One Week Later. . .
Our time in St. Croix was nothing short of amazing. Being back in Zion’s life felt like old times with a futuristic twist. We were young adults when he went away, but now that we were grown, his aura was more advanced than it was back then.
We went snorkeling, jet skiing, shopping, went to an aquarium, and dined in the finest restaurants on the island. We bathed together, I read to him, and we had the most sex I’d had since he went away.
Every time I looked at him, I was ready to hop on his dick and ride. We had a lot of time to make up for, and I couldn’t say I was disappointed in the slightest.
We were now packing up to leave and exit the bubble we had created. I wasn’t ready for the madness that awaited us once we touched back down in the States.
I’d spoken to my parents twice that week, and they told me that Akeem had been by every day since the wedding crash. Sometimes, he’d just sit outside of their house, other times, he’d knock on the door, asking if they’d seen or talked to me.
Of course, they told him they didn’t. When he came by yesterday, my dad drew the line and threatened him. At that point, it was harassment more than concern.
When I finally powered my phone back on, a slew of text messages, voicemails, DMs, and mentions flooded my notifications. I ignored it all, except for Jessie and Junie’s messages telling me to call them, and the voicemails Akeem left me.
The most recent one he left me made me wish I hadn’t listened to it.
I was sitting on the bed after packing up the clothes Zion had purchased for me during our trip. I went to my voicemail and clicked on the most recent one.
“You have one new voice message that has not been heard. Press one to listen to your voice message.” I pressed one. “Jordin, this is getting out of hand. What the fuck is really going on? Do you not know that you’re still under contract? Like, what are you doing, baby? I forgive you for what happened. It’s not your fault that nigga kidnapped you, but it’s been a week, and your parents don’t seem the least bit concerned that that ghetto-ass nigga kidnapped you.Just . . . let me know if you’re safe, Jay. We can still do this. We can still get married. I love you. Don’t let that nigga ruin the beautiful life we planned to have together. Call me back. Please.”
The recording ended, and I sighed while shaking my head. I had forgotten about that stupid contract. Along with the prenup,the contract stated that I couldn’t leave six months before the wedding, and two years after the marriage. It was his arrogant way of making sure I didn’t leave himifhe happened to slip up and do something foolish.
The fact that he put it into place was crazy to me, but at the time, I didn’t think too much about it. Now, he was reminding me of the stupid shit I’d gotten myself into with him. Honestly, I didn’t care, because I didn’t think Zion would ever come back for me. Now that he had, I knew I had to find a way to get out of that shit with him.
The door to the bedroom opened, and Zion stepped in, looking like a double chocolate brownie. My mouth instantly watered as I thought about wrapping my lips around the extra-large dick. I swear, this week reminded me of how bad I had it for that man. He was just so . . . perfect.
“Ready, baby?”
I smiled. “No, . . . but I guess we don’t have much of a choice. I’m going to miss this place.”
“You don’t have to miss it. It’ll be ours soon enough.”
My eyebrows raised in surprise. “Really? How?”
“Don’t worry yourself with that. Just know I’ve been hearing you rave about not wanting to leave all week, and I decided to contact the property owner. I’m going to make him an offer he won’t be able to refuse.”
“Awww, babe. Really!” I yelled in excitement as I stood and jumped into his arms.
“Really,” he confirmed.
“Oh, my God!” I planted kisses all over his face until our lips met. I kissed him deeply, and just when it was about to get heavy, he pulled away and tapped my bottom.
“We have to get going. The jet is waiting for us.”
“Ugh, okay.” I released him, and he grabbed my luggage and my hand. Together, we left the villa and got into our awaiting carservice. I knew I had to tell Zion about the contract, but I would wait until we got back home to deliver the news. I didn’t want him to be blindsided by this, and prayerfully, he’d be able to find a solution for me.
I had no doubt that he would.
It had always been in his nature to protect me and do anything he could to make sure I was happy and taken care of.
It only took us forty-five minutes to get to the jet. Leaving the island would be bittersweet, but I had no doubt Zion was going to make sure that villa would become our vacation home.
Ours.
How crazy was it that I had already planned to cement myself back into his life? I mean, he wasn’t letting me go anywhere anyway, but the fact that I was down to get back into the groove of things with him without a second thought was above me now.
Once we boarded and the jet took off into the sky and leveled, I made myself comfortable by placing my feet in Zion’s lap while he wrote something in a small, black notebook.