Dickmatized Dainty

53• Lázuri Niah Scott

 
 
How can I live my life with a man whom lacks trust in his woman. Or how can I trust him ever again.

After the birth of our son, our relationship continues nicely as if we weren't going to have any issues.

Five months more in South Africa with no way of returning home. I asked of home every month and if he hadn't made the promise of us returning then I wouldn't have had my hopes up.

Our son is now six months old.

A week after getting his immunization vaccine and the fever has worn off, this man had me thinking we're heading to the Caribbean. But first, we're making a short stop.

I was blind folded and had my ears covered with noice cancelling headphones. Being lead on his private jet and I knew by the seats, the rich smell and the experience I had during take off.

I only knew my son was with me when I got them off to feed him three times and that was it, I was drugged asleep by the man I trust.

I woke up in a new environment.

A larger house in the middle of nowhere as the front half had the view of thick forestry and our backyard overlooks the sea or the ocean.

Half being a rocky beach and the other half having a dock filled with boats.

The anxiety I felt as I knew I had nowhere to escape.

Maybe this is a private island and that's my only guest as only yachts in one area and helicopters are by the clearing in a distance.

My body shook with fear as the whole property is surrounded by security and there was no cars in sight.

No phones as I couldn't find my own or any for that matter.

I almost cried blood when I couldn't find my son.

This mansion or castle, whatever it was, it was huge.

It took me a good half hour to get to the ground floor since I got and that's where I found the André and his children.

Our son never left my sight.

I lost trust in everyone, so I ate what I cooked and he lets me.

We barely exchanged words, and for Robyn, I was protecting myself against her for she is her father's daughter. I'm only a stranger to this family.

This morning however, I could tell that something was going to happen.

André came in the room I requested as I wasn't going to sleep in the same bed as him. I only slept when our son does, keeping him close to me at all times.

So with an outfit on the bed, I knew I had to wear it as this as because a routine. It's a semiformal wear.

He puts out what he wants me to wear and I ask no questions or concerns about it. I'm scared.

It was around lunchtime when I was finished breastfeeding our son that he came and took him in his hand.

Immediately, the room was being surrounded by people.

I sat on the couch watching as men and women of every ethnicity, culture, complexion and sizes came in.

Some whom I've seen on television or so I thought, for people in fame is one thing I don't follow up.

I wasn't introduced to none except the one man that approched me with some helping hand as they carried documents.

Then I was brought around a table where lots of documents and large folders were placed in it.

André still stood aside with our son in his arms as he slept soundly.

His emerald green eyes stares right back at me and his face held a blank expression.

Fear ran through me as my intuition was right. A mother's worst fear as came to life.

He won't give me my baby and I'm not someone to cause a scene and he knows this. He admits to loving this characteristics I have as he too is like this.

I eyed the crowd of people and it's almost impossible to count the amount.

They were in this surroundings but seems so far away. They softly whispered words to each other, having beverages issued by servers and a buffet out in different corners of the huge hall. Few seated and others stand, yet they kept their distance and would look me a few times.

While I'm suffocating by the space between my child and myself. I'm slowly losing myself ever second as I sat here.

Before me, a server placed a bottle water to my left and the man whom introduces himself as André's lawyer puts two pens next to my hand.

"Please place your name and signature on the attendance list." He puts the big thick book before me and points at the very top across from André's.

Below that are many names and signature of probably theses very people here.

My hand trembled as I took up the pen but paused.

"Attendance for what?" I inquired and he smiled.

"For being here to experience something new." That was all he said.

"I'm not selling my soul, so what am I signing my attendance for?" I demanded, glaring at him.

His eyes connected with André's before he took a few steps away.

The hand I felt on my shoulders a minute later was Robyn's.

"My little brother is one of the most powerful men in his very room, even though he's just an infant." She smiles happily. "This books is much like an attendance record that teachers have in school to see who's present or absent. That's why you're signing this for."

Sighing, I signed it and wrote my name. The book was taken and placed aside.

The next hour was spent signing documents and André never came over. Robyn and his lawyer explained everything.

For every contact I signed, André's signature was there as well.

A non-disclosure agreement, a MSA (Master service agreement), unconscionable, time and material, mutual agreements, licensing and a few others.

The main two being of marriage and agreeing to having my son in my life based on what his future upholds.

The marriage certificate got signed but the next one was the marital agreement. I'll have access to an awful lot of money and it's up to me to do what I want with it. There are requirements, marital rights that he expects of me and I got the option of choosing what I agree to or even add my own say.

Luckily, he has my best interest at heart. Financially, physically, spiritually and mentally. He's now my husband. Lawfully.

An to our son, I'm agreeing to be a mom as long as I don't get in his father's way of meddling in his destiny. Whatever the hell that means, I can only be the supportive mom. I'll have to speak with André otherwise and he can either agree or disagree.

The weight that got lifted off my shoulder when I signed it, seeing as it's the very last contract made me happy.

It was then that André brought him to me and kisses my forehead.

I just signed my life away.

"We're legally married." He whispered to me as I looked up at him.

It's like he just read my mind.

"You really trapped me this time, Mister Pierce." I signs.

"You're mine, Ms. Pierce." He chuckled and puts his arms around me then lowered his mouth to my ear. "I promised to take you home after this short stop. We're heading to Jamaica tomorrow."

I literally cried just to hear those words. There was hope after all.