〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat.
Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bo...
I congratulate them and put the phone down. I can't believe it. She did it. She found the man of her dreams, her future husband, the father of her child. I'm so damn happy for her, so proud of calling her my best friend. She has always stayed on course, followed her heart. And I know it's the only way to get what you want, to live your life to the fullest.
I look at the naked man sleeping next to me and bite my lip. I wore him out. This fucking fit, strong man is in a sex induced coma. He carried me to the bathroom after he played with my butt for a few more minutes. I'm telling you, the body part I used to hate, cause it didn't fit the jeans everyone was wearing, cause people would call me names for it, it has become a powerful weapon.
I can rule the world with it, get men to drool over it, get amazing sex out of it, draw attention to myself with it. I'm done hiding. I'm going shopping tomorrow. I need clothes that show off my assets. I was gifted this soft, jiggly body to keep this strong but fragile inside safe. And I'm embracing it, literally and figuratively.
I walk up to the mirror in Noah's hotel room and pose in front of it. Fuck yes, I'm sexy. And I know it. Like really believe it. I wink at myself and open the sliding door to the tiny balcony attached to Noah's room, the sea breeze blowing through the sheer curtains.
Walking over to the bed, swaying my hips for no one else but myself I grab my phone and step out on the balcony, leaning on the banister as I go through all of my messages. Reading through them I feel all the love from the words on the screen.
There, in the dark, in the middle of the night, I take the first active steps towards my new life.
I send a text to Francois. Asking him to find me outfits, worthy of a boss, showing off my curves in a tasteful way.
I message madame Antoine, pitching the idea of an internship, making sure she knows I want to do this and do it right.
I think about Donté. About his beautiful letter. How do I start the conversation? And shouldn't it be face to face? I hope he doesn't hate me for going silent on him. My fingers hover above the screen as my mind fills with doubt and worry.
I look over my shoulder at the sleeping Noah again. I could choose him. Turn Donté down and leave it at that.
My heart aches at the thought alone. I can't. I've decided to follow my heart and be honest, so I'm sticking with that. I start typing a message, straight from the heart.
Hi,
I'm sorry for going silent on you. I needed time to figure out things. To find out what I truly want and need in my life.
Your letter made me cry. Thank you for your beautiful words. They hit me right in the heart and they've helped me see myself through your eyes.
I love you Donté. Love you so much.
But the truth is that I love Noah too. I've had sex with him during this retreat. I'm sorry if that hurts you. I want to be completely honest with both of you.
I am not going to chose either one of you. I need to be in full control of my life right now. And I want to commit to myself and my job. Find my footing in this world. Follow my heart.
To be clear, I'm saying no to an exclusive relationship. I'm not saying no to being friends. Not even to a friends with benefits situation. But that's your choice. Because I want you to do what's right for you too. I love you enough to be okay if you want to cut me out of your life completely.
I will always love you though. I'll never forget you.
XO Ama.
I hit send and breathe out slowly. I did it, followed my heart. Went with what feels good to me without worrying about everyone else.
I step back into the room and crawl back into bed, snuggling up to the warm muscular body belonging to the curly cutie, who immediately wraps his arms around me. I drift off into the land of sleep again, feeling safe and loved.
♡
♡ NOAH
I wake up from a tickle in my nose and open my eyes slightly to find out what is causing that sensation. A sea of ginger locks is spread out over my chest and the bottom half of my face. I bury my nose into the beautiful hair, belonging to the sexiest woman I've ever held in my arms, taking in the scent deeply, goosebumps popping up underneath my tattoos.
I feel so blessed to be able to hold her right now and feel relieved she's asleep. I chuckle internally because she is the wildest woman I've ever had in my bed. She made me use up every last bit of energy I had yesterday. I carried her to the bathroom, showering with her, massaging her sore muscles, thinking she needed time to recover from the power yoga.
But she got down on her knees and worshiped the part of me that had been longing for her all day. She drained me of all my energy and when she snuggled up to me in bed, I passed out fast, dreaming of doing mundane everyday things with her.
I brush the hair out of her face and study her, taking in the freckles, red cheeks, and her pouty bottom lip. She's a work of art and heals all my aches and worries. And I love her more with every step she takes towards her true self.
We should talk about her future. About Donté even. Honesty is the only way to go forward. To have a chance at being in her life somehow. I try to store the images floating in my mind forever. If this never happens again, I will still have the memories till the day I die.
She mumbles in her sleep and I run my fingertips down her spine, aching to touch her more. But I would never do that without her permission, so I keep it decent. She rolls onto her back and stretches out, giving me a view of her pink nipples, perking up, ready to start a new day.
She turns to her side and rests her head on her hand as her eyes run down my body. I turn on my back, purposely pulling the sheet down just enough, making sure she sees the state I woke up in. I feel her eyes move lower, her gaze getting warmer as she follows the curves and edges of my abs.
"Ohh, someone else is awake and ready for a new day", her voice makes my penis jump up a little and she chuckles before licking the inside of her hand as she stares into my eyes.
Oh fuck me, she's going to...
I tilt my head back and moan.
We'll talk later.
♡♡♡
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There you go Noah fans. ;) I'm pretty sure I've given you what you wanted lately.
But if you're a Donté fan, don't give up. ;) She will meet with him face to face.
Let me know what you thought of this double update. I had a lot of fun writing them today. Getting more excited with every chapter.
It was a great weekend for me. I hope yours was too. Thanks for reading!
