Page 43 of Dare You to See Me
Monday cameand it was hard to hide the smile from Soleil because the moment I saw her beautiful face, I was a goner. Then there was Tuesday. And Wednesday followed with her letting me know that Saturday was the night her friend could take care of Dahlia. The next two days passed by at a snail’s pace and I thought I was going to lose my mind.
It helped somewhat talking with her throughout the days. But we didn’t talk as Malik and Soleil. It was as King and Sunny.
K: Send me something to get me through the day, Sunny Girl.
SG: Someone could see it. What if you get hacked?
K: Private server, remember? I promise I won’t let anything happen to it.
It took her a while of hemming and hawing, but when she finally responded, I thought my heart was going to fall out of my chest. She was beautiful. Her small breasts, perky and round, sat in full view. Her small waist and creamy skin were flawless. Her face was covered by the phone, but I had a feeling that was intentional. No matter. I have every line of her face memorized.
And my sweet Sunny Girl was growing braver every day. It was later that night when she made a request of her own.
SG: So are you going to share or is this a me give and you take, thing?
The smile on my face was huge and my dick was instantly hard. I was only too happy to oblige her request which garnered a response from her that said, “Oh heaven help me.”
It’s now an hour before I’m set to pick her up and I’ve been ready since two p.m. Pacing my house, checking my hair and outfit over and over. I was tempted to go to her and just sit and watch from the shadows. I wanted to watch the way she combed her hair. Would she stress over what to wear, not realizing I’d take her in ratty sweats and bare feet?
I want Soleil any way she wants, and any way I can have her.
Stomping over to the back porch once more, I decide I need a little reprieve from my reeling mind.
Me: Hi Soleil. Is everything still good for seven?
It’s a shit question and a fucking weak excuse for texting, but I need to hear from her. I want to be with her. This waiting all day has been horrible for my sanity.
Soleil: Yes. Seven is still good. I’m looking forward to it.
Me: Me, too. See you soon.
With a wide smile I hit send and grab the flowers for her and my truck keys. I’ll waste some time driving around. Or maybe I’ll just park down the street and watch her house until five minutes before I’m set to pick her up. Which is exactly what I do.
The sun is beginning to drop but it still lights the day, casting bright orange rays like flames licking across the sky. I pull my truck several houses down since it’s too recognizable, and turn off the engine. Bushes line the yards, obscuring my view of Soleil’s house, so instead I pull out my phone and tap at my folders. I find the one I’m looking for and press play.
I watch as Soleil’s beautiful body comes undone. The way her skin blushed as she got closer to her release has me adjusting my pants. Her mouth hangs open and breathy mewls spill from her lips. She’s absolutely perfect.
I didn’t tell her, but I recorded our night because I knew it would be one that I wouldn’t just want to remember. I want to watch her, witness her beauty, over and over again. And since last Sunday, that’s exactly what I’ve done.
I get lost in reliving the moments when the spell is broken by the buzzing of my watch. Six-fifty. The alarm I set to keep me on track goes off and I quickly close out, then roll my way to her house.
My nerves begin to set in as I reach for the flowers and step out. I smooth my hand over my shirt, having opted for casual with black jeans and a black button up shirt, and pull my sunglasses off my face. With a trembling finger, I press the doorbell and wait.
Can it really be that this is the first actual date I’ve been on in years? For far too long, my nights with women have consisted of picking them up at the bar and taking them home for a night of fun. I can’t remember the last time I picked a woman up at her house and took her to dinner.
I play the good guy –which I mostly am– but deep down, I’m just as slimy as Danté. I use women for a quick fuck, once maybe twice, and then I’m done with her. That’s how it’s always been. It’s all we’ve ever known. But seeing Henny with Dagen makes me want more. And Soleil coming along tells me now is the right time.
I hear the locks clicking followed by the door slowly swinging open. When Soleil stands in full view, my tongue rolls back into my throat and I choke. Like literally, I start choking.
“Oh goodness. Are you okay?” Soleil steps out onto the porch where I stand and starts patting my back as I continue to cough, spittle flying everywhere.
I nod and put a hand over my mouth to catch any from hitting her face. “I’m okay. Sorry.”
She rubs a soft hand over my back then pulls away like a snake bit her. “Would you like some water?”
“Sure. That would be great.” She smiles shyly and steps through the front door and I follow.
My eyes travel around the space, taking in the plush sofa and colorful accents. Pictures of a smiling Dahlia and Soleil hang on walls and sit on tables. It’s warm and comforting and exactly what I hope to have one day. And I don’t mean the decor. I mean the family.
