Now we were back in Florida at the private airport he used waiting for the pilot to give us the green light to get off.
“I love you, Daddy.” I hugged him, trying my hardest to get my emotions together. I hadn’t been able to control myself since we left. Today had been perfect. So perfect that I was afraid to close my eyes and wake up to it being a dream.
“Come home, baby girl. Be with Amell. If anyone will protect you it’s him.” He surprised the hell out of me.
“Really, daddy? Are you serious?” I damn near leaped out of my seat.
“Yes,” he chuckled. “Live your life.” Right then the captain gave us the okay to get off and I jumped in his arms.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much, daddy. I love you.” I had one destination in mind and that was going to Amell.
Stepping off the last step my head lifted, and I screamed. “King.” My bags dropped on the ground and I ran full speed in my new Giuseppe boots over to Amell, who stood near my mother by his truck.
“Hey, beautiful.” His laughter was music to my ears. “I miss you, Gazelle.” Could this day get any better?
“Aww, Mitch. Look at them. Aren’t they so cute?”
“Can’t believe they tried to hide like we didn’t know.”
Amell and I were so gone in our little world that we paid their comments no mind.
“Come on, I have a surprise for you.” Amell kissed up and down my neck.
“Bye parental.” I waved, still wrapped around Amell.
I don’t know where he whisked me off too nor did I care. He placed me in the passenger seat, and I’ve been in a realm of passion since. The feel of his hands drumming along my thighs as he drove. His lips kissing mine at every stop light.
His love affirmations with each corner turned. I was all about him.
“I’ll help you out.” His voice and void of hands groping me snapped me out of lala land.
We were down at the riverfront near the yachts. Hand in hand we walked until we reached a nice 282-foot mega yacht named Gazelle. It had an infinity pool, a 15-foot glass movie screen, helicopter pad, gym, spa, and massage room. One master suite was decorated in his favorite colors, black and gold. Two other VIP suites, two double bed cabins, and one cabin with a twin bed.
It was perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
He even hired a full-on staff to cater to us. While we sailed up and down the intercoastal, I couldn’t help but think about what my father said to me. How he gave me the okay and clear to come home. There was no more hiding or pretending that these people were strangers to me.
“Dance with me.” Amell sat across from me sipping on his glass of iced tea.
Shirtless, skin all glistening and looking like the best melted chocolate.
After the tour of our new yacht, we showered together and settled on silk pajamas. I found a cute his and her set while in Paris. Mine was a black silk nightie and he wore the matching pants that hung nicely off his hips.
“You for Me” by Johnny Gill began to play and I wanted to melt right here. I swallowed the rest of my wine and stood to dance with my man. Amell’s larger than life aura and personality always made me feel safe. Like I could conquer the world knowing that he stood beside me.
“I apologize for being distant, Gazelle. I need to learn how to balance my priorities and make room for you that doesn’t include interference from anyone else.” The way he held me it felt like he was afraid to let me go. His hugs and kisses, the way he made love to me, it always felt like the last time.
Tonight, was our anniversary. Six years since I gave him my body. Six years since I openly confessed that I loved the makings of him. Six years since he declared that I was his.
“You’ve had a lot going on, babe. There’s nothing to apologize for.” I reassure him. Amell took the weight of disappointing others heavy.
Those black onyx eyes collided with mine, piercing through my soul. “That’s no excuse, Gazelle, and don’t ever downplay your feelings because of what I have going on. Regardless, don’t settle, baby.” His lips kissed me until I saw stars. “Happy anniversary.” He remembered.
Amell remembered.
“I spoke to my father and he said that I could leave Cali and move here.” What better way to end our anniversary than by knowing that we had no barriers between us? “My parents know about us, Amell. They gave their blessing. We don’t have to hide anymore.”
The tears in my eyes began to build even more at the sudden glimpse of change in him. Simply, he brushed me off. I knew the difference when he looked at me and when he looked passed me, even with his eyes locked with mine, he saw me, but he didn’t see me.
We continued to dance. Continued to sway in each other’s arms. After the third or fourth song he sat me down on his lap and fed me. He was so attentive to me that I was afraid to blink. I felt like I ruined the mood by mentioning the conversation I had with my father. But then I was confused about what to feel because he just said that I should never downplay anything.
Regardless, I hated the back steps we took and I wanted him back in tuned with me. The song changed to “For Us” by DVSN. Handing him a new cup of iced tea I descended to my knees and felt royal with his onyx eyes glued to my every move.
By the time we reached the second verse my throat had relaxed and his eyes had darkened. He tasted sweeter than any chocolate bar. He felt heavy in my hands and sweeter than any piece of fruit. I sucked Amell like my life depended on it. His balls received the bath they deserved. My hands twisted and stroked. My tongue licked, jaws sucked in, and I hummed. Hummed him to the verge of release before he yanked my head back by hair.
“My seeds go in your pussy, not your mouth.” His breathing had become rough and heavy like his heavy hardened dick sitting at the base of my lips.
“But Amell, your vitamins do my body good.” Lips pouted out, I whined. His eyes darken and became more dilated. He gave no other words, so I finished him.
Gripped him by the base and made sure his mushroom head tapped danced on my tonsils. His moans and groans cheered me on. My slob coated his shaft, my hands, and dripped down the side of my mouth. He loved when I got nasty. When I got sloppy.
“Fuck, Gazelle.” He strained with a fist full of my hair in his hands. Those eyes not once leaving me.
I wanted him to always remember the ecstasy I brought him. Wanted him to remember that it was me he loved. That it was me who had his back. That it was me that he didn’t have to hide and be afraid from.
Amell
“Please don’t be mad at me, Amell. I should’ve listened to you.” She whispered in the phone. I heard shuffling and banging in the background. “If you don’t come for me please come for JD. I love my son,” she cried. “I want him to grow up respecting women and not thinking that what his father does to me is okay. I don’t want him to grow up thinking that I’m weak.” Her cries turned into chilling screams.
“He got in the house.” She was scared. Terrifyingly scared. “Amell, please help me.” She sobbed. “Please, help me…” The banging stopped and her screams grew louder.
“Bitch, what the fuck I told you? Huh?”
“Jeremy, please stop. Your son is in the other room. Please don’t do this.” She screamed and begged him to stop beating her. His fists and words were sledgehammers to my chest. Then, quiet.