Page 27 of Heartbeat

Lennox followed my lead, nodding to my father without a response and greeting my mother with a kiss to her cheek. He led me to the far end of the table, pulled out my chair, and pushed it beneath the table once I sat down. Lennox was a gentleman, at least with me.

When I thanked him, he gave me his signature wink. When we turned back to the table, everyone was quietly watching us. It was like they were waiting for some theatrical meltdown or something. My mother and father sat at the opposite end of the table with Robin and Dove sitting across from each other. I wasn’t surprised that Robin didn’t bring her husband Quinton because our father did not approve. He had told Robin several times that a high school Social Sciences teacher was beneath her station in life, but I guess Robin didn’t think so.

I thought he would at least tolerate Quinton because he was now his son-in-law, but I guess I put too much faith in my father.

“So, how’s married life?” Dove asked as she sipped from a large glass of wine.

Lennox rubbed my thigh under the table with one hand and used the other to tuck my hair behind my ear. He leaned in and kissed my ear softly. I smiled and rubbed the side of my face on his soft beard. I loved that he gave me so much love and affection, it was something that I was missing that I didn’t know I needed.

“Married life is wonderful,” Lennox answered, still looking at me. He kissed my lips softly, and I sighed as I often did when our lips touched. We stared at each other, and he gave me a secret smile. The one that said we were definitely going to have sex in the car on the way home.

I heard a throat clear, and it snapped me out of my love bubble. Lennox had managed to do something that I didn’t think was possible, forget I was with my family.

“Sorry.” I shrugged.

“You look happy, Raven,” Robin spoke up for the first time. I hadn’t talked to her in weeks. I had reached out to her a million times through text and calls. But my texts went unanswered, and my calls went to voicemail, so I stopped trying.

“I am happy,” I stated simply.

“If you say so,” Robin responded with a frown. I didn’t know what her problem was, but she was acting like… well, Dove. She seemed to be hostile, and if my memory served me correctly, I’m the one who got married to a stranger to save her, not the other way around. Plus, she was a newlywed as well, she should’ve been happily sexed up as well.

“I do say so,” I said slowly. “So, where’s your husband?” I asked, and Robin looked away, and Dove smirked.

“He couldn’t make it,” Robin finally answered. Dove burst out laughing, and my mother shot her a “shut the hell up look” until she stopped. I knew that I was obviously missing something, and I could feel my brows damned near touching in the middle I was frowning so hard.It’s always something with this family.

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The rest of the dinner was uneventful, which I was more than grateful for. My mother made polite conversation, and my father talked to Lennox about BHM. If I wasn’t mistaken, my father actually liked Lennox.

When it was time to leave, Lennox paid the bill without a second thought. He didn’t ask my father if he could pay, and he didn’t let my father pay. It may seem like a small thing, but it was about power and control. The richest man in the room paid the bill, and that was normally my father.

Everyone in the private dining room knew that my father wasn’t broke or wanting for anything, which was partly because of Lennox. But if Alejandro Bishops was mad about it, I couldn’t tell. And I could always tell when my father was upset.

We filed out of the restaurant in awkward silence. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely pushing the line of tipsy. I begged Lennox not to drive because it was the expectation of our family to keep up appearances. Which meant chauffeur driven cars when we were dining at expensive restaurants. Now that I know my father likes Lennox, I probably worried about nothing. But I didn’t want to take the chance of being criticized.

The blacked-out Chevy Suburban pulled into the valet, and the driver hopped out to open the door for my family. I said my goodbyes, hugging my mother and waving at everyone else. The way Robin was acting made me sad, and I didn’t want to deal with her, so I just let it go.

I was learning that I can’t make people love me no matter what I do. I’ve spent my entire life trying to please everyone around me. The only ones that ever accepted me were my mother and Robin, so now that Robin was acting distant, I felt confused and hurt.

“Ready to go, Mrs. Nash?” Lennox smiled down at me, and I nodded. I could feel my eyes tearing up, and I really didn’t know what the hell was wrong with me. I hardly ever cried.

“Yes, Dr. Nash. Let’s go home.” We road home in silence, with Lennox rubbing my arm while I was tucked under his. He held me close and let me snuggle into him like the big baby that I am.

Once we got to the penthouse, we went straight to our bedroom. I removed my make-up and put my hair up in a pineapple at the top of my head. I didn’t bother with putting on pajamas because Lennox would end up ripping whatever I wore when he got in the mood. I’d lost too many pairs of sleep shorts and panties to chance it.

I crawled into bed and waited for Lennox to get finished with his nighttime routine. He slipped into bed and hovered over me. His hard chest and muscle abs were a glorious sight to behold. But his strong arms that caged me in were what dreams were made of. I couldn’t resist him as I rubbed my hand down his torso then back up.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he did a push-up and kissed my lips on his way down. He pushed back up and let his eyes roam over my naked body. It felt like his hands were caressing every inch of my skin that his eyes traveled over. Lennox slowly dropped his body on top of mine. Connecting us from head to toe before he slid down to face my waiting pussy.

He stuck his nose into my core and rubbed it over my clit from left to right then in a slow sensual circle. He stuck his tongue out and took a long leisurely lick. He moaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my hot center.

“Lennox, please,” I begged for him to touch me. To kiss me. To fuck me with his tongue. I needed him to do something to put me out of my misery.

“Please, what, Princess?” His voice was dark and sultry, and it made me shiver. I loved it when he talked to me this way.

“Please make me feel good, Dr. Nash,” I purred, pushing my hips up into his face. His chuckle was just as dark as his voice.

“You want to fuck my face, Princess? Because if you fuck mine, then I get to fuck yours.” Damn! He made the nastiest shit sound so appealing. It was another one of his superpowers.

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