Marquise

“You fucking slut. My son would be better off without a whore for a mother.” he said to her, as his hand was around her neck. I watched from behind the staircase, scared for them to know I was home. “Did you like fucking Terrence more than me? Huh? Did he make you come?”

I can only guess that it being his best friend affected him more than the other men. Even though he made her. She shook her head vigorously, trying to get him to understand. He slapped her around and kicked her in her stomach. So many times, I wanted to go and try to stop him, but I was a little boy and terrified. I have carried the guilt of doing nothing for so long. It went on for I don't know how long and figured it would end like all the rest. Him picking her up and kissing her. Apologizing and explaining that it drives him out of his mind to see another man touch her because he loves her so much and she would accept all of that. What I didn't expect was for him to pull out a gun and shoot her in cold blood.”

“My God, Marquise. I... am s… so sorry.” she barely chokes out as she cries for the little boy, who at that moment seizes to exist. “I became someone else that day. Someone who resisted and pushed away connections, until I met my brothers.”

“It wasn’t until I was eighteen and looked up the case file out of curiosity to see whatever happened to him, that I found out my mom was sixteen weeks pregnant at the time. Prison psychologist speculated that the pregnancy is what sent him over the edge. Not knowing whose baby, it was, perhaps. So, you see, Goddess, I have that monster inside of me. You should walk away, though I don’t know that I could let you. The things I want to do to you are not all sweet and roses, Chrissy. I am like the very person that took my childhood from me.”

“Shhh… Look at me, Quise. I get it now. Now I know why you won’t say you love me.” she kisses me, but I move her back. Her words resonate through me.

“What did you say?”

“I said, I now understand.”

“I tell you I love you all the time, Chrissy.” she looks at me, sadness covering her face.

“No, Marquise. I tell YOU all the time. You have not said it to me once.” my mind can’t comprehend what she is saying.

“Are you saying that all this time I thought I was saying it out loud, it has only been in my head?”

“Wh-what are you trying to say?” she says, hope emanating from her voice.

“I fucking love you so much, Chrissy. I fucked up. I thought I was telling you because I have been thinking about it so much. Somehow, I lost track of the fact that it wasn’t being said to you. Jesus, baby. What you must have felt. I love you. I love you. I love you.” I say it over and over, kissing and licking her tears as they fall. “Please don’t walk away. I know what I told you is scary, but I swear I will never hurt you. I will learn to control that part of me…” I don’t get a chance to finish before she is up and off my lap. My initial reaction is panic, thinking she is going to walk away. Instead, I watch, as she takes off her shirt, bra, pants, and panties. Her eyes are leaking tears the whole time. When she is finally stripped bare, she stands there with her arms open and breaks the last of my guards.

“I love you so much it scares me, Marquise. What would I do if you ever decided I am not what you need? But the truth is I am yours, Daddy. To do with as you please.” my cock certainly likes that answer.

I get up and strip myself, salivating at the perfection before me. Gesturing for her to come to me, she does, and I place her on top of me. Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out the three-carat cushion cut diamond ring I bought for her the day after the first time I saw her. I place it on her finger with no question asked. Right then and there, I finally have silence in my head. Time to fill it with the sound of her screaming my name.Chapter TwentyChrissySix Weeks LaterStanding on a raised platform, I stare at myself in the mirror. This is the final dress fitting for my wedding. A day I can't wait for. The big day is a little less than three months away, and my excitement has made me stress-eat any and everything I can get my hands on. While I am glad, we are doing the big wedding thing, I'd be happy at the courthouse with a couple of witnesses and a judge. But Marquise helped me see that this is a better expression of our love.