Bonded with Ezra (Love Unaccounted #3)

by Love Belvin

“What’s the use of having you if this could be possible?” His brows met at that jab. Then his open hands flew in the air. “Look. I understood full well at the beginning of this venture, you didn’t hold the formal qualifications of a therapist, but I’d also researched you, and spoke extensively with your relatives.”

Honey Ezra is going through it! 😂😂😂

“You heard what I said. Ezra, I respect you…actually like you a lot, but the moment you come into my place, throwing around your imposing weight, that could all come to an end. I’m overseer here. I’m boss here. I’m leader in this place. You are a client, needing my services. Do you get where this is going?”

Tell him Love!

“Ezra, don’t fool yourself. My specialty is broken people, bringing them to a place where they can experience healthy, long-lasting romantic love. You’re kidding yourself if you think many of my contemporaries would be prepared to take you on. Many of them do the cutesy couples with minor flaws that makes for a plot, and have them live happily ever after. I take on the impossibly companionable, and work on their internal individual issues many would deem irrevocable.”

“Who said Lex was the broken one of the two?”

Ezra, your wife is in the same category as your cleaner’s guy, mechanic, your dentist, and me, a virtual stranger to you. Nothing or no one else is inside this box, not even your parents. Marriage doesn’t work this way. She needs to be in here with you. She’s your partner, not a tool sent for your one-sided pleasure.”

the choice is yours, sir.”

Hehe not you using sir!

Ezra’s head swung up, his nose scrunched in disgust. I tossed my head back and cracked up.

“See! That doesn’t even have the same appeal as when she says it.” I ...

“Let me assure you, no one has the same appeal as t...

“She’s doing what you’ve resented me for not doing all these years. She’s putting her foot down.”

That’s EXACTLY what she’s doing!

“Ezra, you are my child! My joy, my headache, my heartache! I know it was you who ran that girl away!”

“You think that’s what I’m expecting? I may have driven all the way out here to see about you two, but I ain’t so foolish to believe you’re going to give me an ounce of detail that would begin to make sense of the strange man you are.”

“I made you. I may not get you, but I know the good stock that’s in you. I know you’re more of Bishop Travois Daniels than you are Bishop Sylvester Carmichael.”

Me working with Alexis on the trauma from her attack. I’d never considered it, because I hadn’t known it was still an issue. Because you didn’t care to assess it.

I objectified my gift. I’d never looked at Alexis as a wife. I’d only looked past her, to God for delivering His end of the bargain. I took the gift and ran, so to speak. I viewed her as a blossomed flower, instead of a seed needing to be watered and properly nurtured to grow.

Quite often in life, we have to temper our flesh to receive what God has for us. It’s in our control and therefore must be our decided execution. Sometimes, we have to take our hands off the matter, simply stretch them to the heavens, and say, “Amen.”

Nobody knew mi had a baby in mi belly. Mi sister married him and came to follow me. They found me and saw de growing belly. He was angry…told her de truth. Said he wanted to be wit me and iz baby. But she nuh want to part fram him. She threatened to tell mi parents. We dun’t want to shame de families. I was in school, by mi self—no man. No help. No money from back home. Mi sister was evil!” she cried.

Wait. Is this what I think this is???!!!!!

I dun’t tink about me heart. I only used mi head back den. Mi gave dem mi baby.”

Lillian is her daughter??!!!!

“You so quiet all the time.” She shifted her meaty weight from hip to hip while playing with her fingers. “I be wanting to talk to you, to see if you need stuff, but you…”

Whew chile the thirst

“What I mean is you need to loosen up. I know you’re going through with your marriage ending, but it may have helped for you to be nice to her. I’m sure you could use the distraction right about now.”

I can’t stand this heffa

“Precious, I can understand what you’re used to when it comes to pastoral conduct and infidelity, but you should know better than to think I’m about those games.”

Cacao legs… Dilated eyes when I’m explaining my morning sermon at her request… Full lips, a pounding chest at my touch… Round mounds spread, awaiting my ministrations… Timid vocal chords when asking to be taught how to pray… “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU STUPID, CONTROLLING, SOCIOPATHIC SON OF A BITCH!”

This was unusual for me. I never got sick and hoped it wasn’t the flu. Couldn’t have been: I was too damn hungry.

Girl you’re pregnant

“This haven you’ve nestled your ‘woe is me’ broken spirit in is being underwritten by me.”

Whoaaaaaa Ezra

“Listen, Mary, I’m starting to like you, but I could never respect the way you handle your own marriage. Leave mine to me.

“Yeah. Just came from a run. I didn’t know if you’d actually come this time.”

Dang!

“Happiness is a fleeting state of mind. Holiness is a long-term goal that leads to everlasting life.”

Then to add insult to injury, I was carrying his baby—his unwanted baby.

Girl he wants a baby with you. If you would just tell him then you could find that out!

My cock lurched.

🤮🤮🤮

“I do love you—dearly.”

“I am loving you like you do me right now. This is me, Alexis. Wide open. No façades. No masks. No guises. It is me. With you. In this moment. Melting into your loving spirit. Needing it.”

“Hey…” He lifted my chin with his index finger. His nose rubbed against mine affectionately. “We’re in this together. I push, but I also protect. I’ll never expose you.”

“I know you have the upper hand in this, but please don’t needle the beast, beloved. I am having a time trying to extinguish him from my existence for the sake of our marriage.”

I felt his hand raise and graze over my belly. At first, I thought it was an accidental touch until his full palm caressed my flat abdomen.

Bruh!!!! This is the perfect opportunity to tell him!

“You ever feel your pussy quiver?” I shook my head, barely able to breath. His fingers were still playing at my sensitive nipple. “Well then, my kitten, you’ve not fully masturbated. You have to feel what my cock does when you come around it.”

“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 what he’d just demonstrated how could I argue? Yes, it was my body, but with him, it experienced more pleasure and at a better quality than I could ever produce on my own. I was convinced.

“And I am your wife.” I began toward him until our toes were inches away and I could smell him. He could smell me. “The woman who’s responsible for your well-being when their eyes are only on the tasks you assign them. My welfare is tied to your strength. You are not at your best after having lost your mother and unexpectedly. I belong to you, Ezra?”

“Well, damn it, you belong to me, too, and I will not have you breaking down because nobody had the wisdom to give you a break or the balls to tell you, you need it.”

My hand went to touch my stomach, but held suspended in the air. This would not be how I told him.

I’m over this secret baby

I thought about how tonight would be a good time to tell Ezra about the pregnancy.

After the baptism would’ve been perfect too. You’ve had SO many chances!

“I ain’t got time to explain to this bitch how you told me she would be ya pay off. You said she was rich. She ‘on’t look like shit to me.”

Lawdddd not her daddy using her as ransom money!

“Listen to him, lil bitch.” The guy shook his head. “This some real beef. Bigger than that bet he lost to Artie—rest in peace to the O.G. Nah, this a real boss up in the pen. Rasul roughed up the lil homey, Young Killa, because he lost a bet to him. That’s the god’s seed, ya heard?”

Omgggggg what???!!!!

Apparently, the man who led the attack, had done so as payment from a bet he won in prison. Against Rasul.

For this particular one, the wager was his daughter, Alexis. As sick as it sounds, these men bet on livestock, and the victim in this instance was my gift.

As long as he was alive, she wouldn’t be safe. Never bet on a man who bets on his innocent children.

“Trinity…” My eyes ballooned and heart burst painfully. He safeworded.

Omggggggggggg

“During our first conversation about your sexual history, I told you to get on birth control.”

“You kept this from me for twelve weeks.”