After removing the ropes from her legs, I flipped her around and took the blindfold off. She opened her eyes and gave them time to adjust to the light before looking at me and smiling. I thought she was about to speak, but she surprised me by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her lips. Slowly, I pushed my way back inside as she requested, “Ishmael, may I please have permission to speak?”
She was about to kill me.
“Yes.”
“May I ride?”
I wanted to say nah because that would end our night, but I couldn’t be on her about unity and partnership and submission and not meet her halfway. After flipping her over, I grabbed the pillow and covered my face with it as soon as I saw her placing her feet on top of the bed. With a sexy chuckle, she removed the pillow and forced me to look at her. Hands on my chest, she rode the shit out of my dick until I was holding her tightly as I jerked and released my seeds inside of her.
Chapter 14
Rosalyn
I was determined to have a good day – no matter what. Or, I guess I should say no matter who. When I first made it to see Willow, Jeremy had been on his best behavior. He gave me and Willow some time to spend alone, then he joined us to play some of the games I brought. It put me on a natural high to be able to teach my daughter something, and the fact that it was something Ishmael taught me only made me feel better.
Not being able to be there for the really important stuff like her first crawl, walk, words, and day of school had been eating me up. But today, we created some of our own firsts together, not including the baking lesson we shared with my mother last weekend. After we were done playing, I fixed us all lunch and we watched homemade videos that Jeremy had recorded. All in all, our time together had been really nice.
It wasn’t until I was getting ready to leave that shit started going left. JD mentioned today being the perfect day and we could have days like this all the time if I moved in. I told him that I would never live with him because I didn’t want to be in a relationship with him. He mentioned Ishmael and the illegal things he was into, and I made it clear to him that I didn’t judge Ishmael just like he hadn’t judged me. Jeremy lost it when I confessed that I loved Ishmael.
He was so upset because I used to tell him all the time that I wasn’t capable of loving a man, and I guess I wasn’t back then. Hell, I didn’t choose to love Ishmael. It snuck up on me over the years. That’s what made it so special. We got to see each other’s hearts and fall in love with what mattered most without the pressure or judgment that happens in most relationships.
JD threatened me again, telling me if I didn’t end things with Ishmael that I wouldn’t see my daughter again. That put me at my limit.
“You a flawed ass sucka, you know that?”
I’d been spending way too much time with Ishmael because his lingo was starting to rub off on me. At any other moment it would have tickled me, but I was too irritated to even smile right now.
“I don’t want no drug dealer around my daughter, Rosalyn. When people find out we have a child together and that you’re associated with him, that automatically makes us a target.”
“You’ve been watching way too much tv,” I downplayed, even though that was true. “Besides, Ishmael would never let anything happen to me or my family, and unfortunately, that includes you. But if you keep fucking with me, I’m going to let him handle you.”
Jeremy chuckled and scratched under his ear as he stepped closer to me and closed the space between us. “Like I said, break up with him, or I’m leaving Memphis and taking Willow with me.”
“You can’t do that!”
“I can do whatever the hell I want to do. You gave up your rights when you abandoned her! That’s my daughter, and if I feel like you’re a bad influence, I’ll take her and keep her away for another five years or however long it takes for you to come to your senses.”
Rolling my tongue across my teeth, I tried my very hardest to remain calm. He was talking to me like he’d forgotten who I was. I didn’t tolerate disrespect from anyone just like my mother. And I was twice as lethal now with Ishmael in my corner. But for the sake of my daughter, I kept my voice low and remained calm.
His poker face fell as soon as I said, “I understand that you’re upset because you want something you can’t have,” and that was all it took for me to realize his anger was coming from pain. If I wanted us to maintain any type of positive relationship for Willow’s sake, this couldn’t be a battle for top Alpha and power. Ishmael was the only man on this earth I would ever submit to, but I was at least going to try to be nice to Jeremy’s ass. “But Willow doesn’t deserve to suffer because of that. When you chose to come back home and ambush me, you brought me back into her life, and I will not let you or anyone else break our hearts by pulling us apart again.”
Done with the conversation, I went to Willow’s room and gave her a hug and kiss as I told her I would see her tomorrow, but the truth of the matter was, I didn’t know if I would see her tomorrow or ever again. Jeremy had already made it clear that he used a P.I. to find me, and I wouldn’t put it past him that he still had the man trailing me. So if he saw me with Ishmael, there was no doubt in my mind that he would try to keep my princess from me.
The entire time I drove to my mother’s house, I tried to come up with a solution to the predicament I was in. Even if I tried to get partial custody, JD could bring up a lot of things in my past to use against me. Yes, I was making moves with my personal shopping business now, but To The Highest Bidder was still my business. And I was in a relationship with a well-known gangsta. One who had plenty of charges and prison time under his belt.
Realistically, JD was the better parent, and I was starting to feel like playing nice was the only option I had. But I had promised Ishmael that I would never allow this situation to cause me to run from him again, so I tried not to overthink the situation and talk to him and my mother to see what they thought should be my next move. He’d agreed to meeting her and Stanley today. I wanted Willow here too, but it was a good thing I didn’t try to bring her.
Instead of going right into my mother’s house when I pulled up, I sat outside in my car and waited for Ishmael so we could talk. He had truly become the peace and safe haven I used to be for him, and I was so grateful to God to have such a solid king by my side who could pay that kindness back. There was nothing negative that anyone could say about Ishmael to make me let him go at this point – period.
Just the sight of his car pulling up filled me with a sense of peace. I opened my door and got out, not giving a damn about him complaining about me opening it. It was late July, so it was a bit toasty outside. Way too hot for makeup, so as much as I loved it, I settled on BB cream and highlighter with false lashes, mascara, and a matte lip. Ishmael was dressed simply in a black tee, light jeans, and black Pumas, but he still looked good as hell. His hat was pushed low covering his tight balsamic colored eyes, but he lifted it slightly as he walked over to me and smiled seductively.
“What I tell you about that door?” was the first thing out of his mouth as he pulled me in for an embrace.
“I couldn’t wait. I was too excited to see you.”