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It took me a minute to realize she was crying as I fucked her. “I was so scared Max.” She grabbed onto me and cried into my chest and I stopped moving.

“Stop crying, you have nothing to be scared about. Look.” I reached for the ring I’d placed back on the nightstand and lifted her finger.

“This, says that you’re mine, that all your fears and worries now belong to me.” I slid the platinum and diamond ring on her finger and felt something inside me settle.

“Put it away baby girl. Know that I’ll always stand between you and whatever life throws at us but we have to do this shit together.” Her tears dried up and she looked at her ring with that light in her eyes that I’d been hoping for.

“I love you. I love you in a way that’s never gonna go away. I don’t care what you think you know about marriage and family, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how it’s supposed to be done.”

“Oh Max, thank you. Thanks for always knowing what to say.” I surged into her hoping that I could keep that promise wishing that for the rest of my life I never have to watch her go through anything like she did today.

I paid a visit to Arlene’s husband a few days later with a nice restraining order and a warning. As it turns out he’d already kicked her out of the house and was thinking divorce; not my problem.

The cops were still trying to figure out who put Ray in the hospital but no one had come knocking at my door, and Cox was back to being an asshole.

I tried asking him about that shit and that fool blew cigar smoke in my face and acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. Now I almost like him. Asshole!

Around my place things were back to normal. The women were into the holiday season that was right around the corner, my girl was happy and smiling all the time and I was having more sex than I did when I was a horn dog. Her teenage ass is horny as hell.

Life had smoothed out nicely, my only worries now were where to hide her gifts that I was hording because I couldn’t pass a store window without seeing something that I liked for her.

I would’ve chosen Tony’s place but he has bitch teeth in his head where the women in our family are concerned, and mom’s was a solid no. In the end I chose aunt Jess because she’s worst than that damn KGB.

I was keeping my eye out for any sign of pregnancy but that shit didn’t look like it was gonna appear anytime soon, even though I counted and she hadn’t had a period. I figured she’d know and since she wasn’t saying anything…well.

Holiday season in the city was just what I hoped it would be. We did all the kitschy shit people who have nothing better to do-do and she loved every minute of it.

I had a tree in my apartment for the first time since I bought the place, and stayed the hell out of her way when she decided to decorate the place like a freaking department store. She’d taken over my shit.

I didn’t care, no one was messing with my shit. Her school was going the way she wanted and our life was settling down to something resembling normalcy.

Xmas morning she woke up puking and I finally got my gift. I ignored her grouching in between bouts of sickness and nailed her in the walk-in closet while the others were cooking in the kitchen. She was not amused.

Mom, the baby hound got wind of that shit the second time she made a run for the bathroom to throw up and that quick Xmas was forgotten and wedding planning was in full swing.

That night when we went to bed you’d think her life was over. She was afraid that she wouldn’t be able to teach with a baby onboard, but some quick research soon put her mind at rest. I did some quick talking and pretty soon she was riding my dick and all was forgiven.

Of course that wasn’t the end of it. But because I was so excited, she soon followed suit and it only took her until the new year to lose the hunted look from her face.

Every morning we jumped on the rollercoaster in her head until she calmed the hell down and then life went on. Meanwhile I was looking forward to her gaining weight so that I didn’t have to fret every time she walked out the door. The struggle is real.

Of course with my luck she fucking glowed and was even more beautiful and I was giving serious thought to becoming her personal bodyguard.


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