59. The G Spot

Dakota stands there with his hands casually tucked into his pockets and eyes on me, unwavering and attentive.
There is no playful grin on his lips now, only a raw, earnest hope that makes something move inside my stomach.
“Today is Sunday, and I don’t really have anything on my schedule.” He says looking out of the window, then dragging his eyes back at me with a question.
“So, do you want to go out for shopping with me?”
My eyes light up and my heart almost leaps out of my chest with excitement at the thought of walking out of these confined walls that are holding me in prison for nearly a week.
“Yes.” I respond too quickly, too happily, that I couldn’t help a blush to bloom on my face. “I would love to.” I add soberly.
A smile curve Dakota’s lips. The smile is warm, which directly reaches to his eyes and transforms his entire demeanor completely into someone attractively approachable.
“Great! I have a few emails to check, meanwhile you can have your breakfast. Martina prepared french toast for you.” Dakota says pointing towards the plate at the corner of the counter. “I asked her to add whipped cream and berries for you. I thought you would like it.”
My eyes draw to the fluffy caramelised bread with blueberries, strawberries, and just as he mentioned, a dollop of whipped cream garnished on top, looking like a Buckingham palace breakfast.
“Thanks.” I murmur sheepishly.
Dakota once again gives me one of his handsome smirks, and leaves the kitchen typing on his phone. I turn away with heated cheeks, and thoughts running as fast as a cocained hamster on a wheel.
*Oh my sweet baby dream Jesus!*
This giant man, whose default expression is scowling and frowning, has unleashed more smiles at me in past one hour than I have ever seen in my entire life.
And on top of that, he decided to finally give me clothes, resolve the legal case, lavish me with compliments, and now taking me out for shopping?
*Which side of the bed did he wake up from?*
My face turns red like to-ma-toes as the clip of him kissing my hand, replays in my mind. And suddenly, all the blood rushes to that one spot, where I still feel his lips brushing over my skin.
*Sweet lord!* I don’t remember when was the last time someone kissed my hand or even held with such delicate care, as if I am made of porcelain and could shatter any moment.
*‘I will never forget..’*
His voice, deep and velvety, still sends chills dancing down my spine as it continues to resonate like an echo in the corridors of my mind. I think I will never forget it!
*‘My personal whore..’*
Suddenly his voice changes in my head, rougher and deeper. A wave of melancholy washes over me and I can’t help but close my eyes as once again, all the haunted memories flood back into my mind.
The way he made me crawl for him, ripped me off my dignity, spat at me with degrading words and forced on me to feel his brutally, night after night with no sense of empathy.
And when I open my eyes, I stare back at my hand which tingles with the heat of his warm lips and once again, his voice echoes in my head. *‘Thank you..’*
*Fucking-Llamas-in-Pajamas!*
I feel my blood pressure sky-rocketing. I am so frustrated right now that I feel like to go punch him with a steel brick, but then also to nurse him back.
I want to push his stupid-arrogant head under water till I see those oxygen bubbles stop, but then rush to give him a CPR.
Oh God, no! I am becoming like him..
*A bipolar!*
My mind is like scrabbled eggs, completely messed up as I come sit on the high stool. I stare at the French toast adorned with fresh berries that he specially asked for me.
*Why? Why is he being so sweet?*
Trying to understand this man is like trying to put on socks on an octopus. *It’s just confusingly impossible!*
I shake my head, and take a bite of the caramelised bread. It’s rich, sweet and melts in my mouth like butter.
“I bet he is a robot.” I whisper to the strawberries who are attentively listening to me. “And someone upgraded his software.”
*Dakota 2.0 - Now with smiles.*
I hear footsteps getting louder in my ears and I hastily gulp down the remaining berries.
“Let’s go.”
I turn around and the blueberry almost falls out of my open mouth as I see Dakota Black, king of darkness, the man who is always dressed in shades of night, now standing before me in a soft peach-coloured shirt, a shade that matches with the hue of my dress.
My eyes wander to the first three buttons of his shirt, which are carelessly left undone. Through the opening, his chiseled chest and a hint of hair are visible, upon it adorns a shiny platinum chain around his neck, which adds extra points to his look.
“Shall we?” Dakota’s lip curl into a smirk, a boyish smirk that makes him look seven years younger than his age.
Though his name is Black, I see no inch of darkness in him.
In fact he appears so shiny and bright, it’s like his personality is flipped completely like a coin.
“Yeah.” I murmur, getting up and wiping my surprised mouth.
I follow him outside like his tail, when he pulls out a small remote from the pocket of his cream coloured pants and presses a button.
Instantly, the sleek black car in front of us responds with a series of red blinking lights, and I finally get to read the name beneath its growling emblem.
*Jaguar..*
A wild animal like him.
Dakota grasps the handle and the door swings open gracefully, inviting me inside. “After you, ma-Damn.” He smirks looking at me.
*He has definitely hit his head!*