Forever Mine Box Set (BWWM, African American, Interracial,and Multicultural) (14 page)

I
arrived home at two am and the house was dark. I checked the nurse’s quarters before I took the elevator upstairs and she wasn’t in. I thought Amanda had another tantrum and sent her home. I hoped she didn’t because she needed someone in case she had an accident. As I entered the foyer the lights came on as I took my keys and phone out of my pocket, and ready to drop my phone in the bowl, I noticed I had several calls.

I called out for Amanda and no answer. I stood worried looking around. Heading for the bedroom hoping she was sleeping, I entered and she wasn’t there. I knew this might signal the end to our life together because if I wasn’t at the birth of our son, she would never forgive me. She was sure to leave me again. I was in deep trouble.

With Alecia on one end threatening me, and Amanda and the baby needing me, there was no excuse for even seeing Alecia. She had cost me so much and she was about to cost me more. I feel at fault for all of this. I couldn’t break the connection with Alecia and Amanda was right.

As I rush out of the house calling for my driver, he drives back and the car is setting in front of the building in a minute. I jump into the limo and head for the hospital. There is urgency in my steps and I’m through the emergency entrance. 

Running down the hall, I see Seth standing holding another man’s hand and peering at the newborn window. When I’m near him, his back is to me. I touch him on the shoulder, and he turns, and seeing me he moves back and his eyes glare at me with an irritated expression.

“What the fuck do you want now?” He asks me. I understood that he could be upset because of our last meeting, so I overlooked his demeanor toward me.

“I want to know where Amanda is and has she had our baby?” He looks at me and rolls his eyes and they shift to his friend and back to me.

“Why should I tell you anything? What kind of man leaves his wife to stay out all night doing...well I can imagine,” he says his eyes raking over me. “She told me about you.” And his eyes waver to his partner and he rolls his eyes again.

“Look Seth, save the drama for later. I probably deserve Amanda’s wrath but not yours. All I want to do is find out about her and my baby. After that you can say whatever it is and think whatever you want about me.”

“Do you see that little man in that incubator?” He points at it.

“The baby that looks no bigger than a kitten?”

“That’s your son. Amanda had the baby premature. She got upset over something and the next thing I know, she’s calling me because she can’t find you. She’s in room 405 down the hall to the right. You have a lot of explaining to do,” he says to me. I take his indignation because I deserve it.

Walking with my heart in my hand, I don’t know what to say to her and I don’t know if she will ever forgive me.

I find Amanda’s room and I enter, she’s lying still and she looks beautiful. When I first saw her, she was lying in a bed crying. She was a girl of ten in strange surroundings, and now she’s my woman and a mother to my child, and I couldn’t love her more.

I walk close to the bed and she turns and looks at me. Her eyes begin to tear and it makes me cry because I couldn’t be with her when she needed me. She looks up at me and in her big brown eyes I see a shade of disappointment, and I don’t know how I can ever make it up to her.

“What do you want Matthew?” She calls me Matthew and I know she’s extremely angry and rightly so.

“I want to be with you. I want to sit here by your side and watch you sleep and see our baby.”

“He can’t come home soon,” she says to me.

“I need to speak to the doctor, where is he?”

“He had a long night, he will be here around ten am,” she says her voice weak. I reach for her hand. She is weak but not too weak to move it away from mine.

“Then I will be here waiting for him.”

“I don’t want you here. Go back where you were.”

“You don’t understand,” I say to her meeting her gaze.

“There’s nothing left for me to understand anymore. You made your choice and it was not me or the baby. He doesn’t even have a name.”

“He does have a name. He’s Matthew Cross the second.” She looks at me. “When we have our girls then you can name them,” I say in my take charge voice.

“There aren’t going to be any more children at least not your children.” I reach for her hand and hold it to my heart. I’m not letting go of it. She relents and I bring it to my mouth and kiss it.

“I know things look bad but how could you doubt my love for you, Amanda?”

“You probably love me, but that didn’t stop you from being with another woman.”

“If you’re talking about Alecia, I can explain.”

“I’m talking about the woman you were with during lunch yesterday. The blond one. And Alecia.”

“Oh she’s the wife of the company I work for.  I was on my way to her home to get her husband to sign some papers. I’m buying the business for our future and the future of my son.”

“You mean you weren’t having sex with her?”

“Where did you hear that? Why would you think...?” I stopped because it became clear to me that Alecia has had a hand in this confusion.

“Alecia made a visit to our home and she said some awful things about you and her.” Amanda had gone through so much, I listen and responded.  I sat on the side of the bed holding her hand, explaining to her about all the misunderstandings, until she fell asleep.

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T
he next morning I woke, my back was stiff and I felt a small hand raking through my hair. When I looked up it was Amanda looking down at me. “If you don’t get some rest you won’t be good for anything. You’re going to have to stay up at night with the baby. That’s the only way I’m going to forgive you.”

“We can get a baby nurse for that,” I said but Amanda wouldn’t hear of it. She insisted that I take time off work and stay home with her. I agreed and because the company was all mine, I could do what she wanted. She thought that she was punishing me for all the bad thoughts that I caused her to have by my neglect, and I was happy to accommodate her.

I took care that Alecia wouldn’t bother us again. I put her on a plane back to New York, gave her money, and told her never to contact me again, and made sure she understood with a threat from my lawyer to seal her fate.

M
atthew brought me home but the baby remained in the hospital for one more week. My doctor wanted to make sure he was fine because he needed to gain weight before he was strong enough to go home. The baby’s room had been decorated for months. Matthew had brought in a decorator to make the room as baby friendly as possible. He made sure nothing could happen to me and the baby and to my disappointment he had hired more staff for our home.

I refused to sleep with him and made myself comfortable in another room. I was still pissed about everything and the new people in the house. He was trying to win me over but I wouldn’t give in. I couldn’t get pass him being someplace else as his baby was being born.

I sat in my short gown at the breakfast table where the cook had prepared eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. I didn’t have an appetite. After eating and gorging myself for seven months, all I wanted was fruit, a bagel and cream cheese. I drank my orange juice and from the corner of my eye I saw Matthew glancing at me, with a wicked smile, from across the table. He looked so sexy sitting there in his tee shirt and pajama bottoms.

“Are you ever going to speak to me again?” He says to me, and I want to smile at him, but I don’t. I’m milking this for all it’s worth.

“What kind of question is that?”

“Well then, are you going to sleep with me again?”

“I’m thinking about whether I should,” I say laughing inside. “In all seriousness, I thought of taking my baby and leave.”

“Do you think I would let you take my baby and you away from me? Then what do I have?” He leans forward. “Nothing,” he says, his voice tired and hoarse.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.”

“Believe one thing, and that is, I love you and want to marry you. Do I have to get on my knees?”

“Yes,” I say locking eyes with him. And Matt stepped away from the table, walked around to my chair and went to his knees. “Marry me, Amanda.” Reaching into his pajama bottoms, he pulls a large diamond solitaire from his pocket, and holds it in his hands. I peer at it.

It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever seen and I know that I can’t wear it out in public. I’m thinking,
couldn’t you get me something a little smaller where I can wear it to school or out shopping?

“Only ten carats,” I say to him and his smile turns downward and he swallows hard. “A girl must be crazy to accept a ten caret Tiffany flawless diamond from a man as rich as you.” He smiles because he knows now that I’m fucking with him.

“I think I deserve something larger considering all that I’ve been through. Having to deal with a jealous ex-wife, a secretary that I want fired tomorrow, and keeping from me that you now own a company, and not to forget, giving birth to your son, and you weren’t around for support when I needed you.”

“Case well taken. Will you?” I nodded yes and held out my finger.

He nervously put that expensive ring on my finger. “I must be a fool. But then I was a fool for loving you and believing you when you said that you never fooled around on me.” He crosses his heart with his finger. Just call me a crazy fool, and yes, I will marry you,” I say looking into his green eyes.

“And one more thing,” Matt says to me, his voice cautious and fading. “Do you think a man who can’t make love to his fiancé and hasn’t had any in months, can get a little something now that he has given her a million dollar ring?” And he gestures to his pants where his hard dick is extending outward and now I’m feeling sorry for him. He places his hands together in front of his mouth and his sad eyes and his handsome face pleads.

He stands in front of me. I look up at him, then my eyes shift downward. They are fixed on his growing penis hidden behind his pajama pants.

“Do I look like that kind of a girl to you?” I say smiling.

“No. But a man can dream.” I knew what he was begging for. He had waited so long and still I couldn’t do anything. But there was one thing he liked I could give him.

“If you’re good, I think mommy can give you a treat.” He pulls off his tee shirt and his muscles on his arms bulge and I’m mesmerized by his arms and chest. He reaches down snapping open the fly on his bottoms. “No, not here,” I whisper. “The cook can walk in on us any minute.”

In his eagerness, he scoops me up in his arms and he has me on the bed in a second, and he’s standing naked before me. He climbs in on the right side of me, his back is resting on the head board, his legs spread wide, and his penis is harder than I’ve ever seen. I’m hot just looking at it firm and erect.

It seems like it has been years since I felt like myself. Excitement is flowing through me and I crawl between his legs and take his cock in my hand. It’s nice and hard and the tip is pulsating. I look up at him and he can’t wait for me to go down. I lower my mouth over the crown and I’m kissing his cock. The salty taste of sex reminds me of all the times before when it was just the two of us fucking until the early mornings, where Matthew would have my legs up over his shoulders and he would be between my legs for hours.

I’m reminded of how perfect and uncomplicated we were lying and resting in each other’s arms. We can be that way again but with an added addition. I just want to give him pleasure now.

His hands are on the sides of my face and his hand moves to my lips. He touches the length of his dick in my mouth and then his finger is tracing around the ridges of my lips and every time he does this, there is a pulsating of his penis, and I feel it in my palms and in my mouth, and then I taste the salty flavor of his pre-come. He’s bursting but I can’t take it from him now. I want him to enjoy every minute of this. For being so patient and waiting for this day.

“Your mouth feels good, Amanda. What you’re doing is so good. I don’t want to give it up just yet. Can I take my time and enjoy your beautiful mouth wrapped around my dick,” he ask caressing my hair gently.

I nod my head because I’m not taking it out. I don’t want to interrupt the feeling he’s getting and the arousal I’m feeling deep in my clit.

“Just seeing you,” he says watching at my head bob up and down, “I don’t know how I would be able to live without you. I’ve been thinking about this moment when your sweet brown lips would be sucking my dick. The way it is now.” His breathing accelerates. “Oh. Oh,” he whimpers. 

I’m thinking I can’t wait until the time comes when he can give me an orgasm. He’s everything I’ve wanted. A handsome man that satisfies and makes me hot every time I look at him. When he walks his body is so sexy that I get jealous and want him close. Thinking that someone had him before drives me crazy and I can’t bear to share him. This thought makes me suck harder and bring his cock deep within my mouth.

Watching his body thrust in and out of my mouth, and looking at his handsome face knowing that I’m pleasing him, and I’m the one ready to take his come, shoots a flood of ecstasy through me.

Matthew’s strong body is holding back. He raises his butt higher and his cock moves in and out of my mouth. The rhythm we have together is uncanny and we are one. When he pushes up I move to take it. “Baby, I have to give it up. I can’t hold it any longer.” I can’t say anything but I nod my head that I will take it from him.

My hand and mouth are moving feverishly. I’m sucking and my mouth is pulling using my muscles, drawing his juice from him. I hear a moan and a thrust of his body and he has emptied himself into my mouth.

He leaves his dick in my mouth because it is still hard, and I swallow all his come. He reaches for me, pulls me up and over him, then he flips me on my back and he’s kissing my mouth and his tongue is all in my mouth.

When I look into his eyes he says, “I can’t ever imagine not looking into those big brown eyes and watching at that beautiful body and that ass, it just makes me want to come again just thinking about you. Now when are we getting married? I can’t wait for the honeymoon?”