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The reality was bittersweet. I finally had my freedom. I was no longer stuck in a marriage of convenience.
THANK GOD!!
They had their son, and now, a daughter.
my heart💓💓💓
Things don’t define who we are or determine your value. Your car is not a determination of what your standards are.
“You said five. My goal was to take your number and double it. That’s how many times I want to make you cum.”
I fucking care more than I should and because I do, I’m making sure you understand just how irrelevant and powerless you are.
Geeshhhhh, tell her ass.
“When a man loves a woman, she’s both his strength and weakness. She holds his fate in her hands. Because she makes him weak, she has the power to destroy him. If she truly loves him, she never will. That’s a beautiful thing and I want that.”
“You’re dancing. I’ll be there to make sure no one else gets the grand idea that they can do it with you.”
“Breathe, Jhorie.” “I can’t,” she huffed and blew out a sharp exhale. “You’re killing me slowly.”
A mannnn!
She’s more than I could have ever imagined being blessed with, Ez.
“I wasn’t who she chose to give her heart to and I want to be chosen. I fucking need that shit. If I do this again, she has to choose me.”
“You’re already my weakness. I pray you can also be my strength,” he said before his mouth captured mine again while the weight of his words washed over me.
Being submissive to the wrong man had cost her years of being unappreciated and had her guards up.
“Are you in fear with me, Ezekiel Omari?” “I am.” “I’m in fear with you too.”
“Attraction. Care. Affection. Intimacy. Trust.” I kissed her between each word. “I promise to be intentional with my actions.”
“I’ll never ask for you to be with me, to love me, to appreciate me and what I have to offer. Everything I do will be for you. I will be unabashedly devoted to making you happy. The choice will always have to be yours. But if you continue to choose me? I promise to give you everything I am, everything I will ever be, everything you can even imagine. There will never be a moment of your life where you will ever question where I stand with you, how I feel, or whether I choose you. But I’ll never ask, Jhorie. I can’t. The choice will always have to be yours.”
“You son of a bitch…” “At least you know what you are,” Elias stated with amusement. His response garnered a chuckle from me.
We were celebrating our first month of marriage in a very nontraditional way—him sampling my favorite cereal—because nothing about us was traditional.
