Chapter 41

I moaned in delight, "This is so good." I whispered and took another bite of my lobster's tail. Valdo was watching me eat with a smile on his face, but I didn't care. This was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten in my life, and the buttery sauce just made it even better.

Valdo lifted his hands in the air and started air writing. I frowned at him. "What are you doing?" I asked with my mouth full.

"Making a mental note of what you like to eat so when you get angry at me, I know what to buy to make you happy again." I smiled, then continued chewing. I don't think I could ever be angry with him. He was too much of a sweetheart, but his gesture was sweet.

When my mouth was cleared, I spoke up, "I'll never get angry at you."

He chuckled, "Oh, you will. Even the happiest of couples have their problems; we're no different."

"Kevin and Hannah seem okay." They were completely in love with each other, and they have never looked miserable whenever I'm around them.

Valdo laughed, "They love each other very much. He's still a ruthless businessman, and she has an independent soul, sometimes they don't agree on things, well most times actually. They don't fight over it, but you can also sense the tension between them."

I shrugged. I've never noticed tension around them before, but I was just getting to know them, and Valdo has known then for years. "Well, I guess it's normal for couples to have disagreements. We haven't had our first one yet."

"Hopefully we never have to argue about who gets to drive or who gets the bigger slice of a cake."

"I can't drive so you'll always be the one driving, and you have diabetes, so I'll always get the bigger slice of the cake," I answered with a grin.

"Now that we've got that cleared. There are still so many things I don't know about you, my dear wife."

"What do you want to know?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Everything."

I smiled. No one ever cared enough about me to want to know everything. I wasn't even that exciting anyway, but Valdo wanted to know, I'd tell him. "We can start with a few questions."

"Okay, Would you rather eat Asain cuisine or French cuisine?" He asked as he used his fork to play around his plate, his eyes on me.

"Asain. Definitely Asian minus the sushi." I've only had French cuisine once, but it was no comparison to the Chinese Fried Rice. "You?"

"Asian. I love Lo Mien, especially when there is a combination of different meats in it."

"I've never had Lo Mien before." My mother used to buy Chinese food every Friday; she'd buy the fried rice for me and Lo Mien for herself. I hated seeing the dark sauced noodles, they reminded me of worms, and so I was never brave enough to eat it.

"When we get back to New York City, I'm going to bring you to a little restaurant in China Town, and it's going to take your breath away, literally."

I smiled, "I can't wait." I looked over at his plate, and his dish still had plenty of food left in it. "We should continue eating before the food gets cold."

I looked down at his plate, "Great idea. We can continue this conversation while we wait for dessert."

I rubbed my hands together in excitement. "I can't wait to see the dessert menu."

He smiled, "You can order as much dessert as you want. You deserve it after last night's performance.

I blushed and looked down at my plate.

God, why did you give this man the ability to make my insides turn with just his words?

It didn't take us long to finish what was left of our meals. When we were finished, the waiter came and took our empty plates away.

Valdo smiled up at me, "How was it?"

"Did you not hear me moaning about how good it was?" I had Lobster Tails with garlic butter, mashed potatoes and a fruit cocktail and Valdo ordered Shimp Pasta and apple vodka.

"Oh, I heard you moaning but my mind was on something else."

I blushed, "You were never this outspoken when we just met."

"I had to get to know you better before I exposed the naughty me. I didn't want you running for the hills."

"What makes you think I won't run for the hills now?"

"You've got a ring on your finger. I think that's strong enough reason."

"Many women run away from their husband."

"Are you going to run away from me?" he asked with a pout.

I grinned. "Never." I placed my hands over his and ran my hand across his wedding ring. "You're bound to me as long as you want to be." I know Valdo had only married me to secure a future for Jamaica. So if he ever wanted to leave the marriage, I would set him free. It would break me to pieces, but I'd do it.

"Forever?"

I stared into his beautiful eyes, "Forever is a long time to be stuck with a person like me."

"A person like you?" he asked with a frown.

"Boring, no life experience. I might even be bad in bed."

"We all know that's a lie." He moved closer to me and whispered. "You're exquisite in bed. Responsive, Sexy and irresistible. I can't wait for you to become mines completely."

His whispered caused a shiver to run through me. "So what are you waiting for you?"

He shrugged, "I want you to get familiar to my body, my touches. I was hoping you could get familiar with your body's reaction to mine. Have no doubt. I want you very, very much."

"Then have me. Tonight." I turn and look around the restaurant in search of our waiter. I couldn't find her, so I look back at Valdo, "We can skip dessert."

He groaned, "You're such a temptress, and I'd love to devour you, but it's only a few minutes past eight. Let's enjoy the dessert, and then later we enjoy each other. We have all the time in the world." He removed his hands from me and looked down at the dessert menu. "I think I want the Chocolate ice-cream and strawberry cheesecake." he looked up at me, his blue eyes twinkling. "What do you want?"

I sighed, "You, but I'll settle for Cookies and Cream Ice-cream and cheesecake."

"Good choices. You can have all of them, in due time, that is."

By the time the waiter served us, sexual frustration was killing me. I had to cross my legs tightly. Valdo didn't even seem to notice. He took his gentle time, taking small scoops of ice-cream at a time. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was deliberately trying to tempt me.

"If you continue looking at me like that your ice-cream is going to melt."

I looked down at my ice-cream that was slowly melting. It looked amazing, and I didn't want to waste it because it cost over ten dollars. I pushed my spoon in the bowl, then lifted it to my lips.

I moaned, intentionally. "This is good." I look up at Valdo to see his reaction, and he was smiling down at the bowl.

"Mhmm..so good." I murmured. I removed the spoon from my lips then ran my tongue over it slowly. I bit my lips and placed the spoon back in the container. I played around for a while then took another bite into the cold goodness. "Wow, this is the real meaning of pleasure."

Valdo lifted his hands and called over the waiter. I smirked, knowing my plan worked.

"Could we get these packed up, please? We'd like to leave now."

She nodded, "Sure. I'll go for the containers and your bill" then she turned, leaving us alone again.

I looked at Valdo and smirk, "I thought we had all the time in the world?"

He looked at me with passion in his eyes, "Don't tempt me, woman."

I chuckled, "I wouldn't dare."

The waiter came back with the containers for us. Valdo and I quickly placed our ice-cream and cake in them. He took out his wallet and placed two hundred dollars in the cheque book.

"Keep the change," he said to the waiter then stood up. I followed suit, extremely happy that he was giving in to the burning desires.

We were back at the hotel in less than twenty minutes.

As soon as the door shut behind us, Valdo gathered me up in his arms and pressed his lips to mine. He gently laid me on the bed and started kissing me slowly and tenderly yet hot as hell.

"You shouldn't tempt a man like that in public." I moved his lips from my mine and placed it on my neck

I giggled, "You managed to control yourself."

"Barely." As he kissed my neck, I couldn't help but moan. "Music to my ears," he whispered then suddenly my cellphone started ringing.

"Ignore it." I did but instead of stopping on the first ring, it continued.

I sighed, "Whoever it is, they don't seem like giving up."

Valdo groaned.

We reluctantly pulled away. I lifted my bag off the ground and took the cellphone from it. "It's my mom."

I frowned and answered the phone with concern and fear running through me. I placed the call on speaker, "Hey, mom. How are you? Is everything okay? Is Jamaica okay?" I spoke to my mother an hour before our date, and everything was okay, so why was she calling when she knew we were on a date."

"I'm okay. Jamaica is okay. Eric is okay."

I frowned, "So, what's up?"

"William is in New York. He came by the apartment a few minutes ago. Thank God, Eric was here. I don't know what he would have done if I had been alone. He's dangerous Jacky. He's lost his mine. I don't want to break up your honeymoon, but I need you here. We need to find a way to get him out of our lives. Please come home."

I looked, and Valdo in silence as tears ran down my face. Why was William behaving like this? Why couldn't he just give up?

Valdo took the phone from my hands, "We'll be home before the day ends, Gizelle. Stay safe. Eric will protect you. Goodnight." he hung up to phone then pulled me in a hug. "It's going to be okay. He won't hurt you, and he definitely won't get the chance to hurt Jamaica."

"What if..What if..."

"Shh..he won't hurt you. Not over my dead body."