Simone (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 2)

by Bergman, Jamallah

  Delia thought it was funny how Simone had become speechless when he laid eyes on her that night. She thought he looked handsome, though, standing there wearing the same clothes he’d worn the night of their first date. When they got into the limo, he held her in his arms while holding her hand. “Oh yeah, before I forget,” He reached in his pocket, pulling out a blindfold and she started to laugh.

  “But I already know that you are taking me to your mother’s garden.”

  “True but still.” He handed it to her. “Put it on anyway.”

  “Fine, I’ll put it on even though I honestly don’t know why.” Putting on the silly blindfold she felt him take her hands once more. “So, you must have changed it up a bit, then?”

  “Maybe I have, and maybe I’ve left it just like our first date. You’ll have to wait and see, sweetheart.” She felt his lips lightly caress her temple. Even though her eyes were blindfolded, she closed them to relish the feeling that overcame her. Before long those lips trailed their way toward her earlobe which immediately made her melt. Letting out a sigh she moved her hand along his knee and quickly up between his legs, grabbing hold of his cock. She heard him gasp which made her smile. “Easy, tiger, with all that kissing you’re doing there.” Her fingers found themselves rubbing gently against his cock and she felt him grow suddenly. “You’re going to start something you can’t finish right away.”

  “Keep rubbing me like you’re doing right now and I plan on doing something that I’ve only dreamed of doing with you.” His kisses trailed along her neck which only tightened her grip on his cock. A growl rumbled from his throat when he whispered, “Do you know how much you’re turning me on right now, Delia?” He nipped at her neck which made her nipples go erect. She knew she needed to stop, but having him like this was something that she had found herself dreaming of late at night when she was in bed. She would often moan his name when she was alone in bed, years and years before she had even gotten with Rodger.

  “We’d better stop, Simone. We can put this on pause until later.” Delia assured him.

  “You promise?”

  “I promise for sure, sweetheart.”

  “That’s good, because we are almost here and I’ve got to calm myself down now.” Simone told her while she smiled. She felt them going up a hill which she knew meant they were at his parents’ house. Soon they stopped and his hand took hers, gripping her fingers softly within his own. The warm air of the night came into the limo as he pulled her out into the open once more. He was her guide as they walked along the gravel and grass.

  “Be careful, sweetheart, watch your step right here, we are going up onto the pathway.” She moved her foot up as it came to the pathway and they continued walking even further. The creaking of the gate along with the faint smell of flowers told her that they were walking into the garden. “All right, darling, you can take off your blindfold now.”

  Slowly taking it off, her eyes had to adjust a bit to the glow of the lanterns and candles that illuminated the garden. My goodness, she thought to herself, how beautiful everything looked. When she walked toward the pergola, which was accented with candles, and saw the table set just for the two of them, she smiled. “It’s just like our first night, Simone, everything looks so perfect.” He helped her with her chair before he sat down in his. She saw the small silver bell sitting next to her flatware and immediately picked it up to hear its harmonious ring. That was when two men, wearing white shirts with black vests and slacks walked in with two silver domed trays in hand. Once they sat the trays in front of them and took off the domes, the instant fragrance of cream and parmesan cheese hit her nose along with the scent of fresh egg noodles. “Your mother’s fettuccini alfredo, still my favorite of all time.” She watched him quickly uncork a bottle of wine, which was a Pinot Blanc, from what she could see on the bottle. “This time we can have wine instead of sparkling apple cider,” Simone joked while pouring her a glass.

  Delia smiled, for she remembered that cider as she looked at the sparkling white wine in her glass which gave off an almost amber glow. “A toast,” he announced as she too raised her glass. “To new beginnings with the woman I have loved since the first day I met her and loved even more after our very first date here in the garden. I love you, Delia, with all my heart and soul for now and forever. Salute!”

  “Salute.” Delia’s voice quivered with emotion until she took a sip of wine. They both continued eating their meal, making small talk here and there while eating. It was moments like this that Delia remembered how much she loved this man and how easy it was to be able to just sit and chat. Sure, she could have done that with Rodger but once she was able to sit back and think upon how it was with him, the more she realized that he wasn’t the one for her after all.

  Wiping her mouth she decided to ask him, “When are you going on vacation?” She watched him slurp up a noodle, eating it quickly and wiping his mouth before answering her.

  “Well, it won’t be for another couple of weeks since I’ve got three major cases coming up. After that I’m free for about a month and I was thinking about us going on a vacation together somewhere.” He gave her a wink which let her know that he had been thinking about it.

  “I just asked because I had hoped we could get together and go off somewhere.”

  “We will, for sure, it will just have to be after these cases are done. I will make sure to surprise you by taking you some place special on our vacation together.” He assured her as she nodded and continued to eat her dinner.

  Once she had her fill, Delia found herself stretching a bit as he watched. Letting out a moan before she composed herself, she looked at him for a minute and asked, “What?”

  A sly smirk snuck across his lips but he immediately grabbed his glass to take a sip. “What is it?”

  “Just ring the bell, love.”

  What was he up to? She wondered, as she grabbed the bell to ring it. Immediately the young men came back on command, this time one of the young men was holding a domed plate while the other young man removed both Delia’s and Simone’s used plates. Once he put down the plate in front of her, she watched Simone move over next to her when the servers left.

  “I wonder what this could be.” Delia kidded as he looked on while she took the dome off.

  But there wasn’t any cheesecake on the plate. Instead, there was a medium-sized box made of dark chocolate. Raspberries and strawberries were strewn about it along with mint leaves. Delia giggled. “What’s this?”

  “Just open the box because there are plenty of sweets inside.”

  Grabbing the lid, she gently opened it and had to catch her breath when she saw what was sitting in the candy box. Within the box were truffles made with dark, milk and white chocolate but that wasn’t what caught Delia’s eye. It was what was nestled in the middle of the box that made her cover her mouth to keep from crying out. It was a small light blue ring box, like the ones from Tiffany’s. She immediately started crying for she knew what was inside of it. When she looked at Simone, he had taken the ring box, getting on one knee before she found herself bawling like a baby. “Delia, my darling love, there hasn’t been a day in my life since our first date that I didn’t know that you belonged to me. I was a complete fool for letting you go that night when I couldn’t tell you that I loved you. But right now, I want you to know that I love you, have always loved you, and will always love you until the day we pass on. I honestly can’t see myself with anyone else but you in my life. I would protect you, love you, and even fight for you if anyone was to say a bad word about you. This is how happy I am to have you in my life once more. Now that I’ve had the chance to get you back into my life, I don’t plan on ever letting you out of it again. Do you know I’ve had this ring in my possession for a couple of months now?” He opened it to reveal a beautiful heart-shaped solitaire diamond set in a platinum band, which only made her cry even more. Delia grabbed her napkin to wipe her face and eyes.

  “I bought this ring from Tiffany’
s. I remembered Andrew had told me that he had bought you a ring for your birthday years ago. He told me your ring size and I said that once I had enough money, I was going to buy you a ring one day. Well, I went to Tiffany’s and found the ring I wanted to give you. I got the heart-shaped one because, well, it was pretty for one thing and it made me think about how much you are in my heart every day.” Delia looked at him, seeing his eyes well up with tears as well, and noticing that his hand holding the ring was trembling because he was so nervous.

  “Delia Whitney, will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Simone Cipriano?” She could tell by the emotion in his voice that he really meant everything he had told her. This was what she had always wanted, she thought. This was the man she had loved since they were young and now the moment she had always dreamed of was coming true.

  “Yes, yes!” she shouted, grabbing hold of him around his neck as they both stood up, holding each other. She couldn’t stop crying and when he pulled away to put the ring on her finger, she was surprised that it fit her ring finger so perfectly. That was when she heard clapping from around the corner and looked over to see Renzo, Jaslyn and Federico along with Filomena, Andrew and Diane cheering the two of them.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you got everyone here for this.” Quickly composing herself, they both walked hand-in-hand over to the group. Immediately she hugged her brother who held her close to him and she suddenly felt him shudder a bit. Looking up she saw that he was crying as well, which only brought on the tears again. “I’m just so happy that you two finally got together again.” She wiped his eyes and face with her napkin, and they both started to chuckle as Filomena came over and hugged her as well.

  “I can’t tell you how happy this has made me to see you both together like this. Renzo, go inside and get the champagne. Your mother would have been so proud to see this day because she knew that you both were meant to be together. Just know that she’s looking down at this, smiling at all that is going on and will continue from now on, my darling daughter-in-law,” Filomena told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek as Renzo came back accompanied by one of the servers who had a tray of fluted champagne glasses filled with champagne, ready for them. Once all the glasses were handed out, Andrew said to the group, “To the future Mr. and Mrs. Simone Cipriano!” They all clinked glasses and shouted their praises as Delia and Simone kissed one another.

  Finally she had gotten what she had always wanted…her first love.

  * * * *

  “I really hate I missed it, Momma,” Gianni said, riding in the shuttle bus from the airport to the parking lot where he had parked his car a month ago. He had just come back from a shoot in Milan and finally made it home at last. All he wanted to do was take a shower and chill since he didn’t have another shoot for at least another month or so unless someone was to call. “I know it must have been beautiful.”

  “Oh, it was so lovely, you would have been proud of your brother and what he did. When do you think you’ll come over to visit?”

  “Probably in a day or two, I want to try and get some rest. I did get the chance to see some of the family while I was in Milan. Cousin Lisa said hello, by the way,” Gianni told his mother, noticing that a very lovely young woman with brown hair and eyes staring at him intensely. All he did was wink at her and she quickly looked away blushing. Gianni had that effect on women. He knew that he was handsome and that was part of the reason why he kept himself looking good since he was a model.

  “Well, when you get home, give me a call letting me know you made it in.” Filomena demanded.

  “Will do, Momma, love you, goodbye.” Clicking the button on his phone, he let out a yawn while scratching his head. He honestly couldn’t wait to get to his apartment and to his nice comfy bed. It would take him about two hours to get back to Kellington from Philadelphia International. Two long hours, he thought to himself, knowing he needed to get himself a coffee from McDonald’s.

  Once he found his car, he headed out from the airport parking lot. He made his way to the nearest McDonald’s to grab himself a coffee with two creams and two sugars, then started on his way home. Blaring the radio to keep himself awake, he continued driving, taking a sip of the hot coffee every so often when he knew he was about to fall asleep. He had never been so tired in his life, he thought, yawning. Even though he had been modeling for about twelve years now, Gianni still had the hardest time getting used to the time change and how it messed with his mind and body. He knew what his goal was that day, to get his ass home and in bed for the next day or so of nonstop sleep.

  When he started to see the familiar surroundings of Kellington, he started to get excited for he knew it wouldn’t be long before he got to Crestpoint Apartments, where he lived. Pulling into the parking lot, he noticed a medium-sized U-Haul parked near where he usually parked his car. Someone was moving in, he thought, as he got out, investigating. When he looked inside the U-Haul, he noticed that the only things that were inside were a few boxes and a railing for a bed. Gianni had never seen a lovelier sight than he did when he saw his door and the numbers ‘1709’. But before he could put his key into the door, he heard a ball bouncing and when he looked over his shoulder, he saw a medium-sized pink ball bouncing up against the railing before it rolled its way toward him. He picked up the ball as he heard footsteps running from around the corner. Soon he found himself face-to-face with the cutest little girl he had ever seen. She was wearing a pair of pink jean capris with pink and purple butterflies on the legs and a pink tank top. Her unruly brown and red hair was pulled up into a ponytail which also had a pink hair bow to match her ensemble. Her skin was light in color but she must have been out in the sun a bit for she had a tan. She looked up at him with the most inquisitive looking hazel eyes and she immediately smiled as she looked at him. “This must be your ball,” he told her, holding out the ball for her to take back.

  She walked over to him and with her little hands grabbed the pink ball. “What’s your name?” He could tell that she had a bit of an accent, maybe it was Irish or Scottish, he thought, as he bent down to her level to talk. “My name is Gianni, you must have just moved here or I would have noticed you before.”

  “My mommy and me just moved here, my name is Saoirse and I’m eight years old, you know.”

  “Really? Well, I would have thought you were at least twelve and not eight.” He heard her giggle a bit and he had to admit that he found himself smiling as well.

  “Saoirse! Saoirse where are you?” shouted a female’s voice.

  “Over here, Mommy, I’m over here!” she shouted back, still eyeing Gianni with a smile.

  When Gianni looked up to see who had rushed from around the corner, he wasn’t completely prepared for who he saw standing there. The woman who looked at them both, puzzled. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black faded T-shirt with Van Halen on the front of it. Her hair, which was just like the young girl’s, all unruly with curls, but black, was piled up into a ponytail. “Saoirse, dear, what are you doing?”

  “I was talking with Gianni, Mommy, he caught my ball,” the little girl told her as the woman came up to grab her daughter.

  “Thank you for catching my daughter’s ball for her.”

  “Oh, you’re welcome and welcome to the neighborhood by the way.”

  “Thank you, now come on, sweetheart, so you can help me with unpacking. Say goodbye to Mr. Gianni.”

  “Bye.” She waved as Gianni did the same as they both disappeared around the corner again.

  *THE END*

  About the Author

  Born in Jamaica Queens New York, Jamallah Bergman eventually moved around from New York to Alabama and eventually settling down in Georgia with her family and spending part of her childhood in Roswell Georgia.

  Jamallah started to first write when she was just 12, writing scripts for her dolls and as she got older her stories grew along with her.

  She eventually read her first romance novel when she was 15 and became hooked and
started to write about romance. It wasn't until she got older when she started to write about erotica as well.

  Jamallah had started to notice that whenever she would read the stories that she loved, she never could understand why the heroines in the stories were nothing like herself. None of the women were full figured or plump or what she would sometimes think of herself (to coin the phrase from Mo'Nique) a "Thick Madame". It would often upset her that she could never find a story where the main character was a full figured woman who finds love with a handsome man.

  Soon Jamallah started to write stories where the full figured woman ALWAYS got her man!

  Jamallah Bergman's main goal in her writing is to appeal to the woman who despite what society might think of her and even though she might have some sort of self-doubt about herself, deep down she is strong woman who can do just about anything she sets her mind to.

  Jamallah Bergman still resides in Georgia and lives in Atlanta with her teenage daughter Jamira Anna Marie, who gets her artistic side from her mother by drawing and making movies.

  Other Books by Jamallah

  If Only You Knew

  The Lady of Gladstone Manor

  Special Kind of Woman

  Sorry… Wrong Number

  The Biker Nextdoor

  Constant Surprises

  Renzo (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 1)

  Secret Cravings Publishing

  www.secretcravingspublishing.com