Ok, so let me get this straight,” she says sounding only confused now. “Nadia and Albert were never a couple.”
“Mmhmm,” I respond.
“And all this time they’ve been showing up to functions together like they are happier than Prince William and Katherine.”
“Yup.”
“Then Nadia commissions Albert’s naïve ass to try to get rid of you, only his plan backfired on him because there is no proof that Nadia ever said such a thing.”
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
“Alicia, what kind of British soap opera have you gotten yourself involved in? And what is Heath doing about this?”
“Well, he’s working with the courts to keep Albert locked up. It’s a good thing he had the security cameras on because the police were about to let him go.”
“And what about Nadia?”
“There’s nothing they can do about her because there is no proof that she asked Albert to do it.”
“Where is Heath?” Mia asks.
“He just walked in the room,” I say nervously because I know she wants to lay down the law to him.
“Put the phone on speaker,” she says bossy as ever.
I put the phone on speaker and motion for Heath to sit down next to me. He does as he’s asked, kissing me on the cheek once he’s settled.
“Mia, Heath is here and the phone is on speaker.” I’m nervous as hell.
“Heath my dear,” Mia greets him too calmly.
“Hello Tamia, it’s been a while since we last spoke. How have you been?” Heath says in that voice that makes me want to jump him.
“I need you to watch over my girl because I’m not there to do it. She just told me about Albert and Nadia’s plan to get rid of her. She’s my sister, the only sister I have, and if you let something happen to her, I will never forgive you.” Mia’s voice is breaking up.
“Rest assured, Tamia, you have my word. If something were to happen to Alicia, I would never forgive myself. I love her more than anything in the world and I don’t see myself living my life without her.”
Awww. I rest my head on his arm and he kisses the top of it.
“That’s all very sweet, but in all seriousness take care of her,” Mia says sternly but jokingly. “I can’t wait to formally meet you in November. Alicia, I’ll let you guys get on with your day. I’ll talk to you later.”
Heath and I say our good-byes and then I hang up the phone.
“I’m a little afraid of Tamia,” he says feigning a scared expression.
“You should be,” I say deadpan.
“No, I should be afraid of you. I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you that you totally handled yourself with Albert. I thought you were going to beat him black and blue with that frying pan,” Heath says laughing.
I hit him playfully in the arm and go into the closet to get something to wear tomorrow on my shopping trip with him and Ada.
Heath had all my things moved out of my apartment as soon as the sun came up on Sunday, and the day after tomorrow will mark one week that we have officially been living together. Everyone knows except Himaya because Heath is not talking to her right now and he asked everyone else not to share what’s going on in his life with her until she can learn to accept the fact that I’m not going anywhere. Of course, I told him that’s no way to act with his mother, but he insists that that’s the way things have to be at the moment.
Living with him as been nothing shy of amazing. We make love as if we just introduced sex to our relationship. I cook dinner for him a couple of nights a week and I let Benjamin take care of the rest. We drive to and from work together, talk to one another throughout the day, and we even had lunch in my office a couple of days this week. It’s weird because it’s not overwhelming. I miss him when he’s away from me and I get anxious when I know I’m going to see him. This has to be the definition of love.
“I’m going to take you on a date tonight,” Heath says when I come out of the closet with three possible outfit choices.
“You mean like out around people . . . like in public?” I ask him confused. We haven’t been out on the town since out first date because Heath knows that I hate being in the public eye and ending up on the front cover of tabloid magazines.
“If that’s okay with you. You know Alicia, if you’re going to be my wife, you’re going to have to go out with me, especially when the racing season starts. Besides . . . you looked absolutely gorgeous on the cover of The Sun last week,” he says referring to the picture he and I took together at his parents’ anniversary party.
I think about it for a moment and then sigh, “Ok, where are you taking me?”
“Dinner and then a club, one of my favorite deejays is spinning tonight. Then we’ll come back home and you’ll let me take control of you,” He says walking up to me and pulling my hair far enough back so that I am looking him in the eyes.
“Mmmmmm,” I groan. “I think I can manage all of that, even if I have to drink some coffee to stay up for the last part.”
“Eww, you Americans and your coffee,” he jokes.
***
When I walk out of the closet Heath’s eyes light up. I’m wearing a black bodycon dress and a pair of pink patent leather stilettos and matching clutch. My hair is curled and draped over my shoulders, showing off my teardrop pink diamond earrings and matching pendant that I bought myself with David’s Black Card after he and I divorced. I put on a little extra mascara, added some eye shadow, and used lipstick instead of gloss since we’re going to the club. Heath looks like he’s devouring me with his eyes. He stands up and walks over to me, letting me see his fitted jeans, beige shirt and brown loafers. I catch a whiff of his cologne and I almost swoon. There’s nothing like a sexy man that smells good.
He wraps one arm around me and grabs my behind with his free hand. “I am the only person that will take this dress off tonight. Do I make myself clear?” I nod because if he wants to take the dress off now I’d let him. I’m going to learn how to have an orgasm from conversation with this man.
Heath decides to take
the Maserati, which was a prize from the last race he won. He opens the door for me, ever the gentleman, and then takes his seat.
“We’ll go eat first. I’m starving,” he says as we pull out of the garage.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask
“My cousin owns a restaurant in London City and I’ve been dying to take you there.”
“Well let’s go.”
He turns on the radio and Luther Vandross starts to sing “If Only for One Night.” I look over at him and he’s peeking at me out of the corner of his eye. He knows how much I love this song. I sing it all the way through as he holds my hand. After that music from John Legend, Usher, Gerald Levert, and Musiq Soulchild come up next. My night is already starting off wonderfully because I’m listening to all of my favorite songs and I’m with my favorite guy. Maybe he’s trying to get me to relax because he knows how uncomfortable I am about going out.
Moments later we pull up to Heath’s cousin’s restaurant and it is none other than The Taste of Jamaica. He sees the look on my face and asks me if something is wrong. Choosing not to lie I tell him that David and I came here when he visited and I slipped a waitress his business card.
“You what?” He asks laughing.
“I didn’t want him and I didn’t want him to think that I did, so I tried to hook him up.” I shrug.
“When you don’t want me anymore just tell me. Please don’t pass me along to the next woman,” he says then gets out of the car to open my door for me.
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