"Aren't you going to take them off? How can I play with them in the way?"
He looks at me and laughs. "Good point," he says. He removes his fingers again and takes his boxers off. "There you go, princess. Play all you want," he says as his fingers enter my body again. I grab his erection and squeeze. "It's all yours," he says, moving his fingers again. The thought stops me. I let his erection go and try to move back
"Izzy! What are you doing? What's wrong?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. How do I say this without sounding stupid and jealous? "Talk to me!" he orders.
"I can’t! I don't know what to say," I reply.
"Well, start with what's wrong. That's always a good place to start. Don't you think?"
"Donte, I don't think I can do this, not while you’re in a relationship. You just said you’re all mine, but you’re not. I have to share you with another woman!" I say, looking down at the shower floor.
"Not this again! How many times have I told you? I don't love Amanda and as soon as the time is right, I will tell her. I love you. Please believe me." He lifts my head to look at him. "I love you," he says each word slowly to make sure I understand his point.
"I love you, too," I say quietly. "I just don't want you to decide it is Amanda you want after leading me on."
He looks at me. "I promise, it's you I want. I love you and want you forever," he says and I throw myself at him. "You believe me yet?" he asks. I nod and kiss him. He lifts me and turns around so I'm flat against the shower wall again. He slowly lowers me onto his erection and takes me in the shower. He pounds into me and it’s starting to hurt; he keeps smacking my back of the shower wall,
"Please, be gentle,” I say once my back can’t take any more.
"Sorry, princess," he says as he lifts me onto his hips and moves me away from the shower wall. His fingers dig into my bottom as he rises me harder and harder. Soon enough, I'm falling apart with him inside me.
We climb out the shower and both grab a bath towel from the rack and wrap ourselves up. He leans over, turns the shower off, takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom.
"Now, what you going to dress in? Your underwear is kind of unwearable right now," I laugh at him.
"Well princess, we have the house to ourselves all weekend, so who says we have to get dressed?" he says as he drops his towel. He leaves the room and I follow him, with my towel still wrapped around me.
"Donte, what you doing?" I ask him, looking at his backside. He sure has a nice, tight ass that I could squeeze. He turns around and catches me staring.
"Enjoying the view?" he asks. "I'm after a drink, would you like one?" he asks.
"Umm, sure. I'm just going to get some clothes on," I say as I walk away. "I'm not sure I want to walk around nude all day, but you sure can. I'm enjoying it," I say as I wink at him and run upstairs.
I walk back downstairs in a short nightgown. I don't feel right walking round naked, but I also want to tease him a little bit. When I walk in the kitchen, he looks up and whistles at me. He looks up and down my body, and I blush. I go sit on the bar stool and he hands me a coffee.
"Thank you," I say as he sits next to me.
"What would you like to do today?" he asks.
"I'm happy watching movies if you are," I reply.
"Sure. Whatever you want to do is fine," he says as he kisses me. I jump off the barstool, grab our coffee, and take it in the front room. I sit on the sofa and let him pick a movie. He picks ‘Police Academy’. It’s not the best out there, but it’s my turn to pick after and I get payback. So, that afternoon we end up watching ‘Police Academy’ and ‘Coyote Ugly’. Before I know it, it is time to eat. I ask Donte what he wants.
"Anything is fine, princess," he answers.
"Well, I have salad, so is that okay?" I ask.
"Sure, but put meat on mine," he laughs. I walk in the kitchen and prepare our food. I come back in the living room with our plates. Donte was flicking through my DVD pile. He then decides on 'Saving Private Ryan', so I decide while he watches that I am going to work on some designs.
After eating, Donte pauses the DVD and does the dishes
"I don’t mind washing up," he says after I tell him to leave them.
"I'm going to draw up some designs," I say as I leave him in the kitchen and make my way to the drawing room. I come back downstairs with my art supplies and sit beside him on the sofa. He was busy watching his movie, so I lean over and give him a quick kiss and snuggle back into him. I pull my pad out, put it on my lap and begin drawing. Two hours later, his film is finished and I am just finishing up my design.
"Izzy, seeing you model that wedding dress last weekend opened my eyes to extending the business. How would you feel about designing wedding dresses?" I look at him, shocked he has asked me.
"Don't you have someone else you could ask? Someone who has been there longer?" I ask. He looks at me, wounded. "I mean I would love to do it but I don't want to take anyone else's job away from them," I explain.
"This is a new job venture, so no one else knows about it. Let’s work on some designs while I'm here," he says. "I want you to be involved in my business, princess. I love you and want you around for the long haul, but for the time being, we have to be careful," he says.
"Maybe then I could open my own wedding dress shop," I say, excitement running through my blood. Then I remember, that's what Amanda is doing. "Or maybe not," I say, feeling gutted.
"If you want to open a shop, then that's what we will do," he says, staring into my eyes. "We can look at a few empty shops while it's just the two of us," he says as he kisses me.
"I can’t afford it yet," I say. He puts his finger over my lips.
"Don't worry about money. Money is nothing if you have no one to share it with. And I have a lot of it, and I want to share it with you," he says.
"Please, not yet," I reply and he looks at me and nods in agreement, even though I know he doesn't want to wait.
"But you will be our new designer, won’t you?" he asks.
"Of course I will," I say as I launch myself at him. He gives me a kiss then rises of the sofa. He walks over to the DVD shelf and picks out a new DVD. He chooses 'Chucky'. It's an oldie and I'm a coward, so I decide to let him watch it on his own.
"Babe, I'm going to bed. You stay down here, watch this and I will see you when you come up," I say as I get to my feet. He finishes putting the DVD in and comes to stand before me.
"Princess, you okay?" he asks.
"I'm fine. I don't do movies like this and I'm feeling tired. I will see you when you come up," I say as I kiss his cheek. He nods and lets me go. I walk upstairs, looking back at him and smile to myself. This man loves me! I am so happy right now. I run upstairs and climb into bed. I notice in the two nights we have spent together, he likes the left side of the bed so I sleep on the right. I drift off into a sleep, dreaming of wedding dresses and owning a shop.
Chapter 16
I wake the next morning after a full night’s sleep and Donte is beside me. He is facing me with his hand around my waist, pulling me to him. I carefully lean over and kiss him. Then, slowly, so I don't wake him, climb out of bed. I leave him to sleep while I take a shower. Afterwards, I walk in my room. Donte is still sleeping, so I quietly make my way to my drawers and pull out a pair of shorts and an old grey T-shirt. I slip them on and make my way to my drawing room. I am still on a high about the wedding dress design job, so I start designing. About an hour later, I have the shape of the dress how I like it. Then I hear the toilet flush, so I put down my pencil and head back towards the bedroom. Donte is standing there, getting dressed as I walk in. He looks up and smiles. He’s not bothered that I walked in on him nude, not that it matters after last night.
"Good morning," he says as he pulls his boxer shorts on.
"Good morning to you, too. So, you are getting dressed today?" I tease. He laughs
"Yeah, I want to go out. I would like to get some things to keep here if you don't mind. Just toilet
ries. You know the basics”
"Okay," I reply, hastily. I know he plans on staying here when he can, which I love, so as long as it is just basic things he would need for a simple overnight stay, I don't mind. A more permanent move – I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet.
"We should get out of town for the night. We have to be careful right now. I don't want the press to tell Amanda before I can, I’d like us to lay low for awhile," he says. I don't like sneaking around, but I get fun nights away out of it and time with Donte, that’s okay with me...for now.
“Sure, I would like that," I say. "Just let me put something else on. I don't want to go out looking like this.”
"You look beautiful to me, but then again, you always do," he says as he makes his way over to me. He is wearing his jeans and boxers so while I get dressed, he puts his T-shirt on.
I wanted to pack an overnight bag, but he wouldn't let me. He says we can buy it all when we get there. As much as I hate him spending money on me, he wouldn't let me pack anything. He didn't even let me have breakfast.
“Why such a rush?” I ask.
“I want us to get away and have as much fun as possible” he says as he bounds up to me to kiss me.
As soon as I dress, he picks me up and carries me downstairs. He puts me down while he grabbed his keys. Then he picks me up again and walks out the front door. I squeal all the way to the car where he finally puts me down. I decide it’s not worth putting up a fight because I know I’m never going to win, so I surrender myself to him. I can’t wait to see where we go. He opens the car door so I can get in. I give him a full faced smile. He shuts my door and walks to the driver side. He climbs in and turns the engine on. He pulls out into the traffic, but wouldn't tell me where we were going.
Three hours later, we pull up in front of the Ritz. He parks the car near the entrance and climbs out. He reaches my side just as I stand up and exit the car. He grabs my hand and together we walk into the hotel. We stand at the reception desk, staring at each other, as the receptionist gets our keys. Again, we are in the president suite.
"You like your rooms big, don't you?" I ask.
"Izzy, if you’re worried about money, don’t be. It’s just paper,” he says as he kisses me.
The receptionist interrupts us, "If you leave your bags here, our porter will take them to your room."
"We don't have any, but thank you anyway,” Donte says. He grabs the keys and together we walk to the elevator.
We check out our room and Donte promises we will christen the bed later.
"But right now, we need food, clothes and toiletries," he says as he grabs my hand and leads me out the room.
"It's a beautiful day. Can we walk?" I ask Donte.
"Of course we can," he says as he puts his keys away and we walk past the car. We walk for about twenty minutes, his hand around my waist, occasionally making its way down to my backside. We find ourselves in front of a café and head inside.
"Princess, since we missed breakfast, let’s have a nice lunch and then we can shop," he says. I pick up the menu and pick a salad.
"Are you sure? That's not much," he says wearily.
"If I eat something big, you will be carrying me around town," I laugh.
"I'm sure I could handle that," he laughs. The waiter comes and takes our order. I order a tuna salad and Donte orders steak with chunky chips. We sit and talk, finding out more about each other. He thinks foster care is a touchy subject for me to talk about it, but I told him it's a fact of life. It's my past and I was okay with it. We talk for about an hour before we finish our meal.
"You ready?" he asks.
"I am," I say as I stand.
"Are you ready to shop now?" he asks. I nod and grab his hand.
We spend the afternoon shopping before we end up back at the hotel. Donte insisted on carrying my bags he said 'love is like carrying your loved ones luggage. So let me?' I ended up giving in. He made that sound so romantic and my heart skipped a beat with his declaration.
We put the purchases away before we did anything else. He has just spent a fortune and I couldn't pay for anything as he made me leave my purse at home. He bought me a bikini to wear tomorrow at our spa day, some silk short pajamas, a white shirt dress for tonight when we apparently go out, and some new jeans and T-shirt for travelling home tomorrow. He also bought me a new fluffy bathrobe, slippers, trainers, white heeled shoes, and essential toiletries. He even bought me a big teddy bear that says 'I love you'. I jumped on him in the store when he paid for it. No one has ever treated me like a total princess like he has today. I feel truly loved. I go take a shower, then dress in the cotton dress. I walk into the living room where Donte is listening to the sports documentary. I have my hair wrapped in a towel and Donte looks up and smiles. He is wearing jeans and T-shirt, looking handsome as always.
"Do hotels like this have hair straighteners?" I ask.
"I don't know, princess. I will call down to reception and ask," he says, getting to his feet and making his way over to the phone.
"They don’t have any," he says as he hangs up.
"I'll just tie it up," I say as my reply.
"Nonsense. I will go get you some," he says.
"No, it’s really okay. I don’t mind just trying it back,” I say, trying to argue back. He doesn't
listen, so I keep trying to grab him and keep him here, but I fail.
"Isabella, just finish getting ready. I will be ten minutes," he says and shuts the door behind him, leaving me speechless in the hotel suite on my own.
Chapter 17
I walk to the bedroom and start to put my makeup on. He spent a fortune on the good stuff. It applies really easy and I’m done in no time.
Donte walks in the door with a pair of gold GHD straighteners. Holy cow! They must have cost a lot of money. I don't want to open them; it feels wrong. “I told you, don’t worry about the money.” He hands me the straighteners and I reluctantly go plug them in.
"Where are we going?" I ask after I finish getting ready.
"Princess, we’re going to dinner, then to a club, if you’re up for it," he says. I nod in agreement as we step out of the elevator. We walk to the entrance of the hotel and there in front of me is a white limousine. My jaw hits the floor.
"Surprise!" Donte says. He comes to walk in front of me and lifts my chin to look at him. “You deserve to be treated like the princess you are.”
"Thank you," I say. I don't know what else to say. He grabs my hand and leads me towards the limo. He opens the door and I slide in. He takes a seat next to me and shuts the door. He opens the champagne that was nicely chilled on ice.
"What we celebrating?" I ask him.
"Our new business plans," he says, happiness radiating from him. We sip champagne all to the restaurant.
The driver takes us to a new restaurant, Cooks Endeavour Restaurant. For our meal, we shared baked goats cheese salad with balsamic dressing. Then for the main course, we had steak with mushroom suet pudding, and for dessert, we had profiteroles with chocolate sauce and Bailey’s cream.
After dinner, we head to the club, Studio 47. It’s packed, wall to wall people. We head to the bar. Donte flags down the bartender and orders more champagne, then we are shown to a VIP room, which has its own bar. The bartender brings over our drinks. We only sit long enough for one glass, then I get to my feet and drag him up too. He looks at me as if to ask what am I doing.
"Come on, let’s dance," I say. He pulls his hand away. “Oh no, you don't!" I take his hand again. He gives up and follows me to the dance floor. He circles me in his arms.
"Only for you, would I embarrass myself on the dance floor," he whispers in my ear. I laugh at him and kiss him.
"What you worried about? No one is here, apart from us and the bartenders. Ah, the joys of VIP rooms" I say. He pulls me even closer to him and together we start to dance. He circles his arms around my waist, and get lost in our own little world. When the song is done, we sit back down. I
curl up on the bench and snuggle into him. He puts his hand on my thigh and gently squeezes.
"Do you want to go?" he asks.
I look up at him and nod. "Yeah, if you don't mind." He looks down at me and smiles. He gets to his feet and holds his hand out to me. I take his hand and together, hand in hand, we walk to the limousine. I climb in and he follows.
"How you feeling?" he asks as we snuggle together in the back of the limo.
"I'm good," I say, smiling at him. He puts his hands on my legs and slowly makes his way up my thighs.
"Turn around," he quietly demands. I turn so I'm straddling him. He kisses me hard. I grab a handful of hair and deepen the kiss. I force my tongue into his mouth. His tongue strikes mine, and because I'm straddling him, I feel his erection twitch beneath me. I look into his bright blue eyes and I feel they can see into my soul. I use my free hand to grab his erection and he inhales a deep breath before resuming the kiss. He uses his hands to play with my nipples. I groan and he smiles. He lifts me further back off his knee and opens the button on his jeans. His erection leaps out; I smile and grab hold of it with both hands. He slowly makes his way up my legs and he slowly inserts a finger into my sex. He pushes in and pulls out. Going as gentle as he can, I urge him to be a little rougher. He pulls his fingers free and unties the straps to my panties. He spent a small fortune on these; they fasten at the sides, like bikini bottoms; sexy, silk, pale pink bottoms. Now sitting here like this, I think he planned this.
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