hour, see you baby.”
“See you soon.”
I hung up the phone, and walked back to the terrace. Jude
managed to defer the conversation, and talked about my mother’s wedding. It was
an event we were all looking forward to; my mother has officially moved to San
Diego, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Even if San Diego is even further
than the south of France, I feel like she’s closer to me, and even closer to
Brandon.
I missed my brother, and I couldn’t wait to see him next
week, along with the girls. He’s been taken by his job with a new promotion,
and could barely manage more than a five minute conversation over the phone.
“You have your flight booked, right?” I asked Nana.
“Yes, I’ll be leaving Friday at noon. What about you two?”
“I have a domestic flight, round-trip to Miami in the
morning, then Clea and I will be taking an evening flight, since she finishes
work at five.” Jude finished explaining our itinerary while I went to the
bathroom.
The Plaza suite was nothing short of sumptuous, the décor
was as sophisticated, as it was breathtaking. I stepped into the generously
sized bathroom, all-marble in beautiful mosaics and stood in front of the
counter.
I took the moment to reflect on the past weekend, and
everything that had happened. Landon and I had our first fight, after the show.
I thought our first fight would be about something less important than an ex
who’s trying to measure herself with me. I fight his domineering ways, and I
think he manages to keep his calm because he has all these rules. We were going
on twenty of them; some of them were my idea, but all the others were his, it
went from the lying to the sex toys, which Mr. Davis strictly forbid me from
using, after stumbling upon the vibrator I purchased the morning he refused to
let me climax.
His words still echoed in the back of my head, repeatedly.
I’m his exception, his ad hoc, and his redemption. I hugged myself, watching my
reflection in the glass. I felt lucky to have him in my life, and moving in
with him would be an opportunity for me to discover what lay beneath the man to
whom I belonged.
A light knock came to the door,
“Baby, are you okay in there?”
It was Landon.
Panic took over, he got upstairs, and he met Nana. Oh my
god!
I raced to the door and unlocked it. He stood in a navy
blue shirt, and linen beige pants. Fresh out of the shower, his hair was
shining under the light.
“How did you get upstairs?” I inquired, looking around for
Nana.
He smiled tenderly, and held his arms open for me to walk
inside them.
“You’re beautiful when you’re worried.” He spoke against
my temple.
I wrapped my arms around him, “Nana can be excessively
inquisitive, and sometimes inappropriate.”
I said, hoping she didn’t make any comment about the move.
“She is delightful, and she loves you.”
“I know.”
Landon pulled me toward him and cupped his hands onto my
face. He took a long moment, staring deeply into my eyes; I couldn’t tell what
he was thinking, but I had a feeling he was as content as I was. “Please say
it, say it again!” He said to me with a silent beg.
I smiled, looking back at him, “I love you, Mr. Davis.”
His eyes sparkled, his lips curled upward, and then he
leaned in and kissed me sweetly.
When our lips parted, he breathed out against the skin of
my neck, “I’ll never tire of hearing you say those words.”
Grabbing my arm, Landon pressed me to him and walked us to
the terrace. We found Nana and Jude waiting for us.
Landon spoke to her in a perfect French accent, pointing
out that he was looking forward to having dinner with her on Tuesday, and that
he was happy to finally meet her.
She responded in an equally elegant manner, and gave him a
swift kiss, then turned to hug me.
“He’s what Americans call a keeper, I’m happy for you ma
chérie.” She murmured to my ear and kissed me.
Landon and I said our goodbyes, leaving Jude to have a
late dinner
“See you soon.”
I hung up the phone, and walked back to the terrace. Jude
managed to defer the conversation, and talked about my mother’s wedding. It was
an event we were all looking forward to; my mother has officially moved to San
Diego, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Even if San Diego is even further
than the south of France, I feel like she’s closer to me, and even closer to
Brandon.
I missed my brother, and I couldn’t wait to see him next
week, along with the girls. He’s been taken by his job with a new promotion,
and could barely manage more than a five minute conversation over the phone.
“You have your flight booked, right?” I asked Nana.
“Yes, I’ll be leaving Friday at noon. What about you two?”
“I have a domestic flight, round-trip to Miami in the
morning, then Clea and I will be taking an evening flight, since she finishes
work at five.” Jude finished explaining our itinerary while I went to the
bathroom.
The Plaza suite was nothing short of sumptuous, the décor
was as sophisticated, as it was breathtaking. I stepped into the generously
sized bathroom, all-marble in beautiful mosaics and stood in front of the
counter.
I took the moment to reflect on the past weekend, and
everything that had happened. Landon and I had our first fight, after the show.
I thought our first fight would be about something less important than an ex
who’s trying to measure herself with me. I fight his domineering ways, and I
think he manages to keep his calm because he has all these rules. We were going
on twenty of them; some of them were my idea, but all the others were his, it
went from the lying to the sex toys, which Mr. Davis strictly forbid me from
using, after stumbling upon the vibrator I purchased the morning he refused to
let me climax.
His words still echoed in the back of my head, repeatedly.
I’m his exception, his ad hoc, and his redemption. I hugged myself, watching my
reflection in the glass. I felt lucky to have him in my life, and moving in
with him would be an opportunity for me to discover what lay beneath the man to
whom I belonged.
A light knock came to the door,
“Baby, are you okay in there?”
It was Landon.
Panic took over, he got upstairs, and he met Nana. Oh my
god!
I raced to the door and unlocked it. He stood in a navy
blue shirt, and linen beige pants. Fresh out of the shower, his hair was
shining under the light.
“How did you get upstairs?” I inquired, looking around for
Nana.
He smiled tenderly, and held his arms open for me to walk
inside them.
“You’re beautiful when you’re worried.” He spoke against
my temple.
I wrapped my arms around him, “Nana can be excessively
inquisitive, and sometimes inappropriate.”
I said, hoping she didn’t make any comment about the move.
“She is delightful, and she loves you.”
“I know.”
Landon pulled me toward him and cupped his hands onto my
face. He took a long moment, staring deeply into my eyes; I couldn’t tell what
he was thinking, but I had a feeling he was as content as I was. “Please say
it, say it again!” He said to me with a silent beg.
I smiled, looking back at him, “I love you, Mr. Davis.”
His eyes sparkled, his lips curled upward, and then he
leaned in and kissed me sweetly.
When our lips parted, he breathed out against the skin of
my neck, “I’ll never tire of hearing you say those words.”
Grabbing my arm, Landon pressed me to him and walked us to
the terrace. We found Nana and Jude waiting for us.
Landon spoke to her in a perfect French accent, pointing
out that he was looking forward to having dinner with her on Tuesday, and that
he was happy to finally meet her.
She responded in an equally elegant manner, and gave him a
swift kiss, then turned to hug me.
“He’s what Americans call a keeper, I’m happy for you ma
chérie.” She murmured to my ear and kissed me.
Landon and I said our goodbyes, leaving Jude to have a
late dinner
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