She was magnificent in her photo, but the real life version of her; there are no words written in the English dictionary to describe the essence surrounding her.
She paused momentarily when she saw who it was that entered the room. I’m not sure if that’s a good sign of things to come, or if she’s fearful of a man that she’s never met.
I walk up to her, knowing that my hands on her are expected. I don’t want her afraid of me, so I need to relieve her of any fears where I’m concerned before we play our parts. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Stella sent me. I’m here to take you back to her.”
Her eyes widen before she forgets we could be interrupted at any minute and she cools her features. “I don’t know any Stella,” she falsely enlightens me.
“I think your sister’s feelings would be a tad bit hurt if she was to hear those words, Star. You need to be as close to me tonight as possible so we can make a plan of action without anyone overhearing us.”
“Who are you?” she asks as she walks me backward toward the couch.
“My name is Shamus. You sister’s old man is my club brother. They both want you home where they can protect you. You have a nephew, and your sister wants him to have his aunt in his life, Star.”
“Stop saying my name like you know me,” she hisses, her eyes going to the door before coming back to me. “If they think we know one another, I’ll be dead before the sun breaks over the horizon.” She pushes me down to where I’m sitting, sprawled out on the couch that was once behind me.
My dick has stayed under control until she straddles my lap. “Fuck,” I hiss as she begins to gyrate on my cock. I’ve never been so hard in my damn life as I am now. The second her fingers touched me; I felt a spark in the base of my spine. Now that she’s sitting on top of me, I feel that electric current turn into an inferno. My arteries begin pumping blood quickly to my extremities, fervent flames everywhere her body is touching me. Even through my clothes I can feel the heat from her skin. There’s a magnetic current that makes it to where I can’t keep my hands to myself any longer.
I have to touch her.
My hands reach out of their own accord and land reverently on her hips. There’s something right about us, as if we were born for one another. I was meant to be the one to find her, to bring her home, to love her for the rest of my days.
Don’t ask me how I know this, it’s one of those mysteries that can’t be explained. It feels as if I just found the missing part of my soul, my other link, my destiny; the reason I was born.
All for her.
I vow to myself right here and now, that I won’t be heading back home without her at my side.
I finally understand what my brothers have been preaching about to us single men for all these months. When the woman who’s meant to be yours falls into your lap, you’ll move heaven and earth to have them in your life.
“It’s not as simple as getting me out of here, Shamus,” she imparts. The way my name rolls off of her tongue has me entranced, ready for the day when she’ll be screaming it out in ecstasy.
And you can bank on the fact that it will be happening.
“Why is that?” I tenaciously grit out, barely able to keep a functioning mind with the way her body is seductively moving over mine.
“One, they’ll never let me out of here without a fight. I’m their money maker. Two, I’m a package deal, Shamus.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I interrogate, not sure if I’m gonna like the outcome of her answer.
“I have a daughter.”
Star
His body tightens and his hands clamp down on my hips with my proclamation. This is an insight to my life that I haven’t shared with anyone else. I had a home delivery, so her birth certificate is non-existent. To the outside world, she doesn’t exist. There’s no link tying me as her mother, there’s no proof outside of my word alone that I birthed my beautiful baby girl.
“That didn’t come up on our radar when we did our research, Star. Care to explain that one to me?” I don’t understand why he seems to be so angry right now.
I’m the one who has to bow down to Jeremiah’s every whim just to spend a few minutes alone with my princess.
I’m the one who has to service him when he feels the need to prove his power over me.
No one understands the struggles I go through, the things I endure for her. I would’ve run… or tried to a long time ago if it wasn’t for her. I could never escape and leave her behind.
She may not be the product of eternal, everlasting love, but she’s the center of my universe and fuck him if he thinks I could abandon my child.
I love my sister, but I love Ella more.
More than myself, more than living.
I would die a happy woman, suffer any and all consequences if I could just get her out of the clutches of her father.
“Because she wasn’t born in the hospital, Shamus. She has no birth certificate, she doesn’t exist,” I shamefully reply. “She’s a secret, someone to hold over my head to keep me in line.”
“Where is she? Who has her?” he asks. I can feel the frustration coming off of him in waves. Will he help me? Free my daughter and deliver her to my sister. At least then, I know she’ll have a good life. My sister will treat her
