Chapter 29

Chelsea ... I Love You, Too

Three weeks. I was in Orlando living with my bae. My mother thought it was sudden and she was right. However, I couldn’t fight what was happening. There was a difference in how I felt with Christian. I felt like I mattered. I felt like he saw me.

One day I was showing him the decorations in the foyer. I had his mother send me pictures of him, his siblings, and other family members. After he took one look he said, “where are you?”

I was shocked. He kissed my forehead, “Show me again when you get some pictures of us together on these walls.”

That day, I did. I added some pictures of us from the island. He was happy. He said it felt complete.

With Christian, I didn’t have to guess what I was to him. He made it clear. I was his woman and he made sure people understood and respected that.

It was the middle of May. The prom season was in full effect. I was busy. We were at his parent’s house. I had faces to beat. His sister and several of her friends. High glam was the look. It had to coincide with the dresses.

Four pretty girls preparing for a night to remember. These would be stories they’d tell for years to come. I wanted the night to be special and I had to go the fuck off on those faces.

After I beat their faces to the makeup gods, they were dressed and ready to head out with their dates. Of course, pictures were taken. I added some to my Instagram Account.

Before Lili left, she found me, “I’m happy that you and my brother are together.”

“Awe shucks,” I said as I hugged her. I had spent a lot of time with her and April. We went shopping, out to eat, went to Universal Studios, and a couple of local concerts.

“I always wanted a big sister.”

“You have you, Leslie,” I mentioned referring to her oldest brother’s soon-to-be wife.

She sucked her teeth, “Come on sis, you know what I’m talking about. Someone that I can relate to.”

I nodded, “Yeah.” I touched her chin, “You look amazing and don’t do anything rash and if you do ... please, please, please use protection.”

She chuckled, “How old were you?”

“I waited until I was twenty.”

“Damn, you waited that long.”

“I did. It wasn’t hard. I was just focused on finishing school and building my career. But then I met a person whom I thought was the one. It turned out he wasn’t”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not really. I’ve learned to take each experience as a lesson. It’s not about feeling sorry for yourself it’s about moving past the pain and finding a better way.”

“You have that with my brother. I can’t wait until y’all make me some lil nieces and nephews.”

We shared a laugh, “Okay, go and have fun chica.”

After a night of listening to teen-aged girls squeal and chatter, it was time to relax in the garden tub with bae and several glasses of wine. The music played as we sat submerged in bubbles, and scented candles glowed.

“So, what are you thinking?” he asked. He referred to the proposition of me moving in with him. Staying in Orlando. He had found a nice office space where I could set up shop. I could do facials, makeup, eyelashes, and eyebrows. I could do me how I wanted to.

“I’m thinking I should say, yes.”

“Then say yes.”

“People will think we’re crazy. This is happening fast.”

“Yeah. It is. But everything about this feels right. I want you here.”

I turned to him and smiled, “Okay. Yes.”

“Si, mamita?”

“Si, papi.”

I stood and left the tub. He followed me. Right there while our bodies were drenched, I went to the floor and took all of him into my mouth. He got to enjoy my lips on his shaft until he damn near popped. His knees buckled, “Fuck, mami.”

He helped me to my feet, “I want to taste you.”

We went to the bedroom. There, I sat on his face and rode his tongue until honey dripped on his lips. I eased down and looked into his beautiful eyes, “I love you.”

His face lit up, “That’s beautiful. I love you too.”

I was on his stiff cock riding him nice and slow as he held my ass. We cussed and panted until we climaxed simultaneously.