Succeeding Love

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I was so ready for the weekend. Last weekend was too short, with Lynn using Sunday to pick her daughter up early from her father’s place.

She explained to me what that snake-like woman wanted that day. She and Nick broke up, and she was moving across the country. She wanted to tell Jessie goodbye.

My woman is a saint. If I was in her shoes, I would have told the bitch that stole my husband to fuck off. Lynn didn’t do that. She talked with her daughter and asked if she wanted to meet her father’s mistress one last time before she moved. She let her daughter have the final say, then supported her through it before dropping her back off at Jessie’s dad’s Sunday night.

Lynn didn’t stop there. That mistress snake woman had asked Jessie if she would see her off at the airport, and Lynn took her. She went with her daughter to wish her ex-husband’s mistress good luck. I took Preston to dinner on Tuesday night while Lynn took Jessie to see the snake woman off. Even Preston couldn’t believe his mother went that far for a woman he said didn’t deserve it.

She’s a fucking angel. There is no doubt about it.

I had one last thing to do before heading home to spend another amazing weekend with my angel of a girlfriend.

“You called?” I popped my head into Milton’s office.

“Hey, man,” he waved his hand in front of him toward the chairs as he looked away from his computer. “Have a seat.”

“Why do I feel like I’m being called to the principal’s office?”

He looked over with a cocky grin. “Have you been a bad boy?”

“Fuck you,” I scoffed.

He laughed at himself. “I’m just joking, asshole. No trouble here. Well. Not yet. If I get a few drinks in you tomorrow, I plan on causing some trouble.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about this.” he tossed a thick card across his desk. Its foiled lettering and intricate script were too flashy for my taste.

“What’s this?” I asked, picking it up.

“An invitation to a charity function being held tomorrow. I need you and your girlfriend to fill my table.”

“Huh,” I tossed the invitation back at him. “I don’t want to.”

“Come on, dude. Don’t make me invite my secretary.” He looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was listening. “Two drinks and he’s sloppy as fuck.”

I leaned back in the chair, folding my arms over my chest. “I have big plans for this weekend. I still don’t want to.”

Milton scoffed. “You told me at lunch you were just spending the weekend with your girl. Get out of the sack for a night and let her dress up. Women like feeling like a princess every once in a while.”

I smirked. “I always make my girl feel like a princess.”

“Bull shit,” he snorted. “Come on. She used to go to these things all the time. She will love it.”

That didn’t make me happy to hear. Not at all. I could imagine Lynn now, dressed to the nines and hanging on the arm of her asshole ex. He would have been the envy of every man there.

I hate that. She’s mine.

“Look at you.” Milton wiggled in his seat. “Getting jealous there, Trude?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughed, pushing the invitation back towards me. “You’re coming. You know you are. Stake your claim in front of everyone like you want. You can piss all over her heels, so no other men come sniffing. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

It sounded nice. Ever since my mom mentioned marriage, all I have been thinking about is staking my claim publicly on my girl. I was growing more and more sure by the day that she was my future.

“I’ll think about it,” I muttered, picking up the invitation.

“There we go,” he grinned. “I’ll put you both on the guest list.”

“I have to ask her first.”

“She’ll say yes.” Milton waved his hand.

I was about to come back with some smartass retort when an unpleasant thought popped into my head. “Hey, is her ex-husband going to be there?”

Milton looked uncomfortable for a second, then shrugged. “Would it be bad if he was? Wouldn’t that be more of a reason to show up with her beside you?”

It did sound tempting. I could rub his nose in my happiness. Happiness he threw away for some snake.

“Fine,” I groaned. “I’m going home,” I pushed myself up from his chair.

“? You mean your girlfriend’s house?”

“I meant home.” Lynn was my home. Even if I don’t live with her yet, I’ve already decided she was my home. My future.

“Don’t forget to ask your girlfriend ,” Milton told me teasingly as I left his office. “Piss on her heels all night long!” He yelled as I walked down the hall.

The receptionist looked at me oddly, but then went back to typing as I got on the elevator.

The entire drive home, I thought about how tomorrow would go if her ex was there. I want to show her off and make her feel like my queen, but I’m not sure how she will take it seeing her ex there.

I called her instead of worrying over it. If she said no now, I could call Milton and let him know she was uncomfortable with it before he solidified any more plans that included the two of us.

“Hello?” Her sweet voice carried through the car speakers, making me smile.

“Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?”

Her little sigh had me pushing the accelerator to get to her faster. “Trying on clothes my sister gave me.”

The brief anxiety I felt from hearing her sigh disappeared. She sighed a lot when her sister talked her into something she was unsure of. I laughed gently, wondering what clothes her sister could have given her.

“What kind of clothes?”

“Work out clothes.”

“You said you needed some,” I reminded her. “Are they that bad?”

“Not bad ,” she said nervously. “They’re just not something I would pick out myself.”

“I’m sure they’re fine,” I grinned to myself. She’s adorable.

“I don’t know,” she sounded worried still. “I promised her I’d let you see it first. Then I’m taking it off.”

If her sister gave her the clothes, I don’t know what to expect.

“I’m on my way to you now, so I’ll see you in a few minutes. I’ll check them out then. But, hey. I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?”

“I got an invitation to a charity thing tomorrow night. Would you want to go? Milton kinda pushed it on me at the last minute, and I wanted to run it by you first.”

“A charity function? Like, one of those table events?”

She sounded familiar with these things. “I think so. He mentioned buying a table.”

“So it’s formal, huh? That should be fun. Yeah, I don’t mind going.”

“Good. I’ll let him know. But there’s one more thing. Your ex might be there.”

Her silence stretched for several long seconds before she muttered a “huh”. She didn’t sound as thrilled now.

“We’re not sitting with him, are we?”

“No, no,” I quickly told her. “Milton wouldn’t have asked me if that was the case. He didn’t even sound too sure he would be there.”

“Well, it should be fine, then. Those events are usually so busy that you don’t talk to the same person twice. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

She’s a fucking angel. I swear. I couldn’t wait to show her off as my woman in front of the people who thought she belonged to another man. Yeah, it might be the equivalent of marking my territory, but I couldn’t help myself. Call me a dog, but this dog wanted the world to know the angel named Feighlynn was mine.

“You’re amazing. You know that, right?”

“I know,” she said cheerfully. “Now hurry and get home, so I can change out of this mess.”

I chuckled. “Yes ma’am. I’ll be there soon, baby.”

She told me to get home so naturally. I couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the way there.

~

Feighlynn

“Look what I can do,” I boasted as I flexed my nonexistent muscles.

Vin smirked, squeezing my arms. “Nice. You got a little swole going. Lifting those smoothies is paying off.”

“I know!” I giggled, biting my lip.

My eyes roamed down Vin’s biceps. They were swollen and hard, on full display in his cut-off shirt. Friday evenings have become my favorite, because I get to see Vin like this. Then I get to feel those delicious muscles throughout the weekend, uninterrupted by my weekly obligations.

Vin reached over, resting his hand on my thigh while giving it a gentle squeeze. His eyes flashed at my exposed legs. Kate gifted me the workout outfit I was now wearing, and I could tell Vin approved.

Kate has been more supportive of my new relationship since meeting Vin last Friday. She showed up at my house bright and early to present me with her gift of workout clothes. She said she specially ordered the baby making kind. The kind that pushed my girls and hinny up and showed more skin than I would normally be comfortable with.

After putting them on, I almost changed out of them about ten times, but Kate made me promise to leave them on until Vin saw them. His eyes when he walked into my room after getting off work were enough to keep me in them. I liked the way he hovered close by as I walked on the treadmill sipping my smoothie, too.

“I need to tell your sister thanks,” Vin mumbled low and huskily.

“What was that?”

“I said, are you hungry? Want to stop somewhere for dinner?”

I tried not to smirk as I shrugged. “I could eat.”

“I could give you something to eat,” he mumbled again.

“Oh yeah,” I laughed. “What would that be?”

His hand tightened on my leg. His eyes flickered to my thighs again. I tightened my thighs around his fingers, making him groan deeply.

“Let’s go back home, and I’ll show you.”

I giggle, feeling ten different kinds of giddy. He’s been referring to my house as our home a lot, and I love it. He’s really only at his house to sleep on the weekdays. Even my kids have become used to him being in our home.

“I like it when you call my house home,” I whispered shyly.

Vin’s heated gaze softened. His hand rubbed my thigh lovingly.

“I enjoy calling your house home, too. It feels like home. More than anywhere else ever has.”

I bit down on my lip as I stared up at him, thinking about the weight of what he just said. We haven’t been dating a full two months yet, and I already feel more attached to him than I ever have with any other person. Apart from my kids, of course. Even Kate says she’s never seen me this happy.

“Move in, why don’t you?” I teased shyly.

My heart went crazy at the tender look on his face.

“Is that an invitation?”

With an unsure shrug, I ducked down lower in my seat. “Would that be crazy?”

“Maybe,” he stopped at a stoplight and brushed the hair from my shoulder, “but I’m already crazy about you.”