AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My fingers slipped through her hair as I leaned forward to kiss her. “You respect me, and that matters above all. You love me, you trust me, you submit to me. You appreciate and support me. You don’t deny me of yourself and your presence. You increase my peace and happiness, and you influence me to be better. That’s what I need, and that’s what you’ve always given. I can buy myself literally anything I want, but the ways you consider me are special. I don’t need you to cook and clean; I pay people for that. I love you for you, and I’m with you for you, so trust me when I say you’re all I want and need.”
She turned again, this time so that her face was facing my lap. A low groan escaped me when she pulled my semi-hard dick out of my boxers, and I definitely didn’t mind our conversation taking a physical turn.
“I can’t believe you’ve cooked for me three times this week,” I said, returning to the present.
Cheyanne smiled and shot me a wink. “You should feel special because I don’t even cook for Papa this much.”
We continued to talk and laugh and enjoy each other’s company. I hated that what I had to show her could potentially ruin her mood, but I was really hoping it didn’t.
“Okay, what is it?” she asked, emptying our plates.
“Dru sent me an article from Now I Ain’t One to Gossip.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders slouched immediately. Now I Ain’t One to Gossip was an online blog that followed the Black elites, secret society, and the socialites of Rose Valley Hills. I’d been mentioned in it a couple of times over the years but never cared enough to read. This, however, was different. “What does it say?”
“Basically that you’re Port Green’s granddaughter and that you’ve been living under a rock with a changed name. I assume Dedrick is behind this because it alludes to your dating life being the reason for the secrecy.”
“Yeah, I guess he went to them out of ego and spite.”
Sighing, Cheyanne washed and dried her hands.
“How do you feel? You’ve worked hard over the years to keep your life separate from your grandfather’s, and now, that’s over.”
She waited until she was seated next to me to respond. “You know, I thought that coming out would be the worst thing that could happen, but I’m okay. I have you, and I know what we have is real. That’s what’s most important to me. I’ve always been proud of Papa, and I’m okay with people knowing who he is to me. As long as we can continue to live a quiet life, I’m good.”
I pulled her from onto my lap. “I’m proud of you, and I’m going to make sure you have just that.”
“You’re not gonna go after him, are you?”
I laughed, and realizing she was serious made me laugh harder. “Baby…”
“Let it ride, Chandler. It was a bitter and petty move, but we’re above that. He actually helped me out, because he removed something I feared and showed me I could handle it. If anything, I should thank him.”
“Nah, don’t say shit to his ass. I won’t bother him about it since you’re good, but it’s a wrap for him and any other man in your past.”
Usually, the sight of her beautiful smile would soften me, but the thought of her reaching out to him overpowered that and kept my heart hard.
“Look at you being all possessive and controlling.”
Her cackle finally made me crack a smile.
“I see you wanna play.”
“I’m just tickled by this side of you. I like it though.”
“You weren’t going to have a choice.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled harder as I kissed her. I could tell the soft manner in which I loved and handled her could make her sometimes forget I was a man at the end of the day—a Black man at that. I didn’t mind giving her a reminder whenever she needed it, especially when it ended with her in my arms, against my lips, and on my dick.
25
Sixty Days Later
Chandler
It took some time and dedication, but Cheyanne and I were able to get the penthouses redecorated how we wanted. As we discussed, mine remained designed in a way that would provide entertainment for us and our guests, and hers maintained the homey style it originally had but we switched the color scheme so that it fit us both. Originally, it was white, cream, and lavender. Now, it was white and black with gold accents. She had her own room that she filled with lavender since that was her favorite color, and I took the extra room and made it black and brown since that was more my style.
The smile that was on her face as we exchanged keys had me just about willing to do anything to make her smile like that daily. When I first mentioned us moving in together, I didn’t think it would happen any time soon. I wasn’t sure what she talked to Port about, but it had her just as excited about the transition as me.
