by Sage Young
Monica unlatched and opened the door. She glared at both men and the officer’s expressions softened immediately. “Good evening,” he said to Monica. “Does this gentlemen live here?” the officer asked her. “No, he doesn’t.” She paused for a few seconds. “But I was about to let him in for five minutes,” she said looking directly at Marco and putting the emphasis on five minutes. The officer turned his attention to Marco. “It appears you have five minutes with this lady and if I have to come back because you are still disturbing the peace, I will take you in.” He turned his attention to Monica. “I would like to apologize for my behavior yesterday at the club. My friends had taken me out to cheer me up because I am going through a messy divorce. That’s no excuse for the behavior and I apologize,” “But I will not hesitate to arrest him if he is harassing you.” He said pointing at Marco but continuing to look at Monica. Marco glared angrily at the officer and was about to speak but Monica put her hand up to quiet him. “Thank you officer. You won’t have any more trouble out of him,” she said as she gave Marco an evil eye.
Marco leaned against the door in frustration. While he didn’t give a fuck about officer, he didn’t want to make the situation worse because he needed Monica back in his life. He was going to make sure that happened tonight so he honored her visual queue and remained silent. “And I accept your apology.” She paused before continuing, “A word of advice, officer, don’t make the next woman in your life pay for what another woman did to you. You just may miss out on the one that is meant for you.” The officer gave her a slight smile and nod then glared at Marco before leaving.
Monica directed her attention back to Marco; he was still wearing the dark gray suit he had on earlier. He looked a little disheveled with his tie loosen but his still looked incredibly handsome and still smelled amazing. He stood in the doorway, looking at her with a mixture of love and determination. “This issue between us,” he said as he pointed back and forth between the two of them, “we are rectifying it tonight,” he stated as he walked past her into the living room. She closed and locked the door.
Monica turned to address his comment and he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss. She gave a weak effort of trying to pull away but he held her tighter and deepened the kiss. “Do you always answer the door half naked?” he asked looking down at her satin robe. “I was changing for…” he interrupted her with another kiss. He ran his tongue along her lips demanding entrance. She moaned inwardly as her lips parted and he delve in sucking her tongue then her lips so hard that she could feel the blood rushing to them. Her pussy instantly began to throb. No, I’m not letting this happen. He was not going to come in and use sex to get what he wanted, she thought as her traitorous body melted into his.
Monica had a second of clarity and she pushed him back. “Just what a minute,” she protested, but he didn’t give her body a chance to adjust to the protest she was forming in her mind. He used both his hands to palm her face, pulling her into another kiss. The electricity from that kiss went straight to her pussy as she began to squeeze her legs together to quash to heat building. He released her lips and began to suck on her neck as he placed one hand at the base of her lower back pulling her into his erection. He used his other hand to capture her chin so that she was looking directly at him. “Do you feel that?” she nodded.
“I need to hear you, Monica. Do you feel that?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“Only you set my body on fire like this, only you, do you understand?”
“Yes baby,” is all she could say.
Monica’s body was also on fire and she knew that he had the ability to satisfy that inferno. But she was still hurt and she could not rid the image of him jumping out of another woman’s bed, naked. Marco captured her nipple in his mouth, interrupted her thoughts as she moaned loudly. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom amidst a weak protest. He laid her on the bed and unloosened the belt on the white satin robe revealing that she was only wearing lace panties. He moaned loudly as he began to suck her nipples alternating between the two.
Marco moved down so that he was now on his knees. He placed his face in between her legs and inhaled deeply. He ran his tongue along the lace panties. He growled in his throat causing a vibrating feeling against her pussy. He could taste her wetness through the lace as he moved the material to the side. He slid his tongue into her heat causing her to squirm. He sat up and ripped the thin material from her body then kissed her wet folds. Marco stuck a finger in her pussy and began to wiggle it as he wrapped his lips around her swollen clit. She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her entire body.
Marco quickly shed his clothes and moved her to the middle of the bed as he nestled his hips between her thighs. She could feel his erection at her entrance. He looked into her eyes. “Touch me baby,” he said in a soft deep tone that sent shivers throughout her body. She reached her hand between them and gently grabbed his erection. “That is all yours. You own it. Me being in a bed with another woman was by chance not by choice. Do you understand me?” “Yes,” she said as her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I love you, Monica. I want you to be my wife and the mother of my children and I will accept nothing less.” He kissed her passionately. She put both her hands around his neck as she tried to put him closer. He began to slowly enter her. “Whose is it?” He asked her as he continued to slowly and torturously enter her, but not allowing himself to completely fill her. She moved her hips to try and sped up the motion, but he pulled almost completely out of her, leaving in only the head of his penis. She moaned in frustration. “Please baby, I need to feel you inside me.” “Not until you tell me whose pussy this is,” he commanded. In her final act of defiance, she did not answer but instead used her hips again to get him further inside her. It did not work.
Monica looked into the eyes of the man she loved and could no longer deny what was already in her heart and her soul. She wanted him in her life and in her bed forever. Looking into his beautiful gray eyes she could see all the love he had for her. She used both her hands to cup his face as she spoke. “Marco I am yours, heart, mind, and body. I love you so much it scares me, but I do trust you and believe you.” She hesitated before continuing. She hoped that what she had to tell him would make him happy. “I need to tell you something and I hope it brings you as much joy and happiness as it does me, every time I think about it.” He did not speak; he just listened. “I found out that we are going to have a baby,” she said softly, waiting for his reaction.
Marco rolled over placing his feet onto the floor. She sat up looking at him trying to gauge his reaction. “Wow, a baby,” he said so low she didn’t think it was meant for her to hear. He walked towards his clothes that were in the pile he made when he hastily undressed. Her heart began to beat rapidly. Was he so upset that he was dressing to leave? She thought as her heart sank. Marco grabbed his jacket and retrieved something from the pocket. He walked over to Monica and got on his knees and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Monica Nicole Thomas. I want you to be my wife and the mother of all my children. Please say yes, again,” he asked as he placed the ring on her outstretched finger.
She looked at her finger as tears sprang in her eyes. “Yes, baby, yes I will marry you.” He sat back on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. He started placing soft kisses on her lips as he rubbed her belly.
“Thank you,“ he said as he continued to rub gently. “I love you, Monica.”
“I love you too, baby,” she responded.
He placed her back on the bed and resumed his previous position between her legs. His dick was hard again and ready. “This won’t hurt the baby, will it?” he asked concerned. “No, you making love to me will not hurt our baby. But we may have to hold off on some of our more adventurous positions until we are given the all clear by the doctor,” she said as she smiled. His lips came crashing down on her. “You have made me so happy Monica,” he said while filling her completely with one thrust. She breathed deep
ly as her back involuntarily arched in response to the wonderful invasion of her body. He allowed her a few seconds to adjust before he began to stroke her slowly and continuously. Her entire body was tingling.
Marco pulled out and told her to turn over and get on her knees. She did as instructed and he grabbed her waist and pulled her back into his erection and began to thrust a little harder. She backed her ass into him harder and she knew she was close. He continued to thrust when she began to shake as another orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy was so sensitive that she didn’t know how much more her body could take. He flipped her around again and placed her legs on his shoulders. “Please baby,” she pleaded, “I…” she moaned loudly feeling the tingling sensation. She would never deny him. “Mo, cum again for me, baby.” She wasn’t sure how long they had been at it, but Marco was relentless. She could feel beads of sweat running down his chest as he continued thrust after thrust. “Shitt, Mo, you feel so good. You are so wet.” She grabbed his ass, pulling him into her as her pussy began to pulsate. “That’s right, baby, give it to me,” he said. He could feel her milking him as he began to thrust faster. “Ohh Marco. Shitt…” she screamed as the orgasm caused her entire body to jerk uncontrollably. Marco followed as he coated her womb. He released her shaking legs and collapsed beside her. “I love you so much Mo,” he said as her pulled her into a spooning position. “I don’t ever want to go that long without being able to feel you and having you next to me. Promise me that if we ever have a disagreement again that we will not go to sleep without resolving the issue. This is how we are going to end every night, in each other’s arms.” She turned to look him in the familiar loving gray eyes. “I promise,” she said as she tried to stifle a yawn. She snuggled closer to him and dosed off. Marco laid there and watched her sleep. He gently rubbed her stomach and smiled at the thought of his baby inside. His heart swelled with love and pride. He dosed off happy that he was back with the love of his life.
EPILOGUE
Four Months Later:
Monica sat at the vanity in the bedroom room she had occupied all week. She had asked if everyone could give her a few minutes to herself before the ceremony started. Looking in the mirror, she was excited, scared, and nervous all at once. Today was her wedding day. The day she had been looking forward to since Marco proposed the second time.
Victoria had insisted they have the wedding on the grounds of their estate. She had taken care of everything and it was beautifully decorated. The entire estate was decorated in white and lavender gardenias, her favorite flowers. She stood as Victoria entered the room. She looked at herself in the floor length mirror. The beautiful strapless lavender maternity gown filled out nicely with her growing cleavage. “You look stunning, Mo. I know Marco will be pleased,” she said as she entered the room. At almost eight months pregnant, Victoria looked like she was going to deliver at any moment. She waddled towards Monica. “Everything is….” She was interrupted by a knock at the door and it opened. Jacqueline and Kiyomi entered the room. Kiyomi also looked like she was going to deliver any day.
“How are you feeling Mo? You look absolutely beautiful,” Jacqueline said as she kissed her cheek and smoothed out the back of Monica’s dress. “I feel happy and extremely blessed,” she said as she looked at her other best friend through the mirror. “You look radiant,” Kiyomi added as she sat. “We are ready for you, if you are ready.” Monica began to rub her expanding stomach. “We are ready,” she said smiling as she continued to rub her stomach and felt her baby kick as if it was responding too.
*****
All of the men were gathered in the Dominic’s den having a drink. “So another Moretti bites the dust.” Francesco, the youngest of the Moretti men, said as he laughed. Marco looked at his younger brother. “Today I am marrying my soul mate, my best friend, the mother of my child, and an incredible lover. I hope that one day you will experience the same joy I am feeling right now. Dominic looked at his brother and knew exactly what he was talking about. “I think there is nothing else to be said.” He raised his glass and everyone followed suit. “To Marco and Monica. May their life, love, and happiness stay strong and last,” Dominic said as they all tapped glasses and drank. The wedding coordinator knocked on the door and let them know that she was ready for them. They all filed out of the den but Dominic pulled his brother into a hug. “Congrats, baby brother. I’m proud of you,” he said before releasing him and they walked towards the garden.
The ladies walked out of the room as the coordinator signaled that they were ready to begin. They made their way to the garden. Monica wanted a small ceremony, but that was difficult to do with all the family and friends they had. Victoria was her matron of honor and Jacqueline, Francesca, and Maria were her bridesmaids. Monica could see her incredibly sexy husband-to-be at the end of a long trail of white and lavender rose pedals. Marco looked towards the back and got a glimpse of his bride and a broad smile appeared on his face.
All the guests were seated in covered chairs as beautiful bouquets lined every row. The sun was shining bright with a soft breeze blowing, which spread the amazing fragrance of the gardenias. This was it. She was going to marry the man of her dreams. They all waited in the garden entrance for their queue to begin.
The ceremony was done and all the guests were seated under the massive lit canopy that covered the entire reception area. Everyone looked on as the couple danced to Billy Preston and Syreeta Wright’s song, “With You I’m Born Again.” Marco and Monica looked at each other as if no one else was there. They looked into each other’s eyes as they continually placed light kisses on each other lips silently confessing their love.
The DJ then asked the entire wedding party to join in. Ken Sato sat in attendance as he watched his twin daughters dancing with their spouses. He thought about how this may not have been possible if Yoshio Yamada had succeeded in his plan. But thanks to both of his sons-in-law, his daughters were safe and he knew they would do anything to keep them that way. He thought about his late friend, Yoshio, and his last trip to Tokyo.
Three months ago.
Takeo insisted on accompanying Ken back to Tokyo. He suspected his daughters wanted someone there who would have his back. The black escalade pulled up in from the Takahashi Corporation. The driver rounded the vehicle, opened the door, then Ken and Takeo stepped out, walked into the building and headed to Yoshio’s office. Both wearing black suites, they strolled through the hall; everyone in their path took notice as they whispered and pointed. They went through the normal security pat down before entering.
Yoshio sat in his office reviewing paperwork. He knew the end for him was near. He tried to kill his best friend and his family and because he did not succeed, he knew there would be a heavy price to pay. Both men entered the office. Takeo stood by the door as Ken sat in the seat directly in front of desk as he used his hand to smooth his tie then crossed his legs. Yoshio tried not to show his nervousness but Ken could smell the fear.
Ken began to speak. “Yoshio, you have put me in a difficult situation. If you had pulled a stunt like this when we were young, I would have struck back hard, probably killing your entire family, then dismantle this company you love so much. You do love it, don’t you Yoshio? I mean, you were willing to take out my entire family for it?” Ken asked waiting for Yoshio to answer. Yoshio leaned back in this chair. “Yes, Ken, I love this company. This company should be rightfully owned and controlled by my family,” he said slightly angered. Ken smirked as he kept his tone low and consistent. “It would have been if you hadn’t been carelessness. You jeopardized your family’s legacy by gambling it away.”
Ken sat back in his chair. “Now, we need to resolve this issue because I will not let this go without vindication. I will give you two choices.” Takeo walked over to the wall behind Yoshio’s desk and removed the warrior’s sword that had been in their family for several generations. He placed the sword on the desk in front of his uncle. “You do the right thing and I spare the financial life o
f your family and everything will continue in the matter that it does now. I will appoint Jun as interim CEO upon your untimely death. If he is as good as I think he can be, I will eventually make him your successor.” Ken leaned in staring harshly at Yoshio. “Don’t do the right thing and I will dismantle this company, sell it off for pennies on the dollar, and your family will be left destitute and I will make sure that the only jobs your wife and daughters will get are in whore houses and your son will be blackballed from corporate life and he will be forced to do manual labor to survive,” Ken said in a mincing tone. “It was only by chance that my family survived, but I will give you the choice to save yours.” He stood. “Choose wisely my friend, you have 24 hours before I start to rip this company a part.”
Takeo and Ken both gave Yoshio a quick nod before walking out of the office. A member of Yoshio’s team looked in and saw Yoshio standing behind the desk.
“Close the door!” Yoshio yelled at his security team member. The man closed the door and resumed his post. A few seconds later you could hear a loud yell, followed by a large thud. Ken smiled as they got on the elevator. Their waiting car took them straight for the airport because Takeo and Kiyomi were getting married the next day and they didn’t want to risk any problems with getting out of the country once word got out of Yoshio’s death.
Ken’s thoughts were interrupted by his youngest daughter. Muri sat next to her father. “How crazy is life Father,” she started, “six months ago we thought we were going to lose you, and now not only are you healthy but you have three daughters, three grandchildren, and three on the way.” Ken kissed his baby daughter on the forehead. “Life has a way of throwing you for several loops but it’s your character and determination that will decide how you land.” Ken looked at his beautiful daughter then at his other daughters on the dance floor and knew he was truly blessed.
