Wrong Injection

Chapter 72

As I finished applying my makeup, the doorbell rang, and a smile spread across my face. I knew exactly who it was. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs, swinging the door open to reveal Sultan King West standing before me, looking dashing in his all-black Armani suit. I couldn't help but stare at him, my eyes drinking in the sight of his chiseled features and impeccable style. It was as if I was seeing him for the first time all over again. "Are you done looking beautiful?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I nodded, feeling a flutter in my chest. "You look extremely amazing," he complimented, his eyes roving over me appreciatively.

He held out his hand, and I placed mine in his, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched.

We arrived at one of King's hotels in New York City, and as we stepped inside, I was struck by the incredible reception. The grandeur of the hotel's interior took my breath away, and I felt like royalty walking alongside Sultan.

"This spot is beautiful," I said, gazing around at the serene surroundings.

"Yes, very beautiful," his eyes drifting to me, and I blushed, sensing he might be referring to me rather than the scenery. I continued to take in the tranquil atmosphere in silence. Lanterns hung from every corner, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, tulips, daisies, and ferns. I smiled, inhaling deeply, and felt a sense of peace wash over me. But as I realized we were alone, I turned to him with a curious expression.

"Sultan, where are your workers and everyone else?" I asked, surprised by the emptiness.

"Tonight, this place belongs to you and me alone," he replied, his voice low and husky. He took my hand and swung me into the circle of his arms. His mouth covered mine hungrily, and I kissed him back eagerly and passionately. He pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes locked on mine with an intense gaze. In one fluid motion, he knelt before me, his arms wrapping around my waist, his face pressed against my stomach. I ran my hands through his hair, gently raking my fingers through the strands.

"Milani, this is my first time doing this, and I'm nervous," he confessed, his voice laced with vulnerability and I looked at him, confused.

"Doing what Sultan?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. And He gazed up at me, his eyes locking onto mine, then he gently took my hands, placing a soft kiss on my knuckles.

"I want you to listen to me," he said, his hands cold and trembling with nervousness.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper and he took a deep breath.

"Milani, I know we started this for all the wrong reasons. We've been having sex without any good intentions, but now... now you like me, and I like you too. You wouldn't respond to my kisses the way you do if you didn't," he teased, his words making my hands tremble, but I nodded and smiled back at him. "All I want is you, forever, every day – just you and me. Milani, what I'm trying to say is... I love you." My heart skipped a beat as his words left me speechless. "Milani, I love you," he repeated, his voice filled with emotion.

"Y-you really love me?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.

"Yes," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I know this is weird, but I think it started the first time we had sex. I must confess, I tried to resist, to ignore it by ignoring you. But I couldn't fight love. I knew you were the one for me the moment I saw you by the pool at my hotel in Ghana." Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to his heartfelt confession.

"Oh, Sultan," I whispered, cradling his face in my hands and caressing it softly.

"The first time I saw you by the pool, I couldn't take my eyes off you," he continued. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I wasn't a believer in love, but when I set eyes on you, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if I was head over heels in love with you instantly."

"Oh God, I think I'm dreaming. Do you really love me?" I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Yes, I'm dead serious Lani. With all my heart, body, and soul. I love you to the moon and back," his words filled with conviction. He stood up, pulling me tightly into his chest. "Say you love me too, Lani. I want to hear those three words from your lips," his voice laced with longing.

"I-I love you, I love you, Sultan," I sobbed softly, each word tumbling out. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, and swept me into his arms, carrying me into one of the rooms without breaking the kiss.

Once inside, he gently laid me on the bed and helped me out of my dress. "I'm all yours, Lani. While I'm with you, there'll be no one else in my life. And I expect the same from you," his bold gaze holding mine as his expert mouth claimed mine in a series of tantalizing, rough, and soft kisses. "Tell me you're mine, Milani. Only mine," he whispered against my lips, his kisses leaving me breathless.

"I'm all yours, Sultan. And you're mine," I whispered, and he sealed my lips with a tender kiss.