Page 80 of A Capo’s Love: Featuring A Don’s Love

“I don’t really let people get close… I never even told Derrick’s lame ass what I’m telling you. It’s like I mentally tell myself that whoever I meet and like for the moment, it won’t last long. So, I already control my feelings ahead of time, even when I fall into the connivence of being with them and knowing I like or have feelings.” I faltered.

“Outside my dad, and Keisha…well even with Keisha it took years after I realized that her crazy ass was going to be around even when her and my father on bad terms…” I chuckled.

“So with me, you plan to already pre plan my funeral with me being in your life.” He mused, instantly lightning the mood.

I dropped my head and really laughed at that.

“I don’t know… I know I’m protecting myself with what you display, Mr. Dog-ass-nigga that loves to buy pussy.” I smirked.

Royal’s head fell back. He released a full belly laugh. His perfectly aligned and white teeth were on full display. It made me feel good that I could bring humor to the deep conversation we were having.

“As you should… You can like and feel me how I do you. It seems like we both on defense about opening up and trusting. In my profession, trust is earned… proven… and even then it’s never a hundred percent.” He revealed.

“You can’t control people all the time either… to be clear.” He sat all the way up and looked me dead in the eyes never blinking once. “I’m uncontrollable.” He smirked sinisterly. “That kiss earlier, outside of Spike’s lounge… I let you control it because I’ve already seen your need to control. When we fuck…” He licked his lips then stretched his arms halfway across the table, opening the palm of his hands.

I swallowed hard. Without having to be told, I placed my hands in his. He enclosed them and stroked the back of my hands with his thumbs.

“I don’t mind letting yo tall fine ass get on top and fuck the shit out of me. That’s the only time you’ll be in control concerning me,” he promised firmly.

“Okay, Ro Ro,” I practically choked out.

Now he had me sitting in front of him squirming, hot and bothered.

“Good girl.” He winked smoothly, releasing my hands.

That small amount of praise that left his full cinnamon lips had my pussy throbbing instantly. I cleared my throat and redirected out conversation before we ended up fucking like animals in heat.

“You want kids?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered after a second. “Eventually.” Something warm touched his eyes briefly before fading again.

“I want to have a baby with my wife and not just a woman I’m fucking.” He sounded very sincere.

“Same.” I nodded. “I want to have kids and give them what I didn’t have growing up. Stability, and love from two parents in the same household.”

“It’s only right,” He agreed.

“So let me ask the basics.” I inhaled slowly then exhaled.

“Shoot.” He nodded, sitting back with his glass of wine in his hand.

“When is your birthday, and how old are you?” I raised a brow.

“I’m twenty-eight, I turn twenty-nine December thirty-first,” he answered cooly before knocking down the rest of the wine then placing the glass on the table.

“Wow, my birthday on the thirtieth of this month too.” My eyes widened.

“So maybe we can take a trip for our birthday. I never been out the country.” He suggested.

“Me either, I keep saying I want to go somewhere tropical.” I felt myself getting excited.

“An island with good dick on the balcony while the waves crash against the rocks is on my bucket list.” I winked seductively at him.

He bit his bottom lip in response to what I said. My eyes widened when I felt his foot moving my dress out the way. He paused to slide down in the booth a little before guiding his foot up my left leg until he reached my throbbing center.

“Ro—”

“Shut up.” He smirked.