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Ku Story by Timie Roberts

It was unlike Danielle to leave without telling me. Even when she used to spend the night at my apartment and head to work in the morning from there, she would always give me a kiss before she left.

I couldn’t understand why she would leave without letting me know. I continued to look for my keys.

I looked for my keys in the bedside drawer to see if I might have left them there.

Empty.

“Where did she go?”

I asked myself as I reached for my phone and dialed her number. No answer.

I began to think of the possibilities. Maybe she left because she saw the missed calls from Ms Annette and thought it was another woman. I couldn’t conclude on what I thought the issue was.

I looked up at the clock and it was almost time to check out. I hurriedly packed my things which had been carefully sitting at the corner of the room like they always did. I opened the closet and pulled out my blazer from the night before and began to put it on when I realized my key had been in there the whole time.

I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror on the closet door as it slid to a close.

“Christian, you’re so stupid.”

I said to myself. I picked up my bag and headed out the door.

Shortly after, I was sitting in my car. I looked at my phone and tried Danielle again. There was still no answer. I started the car and drove out the hotel’s parking lot and headed towards my house.

 

I began to think about Ms Annette and for some reason even with all the missed calls; I didn’t want to call her back just yet. I felt it in my spirit that something was wrong and it was a case of avoiding the words of sadness so they did not come into existence.

I spent the majority of that afternoon running errands and I was leaving the post office after dropping a package I was mailing out when my phone buzzed. It was Ms. Annette.

I cleared my throat and answered the call,

“Hey, Ms Annette. How are you?”

I tried to act natural.

She replied in a very soft voice

“Why haven’t you called me back Christian, I needed to talk to you”

“What’s the matter? Is everything okay?”

I asked.

“No, it’s not. I met with the doctor yesterday and they told me that I have stage 4 liver cancer. And it’s aggressive. I probably have a couple more weeks left.”

I covered my mouth in disbelief. I began to shake; I could not believe the things that she was saying to me.

“how could this happen to her?”

I thought. This woman had a beautiful soul. She was the kindest to everyone she met and didn’t deserve to be treated as such. She deserved life and happiness. This was not fair. Life was not being fair.

I asked her,

“Isn’t there anything they can do to stop it? A transplant or something?”

She replied,

“It’s in-operable. The doctor said I have two good weeks and that’s about it. I promise I wasn’t lying to you when I said there wasn’t anything to worry about. They thought it could be managed the last time we talked about it.”

I sat there in disbelief. Regardless of how our relationship had begun, I had grown to deeply care about Ms Annette and become fond of her. To hear her deliver news that she was dying was crushing to hear. I tried to compose myself and said,

“Can I please come and say goodbye at least?”

She paused for a second as it sounded like she fought back tears and she replied,

“No Christian. I want to walk this one alone. My kids will be here within the next few days. It’ll be a family affair. I’ll definitely be in touch soon though”

I said a solemn goodbye as I turned off the phone and began to wonder what had happened. I felt a part of me begin to wither away. I began to feel empty.

Weak.

I tried to fight back the tears in my eyes but I was failing and I just knew that I was going to be sad for the longest time.

Ms Annette was important to me. As weird as this might sound due to how our relationship was outlined, she was like a mother to me. Always worrying about me and making sure that I was okay. She was always looking for the best way to be there for me and here she was delivering news of her imminent passing to my hearing. I placed my head on the steering wheel as the tears streamed down. This was a huge loss for me.

I was weeping profusely without a care about how I was presenting and then my phone began to buzz in my lap. I immediately thought it was Ms Annette calling back. I picked up the phone and turned it around. It was Danielle.

I wiped my face and stopped sniffling. I answered the phone, sliding my wet index finger over the screen. I heard her moving around on the other end and in a panicky voice, she said,

 

“Christian! James is not giving me Dylan. I have been here talking to him for the past hour and he is saying he won’t allow me to see my son. Why is he doing this to me?!”

 

I sat up and straightened myself as I responded inquiring about her safety first.

 

“Where are you babe? Are you safe?”

 “Yes I am. I’m at the Home Depot parking lot on Fruitvale.”

She replied. I knew where that was. She was not that far away from where I was. I began to think of going down there to confront him but I knew how much I hated the man. It would have been a deadly day.

“Where is he?”

I asked her.

“He’s outside the car yelling like a crazy person. I locked myself in.”

I asked her to leave immediately and we would handle it later. She was upset because she thought I was encouraging her to allow him win again. She yelled back,

“No! He always gets his way. He has been oppressing me for years. It is not fair. I do not deserve this! You know what? NEVER MIND!”

The phone clicked. She hung up.

I looked at the phone in disbelief. I suddenly felt this rush of anger course through my veins.

I started the car and headed for the freeway. I was going to James’ house. He was not having this one.

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 The wind slapped my ears as I hit 80 miles per hour on the freeway. I was angry.

In hindsight, I should have probably thought my plan through but in that moment, all I could think of was Danielle and how I needed to fight for her. The news about Ms Annette’s condition might have actually contributed to my irrational behavior that day. I just wanted to give her life and give her something to smile about.

I arrived at James’ house about 35 minutes later. I pulled into the driveway and for a brief moment considered backing out but then I remembered the pain he continued to cause Danielle and I loved her. I could not sit and see her feel that anymore.

I hopped out the car and headed for the door. I knocked and waited. James’ mother opened the door. I walked right past her, letting myself in as I said,

“Where is Dylan?”

I walked into the living room looking for him. She was shocked. I was sure she knew who I was but not expecting me to be there or storm into her house. I stopped between the living and dining room as I turned to her and asked again,

“Where is Dylan!”

This time around my voice was louder and you could feel the anger and hate for them in my voice. She motioned at me to keep my voice down,

“He’s asleep. Keep your voice down”

I figured he must have been upstairs. I bolted up the stairs and peered into the rooms. The second room I checked had a fan blowing and Dylan tucked away in the middle of the bed. Asleep.

I carried him gently and headed down the stairs. She was standing at the foot of the stairs with her phone to her ear.

I asked her for the car seat and noticed it by the front door. I grabbed it.

She looked at me pausing from her phone call and said, 

“Where are you taking him? Why are you doing this?”

She returned back to her phone call as she stood in the driveway and gave a description of the mood and myself to the person on the phone.  I placed a sleeping Dylan into the car seat and clicked his seatbelt in. I got into the driver’s seat, took one glance into the rearview mirror catching a view of Dylan and James’ mother and then I drove off.

I was making my way back on the freeway as night began to own the city. Heading for Danielle’s house with a sleeping young child in the back seat, I was driving carefully. I began to think about what had just happened. There was no bit of fear in my heart. All I felt was love. I truly loved Danielle and Dylan and this was my fight towards what I ultimately wanted to be a family. I guess I was wrong.

I was in the process of switching lanes when I looked up at the electric sign on the freeway. It had my plates on it!

My license plate number was on the citywide sign with a child abduction message with it. I was about to lose my mind. What?!

I realized that James’ family must have called the police and reported me taking him away as abduction. I realized then that it was bad.

I kept my cool and tried not to wake Dylan up. I was about 3 miles away from my exit when I noticed a police car go off behind me. The lights went first and then I heard them telling me to pull over. There was no shoulder due to the construction work. I pulled off the next exit and parked the car.

I began to panic a bit. I was not sure how things would go. You just never know in those situations. I was truly not trying to get shot.

I looked into the back seat and Dylan was still sound asleep. I somehow felt like God just touched him to ensure he “saw no evil”.

I emerged from the car and the officer asked me to get down on my knees and place my hands on my head. I slowly obliged ensuring I followed their direction. My knees felt the cold of the street as they touched the earth. I was staring into the light as the officer came towards me and put the hand cuffs on me and he began leading me towards the cop car. I didn’t argue or say a word as he read my rights to me. I watched them pull Dylan out of the car in his car seat and he was checked out by the EMT’s that just arrived.

I sat there quietly in the car as they drove downtown. Everything became clear now. I had been blinded by my love for Danielle. I didn’t notice how blurred my outlook was as I practically “kidnapped” her son even though I did it for her. The ride downtown was short. A few hours later, I was in my different clothes and about to spend the night in the holding cell. All I could think was “What The Heck Man”

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 “What were you thinking?!”

“I mean I know what you were thinking but come on Christian, that was dangerous and you had Dylan with you! What if he had gotten hurt?!”

I dropped my head as Danielle rained on me. She was so upset and concerned.

I had been locked up for over 48hrs. I was under psychiatric observation for the first twenty four hours and I just continued to think about what I was going through the rest of the time. I did not regret what I did but I just knew I maybe could have handled it differently.

I looked up at her. I knew she was concerned about my well being without saying it. I said,

“Danielle, stop looking at me like that. I’m fine. It will all be sorted soon”

She snapped back with worry.

“And what should I do till then?

I don’t like you in here!”

I reached across the table and took her hands into mine. The officer blurted out,

“No touching!”

I pulled my hands back and forced a smile. I missed her. I missed her touch. Her perfume reminded me of hugging her. I just wanted to hold her again. I asked her to listen closely to what I was about say.

“Danielle, I need you to go to 401 Attica Blvd. Apartment 1001. Go through the back and up the stairs. Press the door buzzer and knock twice.”

She looked at me puzzled like I was sending her to an undercover drug ring. I continued,

“Just listen. After you knock, wait. It might be quiet but I need you to turn to the right in front of the door and look up. Hold up my school id card that you’ll find on my cabinet in my room up to the little camera in the corner”

She looked even more confused now. I tried to explain to her why I was sending her there. She asked,

“who am I going to meet there?”

 “A really good friend who enjoys her privacy. She’ll give you all the money you need and then I need you to go to my bank and deposit it into my account. You still have my account information, right?”

Danielle’s eyes grew big. This was not small change we were talking about. My bail had been set at a hundred thousand dollars. Her brain was trying to figure out what I was involved in to have that kind of money. My bail was that high because I was charged with kidnapping and endangering a minor and possession of marijuana of an illegal quantity. The weed wasn’t mine and I was sure it was planted in my trunk by James’ people.

I had told my lawyer but he told me that the drugs were the least of my worries. I somehow had to fight the kidnapping charge and even if I was released, it would be on an ankle monitor.

Danielle leaned in and lowered her voice as she said,

“Is this money from the drugs they said they found in your car? Are you selling drugs Christian?”

I leaned in and shook my head. I responded,

“No I’m not. It is from money I have saved off from other businesses that I just didn’t want to disclose to the government for tax purposes. It is legitimate.”

I didn’t think she was buying it. She asked again,

“So how come you never told me about this friend and the money from this “venture””

I knew my visiting time with her was running down. I told her,

“I’ll explain better when I get out. Just go to her first. Her name is Rosie.”

Danielle looked confused but settled with knowing she would get answers once I got out. She left and I was led back into my cell. I couldn’t wait to be out.

I sat on my bed; the bottom one of the bunk bed. I looked outside my cell which had a ray of light coming through the window outside the bars. I had hope but something worried me.

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 “Everything?!!”

I yelled out in shock as I stood up in the visiting room. My lawyer and Danielle looked on. My lawyer asked me to sit down and began talking,

“Danielle came to get me. I went there myself. I’m sorry Christian. She’s gone. The whole place was empty”

I sat down and began to sob as I shook my head. This was not happening. No! No! No!!!

Danielle looked sad like she was about to start crying for me. I knew she was scared too. I tried to pull it together.

Apparently when Danielle had arrived at Rosie’s place, she was gone and of course all the money was gone. Over the years I had been spending time with Ms Annette and her friends, I had saved north of three hundred thousand dollars with Rosie and now all of it was gone?!

There was no way. I just wanted to die. All my hope seemed to be gone right there. I wanted to jump off a cliff or something. I suddenly began to feel the walls closing in on me tighter. In a flash, my whole life turned around and my future seemed blurry and bleak. I wasn’t sure I was ever going to see the light.

I had my head in my hands before I raised them up.

“They got to her”

I said.

My lawyer looked at me and said,

“Who got to her?”

I wiped my tears, sniffed in and said,

“James and his family. Rosie would never leave me like that.”

My lawyer trying to look at all the angles said,

“How can you be so sure? People panic in situations like that. She might have heard about you being detained and felt she needed to run”

I looked at him and told him it was impossible. I was basically the one that paid for the naturalization process of Rosie and her two kids. She never paid me back because I did it out of the kindness of my heart and I was searching for purpose in my life. I strongly felt that she must have been forced to leave by someone in the police force that James’ parents had in their pocket. She would just never run like that. She had seen way too much in her line of work to run from something like this. I began to get consumed with anger again.

Danielle noticed and said,

“Christian, I understand you’re upset right now but we need to start thinking about solutions and not dwelling on the past. What can we do? Are there any other options?”

I looked at her and said,

“Yes, there is another option but it might be really hard.”

She asked me

“What is it?”

 I looked over to my lawyer and said,

“David, can you please excuse us?”

 He began to pack his papers as he said,

 “Sure. I’ll be in touch. I’ll let you know if any new information comes up.”

 I shook his hand as he walked. I waited till the door closed behind him before sitting down and talking to Danielle

I started by saying,

“This is not entirely what it looks like but I need you to contact Ms Annette. She’s the only option I have left.”

Danielle sat up straight in her seat, she looked me square in the eye and said,

“How so? The same Ms Annette that kept blowing up your phone”

Her saying that startled me. I tried to regroup myself while I thought “how did she know about her?”

She saw the surprise in my eyes as she said,

“Yes, I know about her. She was blowing up your phone that morning at the hotel while I was trying to look for your keys. I eventually answered but the person on the other side didn’t say anything.

Who is she Christian?”

For a split second I wanted to lie. At this point she didn’t know what had gone on between Ms Annette and I could keep it that way but in that moment I realized that the number of allies I had were few. I could not lose Danielle to another lie. Rosie was gone, Ms Annette dying and I could not let Danielle turn on me. At that point I would then be truly alone.

I bowed my head and then I said,

“She and I had a thing a long long time ago.”

“A sexual thing?”

She asked with a look of disgust written all over her face.

I kept my head bowed and nodded. She asked,

“Are you serious? Hold old is she?”

“Older than I am for sure but that’s it.”

I replied.

Danielle scoffed and leaned back. I glanced up and I could see that the worry, concern and care that she had for me earlier was gone and now replaced with betrayal and anger.

“Have you been sleeping with her for money?

 Is that why you think she’ll put up a hundred grand to bail you out?”

She accused me. I sat up and put my finger up as I explained myself,

“I never said I was sleeping with her. We had sex once! Years ago! Long before you and I became a thing. She took care of me and was there for me when no one else was. Every single time I have seen her since then, it has just been for companionship. She has no one and like me, I had no one. We were there for each other. I would go down to LA and spend time with her. No sex involved.

Danielle, I’m sorry I never told you. But it was before I met you and there was nothing to tell.”

She was heated now.

“Nothing to tell! You are my boyfriend and you’re providing companionship to another woman for money!. Is she the other business you were talking about?

Wait, are there other women too?

Christian, you’re a fucking prostitute!”

The guard turned around and looked at us. I told her to keep her voice down. I said,

“No, I haven’t been with anyone since we became official. I swear on my dead mother’s grave.”

She wasn’t having it. She looked at me and said,

“You’re a liar! So that last time you went to LA, you went to be with her?

Wow. I cannot believe this. I trusted you.

How am I supposed to know you didn’t sleep with her? I hate you Christian. I truly hate you.

After all the hurt James put me through. You do this to me and my son! Did you even think about my son? Did you even think about Dylan?!

And to think I wanted us to be a family. You are never going to come near us again”

She began to get up to leave. I tried to reach and hold her, she moved her hand away.

“I’m not going to see your sugar mummy. I won’t. I will only contact her out of not wanting you to rot in here but don’t get it twisted, stay away from my son and I. We are done!”

She turned and headed for the door.

I could feel my heart sink to my stomach as she walked away. There was something about Danielle leaving me. Whenever she got angry and stormed out the place; I could feel a part of me die away. It just felt like losing my mother all over again. I watched her walk through the second set of bulletproof doors without turning back once. The Danielle I knew was probably in tears at that point but too stubborn to actually turn around or admit, especially when she felt wrong. I was resigned to losing her. I just saw no way back and who was I to blame her?

On some level I feel like I deserved it. She didn’t deserve this hurt and no matter how I tried to not hurt her, I seemed to always bring tears to her eyes. We all needed to be a united front and she needed me on her side as she braced herself for the newest round of battles to gain custody of Dylan from James. She didn’t need this. She definitely didn’t.

I was all alone in the visiting room as the guard returned to get me. I placed my head down on the metal table. The cold in the metal stung my cheeks. I looked up at the fluorescent light as it barely lit the room.

My future was bleak, everything seemed cloudy and a woman that was for all I knew dead, was now my only hope of living.

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African Princess by Korede Bello

 The morning was quiet. Just how I liked it.

I could hear the bustle around me as I continued to drift in between sleeping and waking up. You know that state you get into where you can feel yourself awake but you’re still asleep. Something like hearing yourself snoring loudly but still in the clouds.

The thread counts in her sheets were amazing. I actually didn’t want to leave the bed. I had barely gotten any sleep the night before and I just wanted to lie there all day. I could feel my thighs hurting as I wiggled my toes inside my socks. I didn’t want to open my eyes because I knew that it would be near impossible to go back to sleep.

I turned over under the sheets now edging closer towards full awareness of my surroundings. I could feel myself stuck in a line towards consciousness like a rapidly moving line at the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) but you didn’t have all your documents yet because your dad was bringing them from the car.

I finally gave in as I kicked out in frustration and opened up. I could hear her at the door getting the food from the maid. She walked towards me with the tray of food that had two pancakes, four apple sausage links, scrambled eggs, home fries and a glass of orange juice. She had a smile on her face as she said

“you didn’t want to wake up huh?

I hope I didn’t wake you up”

I shook my head as I slowly began to smile. She knew how to take care of me and make me feel at home and loved. I just wanted to reach over and hug her. She placed the tray on my lap as I straightened up to eat. She placed a kiss on my cheeks and walked away to sit by her dresser at the foot of the bed. She sat in front of the mirror and began to tidy things on the dresser while I ate.

I asked her,

“So what do you want to do today”

as I munched down on my home fries.

She didn’t turn around as she began speaking, just looking at me through the mirror.

“Not much actually, I’m expecting my doctor later this afternoon at about 2 and that’s it.”

I looked up with a concerned look and swallowed the last bit of food in my mouth before responding to her. I said,

“Doctor?”

in a prompting tone subtly demanding more information from her.

She smiled and turned around. Now facing me, she said,

“Don’t worry it’s just the personal doctor coming to do my usual check up and blood work.”

I looked at her still not sure whether to believe her or not. I asked,

“are you sure?”

she maintained her smile and nodded. I had to trust her but I closed off by making her promise to tell me if anything was wrong. She agreed.

I looked up at the clock and it was about 11am. I didn’t have that much time left before I had to get back home.

“Well, I guess we should both start getting ready then?”

She agreed and said,

“Whenever you’re ready the driver will drop you off at the airport and I already took care of the money situation in your bag”

I thanked her as I came up behind her and gave her a hug and a kiss. I headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood in front of the mirror and right then, I almost began to judge myself but I shook the thought out of my head. I bent down to feel the water filling the tub; it was at the temperature I wanted. I stepped into the tub and pulled the shower lever. The first few drops of water that sprayed out were cold and then it warmed up. It was a long soothing shower and my brain wandered.

I came out and walked into the bedroom with a towel around my waist. Ms Annette scanned me from top to bottom from the sofa she was sitting on in the corner of the room and said,

“Have you been working out?”

I figured she was just trying to flatter me but I was willing to play along. I looked down at my naked chest and responded

“A lil bit. Is it showing?”

She smiled and motioned me towards her.

I pulled my briefs and then pants on as she commented on how long my legs were. I was about to put a shirt on when she asked me not to. I beamed as I walked over and sat next to her. She pulled out the UnGame and asked that we play it together to know each other. You picked a card with a question that you asked the other person. It was actually pretty fun and we played it till it was time for me to head to the airport. I was sad to leave as I almost always was but she hugged me and asked me,

“Can you come next weekend too?”

I immediately shook my head and said

“Remember I have the…”

“Oh, you’re taking your girl friend out. Never mind. How about the weekend after?”

I nodded and said,

“Than can be arranged.”

She reminded me to just text her assistant to finalize the arrangements as I sat down in the back of her SUV. The driver barely talked during the drive to the airport. I pulled out my phone and texted Sofia, who was still upset with me for not spending the night over the last time, to ask if she was still picking me up from the airport.

And then I started to wonder how I got to that point. How did I become this guy?

I asked that question as I looked at the $100 dollar bills in my bag sitting next to me. Something about it felt right but extremely wrong at the same time.

It was going to be a full hour drive from the house to the airport and that sleep I hadn’t caught up on was now catching up to me. I knocked my head back as I began to think about how I even got to know her.

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 It was my fifth year in college. I was looking for a job to pay for my schooling that year as I was not offered financial aid. I was taking a fifth year because I had been pretty poor in my third year around the time my mother was diagnosed with Stage 4 ovarian cancer.

I was all out of sorts and I basically failed that year. That year was very difficult. That was the same year disaster hit my native Haiti and my mother passed. It took a lot of soul searching and putting things into perspective but I bounced back and came back stronger after everything.

I was offered a job as a server for a catering company and my first job was the memorial and anniversary of Ms. Annette’s husbands passing. There was a clinic that was being named after him by the city as part of the anniversary of his passing. He was pretty involved in the community. I was assigned to serve the high table where Ms. Annette was sitting next to the some senators and the commissioner.

I was extremely nervous and I was messing up the orders. It was my first gig!

I was coming up to her table and I noticed her get up. This woman had a body on her. Still in her early forties, she maintained a healthy diet and worked out regularly from yoga to 6 mile hikes on Saturdays.

I didn’t realize that she saw the expression on my face as I noticed her getting up. Her ass caused me to accidentally say something. She noticed it but didn’t say anything. As the party wrapped up, I was placing the last of the desserts on the table when she slid a paper with her confidential number on it and asked that I called her. I obviously could not turn her down. I was even more worried but she was mad cool. And the rest of it they say is history.

I single handedly paid my way through school and got my Master’s with her financial support. She basically took me on and helped me as I helped her out.

I heard my name,

“Mr Cristian… Mr Cristian…” 

I lifted my head and looked outside the window. I was in front of the airport.

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The week breezed by pretty quickly. Friday night came quickly and I arrived to pick up Danielle. I was actually the one late this time. She was a bit upset but I joked about it and apologized.

We headed into the city; the plan was to get a light dinner and then head to this club opening. Dinner was relatively chill as we caught up on each other’s week. She asked for my help battling a paper that she was working on for school with the outrageous amount of reading she had to do. I felt for her and agreed to help. We left dinner at Culinary Dropout a food truck turned restaurant and headed for the club with me driving.

I pulled up the club and noticed there was no line. I pulled over to the side and went on my phone to get more information. I realized while doing so that Danielle with her perfect eye sight had noticed that I got the opening days wrong and it was actually opening the following weekend. I was irritated but we decided to find another place. The next place we went to was completely packed and then a fight broke out.

Trying to salvage the night, we decided to head to a strip club. When we arrived, I noticed a lot of the men staring at Danielle’s ass. I thought it was flattering that she had the ass of a stripper but she felt insulted like they thought less of her.

I wanted to sit at the back of the viewing area at the strip club but Danielle wanted us to sit up close and took us all the way to the front!

I had been to strip clubs before and I knew they were going to pick on us eventually and I was right. Only a few minutes after sitting down, the stripper climbed down the pole and headed for me. She pulled me onto the platform and then pulled Danielle after. Twerking all over both of us, I couldn’t stop laughing trying to hide how horrified I was. She let us go a few minutes later.

I sat back in my seat and wondered what else the night had for us.

We left there shortly after spraying all our dollar bills.

We were driving back and she thought I would be taking her back to my place as she held my hand and said,

“I had a great time tonight baby”

I smiled and told her she was welcome. I asked her what she wanted to eat and while she was trying to decide, I kept on driving. I drove past the exit to my place and she didn’t even notice till I was in front of the place where she wanted to eat. We pulled into the drive thru and ordered our food. She was very particular about her choice of sauce and fries. Minutes later we received our order, I was eager to drive off and then she realized that she didn’t have the fries she paid for in her order.

I stress how particular she was about her food and her fries, so we had to go back and get them again. Waiting in front of the restaurant for them to bring out our food, it took about twenty minutes where I just sat there frustrated and wondering why I could not get this woman to budge on her eating choices since I met her.

We finally headed out of the parking lot and I started driving towards the hotel. I pulled into the hotel parking lot a few minutes later and she smiled at me. The surprise was finally out and she was smiling as she stuffed her last few fries in her mouth.

There was a young white lady with two big African American men also checking in. I joked that she was a pornstar with these huge men about to do things to her all night. Danielle smacked me hard on my shoulder and said she would be my private porn star as we laughed and walked into the hotel. We took the elevator where I stood next to her. She began smiling and I asked her why. She replied that she knew how I felt about elevators and was worried I would devour her there. I told her I had bigger plans for her only if she would come to the throne as we walked out of the elevator.

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Arriving at the door, her beautiful smile got bigger and bigger. She couldn’t stop beaming now. It was like she was getting a pair of her favorite shoes hand delivered to her. She just looked so happy.

She walked into the candle lit room with slow instrumentals playing in the background. Everything was set up before she arrived. She turned and said,

“when did you set all this up?”

I smiled back with that cocky “I do this” smile. I told her not to worry about that. She knew how into details I was and making her feel special was all that mattered. I walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine while she sat down on the bed still smiling hard and repeatedly scanning the room. I poured out the wine into glasses as I handed hers to her. I walked to the bathroom and turned the bath on filling it with bubbles so she could soak in it. I stopped by the sink and washed the strawberries and then I headed to the refrigerator again to pull out a small bowl with melted chocolate in it. I had bought two bags of her favorite kind of chocolate Reese’s Peanut butter cups and melted them into the bowl.

She didn’t fancy any other kinds of chocolate covered whatever, so I decided to make it a point to use her favorite. I placed the bowl and the strawberries next to each other. She was tired of waiting and pulled me in by my belt from behind and wanted to start kissing me. She got the first few kisses in before I pulled away and asked her to be patient. I went back to the tub to make sure that the water was just right. It was, so I turned it off.

When I returned to the room, I noticed that she was on her phone. I jokingly said,

“no phones allowed here ma’am”

referring to our night at the strip club. She looked up and her smile wasn’t as bright. She said,

“I have to check on Dylan at my mom’s”

I nodded. It made sense. She had been out all night and had barely checked in because he was at her mother’s house. At least he was supposed to get dropped off there.

I kissed her on her forehead and said,

“you check on Dylan while I make this phone call”

I stepped outside the room into the hallway and called Ms. Annette. There was no response. She had called me twice during the night on my personal phone and not the “work” number I had given her. I was slightly worried. Miss Annette always answered my calls. And she never got back to me regarding her visit with her doctor. Was something badly wrong?

I turned to head back into the hotel room and realized I had failed to grab the key. I knocked gently on the door and Danielle walked up to open. She opened the door and immediately turned around. She walked back to the bed and sad down with her head down, visibly upset. I walked up to her and sat down next to her.

“What’s wrong baby?”

her head dropped even further. I was confused. With this romantic setting I had laid out for her, something was going to ruin it? I couldn’t take that. I asked again,

“talk to me baby. What happened? Everything okay with Dylan”

she shook her head and you could feel the sadness in her voice as she said,

“No. James didn’t bring him to my mom’s house. She said that he told her he wasn’t going to bring him”

I wrapped my hands around her and didn’t say a word. Sometimes that’s the best you can do for the people you love. She still had her head down and then she started talking.

“I’m just tired. I’ve been dealing with this with him for 5 years. He bullies me and uses my son to punish me because he has custody. I haven’t even done anything to him. Why does he hate me so much? I’m just tired. I’m tired.”

I said nothing, just gently rubbing her back and holding her close. I knew if I said anything, she could easily begin to cry and I did not want that. And then she began to personalize the trauma she faced with her son’s father James, on me and our relationship.

She abruptly tried to get up and start packing her stuff to leave saying,

“I can’t do this Cristian, I’m sorry but I can’t put my heart on the line again. It will be a deadly day if it gets broken. I just can’t. Men just seem to want to break me always and I don’t deserve this. I can’t do this. I can’t”

she was in the motion of getting up when I threw my hands around her and pulled her close. I stood up with my left hand brushing down her hair and my right hand firmly around her waist preventing her from leaving. I loved this woman and I wasn’t trying to hurt her.

 

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“I’m not him. And baby, I’m not saying I won’t hurt you in some way but it will never be intentional and I will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t go through what you went through before again. I can promise you that”

her head was tucked between my biceps as she stayed silent sobbing quietly. Now any man that tells you he won’t hurt you is a liar. We almost end up finding a way to but it’s somewhat easier when it’s not intentional and you have a man striving daily to be everything and more for you. I gently stepped back from her and I made eye contact and said

“Will you let me love you like no one ever has baby?”

she looked into my eyes and gently nodded.

She stepped forward and kissed me on my lips and then she stepped back and said

“take my clothes off”

I quietly obeyed as I stepped up and turned her around slowly and I began to pull the zipper on her dress downwards and my lips kissed from the back of her nappy edges behind her head down her back. With every inch I pulled down, I placed a kiss to mark my presence. The dress was now sitting on her waist as I unlatched her bra and it dropped to the floor. I got in front of her and kissed her collarbone down the middle of her chest between her breasts. I kissed her lips as she pulled her panties and the dress down to her ankles. I turned her sideways and lifted her up like a bride. I headed for the bathroom and I carefully placed her in the soapy tub filled with water. I walked back and grabbed the strawberries, chocolate and our glasses of wine. I joined her in the tub and we looked at each other for a minute. I knew she loved me but she was scared, hurt and uncertain about the future. I was confident she knew how much I loved her and I hoped she’d love me enough to finally figure it all out.

I fed her one strawberry covered in chocolate after the other. She absolutely loved it and asked me,

“Are those Reese’s?“

I nodded. She smiled and placed one covered with chocolate halfway in my mouth and came forward. Straddling me, she lowered her lips on to mine, prompting me to bite the strawberry out of her mouth. I reached up and bit the strawberry out of her mouth and I was about to close my mouth when I felt her tongue invade my mouth.

I was startled and I thought to myself, it was either the alcohol was kicking in or she was about to show me something bad. She began sucking on my bottom lip hard. I kissed her right back. We stayed in the shower kissing and holding on to each other before standing to wash off.

 

I walked behind her as she entered the room again. She motioned at me to join her on the bed as she lay on her back. Legs spread apart, it was my call to come and feast. I climbed on the bed and moved in slowly with a piercing look in my eyes. There was no kissing from her ankles or her inner thighs. I went straight for the kill; her lips on my lips. They were warm, wet and smelled like roses from the shower. There was something about wanting to show her that I loved her. Communicating that through our bodies at that moment. I was gentle as I controlled the flicker of my tongue as I worked it from up to down, left to right without losing any areas. It was my plan to cover every inch of her wetness and suck it dry as she continued to drip onto my tongue.

I could feel her legs start to shake as I held them up in the air. I held them up as my tongue stayed afloat and tried not to drown. I could feel her cum on my lips as her breathing dropped and she begged me to stop. I obliged and moved up.

Slowly lowering my waiting member into her, I maintained eye contact they whole way. It was slow. It was sensual. It was connective.

I could feel her heartbeat on my chest as I thrust in and out. I cannot begin to explain how amazing her body felt but there was something about this woman. Her person. Her body. Her smile.

The pace never picked up significantly. It was very slow and controlled. We locked eyes and never let go of each other. Her nails digging into my back as she moaned and held me close. I did not want her to let go and I wasn’t planning on letting her go either. I was hoping that no matter what life threw at me or at us, we would stay strong. I thought about all our struggles and fears as I imagined our wedding day speech and how it would be a great day as we stood together stronger from all our trials.

I looked into her eyes as I maintained my thrusting motion and said,

“Danielle, I love you”

She responded with a soft

“I love you too Cristian”

I would reach my climax shortly after, her voice had that effect on me. I lay next to her naked as she placed her head on my chest. We said nothing to each other. I think all that had to be shared had been conveyed without many words.

I had my right hand running around her back and I began to wander into my thoughts.

Did I truly believe that I could love this woman like she needed me to?

She had been through so much.

 

James’ family had put her through hell since she got pregnant for him 6years ago and decided to keep the baby. They claimed she was trying to hurt the political campaign of his father who was running for State Controller that year. And since the birth of Dylan, when James got full custody, he has made her life hell.

At the time of Dylan’s birth, she tested positive for Meth, which happened to be James’ preferred drug choice at the time. He had gotten her on to it but she was the one punished for it. His family pushed for full custody claiming she was unable to raise the child safely. She was awarded some visitation hours at her house.

Since then it had been one battle or another with James from her visitation hours to him choosing to not bring Dylan to her sometimes. It was taking its toll on Danielle who had taken time off school sometime back because it was all too much.

Danielle had at many times tried to get the court to see how James was treating her and award her at least joint custody but her appeals were denied time and time again. It was now starting to get to me too. I couldn’t stand to see the woman I loved hurting.

I looked down at her, her mouth was open and she was snoring away. I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

Yawn.

Sleep came.

 

I woke up slowly the next morning and Danielle wasn’t in the bed. I called out her name. Nothing.

I looked in the bathroom and she was gone. I reached for my phone. I turned it over.

8 missed calls. All from Miss Annette.

I looked on the bedside table for my car keys. They were gone.

 

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