Page 24 of Papa's Beloved

“If you keep that up, we’ll never get to dinner.”

“For now, but I intend to have you for dessert.”

I laugh. The man is sex on a fucking stick, and now I’m going to be horny throughout dinner. He knows it too.

“Pick my dress.”

He steps beside me and eyes my choices, then reaches for a turquoise dress. It’s one of my faves. A t-shirt and dress with a collar. It’s bright turquoise and ends mid-thigh. I take the dress and watch as he goes to the dresser and picks out a panty set with a matching bra. Black lace with turquoise piping.

After handing them to me, he searches through my shoes and pulls a pair of strappy silver stilettos.

“Will you wear these?”

“I will. Good thing we’re taking your sled. Those are too cold to ride in.”

“Good thing then. I’ll have a prospect pull it up to the door. Finishing that communal garage was a godsend.”

“It is nice, but I park out front most of the time.”

“I know you do. I see your little Kia when we pull through the gates.”

“Staci once accused me of not having a soul. I bought one as a joke and fell in love with the car.”

“Why did Staci say you didn’t have a soul?”

“Because I didn’t get bent when you fucked her.”

Papa and I have always had a connection. One we didn’t even understand at first. He wanted me to date him early on, but I was set on using the club to pay for my school. He offered to pay for it. As did my aunt, but I needed to do it on my own. Sex is just a thing, or it can be. It’s different when I’m with Papa. It’s much more than that. There’s a connection, A soul level connection. I feel complete when he’s inside me. When I don’t know where I end and he begins.

It takes less than twenty minutes to get ready. Since my hair needs desperate attention from Dmitiri, I donned one of my favorite wigs. It’s short and sassy. Got me bringing all kinds of early nineties, Halle Berry.

Papa lets out a long, low whistle when he sees me.

“Beloved, you are fire.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He’d put on dress pants, button up shirt and dress shoes. I lean in and give him a kiss.

“You smell good too.”

He smiles at me. “I aim to please.”

I grab my purse and a wrap in case it gets colder than expected. Papa puts his hand in the small of my back and guides us through the clubhouse and outside to his waiting Escalade. He opens my door and helps me inside. After I’m settled, he fastens my seat belt and closes the door before getting into the driver’s side. The drive doesn’t take long. We park and walk inside. Papa gives his name. He has a reservation. How sweet.

The hostess seats us. A server comes by promptly with menus and water. Papa orders a bottle of their best champagne to start.

“What looks good?” Papa asks.

“Everything,” I say with a laugh.

In the end, we order the seafood platter to start. It comes with oysters, shrimp, big eye tuna sashimi, and lobster tail. I get a roasted beet salad to go with my Mahi Mahi while Papa goes for the surf and turf. Kona lobster and Wagyu beef.

The champagne and food is absolutely delicious. I can see why it’s booked out weeks in advance. Luckily, we’re part owners and can get tables pretty much any time.

We had two bottles of champagne before we called it a night. I drank more than he did and wound up tipsy. I threaded my arm through his and leaned on him as we walked out.

“Did you enjoy dinner, Beloved?

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