Page 78 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

Amaris gasped so loud it echoed. She spun back toward me so fast, I barely had time to react. She ran up and playfully hit me twice in the stomach squealing loud.

“Ohhhh! You showing the fuck out!!” She yelled, laughing excitedly like a kid in the candy store.

“Is my tricking good enough?” I chuckled.

“Hell no! Oh my God, Ro Ro! This is⁠—”

Before she could say anything else she jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly. Her big ass titties pressed against my chest as she buried her face into the crook of my neck. I held her automatically, cuffing both ass cheeks into the palm of my hands. I could hold her fluffy body all night, I still couldn’t get over how good she smelled. Her excitement made my chest swell something crucial. I felt good as hell about myself pulling tonight off after all.

I heard her sniff into my neck, and my smile faded. I pulled back to look down into her tear-stricken face.

“What’s wrong Breasturant?” I asked genuinely confused by her change of mood.

She shook her head quickly trying to laugh through it.

“I’m just literally blown away,” she chuckled, smiling through her tears. “I’m not easy to impress at all… but this makes me feel super special,” she admitted kindly.

“You got to be a special woman to make me want to go above and beyond.”

CHAPTER 20

Amaris

A GLIMPSE OF WHAT SECRETLY WRECKED US.

I still couldn’t believe I got to experience something for the first time with Royal tonight. I hardly posted on my personal Instagram and Facebook pages since I managed a string of business pages for my dad’s lounges. Tonight, I posted the video Royal recorded of me walking out of his house and discovering the helicopter, and I took several of pictures of us up in the air. I posted a couple on my story pleased with myself and was also surprised that Roya didn’t mind me posting him, especially when he didn’t have any social media.

My stomach fluttered just thinking about how we enjoyed our ride over the city to a five-star restaurant bought out completely by Royal. I sat across from him trying not to stare too hard as the candlelight flickered across his handsome, chocolate face. Soft jazz floated through the massive space while the city lights and tall buildings surrounded us through the panoramic windows.

Every table sat empty except ours. I looked down at the amount of food spread across the table and knew just the two of us would never be able to finish it. We had lobster tails, truffle mashed potatoes, shrimp pasta, candied carrots, fresh bread and steaks. Royal polished off his steak calmly while the sleeves of his white Polo shirt stayed rolled halfway up his forearms exposing tattoos and his gold watch.

He looked damn good doing small things like lifting his wine glass to his full set of lips after he took down huge bites from his plate.

“You quiet as hell.” He licked his lips, staring up at me.

“I’m stunned, and full.” I giggled.

“You shouldn’t be. I know you used to that nigga Maniac spoiling you.”

He looked at me like he didn’t believe me saying that I was stunned.

“My dad spoiled me with not having to know what it’s like to pay bills and buy things for myself. I never had to pump my own gas either because he has someone fill all of our cars up once a week maybe twice. I never been into super expensive things like a bunch of name brand clothes and purses… Even jewelry I’m simple. That’s how he spoils me… but this is different,” I admitted.

“So that nigga Derrick or any other nigga never treated you out to something nice?” He asked, a frown now creasing his face.

“No.” I glanced down at my half-eaten plate.

“My dad was always in the mix of things. I mean we went places outside of the house, but it always involved others then back to the house,” I stated truthfully.

I had guys offer to take me out on several dates but they never took the initiative like Royal, leaving me no choice but to give in and go with the flow.

“Well, that make me feel special… shit, you might as well consider me yo first everything then.” He chuckled, sounding pleased with himself.

“Be delusional if you want,” I retorted with a silly smirk on my face.

“Nah, that’s real…” He picked up the napkin and cleaned his mouth.

“I done let ya pussy talk while I did the adlibs, but I can also spoil you and show you that you worth the time and money. You ran the show with other niggas. Ain’t no way I’m letting yo spoiled ass do that shit with me though.” He picked up his glass, keeping his eyes locked on mines as he took a couple big gulps.