Page 27 of Surrender to Me

I bit my lip, biting back a grin as I settled onto the pool ledge. “You sure you wanna know?” I teased. I took another sip of my drink, sinking deeper into the warm water, already preparing for Tyrae’s interrogation.

“Um, hell yes!” she pressed. “You know damn well I want details, bitch!”

I sighed, biting my lip. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Start with this damn man who has you ignoring my calls for hours. Y’all fuck yet or is he still teasing you? Tell meeee!!!”

“He’s… bitch…” I let out a slow breath, glancing toward the villa, making sure Legend was still inside. All nasty thoughts ran through my head. I started thinking of the teasing, the foreplay, and the sex. “This shit is… insane.”

“Insane how?”

“Like, every other man I’ve ever been with ain’t got shit on him. Not Jamal. Not Richie. Not Shawn. Like, I don’t even know who I am anymore,” I whispered. “I thought I knew pleasure. I thought I knew my body. I thought I knew what good dick was. I was so,sowrong.”

Tyrae screamed. “Bitch, you got destroyed!”

I laughed, covering my face again. “It’s not just the sex,” I admitted, surprising even myself. “It’s him. The way he moves, the way he looks at me, the way he just… takes control.”

“Mmm, sounds like a problem.”

“Heisa problem,” I muttered.

“And you love it.”

“It’s just for the weekend, Ty.”

“And you believe that?”

I didn’t answer because I wasn’t sure if I did. Before Tyrae could push further, I heard the patio door slide open. Legend stepped outside and winked at me as he made his way over to the bartender for a refill of his drink, the phone glued between his ear and his shoulder. He was still on a business call, speaking in that calm, authoritative voice as he headed back inside the villa.

Tyrae’s voice brought me back to the conversation. “You about to let him break your back one last time before you leave, huh?”

I scoffed, face heating instantly. “I hate you.”

Later that evening, as the sun began to set, I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the straps of my hunter green dress as it flowed around my body. It was our final night. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to push the thought aside, even though it lingered like an unwelcome guest in the back of my damn mind.

The last few days had been so intense, so completely unreal that it almost felt impossible that I’d be waking up tomorrow with a flight to catch and a whole life waiting for me on the East Coast.

“You overthinking again.”

I turned my head and found Legend leaning against the doorway, watching me with that unshakable, knowing gaze. Dressed in a loose cream linen shirt, open at the collar, and tailored black trousers, his usual cocky smirk softened just slightly like he could already see the conflict in my eyes.

“I’m just… taking it all in,” I murmured, turning back to my reflection to adjust my hoop earring.

Legend stepped closer, his presence warm and steady, and before I could even process it, his strong fingers interlocked with mine. I inhaled sharply, my chest tightening as he lifted my hand to his mouth and pressed a slow, deep kiss to my knuckles.

“Relax, baby,” he murmured against my skin. I exhaled, my body already responding to him, already surrendering like it always did. Then he tilted my chin up, his dark gaze locking onto mine, and kissed me. Slow. Deep. Unrushed. Like he wanted me to feel every second of it. When he pulled back, he licked his lips. “Come on,” he said, keeping my fingers in his. “Dinner’s waiting.”

We headed down to the private beach and the setup was straight out of a fucking dream. A canopy of string lights twinkled above, casting a golden glow over a beautifully set table for two. A soft breeze carried the scent of pasta and fresh herbs, mixing with the salty, humid air.

The waves lapped gently against the shore, a perfect rhythm to the soft jazz playing from a speaker. Legend pulled out my chair, waiting until I was seated before taking his own.

“Alright, I gotta admit,” I mused, running my fingers along the edge of my wine glass. “You know how to set the mood.”

He chuckled, nodding to the waiter who poured our glasses full of expensive white wine. “I told you, Honey. You're special."

I swallowed, the words landing somewhere deep in my chest, unraveling things I wasn’t ready to confront. So instead, I reached for my wine, taking a sip before shifting the conversation. “Alright, tell me,” I said, setting my glass down. “What’s one thing you think everyone should experience at least once in their lifetime?”

Legend smirked, sitting back. “Easy. Owning your time.”

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