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She literally dragged me to the car, and I loved her excitement and appreciation. I also loved the fact that about fifteen minutes into our ride, she pulled over and bounced on my dick with the top down in the back seat.
The Next Morning
I woke up to a sweet sight this morning. I crashed at Taj’s house and was surprised to find her mom and mine too in the kitchen. Apparently they made plans to have a girls’ day today. One of the moms had brought pastries, and they were all smiles as they talked and sipped their coffee.
“Good morning, good morning.” I spoke, going around the table and giving them all some love.
“Good morning, baby.” My mom, Shavon, spoke first.
“Hey, baby,” Katie, Taj’s mom, replied.
“Hi,” Taj cooed with a wide smile as she looked at me with all the love in the world in her eyes. It was crazy how time couldchange things. Seeing this version of her always warmed my heart. To know this was the same woman who said relationships were inadmissible in her life was insane. “We didn’t wake you, did we?”
“Nah. I have to meet Martin at the country club. He finally wants to discuss the zoning and entitlements along with the financing for construction.”
“Do you need me to go with you?”
“Not at all, sweetheart. Enjoy yourself.”
We’d finally finished the first phase of his deal, which included making sure he understood the development process, who all would be involved, around how long it would take, and scouting plots of land to start with. Even though he was a millionaire, I wanted him to consider getting loans or equity in land and obtaining a small amount of developers to partner with. That would take more time. They’d get a share of the profit, but they would offer him equity in exchange. That way he wouldn’t have to invest so much of his own money in the land and businesses without seeing a return any time soon. That was a long battle within itself because he was the kind of man who wanted as few people involved as possible, but he eventually agreed.
“Are you sure, babe?”
“I’m positive,” I assured her before placing a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll update you first thing Monday morning.”
“Okay. Call me if you need me, and I’ll see you later.”
“Alright, honey.”
I said goodbye to my mom and future mother-in-law, and a smile was on my face as I left. Seeing them together was like the first picture of what I had to look forward to in my future, and I was grateful to God they were getting along so well.
Taj
April
Ididn’t think my life could get any better. I’d been working more at MPWG. Kaos had taken me under his wing and allowed me to be his second chair for Mayor Collins’ case. Unfortunately, when Collins found out that his son had gotten his third wife, and technically his stepmother, pregnant, Collins attacked them both in a fit of rage. We were arguing temporary insanity for the crime of passion. Collins had shot both, and sadly, his wife died. Now, his son was a single father, and he had no help, because everyone was on Collins’s side.
My relationship was perfect. Every day with Tristan felt like a forehead kiss from God. I’d been trying to find ways every day to serve him and cater to him to make sure he felt as loved as he made me feel. I’d hooked him up with a car service, so he had a new Chevy Tahoe that had two alternating chauffeurs. It was literally a fight convincing him to let me get the SUV and hire and pay for the drivers. He acted like I couldn’t use my money for anything. The compromise was him paying for the chauffeurs, but I didn’t allow him to pay me back for the SUV.
Since a lot of his needs were taken care of by the hotel staff, I often cooked for him and handled any small errands he had. Iloved giving him massages and running his shower or bath and picking out his clothes. Little small things that took hardly no time or effort but made him feel loved.
We spent alternating weeks at each other’s home, and as much as he loved not having to worry about anything at his suite, I could also tell he loved being at my place. I think it was mostly because he didn’t have a kitchen in his suite, and food was so important to his greedy ass. A lot of our evenings were spent in the kitchen cooking and eating together, which I loved probably as much as he did.
Thinking about that had me calling him to see if he wanted to cook tonight or go out to eat. He’d had a long day scheduled, so I figured he was going to say I could cook, or we could go out.
“Attorney Pierce’s office.”
“Hey, Rodrick. Is he available?”
“Hey, my girl. He said he’s always available for you. One second. Let me transfer your call.”
“Thank you, kind soul.”
I hummed along to the music that played while I waited for Rodrick to transfer the call.
“Sweetheart,” was Tristan’s greeting, and it immediately made me smile.
“Hi, angel. Is now really a good time?”
