Bonded with Ezra (Love Unaccounted #3)

by Love Belvin

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“This is why only I can touch this pussy. It’s why it belongs to me. You can’t do what I can do with it.”

“Don’t touch your pussy again without my knowledge or guidance.”

With my chin resting in my upturned palm, I observed her unkempt morning glory. Even lacking graciousness and feminine refinement, she was captivating. The most enchanting woman I’d ever encountered.

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She’d been worth the adjustments. She humbled me, pushed me past my limits, and challenged me.

What Bishop did was outlined his family and I wasn’t a part of that for him. I

The decision had been made for me. Our hotel rendezvous was over. It was time for me to return to the house. Our home.

“Dun’t ever mek a next gyal wash yuh man’s drawers, yuhnuh!”

Ezra was in pain—in the throes of mourning, and he prayed.

“Sure. I’d be happy to. Anything else you need… Anything. Just let me know, E.”

“Bear with me,” he whispered.

The man was in obvious distress, though holding it together, and Precious thought it appropriate to play public relations relief.

Today, I would live in the present of my fortune. I would relish the moment gifted with my loved one.

“And so are you, beloved. You’re the gift I vow to never neglect.”

“We’ve been down this road. We’re past the trust issue in the water. And I hope we’ve conquered it in our marriage. I, for one, trust you to a degree I’ve never dared relying on anyone in life. As much as I’ve been negligent of your essential needs, I’d like to think for some miraculous reason, you trust me implicitly as well. Am I correct in that assumption, Alexis?”

“I am sorry for being so narrowly focused in my pursuit of you,” he whispered painfully in my ear. “I never questioned our compatibility or the equity in our salvation. I would like to baptize you this morning, if that’s okay with you.”

In Christianity, there is a doctrine of the Trinity: the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. God is of all three entities, and all three are of distinct traits. In other words, they are all key in our journey here on earth—or simply, in life. The Father is the Creator, the Son is the Savior, and the Holy Spirit is the Counselor and Comforter.

“Congratulations on your salvation, beloved,” he rasped, peace beaming from his eyes. “I look forward to rejoicing with you in heaven for eternity.”

He lost his smile. “I know you do, beloved. And I need it. I need you.”

“Please don’t tell me after all this time in there, you’ve come to the conclusion of leaving me.” We both swallowed involuntarily. “Because, Alexis, I can’t survive you leaving me. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not next year. You are it for me. I need you. I’ll do whatever I have to do: retrain my mind…work with you to restore whatever it is in you that I’ve broken…your faith in me so you can see that I can change to be better for you. Just. Don’t. Leave. Me.”

“Alexis, has it ever occurred to you that it is that very pride that appeals to not my eyes or heart, but my soul and spirit? It’s not been all about sex or my…dark predilections with you. I just need a rock. And you are so much that granite that balances me. Undoubtedly, there were times when I tried to break that inner strength to mold you to my liking, because I didn’t understand it, but I learned very early in our relationship that it was impossible. There’s a fire inside you I cannot put out, and I’ve secretly admired it…kept it to myself.”

“A bond,” he rasped. “I want to bond with you. Forever meld my soul to yours. Because I never want to know what life is like without that fire. Your fire. I need that inner strength you possess to survive. I have this ministry, this job. I have to do this ministry—it’s my calling. You are the ultimate helpmate that can help me carry out this charge and flourish. I don’t want to just survive in life. I want to thrive. I’ve told you many times before, you’re it for me, Alexis. My motives may have been misplaced when we made covenant, but you on your own merit have made an impression on me I could never do without. I just need to bond with you.”

But I wanted it with him. We had covenant, I loved him, and was deeply in love with him. I wouldn’t refuse being bonded. With Ezra…and the beast.

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When he learned the truth, I knew there would be hell to pay. No one liked being lied to. It was plain wrong.

All of these attributes mostly reflected how he was with me. I was like his damn teddy bear that he was emotionally dependent on in his underdeveloped mind.

Girl TELL THAT MAN!!!

This was the difficult part in totally submitting to her: I had to tune into my wife, not just gauge her moods and emotional needs. I essentially had to decipher them. Identify what they were, what they meant to her, and try to address them. How could I express this to her? “I want to meet your needs and can only be better at it if you share them with me. Could you do that?”

I peered directly into her swelling eyes. “Beloved, you do know I belong to you…I’m committed to you in every sense. That there is nothing—short of turning my back on my Creator—that I wouldn’t do to keep you safe and happy with me. It’s a term in our bond. You understand this, correct?”

Her vulnerability gave me a vision of the young Harlem girl no one protected beyond their own ego in a street fight. The little one who covered everyone around with no reciprocity. Here was the dark, tall, skinny girl who needed security and assurance. She had it with me, and always would. She was mine. We were bonded.

Was this Ezra? Ezra-fucking-Carmichael, calling in the middle of the day for no reason at all and offering to cater to me?

In the days since, I realized Ezra stepped up for me in a manner I thought my father should have all my life. He was willing to lose it all for me. Simply to protect me.

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My issue was the secrecy. The ultimate lie. That was not covenant. I was new to it, but I suspected it wasn’t a component of being ‘in love’ either. It certainly had no place in our bond.

He alleged the religion taught to black slaves from white supremacists was the biggest trick on a strong indigenous people ever played. He believed many leaders of the church didn’t have the intelligence to seek education rather preach a third handed religion. That was until he met me.

And that’s when the tears fell, clouding my vision as I turned my back on the first man I ever loved and the last I would allow to use me.

It was almost as though he accused me of hiding it purposely all the time he was trying to win me back. The time he realized he was in love with me.

Excuse you did!!!

She’s my everything.

“I guess what this seasoned, single, de-coupled fool is saying is, it doesn’t matter the origin of her induction to your life, the purpose of her nature is the same. She’s yours to cherish. She adores you—clearly primed for your leadership, care, and partnership. Honor your gift, sir.”

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I wanted to punish her for being so alluring and deceptive. For making me fall in love with her to the point of losing control of myself, my moods, my desires, my life.

“Not yet,” I provided. “I’m not ready for the touching of the belly.”

“I do,” I admitted while grabbing our leftovers bag. “I just don’t want to share the feel of your body with anyone.” I tried to keep my tone pleasant.

“But people like to feel pregnant bellies. It’s a…thing.”

“Not mine.” I smiled tightly and dismissively. “And not for...

“You are mine. Everything about you, down to the baby you’re carrying. I will not have people who are not spiritually cleared by me touching you. You’d do well to practice the same in my absence, beloved.”

“I didn’t think I needed to call ahead to visit my son’s home.”

Well now you know bitch

“This is Dr. Amare Williams, a clinical psychologist, community activist, and long-time friend.” Alexis cracked a polite smile I could tell was forced, but courteous. “Dr. Amare, this is my aesthetically pleasing, mentally and emotionally stimulating wife, Alexis.”

You can’t command change for the masses when you’re lacking in an apparent area. Spending years in school, his focus had been his various degrees. He neglected his body in the process.

“I can tell by the increase of secretion or dryness of your pussy if you’re with me or not. I see it all, kitten. I know when there’s something in the air—”