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“This bed is huge but I mean he is part giant so I guess I can understand, and did you see his father? I haven’t looked at a man in years, but his dad may make me change my mind.” Skai says with absolutely no shame.
Jag roars with laughter until I say “he is fine as hell if I met him first and he wasn’t married I would’ve had to shoot my shot”. That stops his laughter in its tracks.
“Savvy please don’t make me have to murder my own father. “Oh, he’s just as crazy as you”, Skai says.
“About her I am” Jag says.
Skai says “I hear that, and I like it”. She finally gets out of the bed, walks to the door and says, “goodnight mommy, goodnight Mr. Joshua.” And she’s gone as fast as she came.
“She is definitely your daughter,” Jag says.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I ask.
He just throws his hands up and gets in the bed.
“Mmm hmm,” I say.
He takes the journal and pen from me and pulls the covers back to get in bed when he sees I have on tee shirt and sweatpants. He pulls the tee shirt off knowing I have on a tank top then he pushes me back on the bed and snatched my sweatpants off, he takes all his clothes off and gets in the bed with me he lays me across his chest, turns the radio on and the light off and pulls the covers over us and goes to sleep.
The spa day was ridiculous. I did not want to leave. I was wrapped, massaged, plucked and waxed. My first by the wax by the way, to within an inch of my life. From the scalp massage, facial, hot stone massage, water massage, manicure, pedicure then make up, I was boneless by the time they released me. Jag had lunch sent to us and the staff.
When we left, we came back to the compound to a private showing of evening dresses with all the trimmings for anyone who didn’t bring black tie clothes or who just wanted something different from what they brought. I was taken back to our master bedroom, hmm our never thought I’d say that to be shown a different selection of outfits. As soon as I saw the dress, I knew it was the one.
I put it on and the seamstress begins marking where changes need to be made, the stylist helps me pick out the jewelry, shoes and purse. I am nervous about this dress, it is more revealing and form fitting than I usually wear, but Jag makes me feel daring. I cannot wait to see his reaction. While the seamstress is making the alterations, I go to find the other women to see how they are doing. Jag even had gowns sent over for Sarai, it was the cutest thing ever. Everyone has chosen a gown and it is finally time to get ready.
Jag texted me and asked what color I picked. I told him and assumed he’s going to match me. I take another shower put on Jag’s favorite scented lotion and perfume. I put my locs up in a chignon, and Jag sent me some yellow diamond earrings and a bracelet. The dress is so much I keep the accessories understated. Just before I put the dress on there is a knock on the door and a make-up artist walks in and beats my face. She did a fabulous job, it is a full face but looks natural like I don’t even have on makeup, until you get to my eyes. The golds, browns and bronzes she used along with the eyelashes makes me look all kinds of sexy. I almost didn’t wear my glasses, but I know how much Jag loves seeing me in them.
Finally, I slip the dress on and I do not recognize the woman staring at me from the mirror. The seamstress worked wonders on the dress, and I feel all kinds of sexy in it. As I am admiring the dress, I run my hands down my hips and no it can’t be. I check again and yep, I feel pockets! This beautiful dress actually has pockets. If I didn’t love it before I am absolutely in love with it now. I put on my shoes, grab my clutch and head out. I got dressed away from everyone else and I am riding solo to the venue. I go out our private door and there is a limo waiting on me, I get in and we’re off.
Joshua
I’m a nervous wreck waiting on Savvy to show up, everyone else is here looking good. The venue is amazing. Once she told me what color she chose, the party planners used that color to finish the decor. We are in an all-glass ballroom with crystal, flowers, candles and hanging lights. The night is clear, and the stars are out. I look at my watch again, she should be here by now. “You would think you were getting married tonight with how you’re acting” Joseph says. “Shut up” I tell him. “I’m happy for you Joshua, she’s good for you and her kids are hilarious.”
“Yeah, they’re great even though they didn’t look all that happy with the marriage news.”
“Yeah, but once they saw how happy you make their mother they are coming around,” Joseph says.
“True I plan to keep her happy, I want to, and the rest of my sentence dies on my lips. Who the fuck put that dress in her selections I say out loud and Joseph looks in the direction I’m looking in.”? God damn” he says, and I swear to god I truly wanna want to kill my own brother and whoever sent that damn dress.
I walk over to her taking in the gold see thru dress she has on, but as I get closer, I realize it’s not see thru there is a flesh color layer underneath the gold lace top. It is a halter top style with a tear shaped cut out in between her breasts, there is also a split that comes damn near to her hip and she has on some kind of shimmery lotion on her legs.
From a distance it almost looks like she has on shimmery pantyhose but its makeup or lotion either way it is covering a lot of her scars. The shoes are gold tie up the leg heels and I am already over the party. I want to get her out of here, I have my construction team here and friends from my military days including the General and his daughter. I hope I do not have to kill a mother fucker tonight and disarticulate the body.
When I reach her, I tell her the truth. “You look breathtaking hatima yangu.”
“Thank you, you look like I might have to snatch a bitch tonight.”
I bark out a startled laugh at her comment. She also has some friends from work and her realtor from Richland here tonight. “Well, we’ll be on trial together,” I tell her. She smiles at me.
“Well, fiancé lets go mingle,” I say. “Ok” and she walks further into the room and I grab her hand.
“Savvy!”
“Yes?”
“Where the fuck is the rest of this dress?”
“What rest of the dress?”
