Suddenly.... Love crept in.

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Chapter 30. Just say yes.

She was Maria's mother, the same Maria who's car I had damaged who was also planning on pressing charges against me.

I sighed as I felt an instant headache, in less than a week I've had more stress than I've had in my entire life. I rested my head on the counter at I started to feel overwhelmed again.

"Are you alright my dear?" His mother asked

"I'm having a terrible headache" i whispered not removing my head from the table.

I heard footsteps coming towards me, a draw opened and a paper being torn. There was a gentle tap on my shoulder and looked up to see grey eyes staring back at me.

"Oh my" I gasped as i realised it was Alando's father handing me two small white tablets.

"These should make you feel better " he said softly.

"Thank you" I replied

"Dad, this is Nicole, Nicole this is my dad" Alando said quickly.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Mr. King" I said and held out my hand to him.

He smiled....

"Please, call me Alexander" he replied and shook my hand.

He looked just like Alando, except he was caucasian, a bit older, sported a shorter beard and his eyes were grey. I put the pills in my mouth and Alando gave me a glass of water.

"Hello my love" he said as he greeted Mrs. King with a wet kiss on her lips, she hugged him and let out a playful squeal.

"Xander, baby how was your day?" She asked as they both walked out of the kitchen clearly happy to see each other.

"How long have they been married?" I asked as Alando looked at them and shook his head.

"August will make thirty nine years" he said.

"Wow!... That's a long time"

"Yup.... they got married pretty young, he was twenty three, she was nineteen, and six years and two miscarriages after, I came along" he said.

I quickly did the math in my head, he was sixty two and she was fifty eight years old.

"Its obvious that they're still madly in love with each other" I continued.

"Yes they are, that's what happens when you follow your gut instinct" he said taking a beer from the refrigerator and sitting down beside me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him

"According to my dad, they hit it off from the first time they met through mutual friends in 1979 at a Bee Gees concert on the final leg of their 'Spirits Having Flown' tour and they got married two months after"

"Best decision I've made in my life" his dad said startling the both of us.

I turned to look at him, like his son he had a beer in hand

"How did you know she was the one?" I asked.

He paused to take a couple gulps of his beer.

"Her eyes told me all I needed to know" he said going over to look at a picture of Mrs. King that was on the wall close to the refrigerator.

Alando reached for my hand and kissed my knuckles, I blushed and tried to withdraw my hand but he held on tightly.

Just then Mrs. Ramirez dropped a cup in the sink and Alando dropped my hand. I looked at her and saw that she was watching me from the corner of her eye.

"This wont be good" I whispered to myself.

"Let me show you my room" Alando said finishing his beer quickly and leaving the empty bottle on the kitchen island.

"Are you gonna show her your wife's room?" Mrs Ramirez asked quickly before we exited.

Both men turned and stared at her with a questioning look plastered on their faces...

"Sofiya.... why would he want to do that?" Mr King asked while Alando glared at her.

"Is there something you'd like to say to Nicole Mrs Ramirez?" Alando asked, He folded his arms with his green eyes blazing, I could tell he was getting upset.

"No, I'm sorry, I was out of place" she replied

"You're damn right you were " Alando seethed at her.

"Its fine, I'm sure she meant no harm" I said with a smile trying to calm him down.

Mr King's phone rang and he excused himself leaving the three of us alone.

"I'm sorry Miss Nicole" she said with a smile but I knew it wasn't a genuine apology as the smile didn't touch her eyes.

"Its fine" and I pulled on Alando's arm signaling my wanting to leave.

He was about to head upstairs when I tugged on his arm and stopped him,

"I wanna go home" I whispered.

He looked at me confused.

"Home? ....I thought you didnt want to stay there anymore"

"I dont but where else am I gonna go?" I asked

"You could stay here"

I repeated the words over and over in my mind....

"So you're telling me that you want me to move in with you?" I asked quietly....

"Yes I would like that.....and that way I'd have you all to myself"

I couldn't help but to burst out in laughter...

"Dont you think it's a little too soon though" I had to ask the question as it kept plaguing my mind.... "what will people think?"

"Fuck what people think, if my parents cared what other people thought, we wouldnt be here now would we?"

"Well, good point... but what if we're not that lucky?" I asked as he took my face in his hand and kissed me gently.

"We are blessed..... just say yes and stay with me" he whispered against my lips..

"I'll stay tonight... tomorrow I'll decide what my next move's gonna be"

"Okay, fair enough.... I just gotta make tonight memorable enough that you wont wanna leave" he whispered.

My vagina instantly got moist, Just the sound of his voice was enough to make me wet sometimes and I hated when that happened.

He took my hand and led me up the stairs, I saw four white doors, his room was the second one on the left. He opened it and I stepped in and stared in shock. His bed was gigantic with two matching gold and white bedside tables and lamps. The television on the wall looked like fifty inches with two big gold and white Persian rugs on both sides of the bed,

"Does everything you own have to be huge?" I had to asked.

He chuckled...

"As a matter of fact yes....the only thing i own that's small is that tight little pussy of yours"

I choked on my own saliva..

"You're awful" I told him and rolled my eyes

"Not yet......but i'm about to be" he said as he lifted me up and threw me on the bed and he was immediately on top of me kissing my neck.

His dick got hard in an instant, he moved my panties to the side and slowly entered me and I let out a loud moan....

"Ooh baby.... it feels so good fucking you in my bed" he whispered and started sucking my neck. He got rougher and wilder with each thrust and I moaned louder, he flipped me over placing me on all fours and entered me from behind causing me to cry out but I didnt want him to stop because I was loving every minute of it.

We found a rhythm that we both rocked in unison to, he started to moan and cuss loudly, I flung myself back at him harder than before making him hover over me and I felt him stiffen. I knew he was over the edge as I felt him releasing his juices into me with one big growl.

He fell on the bed panting as if he had just ran a marathon. I felt proud of myself, I made him cum quicker than he had planned on and it felt great.

"What the hell did you just do to me?" He asked as he leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on my lips.

I blushed,

"I have no idea what you're talking about" I said and giggled playfully.

"Have I ever mentioned how incredible you are?" He asked while staring at me

"You can stand to mention it alot more" I giggled again.

"Come, I wanna take you somewhere"

For once, I didnt question him, I got up speedily and waited as he came out the bathroom with a towel in his hand. He went downstairs and through a slide door with me quickly in tow behind him.

We were now naked in the pool swimming and splashing each other like two little kids relaxing on a hot summers day. I felt like a child again, forgetting all my problems and just embracing the moment.

I swam to the edge of the pool and sat on it as I had started getting tired and I really needed to rest.

But in the blink of an eye, here he was

With his head between my legs.

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