All Chapters of Aaliyah’s Return : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

His chef made a Cajun spiced grilled fish and sauteed vegetables we ate in companionable silence. Desmond deboning my fish steak expertly as if he were a Michelin-star chef. A man of many talents. Desmond has always been attuned to my needs in a unique way. Before I ask for something he has made it available ready like how he hired Gabe and got a place for Amanda on such short notice. He is always ready to cater to my needs and he pays attention to details. It must be the reason why he is one of the youngest and successful hoteliers in the world. I have been watching him across the dining table, the way he handled his fish and mine. And I feel some new feelings starting to emerge... Something I can't quite name yet.. After our meal. Desmond leans back in his chair and gives me a soft penetrating look “ Aakiyah you are working too hard,” he says. “You barely allowed your hands to rest all morning. Take a break please.” I raised my brow at him and tease. “ Desmond, what will you have

Once the aftershocks of my orgasm reduce to a slow hum, my body is still sensitized and in heat. I tug on my hands again, remembering I am entirely at his mercy. The blindfold sharpens all my other senses… each sound, each touch, each breath, every move, every time he shifts or the bed dips on my side. Excitement courses through me because I do not know what is coming next. “Desmond…” I groan. “Aaliyah, I am here… Now, do you like this?” He uses a feather to brush feather-light strokes across my already sensitive nipples. I gasp, twisting, trying to unravel the knot, even though the restraint makes me more excited. “Ommm… Desmond… Hmmm…” “Yes, Aaliyah. Hold on, this is about to get sweet…” What does that mean? I think to myself before I can ask him.…I feel a thick sticky substance landing on my skin. Cool and sticky. Soon after I feel his tongue licking it off. The contrast between the coldness of the syrup and the heat of his tongue against my skin is nearly my undoing. I

Once I start to unwind again, my heart rate returning to normal, Desmond lays his hand on my chest to check. Once he is satisfied, he asks me, “Aaliyah, are you feeling better?”I nod, my hand softly trembling.“Good,” he says, his fingers brushing over mine. “So, are you ready to face the music now?” Before I respond, I consider making a dash for it, or putting my phone under my pillow and pretending like I never received the said e-mail in the first place. But hiding or trying to run away from issues will not solve anything.“Yes,” I whispered. I stand up, picking up the phone and holding it in my hands. Laying back down on the bed, I tell him, “Okay Desmond, let’s do it.”Desmond moves closer to me, resting against me once again, his body warmth giving me the strength I need. I whisper a prayer to the goddess silently: Whatever is inside the e-mail, give me the strength to face it head-on. And then, with one shaking finger, I open the email. The messages come to light slow

After a short while, Brandon calls and says they’re on their way back. I get up begrudgingly and start dressing. I still feel warm tingles all over my body thanks to Desmond’s healing hands. He insists on carrying all my drawing materials folders, canvases, and rolls of paper in his arms as we make our way to the elevator. The ride down is quiet, my mind still rattled from everything we’ve just uncovered. As soon as the elevator doors open, we walk quickly to the door and I unlock it. I go straight to the small kitchen and fill the kettle, the familiar act calming my nerves more than anything. The delicious smell of Arabian coffee soon fills the air, wrapping the flat in a sense of peace. Desmond sets my things neatly in a corner inside my office, then leans on the kitchen counter beside me.Moments later, the sound of footsteps echoes from the stairwell. The door swings open, and Noah bursts in like a ray of sunshine.“Mommy!” he shouts, running straight into my arms. “I miss

After a lone light breakfast of fruits, I feel a sudden adrenaline rush. I know it won’t stop, until I actually work it off, so I dress up in my cute workout clothes and head to the gym with Gabe in tow. Brandon and Noah are still in bed, so I pens a note in the fridge. On our way to the elevator, I call Amanda to catch up on work. “Good morning, Boss,” she answers cheerfully. “Good morning, Amanda. Did you sleep well?” I ask, smiling to myself. “Yes, Boss, I did. Thanks for asking. How about you?” “Not too bad. A bit early for me, but I’ll survive,” I say with a laugh. We exchange a few light pleasantries, just small talk, before moving on to work. “So, what’s the latest?” I ask. “Nothing much, Boss. I went to Wyoming to deliver the last few pieces of furniture to Madam Hung. Her house is done. I dropped a few cards with her friends, so I am expecting new clients heading into the new week.” I clap lightly. “Excellent, Amanda! Just what I like to hear. Send m