Nyomi laughed before saying, “I’m not drunk, but I’m feeling real good. Oh, shit. Skye, this used to be our jam.”
While Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” played through the speakers, Nyomi and I held our invisible microphones up to our mouths and sang our hearts out. When Knox held up his phone as if he were recording, we laid it on thick.
Mary J. Blige’s “Be Without You,” Mario’s “Let Me Love You,” and Ashanti’s “Foolish” played back-to-back, and we had a full-blown concert. Kilo arrived at some point and was thoroughly amused by our performance.
“They claim they only had two margaritas, but I don’t believe that shit for a minute,” Knox told his brother.
“Nah, they’re drunk as hell. Let’s go, baby.”
“Thank you for coming to get me, baby. I think I drank a little too much,” Nyomi said, hugging Kilo around his waist and resting her head on his chest.
“I know, baby.”
He chuckled as he put her arms around his neck, lifting her and putting her legs around his waist. I sat on the patio swing and let my head fall back. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, Knox was putting me on my bed.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” he greeted when I opened my eyes, then kissed my lips.
“Hey, baby. Is Nyomi gone?”
“Yeah. Kilo picked her up because you two sat around here and got drunk.”
I smacked my lips and sat up on the edge of the bed. He sat next to me and draped his arms over my shoulder, pulling me into his side.
“I’m nowhere near drunk, but I’m definitely tipsy. You want to shower with me?”
I was shocked when he said, “Nah. I already showered, and I want to call the Kurries and check on Knixon.”
“They’ve been sending me updates, but I understand. I’m sure it feels weird not coming home to her.”
“It does, but coming home to a drunk you makes up for it.”
“Boy, I’m not drunk. I’ll be out in a few.”
We hadn’t slept at Knox’s condo since Knixon had been with us. He only had two bedrooms, and the second one was an office. Although she wasn’t a toddler, his condo wasn’t child friendly.
I had two extra bedrooms other than mine and Stokely’s. One of them I used as an office, although it was furnished with a twin-sized daybed that I used as a couch if I wanted to be more comfortable while I worked.
The room Knixon used was the guest room, and we decorated it to her liking the first weekend she was with us. Knox said my house felt like home, and I couldn’t agree more. I loved my house and had no plans on moving any time soon.
After finishing my skincare routine and brushing my teeth, I stepped into the shower. It felt good after being outside all afternoon and into the evening. When I finished bathing, I instantly felt more energetic and couldn’t wait to ride my man’s face and dick.
I dried off, stepped into the bedroom, and the scene before me stopped me dead in my tracks. I gasped, covering my mouth with one hand, while holding the towel around my body with the other.
“Knox, what are you doing?”
He smiled.
“I’m on one knee holding a four-carat solitaire diamond ring. What do you think I’m doing?”
“Oh my God, Knox. You play too much.”
“Maybe I do, but one thing I don’t play about is you and how much I love you. You were happy living the single life, but you gave me a chance to make you happier, and I want to continue doing so for the rest of our lives. Skye Daniels, will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you.”
For someone who wasn’t interested in getting married a few short months ago, yes fell from my lips so damn fast. My mother said there is something about being loved bythe rightman, and Knox was the right man for me.
One Year Later