Page 53 of You Make Me Feel

I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest while he caressed my back. He kissed my forehead and pulled away from me. “Let’s get this over with.”

I nodded, then headed to the building. When I approached the window, I gave the lady sitting there my name, and she gave me paperwork to fill out. This shit was pointless, but if Jarod’s ass wanted to waste his money on shit he already knew, I would let him. I had nothing to hide. He was just a ho-ass nigga who tried to make shit complicated.

When I sat to fill out my paperwork, my hand was trembling so much I could barely write. I didn’t know why because I knew what the outcome would be. Maybe it was still leftover nerves about how the conversation with Oliver would go. He took the pen from my hand and the clipboard from my lap. “Just tell me what to write.”

I gave him the needed information, then took the clipboard to the front desk. Once I sat, he grabbed my hand to soothe my nerves. I turned to him. “Just so you know, I’m not nervous about this test. I know that Jarod is the biological father of my baby, without a doubt. He was the only man I was sleeping with before you.”

Oliver gave me a soft smile and rubbed his hand across my cheek but didn’t say a word. When the technician/ nurse called me to the back, I glanced at Oliver.

“Go ahead. I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

I nodded and followed the woman to the back.

“Hello, Ms. Jordan. Mr. Speights has already given his sample and requested that we expedite the results.”

“Good.”

She took me to a room where all her supplies were, and I sat in the chair designated for her to do her job. She was done within minutes, and I was headed back to Oliver. Strangely, I felt a sense of relief. I assumed that was because I knew Jarod would have to stop telling fucking lies about me. This blood test would prove that he was the father. I truly hoped he suffered from the results as much as he was trying to make me suffer.

Oliver slid his hand to mine and led me out to the car. Once inside, he turned to me and said, “I scheduled you an appointment. I want you to relax before we talk about things. We will hash this shit out like adults and move on from it, okay?”

I didn’t bother asking what type of appointment. I just wanted to talk and get this shit over with, but I was at his mercy if I still wanted him to be in my life. “Okay.”

When he turned in the spa parking lot, my eyes widened slightly. I turned to him, and as soon as he put the car in park, he pulled me to him and kissed me with a desire unfathomable. After pulling away, I damn near wanted to straddle him in this car. “Just tell them your name, and they will take it from there. Try to relax. We need to talk, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I told you that you were mine and that I was yours. That shit ain’t changed . . . unless you want it to.”

I quickly shook my head. “I love you, Oliver. I’m just so embarrassed about my behavior.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. You expect what you’ve experienced. I’m trying to broaden your horizons and prove to you that not all men move like the ones you’ve experienced. My word is bond. I know that statement is cliché, but it’s factual. I don’t say shit I don’t mean, and I ain’t gon’ renege on shit I done said unless it’s absolutely necessary. However, it won’t be because I’ve changed. It’ll be because the situation has changed.”

“You’re so perfect. I was a fool to overlook that.”

“I’m not perfect, baby, but Iama man who will always admit to his errors. My error this time was that I didn’t make you feel secure in my position concerning Jarod. But we’ll talk more about that after your massage. I plan to make things crystal clear to you, and I want you to make things crystal clear to me in return. Now, go on in there.”

He kissed my lips once again, and I got out of the car and wanted to skip all the way to the entrance. I felt so happy inside. I questioned all the time whether I even deserved Oliver. I didn’t care what he said. Hewasperfect, and he was perfect for me.

When I walked inside, the lady at the front desk smiled at me. “Good afternoon. You must be Ms. Jordan.”

I smiled back. “Yes, ma’am, I am.”

“You’re a lucky woman,” she said, then winked at me.

I smiled and closed my eyes as I nodded. “Not lucky. Blessed. Immensely blessed.”

She smiled even brighter and said, “You are absolutely right. Follow me.”

She led me to a dimly lit room with wallflowers producing a pleasant scent throughout. A robe hung on the wall. “Go ahead and get undressed and put that robe on. Someone will come and get you shortly.”

I nodded, and as soon as she closed the door, I came out of my dress and sandals and quickly put on the robe and the slippers on the floor right beneath it. Shortly after, someone knocked on the door. I opened it, and another lady stood there. “Hello, Ms. Jordan. Follow me.”

I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I anxiously awaited to dive on that massage table in the room where I disrobed. I was more than sure I would be back. I couldn’t help but notice the relaxing music being played. The fact that everyone I saw was Black made the spa more appealing. When we got to the other side, I realized Oliver had paid for the works, from exfoliation and a facial to a mani/pedi and body waxing. I even sat in a sauna for thirty minutes.

After all that, I was taken back to where I disrobed and indulged in a relaxation massage. I fell asleep while getting rubbed on and listened to GIVON. When the masseuse finished, she gently shook me. I was so damn relaxed I felt like I could conquer the world. I was slick as shit, but my skin felt so good. I even felt good mentally, and I believed that was what Oliver was aiming for. After dressing, I made my way out. When I got to the front, I received a care package with oils, lotions, and body butter to keep my skin radiant. This wouldnotbe my last time coming here.

When I exited the building, Oliver stood outside, leaning against the car. He’d changed into shorts and a T-shirt, revealing every bulge his muscles created. My eyes automatically rolled to the back of my head, threatening to have my ass taking a tumble on this concrete. He licked his lips and smiled at me as he opened the door to his car. I put my hand on his cheek and tiptoed to kiss his lips before getting in.

After he got in, he said, “You’re probably hungry now, right? The baby is probably kicking your ass too.”

I chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you, Oliver. That was amazing. I enjoyed every minute of it.”

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