Chapter 64 Chapter 32 (ii)
FAE
He frowned.
“I want to be one for you,” I said before he could protest. “Don’t argue with me. I want it.”
He stared at me for a moment, then kissed me again. Hotter. Longer. I heard the spoon clink on his plate. He raised his head. “If you hadn’t worked so hard on this, I would’ve peeled you of your clothes first before those shrimps.”
I giggled. “I’m okay with whichever one you pick.”
He took a deep breath as if truly conflicted. And I giggled again. “You act like you’re running out of time. Last I heard, we’re already married.”
He laughed exaggeratedly. “That’s funny.”
“You’re silly. Eat this dinner first since it’s my first time cooking for you, or are you telling me you’ll want to reheat it?”
“Yes, dear. I’ll eat now, dear. Right now.”
And I laughed as I watched him eat like a hungry child.
On the weekend, we went home to the QC house. The renovation in my condo wasn’t finished yet. It was easier for the interior decorator and accompanying cabinet maker to work without us there. We drove to QC on Friday afternoon. The decorator would work on my condo on Saturday and Sunday.
That night, we discussed inviting my friends over the next day, Saturday. We had already decided the previous day to tell my closest friends first that we were married. It would be more delicate and require preparation to tell Lola Leah.
“Can my friends have a sleepover tomorrow, baby? They’re going to be upset with me, and I need time to make it up to them.”
“Whatever you and your friends want. Besides, you probably miss them. We had so much fun at the club but you haven’t gone out again since. You might get tired of me faster.”
“Ohh… you’re being cute…!” I said. Then I squirmed because he was tickling me. “Stop it!” A pillow flew off the bed as I tried to escape him. “Jigoo!”
He stopped for a moment. “Call me daddy first.”
“What?!” I burst out laughing.
“Call me Daddy,” he insisted.
“You’re too young to be a sugar daddy!” I protested.
And he tickled me again.
“Okay, okay. Daddy…!” I gasped.
He panted. “I knew it was going to sound hot when it came from your lips.”
What was he up to now? “Is that okay?”
“Now, repeat after me… fuck me, daddy.”
I could tell he didn’t really believe I’d say it. So I did.
As his face softened, he hardened below.
And he got harder and harder while I repeated daddy over and over… because it was arousing even for me.
The next day, Saturday, he decided to attend a party that night. He had already decided not to go earlier in the week but then he thought it would help if we started being seen together in public by family friends and connections in preparation for exposing our secret to his grandmother.
“Many of those invited can tell my lola firsthand that we attended, unlike in my nightclub where the crowd’s younger. You’re ready to be seen with me, baby?”
I bit my lower lip for a moment, thinking. “I guess. I mean, we can look like we’re dating to everyone, so that’s okay. We’ll confess only to your lola that we’re married, right?”
“What are we worried about again?” he asked seriously, approaching me.
I rolled my eyes at him. He wasn’t worried about anything. He just wanted to be worried with me. “Carl just got married recently. Most will probably think we’re just playing around. I really don’t care about it that much. But what will they think of you? What will Lola Leah think?”
He pulled me close and hugged me. “You think I care what they think? You’re mine and that’s what I’m only concerned about. But it will be nice if our attendance reaches lola’s ears, then she can deduce up the rest.”
“Really? You don’t care if they think I’m not serious about you?”
He shook his head. “I know the truth. Also, it’s not right that you’re uncomfortable about something that’s not even your fault so you better stop caring what they would think, too.” He sighed. “It’s not really your fault, baby.”
I knew he was talking about Carl and Sarah, but I deliberately pretended misunderstanding. “How can I not be uncomfortable? I think about all the women at the party who’ll definitely be mad at me when they find out you’re dating me. Well, it’s not like I kidnapped you and forced you to marry me, right?”
He pinched the tip of my nose. “Someone’s being cute,” he said, mimicking me. “You know what I mean.”
I sighed. Might as well get this over with. “Okay. Let’s give them a show that’s honest and right. Let’s show them us.” Jigo was right. Besides that, the very clients and friends of my daddy and the Eastons would see us together at that party. I wanted them first to know what’s going on. That I could move on. I wanted them to see the signs so they would stop worrying about me. I knew many of them did.
So the sleepover was off. I called my friends to invite them for a picnic on the grounds the next day, Sunday.