Chapter 10

“I love how brightly your hair shines under the light of the sun,” he confessed to her. The sound of a child’s laughter surrounded them as they lay on a blanket in the park.

She turned to him, “I almost forgot that you were such a romantic.”

He eased closer, pressed his lips to hers, and they kissed joyously rolling one on top of the other as the moments went by. His hand eased up her thigh. He felt the warmth of her flesh. “Papa, papa,” Amy’s voice sounded as she ran up to them.

They quickly adjusted themselves to accommodate her on the blanket as she squeezed between them. She took her cell phone and took a picture of them. One picture after the other, some silly faces, some big smiles, and others more serious.

Amy stood to her feet, “I’m ready for lunch now. Can we get fish and chips?”

“Sure princess, you can have whatever you want,” he responded as he sat up.

Emily’s face glowed, “You spoil her.”

“Of course, I always spoil my favorite girls.” He stood and reached for her hand. She stood and wrapped her arms around him, “have you ever thought about becoming a city girl?”

She chuckled and later saw the serious look on his face, “I don’t know. I love my simple life but if I had to live a fast life with the man I love, I suppose I could consider it.”

They gathered their things, left the park, and stopped at a local spot for lunch. As they sat eating, they enjoyed the compliments they received on how beautiful their family was. Amy had her phone out watching TikTok videos. There was a lovely voice singing a tune to which Amy sang along.

Nigel’s ears perked up, he remembered the sound and quality of the voice, and he looked at Amy’s phone. He watched the video of Sky singing. Emily saw the look on his face, “Is it Sky?” she asked.

He cleared his throat. She touched his hand, “You said yourself, she looked different. Maybe she’s changed.”

He sighed. Was it worth the risk? He wondered. As he pondered a few more seconds, a shadow appeared by their table. Nigel looked up. He scoffed as he sat back.

He smirked, “Oh, don’t look so happy to see me, Nigel old friend.”

“Saul, to what do I owe this displeasure.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m certain your shabby feelings aren’t hurt.”

“Maybe not but I was hoping that we could discuss a business venture—”

“Ha, ha, ha,” Nigel blurted out as Saul attempted to speak.

Emily stood, “I’ll take Amy to the restroom,” she said as she hurriedly took Amy from the table.

Saul’s face morphed to one of displeasure, “Ya basta!”

Nigel stopped laughing, “There’s no fucking way I’d ever do business with you. You think I don’t know all your little legal problems? Word travels quickly, especially when the news is bad.”

The word on the street was that Saul was using young girls to satisfy himself and some of his friends. The business in London was dried up since he wasn’t able to get stolen parts. The money he had was dried up and he was tired of asking his sister for money.

He had another business in the works but wanted to lean on the expertise of Nigel. He had the idea to try something legal that would drive funds. He consulted with a friend that thought he could attempt a recording business.

“You’ll be sorry,” Saul warned.

“No. I won’t. You are as foolish as you are stupid and as irresponsible as you are reckless.”

Saul turned and walked away. He stepped outside of the restaurant and made a call, “We need to talk ... tonight.”

Her hair flowed down her back in a messy pile of waves. She wore a sheer t-shirt in which her large soft brown areola and nipples could be seen. She smiled at him as he lay in bed with nothing more than a white sheet strewn over his mid-section down to his thighs, “Mi amor, come back to bed,” he insisted as she stood there, he surveyed her face, “what’s the matter?”

She forced a smile, “Nothing,” she replied as she joined him in bed tossing back the sheet revealing his erection which she happily mounted. Her fingers interlocked with both of his as she moved her hips enjoying the length of him.

Every time he tried to flip her over, she remained steady and held his hands. He realized that she was a lot stronger than she appeared, yet if he truly wanted to be rough, he could flip her but why would he? He loved her hungry stroke. He moaned and groaned as she had her way with him. Finally, she shook with her skin moist and tanned red, “Ahhhh,” she moaned as she reached the height of her climax.

He reached up and touched her face, “You’re so beautiful. I think I’m falling in love.”

Her mind flashed to the phone call she had before she stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom and looked at Emilio lying in bed.

Tampa, Florida

The night was crisp. They planned a night with friends. As Nyla sat in the passenger seat in an orange off-the-shoulder dress, she looked at Gio as he drove. He turned to her briefly before refocusing his attention on the road, “What is it, my love?”

“I was wondering if this was just a meeting with Miriam and her fiancé or—”

“It’s just a meeting. Nothing more.”

“Good. As much as I’ve enjoyed our experiences with others. I just want it to be the three of us from here on out.”

Gio smiled, “As you wish, my love.”

When they arrived at the hotel room, they were greeted by Miriam who introduced them to both Akin her new fiancé, and Sean as his friend. Nyla gifted Akin with a box of cigars they had gotten from the Cuban cigar makers in Ybor City.

Akin offered them drinks. Nyla informed them that she was pregnant. So, he made her virgin daiquiris. As he handed her a drink he smiled, “I hear you’re a singer. Have you ever thought about acting?”

She shrugged, “No. I know for certain I can sing but acting—”

“You might be good at it. You never know.”

Gio placed his hand on her waist, “I’m sure if it’s something she becomes interested in ... she’ll give it a try.”

Akin nodded, “Come, bro, let’s let the ladies talk more.” He ushered Gio to another part of the suite, “Miriam told me a little bit about how you and the lovely Nyla came to be—”

“Nyla is my woman and I am her man.”

Akin chuckled as he looked at Sean, “Be cool bro. I was just mentioning that I found it interesting that you just took a man’s wife.”

One side of Gio’s lip curled. He held his glass in hand, “If she was truly his ... then I would not have been able to take her. Besides, I’m not in the business of holding any woman hostage.”

Akin nodded, “I like you Gio. I’m hoping we can be friends. We can have a mutually beneficial relationship.”

As the men continued to talk, Miriam sat next to Nyla on the small leather couch, “All I’m saying is that it didn’t take him long to move on,” said Miriam as he sat with a glass of wine in her hand.

Nyla eyed her through two narrow slits, “Isn’t that what you wanted.”

Miriam paused and smiled, “Sure.” She stood, “Another drink?”

“Sure,” Nyla replied as she handed her the glass.

“Relax, darling, everything is fine,” she reassured him as he sat nude in a chair blindfolded. She ran her fingers through his thick hair. She sat on the arm of the chair with her right hand on his erection.

All he could do is imagine what was happening as her lustful sounds crescendoed in the room, “Ah, ah, fuck, fuck,” her voice sounded.

“She doesn’t want that, Miriam—”

His words were stopped as her nipple entered his mouth. She held his head close, “she’s fine darling, she’s having an amazing time.”

Her legs were opened wide as Akin fed his long veiny rod into her center. Sean lay next to her sucking her left nipple, “You love those big tits, don’t you bro,” said Akin as he drilled her spot. His rod was covered in her nectar, “ah look at that, baby starting to cream for me, fuck, I love this, thanks for letting us borrow your girl.”

“My turn bro,” Sean insisted as he pulled Nyla to his side. The tip split her already drenched center and went deep, “Ahh, yeah,” he moaned and later began to cover her lips with his.

There was an incessant sound of knocking, “Gio, Gio, Giovanni.”

He popped up and looked around the room. The door cracked open, and his sister peered through the slit, “You two must wake up now, almost time to head to the airport.”

He nudged Nyla who was fast asleep. Slowly she sat up, “Fuck, what time is it?”

“Time for us to get up, how did we get home?”

Nyla scratched her head, “I probably drove us. You were pretty wasted.”