316 The way to a woman’s heart
She debated asking her and changed her mind almost instantly. If Natalie had anything to hide, she would be more cautious if she knew she had just said something suspicious.
If she had nothing to hide, she would not take the confrontation kindly. Not after the mean things Ximena had just said to her. She would feel betrayed. Hell, it was already betrayal that she was even questioning her.
But again, the worst mistake was to trust anyone compleyely. It didn’t matter how perfect they were, trusting someone completely was setting oneself up for disappointment.
Natalie’s phone rang and saved her from the awkward silence that was starting to build.
“It’s Devonte,” she stated, holding her ringing phone up. “I’ll take this.”
Devonte had not joined them on their hair raising adventure, since his schedule was too crazy for him to leave and he couldn’t take two days off for the same reason. He had reserved the wedding slot for the real one.
However, knowing what they had planned, it made sense that he was so anxious to hear from Natalie.
“Babe, thank God.” He let out a sigh when she answered the call.
“Were you worried about me?” She asked, chuckling slightly.
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“Are you kidding me? You are my whole life and you were out there facing heaven-knows-who in a fight that didn’t have to be fought if you guys involved the police. Of course I wasn’t worried at all!”
She laughed at his sarcasm. “I missed you too.”
“Do you still have things to do over there?” He asked.
She turned with the phone still in hand and wanted to stay to help Zaria, but then she remembered the fight a moment ago. “No.”
“Good. Because I want to be with you tonight.”
For the first time, she smiled. “I want that too. Hold on, I’ll say my goodbyes then I’ll be on my way.”
She ended the call and found Desmond, who was engrossed in a talk with the doctor and Lucy. Maybe he was shocked from the day’s events, or maybe he had listened to whatever Ximena had to say about her and was starting to rethink his decision to trust her completely. Whatever it was, Desmond was acting different.
She took deep breaths and decided to pretend it was about the shock he had sufered from nearly losing his fiancée.
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As soon as the door opened to Devonte’s apartment, the scent of roses filled her nostrils as well as the aroma of something cooking in the kitchen.
Her eyes widened in surprise. She knew Devonte would be waiting for her but she didn’t expect a romantic gesture. But now that she thought about it, her man always knew what to do to make her feel better.
She picked up the bouquet on the table and sniffed it, making a card fall out from between the petals. She picked it up and opened it, wondering why he needed to leave a card when he was in the house too. Nevertheless, she read the words written in his messy handwriting.
[I know you must be tired and hungry, which is why I ran your bath and I’m cooking your favorite meal for dinner. Get in there and soak up in the bliss of the bath bomb you like the most. When you are done, change into anything you like—my t-shirt will be fine. No panties allowed.]
She chuckled and was about to go to the kitchen to thank him when she caught sight of more writing at the back. She turned it over and found a reason not to find him.
[We both know what my favorite dinner is—you. Don’t come to the kitchen unless you want me to forget all about your food and have mine on the kitchen counter. Unless you want to have nothing to eat, steer away from the kitchen.]
Did he have to be so dramatic? She laughed and folded the note then she decided to take that bath after all. She needed it and the food as well.
She nearly fell asleep from the warmth and relief of having her skin soothed after such a tedius day. When she got out of the bathroom, she raided his closet for a t-shit and found a black one with the planet Jupiter printed on its back and a J in his handwriting beneath it. It had been designed by his fandom and was her favorite since—obviously—she was his biggest fan.
However, it was only long enough to cover an inch or two below her butt. Which meant it didn’t leave much to the imagination. As expected, Devonte nearly went crazy when she entered the kitchen.
“Fuck! You are going to drive me crazy.” His eyes lingered on her. He was glad he had already finished cooking because looking at her, there wasn’t anything else he wanted to do.
He pulled his giggling girlfriend who knew what she was doing wearing his shortest t-shirt and swept her off the floor. She was softer than she looked and smelled like the jasmine shampoo she had used to wash her hair.
He took a long sniff. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give to feel her in his arms every day. And to think he had stupidly given up on them. That was the one mistake he would never forgive himself for.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on his past mistakes. He had more important things to do—like have a taste of what he had been craving all day. Without any warning, he parted her legs, groaning in satisfaction at the fact that she had obeyed him and not worn any panties, then he buried his head between her legs.
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After making her come twice with his skillful tongue, Devonte finally let her off in favor of feeding her.
“Someone’s getting better in the kitchen.” She remarked when she tasted the perfectly spiced air-fried chicken. It wasn’t difficult to make, but in the past he somehow always ended up messing everyting up.
“I heard the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to win my heart. You won it years ago.” She winked. “Besides, we both know what the way to my heart is and it has more to do with your mouth than my stomach.”
She squeezed her legs together at the thought of how intensely he had made her come earlier. If she wasn’t so hungry that her stomach growled, she would never have wanted him to stop. Looking at his expression, he had every intention of resuming what he had started as soon as they had eaten.
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Devonte had gone all the way with the date experience he wanted to give her. After their dinner, they sat on the common room couch with a blanket covering them as he navigated Netflix for a movie worth watching.
Knowing that they would end up trying to select a movie for the next half hour, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t look too well.”
She shook her head. She didn’t have to pretend to be alright with him. “It’s just…Nathaniel pulled a smart one on us. And somehow everyone thinks I double-crossed them.”
He scoffed. “Did they only meet you today?” When she shrugged, he realized she didn’t want to talk about it. “Well, I can make you forget all about them, just for tonight.”
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