In Love with Ezra (Love Unaccounted #2)

by Love Belvin

“Thanks be unto God for this unspeakable gift,” then kissing my cheek.

Congratulations on your new employment. You finished the race and kept the faith. Your doting husband,

I cupped my face as I sputtered a laugh at the word doting. Ezra doting? Absolutely not. Then it hit me. Holy shit! Ezra sent me flowers!

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😡😡

And just when I thought I’d had my most powerful orgasms with Ezra, I saw how wrong I was. It was a high that was astronomic; I saw fucking stars, felt the sun…kissed the moon.

“Why did you change your schedule for me, Ezra?” I whispered so softly, I could barely hear myself.

“Because you belong to me, kitten.” He exhaled, and I could sense his exhaustion. “And I’d like to keep it that way.”

“If you can promise to miss me with that sharing husband bullshit”—her eyes ballooned—“I can promise to keep an open mind about getting to know you and not shutting you out of the one clear avenue you’re pursuing to get to know him.” I regarded her sternly.

Revelations 21:3 says, “And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God.”

God designed our beings—human kind—in three states, similar to the courts: body, mind, and soul—I Thessalonian 5:23 talks about the sanctification of the three. Our spirit is the most holy place where He dwells privately. It is from there we hear Him, feel Him, and are guided by Him, unlike our flesh—body. That’s driven by carnal forces. Or our minds that can be swayed by things that are not of Him. And our hearts…” Ezra snickered as he shook his head. “Jeremiah 17:9 tells us, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?”” He shrugged. “It is simply how he created us, with a delicate balance. I can go further into that again, but here is princesa preciosa!” Ezra announced in a pitch I’d never heard from him.

“Alexis and I have a unique agreement that doesn’t include children.”

I considered how much I’d missed Alexis. We’d been cordial over the past few days, but I created an opaque barrier that gave her limited access to my grace. It was exhausting but a part of her training. Abstaining from her put a hardship on me. Sleeping next to her warm curves at night was an act of discipline.

I hadn’t shared with her my decision to have Precious take some time off of work.

Time off?? Bawww she need to be fired

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“With that being said, beloved, you will never confront me in a violent manner. In fact, you will not accuse me of something you cannot prove. We are one. We address turmoil with a high degree of respect. Nothing less will be tolerated. Is that understood?”

The power she held over me was heady. I questioned once again my proper guidance in her leading.

Raheem DeVaughn. Pink Crushed Velvet

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nadir.

mewled.

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I couldn’t allow Alexis to bait me with lofty expectations of a traditional romance.

disproportionately

tarried

He had still presented as the selfish, directionless leach he’d been to Alexis all of her adult years.

I could say the cause was pride, but I’d experienced pride with my beloved and it came with a different physiological response. This was something else, unidentified. The monogram was not just of my initials, it was of ours: E&LCarmichael. “Covenant,” I read underneath our initials.

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I didn’t exactly wait up for her. I stalled dinner as much as I could after holing up in my office and taking to the dining room alone to eat. After which I settled in the kitchen, and retrieved my tablet from my office to read in the living room.

I would even consider him to be the King of R&B because you must sell your soul to achieve such a title and create the musical legacy he’s been able to. I knew this from firsthand experience: those who are called to the greatest works are the most sought after by the enemy.

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Lord, I bless You for Brother Robert’s unspeakable gift…

😂😂

She’d caught my reaction to her provocative appearance. Nyree was beautiful by most standards, but she would never suit me. Though her body was appealing, she could not tempt me. Her insecurities led her into the room. She hung her coat on my coat rack and took a seat in front of my desk.

I snorted. “Again, Nyree, I doubt you can tell me anything I don’t already know about my wife.” My brows furrowed. “Except for one question: what attracted you to her? What had you ever seen in her that made you want to be friends?” I sat up in my chair, resting my elbows on the desk. “As you pointed out, she doesn’t come from money and has no relatives of influence. So why, after all these years of knowing a second-class citizen have you remained friends with her to the point of asking her to stand with you in your wedding? It’s truly perplexing.” I pulled at the fine hairs of my beard. “Unless, it’s that, like me, you don’t see poor. You don’t see ghetto and legacy-less when you experience Alexis. You see pride, survival instincts, intelligence surpassing street smarts, compassion, and a beautiful heart. Those attributes could be your only draw to her dismal world.”

“Nyree, you may, after all these years, be confounded as to why you’ve remained connected to my beloved, but I am not—for you or me. For you, it’s because she possesses all of those qualities you should have, given all the resources you’ve been afforded coming up as a child of affluence.

And for me, it’s simply that I find her incredibly attractive and accomplished considering the raw hand she was dealt as a child. I admire the decisions she’s made to create a better life for herself, considering what she wasn’t given. She didn’t look at your snobbish, narcissistic, and bitter persona and get defeated. Alexis fought against the odds and wound up a professional, who could hold an impressive job for almost a decade, an educated woman from a broken home with dual degrees, married to a man who provides her a security that the money the vicious hound in you can’t buy. She has a home, property, a job in leadership, and a man she doesn’t have to sleep next to with one eye open. That’s pretty impressive for a girl from Harlem, who lost a mother with mental health issues and a father, who has been more committed to the penal system than he ever has to her.”

I rubbed my mustache. “It’s hard not understanding how someone that came from less than you have could garner a more impressive life than you’re ...

attempting to wreak havoc on my marriage, something you hold no power over. She’s mine forever, in spite of her working at a strip club, being parentless, fighting to survive.

“You only know the mask he wears for you. There’s levels to this. As his wife, I know. Don’t come for me again, Precious. I let you and adulteress Marva play me once. You won’t get that opportunity again. You don’t know the real Ezra Travois Carmichael.”

No matter how much Ezra had trained my body, in my heart, I had my answer from earlier. All of my work of having him see me as more than his sandbox partner had been in vain.

licentious

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“Did you make a wish?” she asked merrily.

“No need. It’s bending over me,” I answered casually. It was true. She was my gift.

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My back arched and body tensed as I released pieces of me blasting into the only receptacle I desired. The one I craved. The one I owned. Alexis’ body was made for me. I felt this down to my tingled toes as I collapsed behind her onto the mattress, unable to utter a word for a spell of time.

That’s how God works. There was never a day I hadn’t presented thanks to Him for her.

“Alexis will be my wife until one of us leaves this earth or there is nothing in my power to keep her from leaving me,” Ezra stated in no uncertain terms.

“I married you for eternity, Alexis. Till death—I meant that. My pairing with you was very much deliberate. This is it for me.”

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She’s mine to desire. Mine to seduce. Mine to debauch. Mine to rebuild anew. My gift. My covenant.