× Amelia ×

Although I was still lost in the fog of sleep, I recognized the series of tender kisses on my face for what they were.

They beckoned me, tempting me to cross over from the land of the dead to the living. My eyes fluttered open and pale grey eyes greeted me warmly.

I always found grey eyes to be a bit cold, but the dreamy set staring back at me was anything but.

Light poured in through the curtains behind me transforming his irises into transparent glass walls.

"Good morning, my beautiful black woman," he said, a sexy smile forthcoming.

I couldn't believe that I'd had sex. Amazing sex. All night long. With my husband? Boyfriend? What the hell were we?

"Good morning to you too. I don't think I've seen you this chirpy before." I adjusted myself on the mattress until I was staring at the white ceiling, unsure what to say or do with myself the morning after.

My body ached, a delicious kind of ache that I'd never felt before. His fingerprints and palmprints felt like they were forever embedded on and under my skin.

But that wasn't all. This man's very essence was probably forming and growing inside of me right now.

"Hey, look at me," Willem demanded. When I didn't look, he placed his hand on the side of my jaw and gently turned my head toward him.

"You know we can't have a baby right now, right?" I said. "There are too many loose ends and unresolved feelings."

He let out an exasperated breath. "What feelings? You still hate me for leaving you all those years ago?"

I kept my mouth shut and it incited him to continue. "I left to take care of my son. I never meant to leave you for good. Your father did that. Not me."

"But Bradley isn't your son. Maybe it's time you stop calling him that."

I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips. This child who wasn't biologically his had cost us our marriage and it made me feel a type of way.

"I raised him like I would my own son, so he is my son," Willem said in defense. "He calls me father. Not because I asked him to but because I was there from day one. Because I care for him and love him."

"What about Sintus?" I sat up in bed, grabbing the sheets to cover my breasts.

"Sintus?" Willem spat, anger flaring behind his eyes. "I don't know what game Tessa is playing but I will find out who that man is and what the fuck he wants with my family." He paused and shook his head. "I lost you once because I put Bradley before you and you think I'm going to let some crack head unravel everything I've worked hard for?"

"But just for a moment. What if he is Bradley's father? What then?"

"There's no way Bradley isn't Pieter's son. Have you seen that boy's eyes? You didn't, but they're identical to mine. Grey eyes like that only run in this family. Tessa's eyes are green and that Sintus guy has dark eyes. Pieter had light brown eyes like my mother, but he had the genes."

"Okay, let's leave it at that then." I had decided to move forward with this relationship, so it was time I let go of what happened in the past.

And what a way to ruin everything good that happened last night, I silently scolded myself. This was not how I imagined the morning after would be like.

I was thinking more along the lines of breakfast in bed followed by intense lovemaking on top of these sheets.

Not only had I managed to upset Willem, but I'd also managed to tear open old wounds that I thought were healed. I couldn't stop thinking that maybe Willem and Tessa had somehow slept together after all and were trying to cover it up.

"Amelia, baby, I know we still have a lot to work on and through it all, I will be right here. Baby or no baby, I'm not giving up on our marriage."

Oreo jumped on the bed and I held my hand out until he rubbed his head along my arm. I smiled when he purred loudly at the attention.

I refused to acknowledge Willem's comment. I had my period over three weeks ago before I came here, so I wasn't worried sick about being pregnant. My period should be coming any day now.

Willem got out of bed, grabbed a bathrobe, and put it on before walking around to my side.

He took my hand in his, pleading with me with his eyes. "I know you didn't give up your virginity only to check out of this relationship the next morning. Tell me what's stopping you from committing so I can fix it."

I squeezed his hand. "I want to commit..."

"But?"

"I think I've wanted this for so long but now that it's here I'm worried that our baggage from the past will ruin us."

"I know just what we need to lighten the load. A fresh start and those letters from your father."

"I don't follow."

"I poured my heart and soul out in those letters and I hope they will help fill the emptiness you felt all those years you spent alone wondering what I was up to and why I'd forgotten about you."

"And the fresh start?"

"I'll deal with that later when I get back home. Right now I have to go see Bradley at the hospital and then after that, I have an important business meeting to attend. I'll try not to stay gone all day."

"And what am I supposed to do while you're gone?"

"I could arrange a tour guide to take you around the island, but you're also welcomed to join me at the hospital. Your other option is to have breakfast with the parents."

"Hospital," I said, getting out of bed. "Need to talk to Bradley's doctors about the operation."

I was about to enter the bathroom when he grabbed my arm, pulling me into his embrace. He kissed me, fusing us, his tongue licking into my mouth passionately.

My heart rate quickened with every delicious stroke of his tongue. I kissed him back with an urgency, angling my head to deepen the kiss.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," he breathed against my lips. "I really do."

I froze at his words and before I got a chance to process them, he was already walking away.

He was falling in love with me.

That was all I could think about on the drive to the hospital. Bradley's condition hadn't changed but I managed to convince his doctors to let me do the surgery. Willem promised to buy whatever equipment I needed.

"Do you have any idea how expensive medical equipment is?" I asked on the ride back home after having filed a pile of paperwork that would allow me to perform Bradley's surgery in about three weeks if everything went as planned.

"Money's not a problem. Just tell me where to sign and I'll make it happen. This machine that you need will not only help Bradley, but it will help many others after him."

He was right of course, and if we waited on the hospital funding it would be months if not years before anything was achieved.

Willem parked the car in front of the gate leading up the driveway to his house and one thing led to another. I ended up on his lap in the back seat, his erection pressing against my core.

There was a rush in my head I couldn't place, sensations crawling under my skin that were deliciously sinful and left me wanting.

Craving.

He looked up at me with the world in his eyes and I caved. This was like coming home. After having to put up a wall between us the last two weeks, I permitted myself to let my guard down.

Our lips met tentatively at first as if we were feeling each other out after our disagreement this morning.

Slowly but surely, he deepened the kiss and my body heated up. Love liquid pooled between my thighs as my heart pumped furiously to sustain my arousal.

I couldn't fully sit upright in his lap because of the low ceiling of the Chevrolet. But that wasn't a problem because I liked the way I was leaning down to kiss him just fine.

He kissed me back eagerly, a low groan of frustration escaping his mouth as he struggled to unbutton the wide-legged checkered pants I'd chosen to wear that morning.

I laughed and dropped myself on the seat next to him, kicking the pants and my underwear down my legs in a hurry.

He grabbed my legs, spreading them apart. His touch sent what felt like a bolt of lighting up my legs straight to my feminine core.

He licked his lips as if he was about to chow down his favorite meal. The first delicious rasp of his assertive tongue against my wet pussy made my head fall back on the seat.

But because I needed to see him work his magic, I sat up halfway.

Plunging my fingers into his curls, I held on for dear life as he proceeded to tantalize me with every wicked stroke of his tongue.

My moans were quiet and yet loud in the confined interior. He slipped a finger inside my wetness and my hips started dancing, pushing him deeper inside of me.

"I'll never get tired of the way you taste," he said, and I smiled at his compliment. He leaned back to unbuckle his belt and get rid of his pants.

His erection was prominent, the sight of the pink crown causing my mouth to water. I got on my knees, drawn to the glistening of moisture at the engorged tip.

I started at the base and then I left a trail of saliva on his shaft before taking the head into my mouth. I peeked up at him to see his reaction. His mouth hung slightly open with pleasure, his eyes were dark with lust.

That boosted my confidence and I went down on him pretending I was a pro at giving fellatio.

Hooking his hand under my arm, he pulled me up to kiss me, while he squeezed my breasts through my blouse. I could taste myself on his lips and I wondered if he could taste himself on mine.

"Turn around," he said gruffly.

I got on my knees and pointed my ass in the air. A moment later I felt him hard and ready, probing at my entrance.

If I wasn't slick before, I sure as hell was now, liquid pooling at the apex of my femininity.

He held my hip tightly and thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me. The sudden plunge caught me off guard and I tried to run away, but he caught me by my shoulder and pressed his hand down the middle of my back until I was perfectly arched to receive every inch of him.

Things got steamy inside the car and I was grateful for the air-conditioning. Willem held his button up shirt up against his abs with every deep stroke. The sound of my booty clapping against him every time he buried himself in me was like music to my ears.

I quivered when I came, squeezing my eyes shut as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me.

"Damn, schatje. The way you grip my cock when you come is all the incentive I need to keep making you come for the rest of my life."

He rubbed my clit as he built up to his orgasm, causing me to come for a second time before we both collapsed in the backseat.

His breath came out in shallow puffs as he leaned against the car door, his watchful grey eyes studying my face.

I smiled. "I could get used to this."

"Me too," he said. "I know it's too soon, but I was thinking maybe you could stay here. Get a job at the hospital. They could use your expertise."

I sat up and reached for my pants, which were hanging over the headrest of the front seat. Willem's pants were on the floor. I picked it up and gave it to him.

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet. My job in Curacao is still waiting on me. And My father needs me."

"Your father looks like he can take care of himself just fine. He's taken enough from us as it is. "

"He has MS."

"Whoa," Willem said while zipping up his fly. "I didn't know that."

"He told me yesterday." I looked out the window and then back at Willem. "I know you have to go to your meeting, so I won't keep you."

We said goodbye with a kiss and I got out of the car once I was fully dressed and my hair didn't look like I'd been rolling in the hay like a lovestruck teenager a matter of minutes ago.

The abrupt shift in Willem's mood followed me up the drive. He'd chosen Bradley once over our relationship and I was about to do the same thing with my father.

When were we going to learn to put each other first?

Further up the drive, I noticed a fancy red car parked at the side of the house.

I was certain that was Tessa's car. What the hell was she doing here?

Instead of going in through the front door, I decided to use the side door that led to the kitchen. Hopefully, everyone had already eaten and I would have Francois and the kitchen to myself.

Just as I was about to yank the kitchen door open, I heard a man and woman's voice whispering at the back of the house.

I flattened my back against the wall, which was warm from the sun, and inched forward until I reached the end. I peeped around the wall and was surprised to see Mr. de Vries intimately holding the side of Tessa's face as he spoke.

What in the world were these two up to?

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