Page 29 of Dream Cum True
“Him showing up here with the girls at this time of night is weird behavior.”
“I’m guessing he’s never done that?”
“Never. I only see Cairo when we are exchanging the girls, or if there is a camp or school function we both attend. We split custody, so he’s not on child support. The girls are covered by both of our health insurances. They have clothes, toys, and everything else they need at both houses. We only communicate about things concerning the girls.”
“It sounds like you have a very amicable setup, but based on his behavior, he wants you back.”
“That’s out of the question. I’ve told him that numerous times. Early on, I was friendlier than I am now, but he took it the wrong way, and I got tired of him shooting his shot every week. I realized it had to be entirely about the kids, or he’d remain hopeful about a reconciliation. The moment it was confirmed that he was cheating, I was done. There’s nothing he could do or say that would change that.”
“I don’t take what you’ve been through lightly, but his loss is my gain.”
I leaned forward and kissed her before wrapping her in an embrace. She rested her head against my chest as I rubbed her back, and we remained that way for a while.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome. Let’s go to bed.”
I spent the rest of the week with Karla, except for going to work. She made me lunch a few times, and although it took some serious restraint on both parts, we managed not to have sex during our short breaks together. As much as I wanted to have her for lunch, I didn’t want her to think everything was just about sex.
She may not have been looking for love, but I was, and my soul told me I’d found it with Karla. I’d never experienced it, but I understood how hard divorce was, especially when there were children involved. I was a patient man and wouldn’t rush Karla into anything she wasn’t ready for, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t do what was necessary to win her heart.
It was early Saturday afternoon, and after a few sessions of mind-blowing sex, we showered, dressed, and went to brunch. I had yet to experience much of Chicago, so I was low-key excited. We went to a Black-owned restaurant calledBatter & Berries. The wait was long, so I was hoping the food would be worth it.
Once we were seated and had a few minutes to view the menu, the server arrived. There was so much to choose from, but I finally settled on something and planned to come back a few times to try some other items on the menu.
“Do you come here often?” I asked.
She shook her head. “It’s probably good that I can’t come as often as I want, especially since I haven’t been working out like I used to.”
“You’re beautiful, and I’m really digging your thick ass just the way you are . . . but, if you want to get back to working out, I can help you.”
“Can you?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I already told you, I love my curves. As long as the focus is on my overall fitness and you don’t try to make me lose too much weight.”
“Nah, I’d never do that. I’m addicted to every inch of you, and I think I might love your curves more than you do.”
“You think so?”
“Haven’t you noticed I can barely keep my hands off you? I’d lay up under you, wrapped in them thick ass thighs, all day, every day if I could.”
She blushed, showing me her beautiful smile. Before Karla responded, the server returned with our drinks and promised our food would be out momentarily.
“Are you trying to get me caught up?” she asked when the server left.
“Caught up how?”
“Caught up in you.”
“Shit. That’s the goal, baby. Is it working?”
Once again, the server saved her from having to respond right away. She placed our plates in front of us and asked if we needed anything else. Everything looked delicious, so she promised to check in shortly.
After blessing the food, we dug in. I ordered the Poutine, which consisted of B&B herb fries, coffee-braised brisket, grilled onions, cheddar cheese, and ancho coffee sauce. I chose to havemy eggs scrambled. The first forkful was probably one of the most delicious bites of food I’d ever had.
Karla ordered caramel French toast, which was made with caramel batter, candied walnuts & DulceDeLeche. She got bacon and scrambled eggs on the side. As she enjoyed her first forkful, she closed her eyes and moaned.
