Page 187 of The Ninth

“Kenzo, I can’t do this.”

“Yes you can, Crybaby. We’ll never live apart again.”

The lock turned and the door pushed open. As soon as my foot crossed the threshold, I started bawling. Large pictures of my parents and Tevin sat in the foyer in solid gold frames. Never a day in my life did I want to go through any happy moments without the three of them. They’re supposed to be here!

K3 picked me up bridal style, carrying me through the entire home as I bawled. The doors to the living room slid open and shut. It was very small detail that I made a huge deal to him while daydreaming. The kitchen was beautiful! Open with white cabinets and a large marble island.

Surprisingly, he took me to a beautiful library that already smelled of books. The front room was next, furnished in the same colors as the flower arrangement he got me. After the front room was a movie room that I immediately pictured my loved ones in.

He took me to the cutest little hidden door that had steps behind them. Once we made it to the top, I realized it led to my dream roof. There was a built in grill, stove and fireplace. Several wicker couches and seats that were perfect for hosting. Perfect for us to come up here and be together.

Once we made it back in the house, we went up a different set of stairs. These were open with a beautiful wood that creaked softly underneath Kenzo’s feet. I took in the moldings, the light fixtures, the furniture he picked out. He took me to the extra bedrooms. One empty, one an office, and one a damn nursery. I cackled, smacking him in his chest. He swore it came like that.

We slowly approached a set of double doors. He stood me on my feet, kissing me deeply.

“This is us, baby. I tried to get everything you ever dreamt of in here.”

“Kenzo, this house is like a fever dream. I’m sure it’s beautiful!”

I eagerly turned the gold knob, pushing the door open. As if this man could take my breath any more than he already has. Kenzo is constantly proving that he would do anything to make me happy. Even if he doesn’t have to.

Every inch of the floor was covered in white rose petals. Wrapped gift boxes and bags lined the dresser I gushed to him about on a jail call. They lined the bench at the bottom of the bed I said I loved. Candles were lit everywhere. He told me Duke beat us here, lighting them with Devyn who wouldn’t stop crying.

I could barely hear him. Because now his intentions were clear to me. And this time? I have nothing to hold back. I’m saying yes.

“Crybaby...”

I turned, looking down at him. Instead of being on one knee, he was on both. His hands grabbed the back of my thighs, pressing my body into his. Living up to my nickname, I began crying again while cradling his face as he hugged me. His hazel eyes reached mine.

“Cassandra Leigh Woodsen. My soul has been tied to yours since before we met. I’ve never pictured my future with anyone but you. What the fuck did I do in my past life to deserve such a beautiful ass woman? You’re breathtaking, Cassandra. Everything about you. Baby girl, I love the way you walk, talk, breathe, laugh. Sometimes I feel like your personal angel, here to make your time on earth worthwhile. I want your face to be the one I see every day I wake-up. I want to live in this house with you and decorate for holidays. Cassie, I yearn to be in bed asleep with you and hearing little feet running to this door to wake us up. I promised you my life. I promised you a lifetime in Chicago. I went to the graveyard and spoke to your parents. Cassandra. Will—”

“YESSSSSSSSSSS!”

He laughed loudly. I gripped onto his shoulders as he stood, bringing me up with him. The giant bed swallowed us as he laid me down onto it, relaxing his body onto mine. Our kiss was mixed with tears, love, and promises. G, I’ve never been kissed like this before.

He reached down into his pocket, pulling out a white, velvet box. Once he flipped it open, I saw the six carats, cushion cut, diamond ring on a gold band I’ve always wanted. He smiled goofily as he took it out, sliding it onto my left ring finger.

“You’re always going to be mine, Cassandra.”

“Always, Kenzo.”

We undressed each other as we kissed. I felt like a new woman feeling the cold ring resting on my finger. Smelling the new furniture, the wood, the air in our home. Our home. This is my man in between my legs, sliding inside of me. Nobody can tell me shit about Kenzo Maddox III.

His arms cradled my body as he stroked in and out of me. Both of our mouths rested on each other’s, hanging open. We didn’t close our eyes or look away. We stared deeply into each other while moaning loudly in our home. My stomach felt butterflies deep within it hearing how loudly he was calling out for me.

“Oh, Cassandraaaa....”

I got too hungry to impress my man. To show him why he dropped four million or more on me.

I pushed his shoulders, flipping us. Without explaining or asking permission, I twisted around, keeping his dick inside. He loves seeing my face but tonight isn’t about that. Tonight’s about showing him what the rest of our lives will be.

My hands slid into my hair as my body glided back and forth on his long dick. His fingers intertwined with my waist inside of his palms.

“Ohhhh, fuck!”

I bit my lip, turning into an animal hearing him groan out for me.

“I can’t believe this shit is mine forever....” he whispered out.