my body last night, but was he my destiny? Could I be his? Maybe the two of us could figure that out.
In the Dark
SA Brown
I woke to the stillness of our 3,500-square-foot home. I waved my hand over the spot where he should’ve been, but all I found was a note and one long-stemmed red rose. I caressed my face with one hand and gathered my rose and note with the other. The sweet essence from its bud woke me more. The note smelled of I Am King cologne, which reminded me that he could not have gone far.
Happy anniversary to the most beautiful and wonderful wife known to man. I am so grateful for the twenty years you’ve given me and pray for twenty more. I am going to show you the time of your life. Tonight, fantasies become realities. Get ready . . .
I hopped out of bed and took a quick shower. I bounced around the house in erotic anticipation of what my husband had planned for the evening. Once outfitted in powder blue jeans and a red cami, I grabbed my cell phone to find out what he was up to.
My husband answered on the first ring. “Hello, my sweetness. How’s your morning going?”
“Boring because you aren’t here with me. Where are you?”
There was a long silence before he answered.
“Don’t be mad, baby. I had to shake and bake before we began our celebration. I’ll catch up with you right after lunch.”
“Gavin, we promised, no business this weekend. Just you and me. How could you?”
“Calm down, my queen.” As always, his voice soothed me. “I need a few hours to close this deal and then ‘I’ll be working my way back to you, babe.’ ” He sang as if he was one of the Four Tops. “I’ve got something very special planned for you. You just wait and see.”
“But we said no business this weekend—this one weekend. No cell phones. No hospital shifts. No business deals.”
“I know, baby, but will you please trust your man. Be ready to go by eleven o’clock and pack an overnight bag. I gotta go.”
Gavin hung up before I could respond. An overnight bag? What did this man have planned this time? There wasn’t much he and I did not share with each other. The key to our relationship was communication. We were open and honest about everything. In our twenty years together, we had forgiven each other for past indiscretions and there had been plenty. Some might say we had an open marriage. But the truth was we discussed what we wanted. While we had enough love for each other for each of us to make sacrifices for the other’s happiness, I guess there were some sacrifices a man simply could not surrender. I had bent over backward for him—literally and figuratively. Yet, there was this one thing I wanted, but Gavin said he would never do. I respected his wishes.
As I prepared for this big surprise Gavin had planned, someone knocked on the front door. When I opened it, the most handsome face greeted me. His pearly whites complemented his dark chocolate, clean-shaven face. He stood at least six foot three in his black double-breasted suit, with a hat tucked underneath his left arm.
“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Dr. Malorie Cummings?”
I stared at this Adonis before me. I licked my lips as I imagined his toned pectorals beneath his suit. “Yes, I’m Dr. Cummings.”
“My name’s Malcolm and I’m your driver for today.” He stepped to his left to allow full view of a 1968 two-toned classic Daimler Princess parked at the curb.
I whispered, “That damn Gavin.” Once I regained my focus, I asked, “And where will the driver be taking me today?”
He reached for my hand, lifted it, and gently pecked its back. His lips were so soft to the touch. “My only instructions are to give the lady whatever she would like.”
If I had my way, I would’ve had a big bite of him, but I had to remain a lady. We’d just met. I turned to walk back upstairs and get my bag. When I returned, Malcolm had not moved one inch. The Atlanta sun beamed down on his bald, chocolate head. I handed
In the Dark
SA Brown
I woke to the stillness of our 3,500-square-foot home. I waved my hand over the spot where he should’ve been, but all I found was a note and one long-stemmed red rose. I caressed my face with one hand and gathered my rose and note with the other. The sweet essence from its bud woke me more. The note smelled of I Am King cologne, which reminded me that he could not have gone far.
Happy anniversary to the most beautiful and wonderful wife known to man. I am so grateful for the twenty years you’ve given me and pray for twenty more. I am going to show you the time of your life. Tonight, fantasies become realities. Get ready . . .
I hopped out of bed and took a quick shower. I bounced around the house in erotic anticipation of what my husband had planned for the evening. Once outfitted in powder blue jeans and a red cami, I grabbed my cell phone to find out what he was up to.
My husband answered on the first ring. “Hello, my sweetness. How’s your morning going?”
“Boring because you aren’t here with me. Where are you?”
There was a long silence before he answered.
“Don’t be mad, baby. I had to shake and bake before we began our celebration. I’ll catch up with you right after lunch.”
“Gavin, we promised, no business this weekend. Just you and me. How could you?”
“Calm down, my queen.” As always, his voice soothed me. “I need a few hours to close this deal and then ‘I’ll be working my way back to you, babe.’ ” He sang as if he was one of the Four Tops. “I’ve got something very special planned for you. You just wait and see.”
“But we said no business this weekend—this one weekend. No cell phones. No hospital shifts. No business deals.”
“I know, baby, but will you please trust your man. Be ready to go by eleven o’clock and pack an overnight bag. I gotta go.”
Gavin hung up before I could respond. An overnight bag? What did this man have planned this time? There wasn’t much he and I did not share with each other. The key to our relationship was communication. We were open and honest about everything. In our twenty years together, we had forgiven each other for past indiscretions and there had been plenty. Some might say we had an open marriage. But the truth was we discussed what we wanted. While we had enough love for each other for each of us to make sacrifices for the other’s happiness, I guess there were some sacrifices a man simply could not surrender. I had bent over backward for him—literally and figuratively. Yet, there was this one thing I wanted, but Gavin said he would never do. I respected his wishes.
As I prepared for this big surprise Gavin had planned, someone knocked on the front door. When I opened it, the most handsome face greeted me. His pearly whites complemented his dark chocolate, clean-shaven face. He stood at least six foot three in his black double-breasted suit, with a hat tucked underneath his left arm.
“Good morning, ma’am. Are you Dr. Malorie Cummings?”
I stared at this Adonis before me. I licked my lips as I imagined his toned pectorals beneath his suit. “Yes, I’m Dr. Cummings.”
“My name’s Malcolm and I’m your driver for today.” He stepped to his left to allow full view of a 1968 two-toned classic Daimler Princess parked at the curb.
I whispered, “That damn Gavin.” Once I regained my focus, I asked, “And where will the driver be taking me today?”
He reached for my hand, lifted it, and gently pecked its back. His lips were so soft to the touch. “My only instructions are to give the lady whatever she would like.”
If I had my way, I would’ve had a big bite of him, but I had to remain a lady. We’d just met. I turned to walk back upstairs and get my bag. When I returned, Malcolm had not moved one inch. The Atlanta sun beamed down on his bald, chocolate head. I handed
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