Zayum Zaddy: A Steamy Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Mia Madison

  She was stunning. Her uniform made her incredibly fuckable.

  I can’t believe I let this go.

  “Hey GiGi.” My heart pounded, and my cock stirred, but I remained cool. “How are you?”

  “I’m great!” She smiled with that sexy All-American Hooters flair. “What are you doing here? I figured you’d be at Cecconi’s.”

  Ouch. I deserved that one. Anyone could easily see past her mask. She was hurt and angry.

  “I had a taste for something more down to Earth and spicy.” I winked, hinting at her in more ways than one.

  “One Blue Moon coming right up!” She fake-smiled and turned on her heels. She made it a point to switch a little harder than usual, making my lengthening cock harder than before.

  She bent over to reveal those generous tits, letting them nearly spill out of her top when she gave me my beer.

  She wanted me to hurt. She wanted me to see everything I’d thrown away when I rejected her.

  She had no idea how badly I was already starved. Not for wings, but for her affection.

  27

  GiGi

  Zane was sexy as ever, but I refused to engage him in any real conversation during his visit. He offered me a seat, but I refused, stating it’s against policy to dine with guests while in uniform and on the clock.

  He wasn’t the only one who knew how to be politically correct under pressure. I was friendly and professional, but I was an ice queen. Pure ice queen. I gave him a taste of his own politics and bullshit medicine, served with perky tits, glossy nude lips, and an All-American smile.

  “You’re so lucky!” The waitress, who I learned to be Alexis, squealed when we had a moment of privacy in the back. “How do you know him?!”

  “He’s my stepdad’s best friend and client.” I said. I smiled, keeping it proper and professional.

  “He’s hot!” She said. “Does he have a girlfriend? Can you put in a good word for me?” She began adjusting her hair and checking her lipstick in the tiny compact mirror she pulled from her apron.

  “There’s some picture of him with a Russian model. Albina Sokolov?” I said, unsure if I said her name right. I grimaced and shrugged. Alexis took my reaction as a sign that I didn’t like the girl.

  She had no idea that I didn’t like the girl - and I didn’t like her fawning over my man. Well, he wasn’t my man, but he was until my heart decided let him go.

  “Dammit.” She whined. “All the hot models get the good ones.”

  “Chill out, girl. He’s just another man. They’re all the same. They never know what they want.” I waved it off. “I’m almost done with him. Then I’m cleaning up the table, and I’m leaving.”

  “No problem.” She winked, grabbed her guest’s food and headed back out. I followed behind her with Zane’s check. Placing the check holder on the table, I began to clean off his table.

  “When are you off?” He said. After two beers, he was still sober, but his tone had melted into a more sensual one.

  “You are my last guest for tonight. I was supposed to leave when you were seated.”

  He grinned, sheepishly. “Sorry. I had to see you.”

  “Sure.” My smirk would have put an emoji to shame.

  Deep inside, my heart pounded at his words. I felt a million butterflies roll through my tummy, tickling me with giddiness, but I knew better than to fall for him again.

  He wasn’t here for me. He was here because he felt guilty. He knew that I - like the rest of the world - had seen him with Albina, his new girlfriend. And he wanted to come around and play nice so I wouldn’t hate him for it.

  I processed his payment. He’d slid his card, with five crisp Benjamins, into the fold. I processed the payment, and returned his card in the checkbook. I squealed over the money. $500 wouldn’t heal my heart, but what waitress doesn’t love a generous tip for a job well done?

  “Thank you for visiting me tonight. I appreciated your company. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” His eyes looked at me, silently asking a question I wouldn’t answer. I simply winked and walked away, ready to clock out and go home.

  I clocked out in the back, changed my clothes, and waited ten minutes to make sure he’d left before I exited.

  Saying goodbye to Alexis, I generously slid her $20 for being gracious enough to let me use her section to serve a customer. “See you around Christmas,” I said.

  I walked outside, ready to grab my Uber.

  “GiGi!”

  I looked around for Zane’s black car. The parking lot was moderately full, but I couldn’t see his car.

  I was looking so hard, I didn’t notice I was standing in the middle of the parking lot, blocking a car. The drive behind the metallic cherry red Mustang didn’t honk, but blinked their lights, signaling the need to move.

  I backed up, holding out my hand in apology. As the Mustang pulled forward, it slowed to a crawl and parked front of me.

  Zane opened the car door, and walked around to the passenger side. “Get in. I’ll give you a ride home.”

  “I have an Uber coming.”

  “Cancel it.”

  I admired the Mustang. It was beautiful, dare I say even more beautiful than Cherry. The interior was black with leather seats. I could see Alexis looking through the window at us. She held her thumbs up as we pulled off. I smiled, laughing at how cute she was.

  “So where’s your car?” I asked warily. “You traded it in for this?”

  “Not quite. I just decided to try something new for tonight.”

  “You’ve been trying a lot of new things lately.” I spat that out unintentionally. I couldn’t help it. He seemed to be throwing out everything he was used to - including me - for this new image.

  Whatever.

  “You don’t like it?” He asked.

  “No, it’s lovely.” My voice softened, admiring the vehicle. My heart tugged with slight envy. “How much was it?”

  “I paid a nice little penny for the customizations. Press that button.” He pointed, and I did as instructed. The top immediately came down, transforming the starry Los Angeles night into our ceiling.

  I marveled in the glorious experience and relaxed. $500 and a ride home in my dream car didn’t have to be so terrible. Just relax and allow it Gin.

  “Do you mind if we go for a little drive?” He asked. “I mean - if you’re not busy?”

  I shrugged. “Sure.”

  Thirty minutes later, we were parked on Mulholland Drive. There were other cars, but they were far enough away to give us privacy.

  Zane stopped the car and looked at me. His eyes were dark with lust, yet as desirous as I felt, I wasn’t moved to reciprocate. There was a lock on my heart, and I would keep it there, no matter how much it beat on the walls, begging to be let free.

  “So, what’s this about?” I asked, gesturing to the car, and the overpass.

  “I fucked up.” He said. “I’m sorry.”

  “That’s what you drove me out here for? To tell me you’re a sorry fuck-up? You could have sent me a text message.”

  He winced slightly, very slightly, at the words. I knew I’d stung him, but I didn’t care. He should have thought about that before he pushed me away for that long-legged model he’s been running all over LA with.

  “You have to understand, Ginger: I was trying to be respectful about this – us – and the consequences we would have had on your family.” He pleaded with his tone and his eyes. “Your father and I do business. He helps manage my career. He helps broker my deals. He thinks the world of you. He wants the best for you.”

  “You think I don’t know that?”

  “Yes, but you have to understand where I’m coming from. I want you, GiGi. I really, truly do. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are to me.” His eyes roved my body as he stopped to take me in. “But I also know where I’m at in my life, and I’m slowing down. You’re just starting to speed up.”

  “I told you that wasn’t important. I told you I wouldn’t be distract
ed by us.” I crossed my arms. “But now here you are, trying to tell me differently. Why aren’t you with her? Isn’t she your girlfriend for three months or something?”

  The jealousy broke through my voice. I couldn’t help it. I was jealous. I wanted him to myself, but was being forced to settle for watching him give her everything I wanted.

  “I killed that. I couldn’t go through with it.”

  “Why? Isn’t that a guaranteed $5 million.”

  “It still is a guaranteed $5 million. I just told them I wanted another woman.”

  My heart throbbed, and the tingle in my ears let me know palpable emotions were flowing to my face.

  “I want you,” he replied to the silent question hanging in the air between us. “Always have. Always will.”

  He reached into his pocket and unlocked his phone. Swiping through his apps, he passed it to me. “Look.”

  What I saw shocked me. There were tons of lewd pictures of her from every angle. She was practically begging him to come to the hotel, not to leave her hanging. All the messages were one sided. He never responded to a single one, even when she questioned his sexuality for not even attempting to kiss her.

  “We went out one time. It was mean to be low key. We were feeling each other out,” he explained. He sighed in reflective annoyance before continuing. “Her people called the paparazzi. She made a bunch of Instagram posts, stirring the pot and attempted to sleep with me before I could even get a chance to know her.”

  My eyes widened. I shook my head. She was a beautiful woman, but even beauty, fame, and fortune couldn’t cure the insecurity and thirst for validation and attention many sought in this lifestyle.

  “Wow,” was all I could say. “Nothing happened?”

  “Nothing.” He placed the phone in my hands. “You can go through the whole damn phone Ginger. I haven’t had any other women, never planned on having any other women, and damn sure have no interest in any other women. I want you. Only you.”

  My breath froze as he continued.

  “I’ve wanted you from the second I saw you. Literally, the moment you opened the door, I realized everything I wanted was under my nose the entire time.

  “I love your flirty brown eyes and their bedroom gaze. I love your full, pouty lips and the way they feel on my body. I love your curvy legs and the way they wrap around my head like sexy earmuffs. I love the graceful, elegant, sexy way you carry yourself.”

  “I love the way you moan my name. I love when you call me Zaddy. I love you. Period.”

  Tears came to my eyes, and my hand covered my chest in sentiment of the moment. “Zane…”

  He reached for the back of my head, leaned over and kissed me over the temple. “I’m not done. Get out the car.”

  He walked around and met me on the passenger side.

  “I love your hustle. I love how you go for what you want. And I want you to go far, baby. Really far. And you will, in this car.” He gestured toward it. “I bought it for you. It’s yours.”

  I shrieked. “What?!” I looked at the car, then at him, and then back to the car. “Stop playing!”

  He shook his head. “This isn’t a joke, babe. I’m serious.”

  “One… last thing.” He grabbed me firmly by the hips and brought me to him. “I know your semester starts next week, but I want you to do this travel promo with me.”

  “But Zane, I have classes.” I protested. This sounded like the trip of a lifetime, but I couldn’t give up my goals. Wasn’t that the reason he loved me to begin with?

  “We can talk to the school and see if there are any online classes you can switch to,” he promised. “If not, I can get you into online classes. Worst case scenario, we’ll present this as a paid internship.”

  Hmm. Not a bad idea.

  “Before anything, I need to know if you’ll accept my apology. I messed up. I was scared to give you my heart. I was scared to go public with what we had. I’ve never moved this fast, yet I’ve never felt so sure.” His hands squeezed mine as he poured his heart and soul through his eyes, his expression, and his cadence.

  I was trembling and breaking. This man was everything I’d ever wanted. The thought of losing him again would drive me insane if he couldn’t be strong. However, I would be the one who chose to lose him if I didn’t give my heart another chance at love.

  “Will you accept my apology?” He repeated, a hint of begging in his tone.

  “What about Parker? This would mean he - and Mom - know about us.” Reality hit me when I realized going public with mom and Parker meant there’d be no going back on this. I stressed my concern. “Are you truly, seriously, serious about this? I don’t want to be the cause of issues with you and Parker. You’ve been friends all my life.”

  “If he understands me, he’ll know I mean every word I present to him,” Zane said. He scratched his beard. “Tomorrow. We’ll talk to him tomorrow. Together.”

  “I’m giving you one last out, Zane. Are you ready to be with me?” I said. “Are you sure you want me, not some international supermodel with her face on the cover of every magazine?”

  “I’m positive,” he said. His expression was intense and sexy as he leaned in and whispered. “When I know what I want, I zone in on it. I’m focused, relentless, and will not back down from what I want.”

  He cupped my chin and tilted it up, his eyes threatening me not to look away. I moaned under my breath, and felt my panties moisten without my permission.

  “I have no problem giving myself to you. I mean all of myself. Once I do, you’re mine. There’s no turning back. There’s nothing else but you and I, and what we build. I’m about forever. Especially if I go public with you.”

  “The real question,” he posed, “Is on you. Can you handle all of Zaddy?”

  My breathing became shallow. I had to count to ten to avoid melting into a puddle in his arms, because his cock pressed into my tummy, and my body was begging for it. My nipples hardened in response to the chemistry of the moment.

  “Well, Zaddy,” I purred, tugging the back of his head so our lips could meet. “There’s only one way to find out.”

  28

  Zane

  Nervousness hadn’t been a part of my life for so long. If anything, people were nervous of me, not the other way around. But GiGi and Parker both hold the title of rekindling feelings of anxiety I hadn’t felt in years.

  GiGi drove me crazy. I didn’t know if she would give me another chance, especially after the incident with Albina. She’d given me the coldest shoulder ever when I visited her at Hooters, but it was worth it when she gave in to my persistence and stepped inside the car.

  But the biggest return on investment was seeing her melt when she realized the car was hers, realized my feelings were real, and realized I was ready to put it all on the line for us.

  Money was not - and never will be - an issue with us. I worked hard for my income. I was worth every damn penny. But love was priceless. GiGi already had it made. She didn’t crave fame, and she didn’t need money.

  Ginger needed what money couldn’t buy. She needed my heart, my mind, and my body - the most intimate aspects of those things. She needed me.

  Therefore it was nothing - and I mean nothing - to prove my love by easing her burden with finding a car for school, and even helping her travel with me as she finished her education.

  She was a real woman who needed a real man.

  And as fate would have it - I was that man.

  God, I’ve been blessed.

  Ginger opened the door as I pulled up. We shared a hug, and I slipped a demure kiss on top of her forehead. It was early Saturday morning, about 8:00. Everyone was home, and Parker was already up and at it, whipping up a huge breakfast, as always.

  “Hey man,” he greeted over his shoulder from the stove. “What’s up?”

  “Not much.” I took a seat at the kitchen island. Ginger sat on the other side of the island. She was quiet, pretending to focus on her phone while she waited for f
ood, but I knew she was listening carefully to every word. “Where’s the wife?”

  “She’s upstairs. Sleeping in for once. We’re taking Lily back to school shopping today.” He pointed to some of the food already prepared on the counter. “Hungry? I’m not done cooking, but you can have at it.”

  Ginger looked up at me. Her hair was in a thick, curly bun atop her head. Having it pulled up in that manner accented her gorgeous cheekbones, high and sculpted.

  “I’m good.” My stomach was tight, despite the cool exterior. “I just wanted to go over some things with the travel contract. I’ve given it a few days and I’m still not interested in working with that Sokolov chick.”

  Parker laughed. He’d been informed of what had happened by me. Her team continued to call and email regularly, seeking a way to work things out, and apologizing on behalf of her, because she’d “gotten carried away.”

  I wouldn’t let her come near me with that kind of energy. Besides, I’d found my personal playmate. She was sitting across from me at the table, waiting for me to speak to her stepdad, about us, and our plans.

  “GiGi, are you going to wait too?”

  She nodded and grunted in affirmation.

  Parker served us our plates, and said grace over the meal. He grabbed a seat at the head of the island, closest to the stove. We were in a triangle, able to easily see each other through the conversation.

  Parker dived into his food, commenting on how hungry he was. When he noticed that neither Ginger and I had touched our plates, he looked at us. “Why aren’t you eating? Aren’t you both hungry?”

  Ginger began cutting her food and took a small bite of her waffle. “It was a little hot.”

  Parker looked at me. I cleared my throat. “Before I eat, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” Parker’s face twisted with concern. His silence and expression meant I had him at full attention.

  “The reason I cannot work with Albina – or any of these models, for that matter – is because I’m in love with Ginger.”