He jogged around the car and opened Iskyiah’s door. She was blindfolded and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt that matched the vibe of his joggers and T-shirt. He wanted the moment to be relaxed and reminiscent of when they were younger and would spend their Saturdays in this very spot, with a few upgrades, of course.
A plane took off above them, and Iskyiah jumped, clinging to his arm.
“Was that a plane?” she asked skeptically.
The corners of Moolah’s mouth turned up. He untied the blindfold and waited for her reaction.
A large sign made of roses spelled outyou’re gonna marry mein large letters. In the grass was a blanket with a picnic spread, similar to the one they had at the planetarium. Hundreds of fake candles lit up the ground as the sun set behindthem. Iskyiah giggled and turned around. “Really, Lah? That’s how you ask?—”
She stopped when she saw him bent on one knee with a ring box in his hand. He didn’t think he’d get emotional when he asked her this question, but tears clouded his vision as he looked up at his Sky.
“Where do I begin, my baby? You know you’re the center of my universe, right?” Iskyiah nodded as tears fell from her eyes. Moolah nodded to the sign behind her. “That wasn’t done by mistake. I ain’t really askin’ you shit, because we both know we gettin’ married. We know this is it for us. You was always mine, Sky, even when you ain’t know it. All that’s really left for us to do is to make it official. Be my wife, baby. Take my last name and give me some babies, fair exchange. Make me complete and marry me, Sky.”
“Yes,” Iskyiah said before he could properly finish. “Yes, baby. Yes. I’ll marry you.”
Moolah allowed one little thug tear to slip from his eye as he slid the rock on Iskyiah’s finger. He stood and scooped her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and they kissed passionately, completely getting lost in each other. Moolah couldn’t wait to marry this woman who had always been his best friend and carried his heart with her wherever she went. She had no idea that she was set for life. Whatever she needed financially, emotionally, sexually, and spiritually, Moolah would oblige. The world was officially IskyiahNathansBrooks, for the taking.
10 years later . . .
Clouds surrounded them as they soared through the sky. Iskyiah sank into the white buttery fabric of the seat as she chewed a piece of gum to keep her ears from popping.
Jake rushed out from behind the curtain that separated the employee’s section from their section. Iskyiah shook her head. Unlike her husband, she didn’t hold this particular grudge.
Iskyiah had learned much later that the day they found each other again, Moolah had hired her former co-worker, Jake, to work exclusively for him. He paid Jake handsomely to work every private flight they took, and they took them often. Unfortunately for Jake, Moolah treated him like a damn peasant, ordering him around and making him do impossibletasks. One time, he made Jake count out exactly nine hundred grains of rice to go with the salmon he ordered on their short one-hour flight. It took the poor guy the entire time to count the damn rice, and by the time they landed, Moolah ordered him to throw it away.
But Iskyiah had chalked it up as Jake liking the torture because his slow ass kept coming back. She made sure to treat him nicely every time they interacted. Though he had been an ass to her all those years ago, it really wasn’t worth this level of petty her husband constantly displayed.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile as Jake placed a glass of champagne down in front of her.
Jake bowed slightly and then glanced at Moolah, looking uneasy. Moolah stared at the poor man for several very long seconds. Iskyiah rolled her eyes as she waited patiently for whatever Moolah was about to say. Finally, he opened his mouth and said, “Fuck you standing here for? I’m about to fuck my wife, and you definitely ain’t watchin’.”
“Moolah!” Iskyiah screeched.
His face scrunched up. “What?”
Jake’s face burned bright red as he turned and scurried back behind the curtain.
“Why would you say that to that man?” Iskyiah said as she tried to conceal her laugh. Even all these years later, sometimes the things he said surprised her.
“Because I am. Come here.” He unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her over his lap so that she straddled him.
Iskyiah giggled. “I am not fuckin’ you on this damn jet.”
Not that they hadn’t done it before, but they were close to landing, maybe only twenty minutes out. They’d been flying for eight hours to Hawaii for their ten-year anniversary. Of course, Moolah waited until the last second to want to dig up in her guts.
But that was Moolah Brooks. He wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. Through the years, Iskyiah learned not to question him too much. He was stubborn as hell, and it normally wasn’t worth the fight. For example, when they got married. She wanted to get married right away at the courthouse, but Moolah insisted that she deserved a big wedding, so guess what? They had a big wedding. Soon after that, she thought it might be time for her to get back to work, but Moolah could tell she didn’t really want to work, so he forbade her. Again, it was on her heart to be a stay-at-home mom anyway, but Moolah called himself calling the shots on that. Then, when poor Brooke wanted to go to prom with her boyfriend, Moolah had a damn fit and only allowed it if he could chaperone. Guess who chaperoned Brooke’s prom? Moolah.
The crazy thing was, Moolah had gotten two more daughters and a son up out of her, so there would be many more proms to come.
She couldn’t complain though. That stubborn ass, hardheaded man made her so damn happy.
“Why you lyin’ out the side of your mouth right now?” he asked as he lifted her T-shirt and bra.
Her nipple was in his mouth before she could respond. “Fuck . . .”
Her head dropped back, and she no longer cared about anything but sliding down on her husband’s dick.
Iskyiah shimmied out of her leggings, and Moolah slid her thong to the side before plunging into her. He moaned and she sighed. His dick inside her felt like home. It was the best way for her to describe it.
