Page 68 of Heart of a Savage
“Never.”
He placed me in the seat and then sat next to me. The stewardess brought our bags on while the flight attendant announced us for take-off. As tough as I could be and how resistant I wanted to be to allowing this man to woo and court me, I knew I had to stop fighting this. If I had to tell myself the truth, my father instilled in me to never allow a man to finesse me, but then he was sent to prison, and now he was telling us that he didn’t want to see us again. He had finessed me. I may have been hesitant about men before, but his actions had handicapped me when it came to dealing with the opposite sex. I always waited for the relationship to fail because I knew how cunning men could be to get the girl they wanted for the ‘meantime,’ then either cheat or leave her with her heart bleeding on the floor. I didn’t want that for myself. Nonetheless, I was giving Messiah a chance to prove me wrong.
To prove to me that I could feel love.
The panoramic view from our penthouse suite was breathtaking. I had never been to France, and just seeing a view so beautiful had me never wanting to return home. During the layover in Rome, we explored the Pantheon, including Piazza Navona. Now, I was viewing Nice from the floor-to-ceiling windows, sipping a glass of champagne while Messiah got ready for his business meeting. The urge to call Sabrina and show her where I was tempted me, but I decided against it, knowing how dramatic she would be.
Feeling arms wrap around my waist caused a small smile to grace my lips.
“I hope you didn’t think I was leaving you in this room by yourself?”
I turned in his arms, looking at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”
He rubbed his lips against mine. This act of sensuality had my pussy doing cartwheels.
“What I mean is, you're coming to the meeting with me. Go get dressed.”
“What the heck am I supposed to wear, Messiah? I only have four bikinis and two sets of lingerie that youstronglysuggested that I bring. Other than what I’m wearing now, which isn’t even business dinner adjacent, I don’t have anything else.”
His tongue slithered into my mouth, and I reciprocated by tasting every corner of his. He pulled back and smiled. “I need you with me because, although this is business, it’s also pleasure. I’m not leaving you in this room by yourself, Juicy. I promisedyou a good time, so that’s what I’m going to do. That includes making sure you have what you need.”
“I don’t mind lounging in the room alone. If we stay in this room the whole vacation, I wouldn’t be mad at all. Have you seen this view?”
“Eh, twice before.”
I yanked out of his arms. “With who?”
“Chill, Juice.” He chuckled. “It was once with my brothers to look for vacation homes, and the other was with a female friend, whom I hadn’t talked to in ages.”
“Mm,” I mumbled. “What’s her name and social?”
Laughing and showing those beautiful teeth, he shook his head. “Not happening. Let’s go.”
He escorted me back into the bedroom, and I found a black satin dress on the bed that had a long slit up the leg and black, strappy six-inch pumps. “We got one hour; try to make it quick.”
He kissed my cheek and left the room while I stood there speechless. I swear, he was making it hard for me to decide on just being friends with him. Bringing me to Nice, the views of this suite, top-shelf champagne, this dress and shoes, and that bomb-ass dick that I’d been riding from here to Texas were becoming overwhelming.
Just trust him, Arie. Stop acting like a scary bitch.
I shook myself from my thoughts and went to get dressed.
The moment we stepped out of our suite, I felt as if I were someone of importance. Messiah had introduced me to his business associates and their wives or girlfriends, and from there, the ladies embraced me as if I were Princess Diana. I was overstimulated and wanted to leave, but Messiah made sure I didn’t feel alone. While he conducted business, he made sure to keep his eyes on me and was never too far away, just in case I needed him. When we sat down to have dinner, the men talked, and I found out they were a team of doctors who owned ahospital here in Nice. I wasn’t listening at first until they started talking numbers, and by the end of the conversation, Messiah just upped his bank account by four point four million dollars.
What the fuck? I need to Google this nigga.
Who was this good dick, annoyingly handsome, well-spoken—when the time permits—cool, desirable man? In this element, he wasn’t the filthy-mouthed, thugged-out nigga I’ve known him to be.
By the end of the night, I was tipsy and feeling nice. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face as we bid everyone a goodnight and headed back to our suite. Once we made it through the threshold of the door, I pushed him against the wall in the foyer and attacked his mouth. Messiah slid his big palms under my dress, snatching the lace thongs from my ass.
“I’m about to fuck the shit out of you,” he groaned out.
“You promise?” I countered, eager to feel him inside of me.
A swift slap to my ass and a pinch to my left nipple caused a moan to escape, and my sex to throb.
“Oooh, fuck, baby.” My brows pinched tightly, and I ground my pussy into the bulge in his slacks.
“I’ve been thirsty all fucking day.” He walked me through the living room to the bedroom, tossing me on the bed and sliding the straps of the dress down, exposing my hard nipples. His teeth grated on one, and I was ten seconds from cursing him out for teasing me. “You got the juice, so gimme that shit.”
