I wasn’t nervous when it came to public speaking. This shit was just hard. I felt so many emotions right now. My mind was on Marissa, then I thought about Sarai, and I was still dealing with this mess with Creed, so this felt harder than what it shouldhave been. I could feel Law get closer to me. His large hand held me on the small of my back, and for whatever reason, his touch gave me the boost that I needed. I picked up one hand, and I reached back, grabbing his for a second, and that was just my way of letting him know that I felt him.
“Marissa and I grew up together. Only six years old when we met. I have a twin sister, and growing up, my sister and I used to say that the three of us were triplets because we called Marissa our sister too. We did everything together that kids our age would do. We didn’t attend the same school, but it didn’t matter because she stayed right across the street, so I would still see her every day. Marissa moved away when we were in middle school, and I just remember that pain being something similar to when I was a little girl, and my dad had gotten in trouble with the law, and he was deported back to the Dominican Republic. Back then, the power of social media wasn’t around, so once she left, we no longer kept in contact. It was so long ago that I really don’t even think we exchanged numbers. After she left, life just happened. We got older. I got married, had kids, was into my career, and Marissa and I never really spoke again. A few years ago, she reached out to me on social media. I remember when I saw the direct message from her. She gave me her phone number, and I called her instantly. We spoke for hours. We were no longer kids. We were full on adults, who were going through different things in life. I came out here to New York to visit her. We did so many things together that day. I had the biggest, greasiest slice of pizza that I’ve ever had in my life. She took me to walk the Brooklyn bridge, we took so many pictures with each other, and she also took me to different bodegas. She was no longer a Miami girl. My girl was now a Brooklyn girl, with a whole accent. I’ll never forget the hug that she gave me at the end of the day, and the amount of times that she kept telling me how that day was the best day of her life,” I paused because I gotchoked up a little bit, and I used my hands to wipe the tears from my eyes.
My eyes landed on Miley’s again, and she had a tissue in her hand that she was using to wipe tears from her eyes.
“Mama Miley, I know this hurts. Sevyn and I were once in your shoes. Sitting front row, having to watch something that we created no longer being here anymore. I won’t tell you that it gets better because I know that’s not what you want to hear, so I won’t say it. The pain that you’re going through right now, I don’t really have a name for it because it’s a pain like no other. If I leave you here with anything though, I just really want you to know that Marissa mattered in this life. She was loved. Looking around this room, with all these people here, I know that she is still loved. You’ll probably never feel whole again because Lord knows that I still don’t. Mama to mama, you aren’t alone in this, and I will continue to pray for you,” my voice cracked at the end.
Miley nodded her head towards my words, and she mouthed to me that she loved me, and I did the same in return. There was more that I wanted to say in my speech, but I couldn’t do it. I was too shaken up to say anymore.
I backed away from the podium, and I thought that we were going to walk away, and go back to our seats, but Law grabbed my hand, stopping me from leaving. He had me stand by his side, and he went up to the mic, so that he could say a few things as well. Law was much stronger than I was, so he was able to get through his speech without taking as many pauses as I’d done. His speech was funny, and it wasn’t so heart-felt as mine was. He talked about all the good memories that he had with Marissa. During his speech, he had the whole church cracking up because things that he was saying about Marissa, it’s like everyone could vouch for it. He eventually finished, and once he was done, we both went over to Miley, and we hugged her tightly.
Another thirty minutes later, and the funeral eventually wrapped up. We had our driver follow the hurst, so that we could go to the gravesite, which would be Marissa’s final resting place. It was hard to see her body get lowered into the ground like that. I cried some more, but we got through it. Once that was over, Law and I both agreed that we would go to the repast, so that we could spend a little time with Miley, and we both had written separate checks for her, that were in envelopes that we wanted to give to her before we headed out.
“If people ask us if we’re still together, what are we supposed to tell them?” I asked Law. We were sitting in the back of the escalade, with about ten minutes left to go. The repast was being held in the church’s fellowship hall.
That question that I just asked Law caused him to turn his head, look at me, and he laughed.
“You single. I told you that you had to grovel. I haven’t seen you grovel yet,” he replied, and this time, it was my turn to laugh.
“Because I didn’t even get the time to start. I woke up out of my sleep to the bullshit from your son. Let’s stay in New York one more day. We can leave out tomorrow morning. I’ll start groveling when we get back to the room. I feel like I can’t do all that I want to do back at home because how am I going to explain to the kids that I’m leaving the house, so that I can go fuck their daddy?” I asked a genuine question.
“When your mama, sister, and Milan ask you why you decided to stay another night in New York, what’s going to be your answer?” he wanted to know, and I giggled, and used my hand to tuck my hair behind my ear.
“That I’m running off two hours of sleep, so we decided to stay, so that I could get some rest,” I let him know, and he shook his head.
He did agree that we could stay for another night though. When we left my mom’s house early this morning, he had thedriver take me back home, where I showered, and I got ready for the funeral at home. He went to his place as well, so that he could get ready. After that, the driver picked him back up, came and got me, and we left Miami, and headed straight for New York, already in our clothes for the funeral. We didn’t have any bags with clothes for us, but we were in New York, and it was easy to just stop somewhere, and grab whatever clothes and toiletries that we were going to need. For now, I needed to find out what I was going to do to kick off this groveling that this man said I had to do. Whatever I did, it had to be epic.
9:34 p.m.
We’d just checked into theLUMA Hotel Times Square.We’ve been here for about ten minutes now. The second we made it inside; I rushed to get inside of the bathroom because I had to pee really bad. Once I finished, I went over to the sink, where I washed my hands. I walked inside the bathroom with a bag filled with toiletries because we’d stopped at a few stores, where we grabbed things that we were going to need. I dug around inside the bag, looking for the hair claw clip that I’d purchased, and once I had it, I pulled my long hair up, did a twirl, and I clipped it.
There was a massive sized, jacuzzi tub in the bathroom, and if I opened the double doors, you could be able to see out into the bedroom, and if we opened the sliding door for the balcony, we could see the beautiful view that we had of Times Square. You know that I was in operation grovel mode, so I went ahead, and I started the tub, adding the bubble bath that the hotel had resting on the side of the tub, and I made sure that the water was nice and warm. I was running Law’s bath. After the long day that him, and I had, I knew that he could use this relaxing bath.
The water filled up quickly, and then I walked out into the bedroom, where he was. There was an accent chair that sat in the corner of the room. It was right by the glass, sliding door, that he’d already opened, so we could see the beautiful views. He sat there, head leaned back, arms on either side of the chair, and I knew from his posture alone that he was tired. The suit jacket that he had been wearing was off. It was resting on the back of the chair that he was sitting down in. His legs were spread a little bit, and hisChristian Louboutindress shoes were still on his feet. I kneeled right in front of him, and because he could feel my presence, it caused him to lift his head up, and he looked down at me. He smirked when he saw what I was doing, but he didn’t stop me.
I started with his right foot, untying the lace, and I removed the shoe. Law had big feet. That statement that people would make about men with big feet having big dicks was so true because he was working with a monster sized dick.
Once I had the right shoe off, I removed the trouser socks that he was wearing. The brand wasHugo Boss,and it was silk material. For a man, Law had such beautiful feet. I knew that he would get pedicures, and manicures, but he wouldn’t allow them to paint his nails clear though. He just went for the maintenance of it.
Everything that I just did with his right foot, I did with the left, and now that both shoes were off, I sat down, putting his right foot in my lap, and I started massaging his feet. I gave each foot a five-minute massage, not wanting to do it too long because I didn’t want the bath water to get too cold.
I rose up, getting on my knees, and I brought my hands closer, going for the tie that he was wearing, that was barely hanging on because he’d unloosened it. I took it off and tossed it on the dresser that was on the side of me. Next, I started unbuckling his shirt. I removed it, along with removing his wifebeater. I assisted him with getting out of his slacks, just leaving him in his briefs. Now, here he was, sitting in just his briefs, legs still partially opened, and arms still on either side of the chair. He looked so good. Good enough to eat. I leaned in, placing kisses on his neck, his chest, sucking, and biting on each ab that he had, and I didn’t want to go any further than that because we wouldn’t make it to the tub, so I just stood up, reached my hand out for him, which he took. When he stood, I could see the bulge in his briefs. Seeing that, caused me to smile.
He followed me into the bathroom, where I walked over to the tub, and he came over as well. I took his briefs off, so all he had to do was step out of them. From there, he stepped into the tub, letting his arms hang outside, and he laid his head back, just enjoying this moment. You could tell that his body needed this soak.
“You gone get in with me?” he asked, with his eyes closed.
“After I bathe you,” I let him know.
“Take that dress off. If you going to bathe me, I would rather see you do it without any clothes on,” he responded. It was his world, and I was willing to do whatever the hell he wanted me to.
I stood up, and it was easy for me to reach behind me, and unzip my own dress, so I quickly did that. I had it off in no time. I was wearing aBalmainfitted dress, that I’d paid a couple of grand for, so I couldn’t just take this dress off, and throw it on the tiled floor, like it wasn’t worth anything. Instead, I walked it over to the counter, and I nicely sat it down.
I walked back over to Law, and his eyes were on me the entire time. I was quick with the way I stepped out of my lace panties, and the matching bra. I tossed those items to the side, and I got back down on my knees, and this time, I was going to start washing his body. I’d already brought his soap over, so the next thing for me to do was grab a washcloth, where I lathered a good amount of soap onto it, and I started right at his neck, washingthat area, his chest, up under his arms, and his stomach. It wouldn’t be my first time bathing him. I’ll tell ya’ll some things that I used to do back in our marriage, when I was head over heels in love with him, and I know for a fact that ya’ll will look at me like I was bat shit crazy. I knew how to be submissive and loving towards my man. When our marriage went left after Sarai, all those things that I used to do for him just stopped.
I was comfortable with what I was doing, so much so, that as I was doing it, I was humming while doing it. Law was at peace, head leaned back, just allowing me to cater to him. I was up on my knees, with a towel underneath them, so that I wouldn’t hurt my knees. Because I was elevated the way that I was, my titties were right in his face, so he turned his head around, looked me in my eyes, and then he was eye to eye with my breast. He looked at them like he wanted to demolish them. When he leaned his head in closer, and he went for my right nipple, kissing it, I couldn’t even say that I was surprised that he’d done that. He softly sucked on my right nipple, which caused me to lose focus on what the hell I was doing, so I ended up dropping the washcloth in the tub. He held my nipple in between his teeth, bit it, which made me jump. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. He kissed it and was back to softly sucking on it. He finished that, and everything that he’d just done to my right nipple, he went ahead and did the same thing to my left.
It was hard focusing, but I ended up getting through the session of bathing him.
