Page 31 of Our Promise
She shook her head. “I’m at work, Benny.”
He sat in the chair and placed her on his lap. “I just want to talk to you.” He rubbed her back with one hand while the other fell over her legs, securing her in his lap. “I want you to go away with me.”
“Benny…”
“I know you’re afraid, so I wanted to ease your mind.” He shifted in his seat, digging into his pants pocket. He produced a small box, and Lorielle’s eyes grew wide with shock.
“Benny!” She jerked back. “How is that supposed to ease my mind?”
“Just wait.” He pulled out his phone, going to his music app.
“You are crazy.”
“Just relax.” He pulled the ring out and placed the box on the table. It was fourteen-karat white gold like her necklace. He grabbed her left hand and slipped it on her ring finger.
“It’s a promise ring.” The size seven, five-carat diamond ring slid onto her finger easily. “The feelings that I have for you are real, but until you’re comfortable with me saying all the things I feel, I’ll keep them to myself and let the music do the talking.”
“Promise” by Jagged Edge began to play, then he joined in, crooning in her ear.
Benny wasn’t stingy with his fortune. He bought women stuff in the past, but that was just material things with no meaning. No woman could ever say he sang for them or gave them a ring. Lorielle was the only one.
“Benny, this is not a promise ring,” she said as she held her hand up to admire the beauty he laced her finger with. “How much did this cost?”
It wasn’t just a promise ring, but he wouldn’t tell her that. Neither was he going to tell her the cost. She was worried about the ring, but she was wearing more around her neck.
She looked at him. “This is crazy, you know that?”
“Maybe, but does it feel wrong?” he asked. Lorielle shook her head. He agreed. For once, everything felt like it was going the way it should. “Because you know it’s right.” There were so many unspoken things they were saying through their eyes. Hope. Love. Desire.
“Mmhm.” She turned, straddling him. She moaned in his neck when his manhood began to rise.
“All right, don’t start something in here that you can’t finish.”
“I can finish it.” She kissed him. “This was so thoughtful. Thank you.” She kissed him again, and this time it was filled with so much passion that it grew to a full make out session that had his dick threatening to rip through his pants.
“Dawson, you in here?”
The four quick knocks were enough time for him to sit her in the chair next to him before the door was pushed open.
In walked a man that apologized for interrupting.
“Zane, this is Bernard Collins.” She stood, moving in the man’s direction. Benny followed close to her. “Benny, Zane Mitchell. He’s a part of my team here.”
“You own Cup of Jo, right?” Zane asked as he held out his hand to Benny.
“Yes.” He shook the other man’s hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.” He turned to Lorielle. “I came to see if you wanted to get lunch, but I see you’re busy. Did you want me to pick you up something?”
Before Lorielle could answer, Benny spoke up. “I’m actually going to steal her away for the next few days. She’s not even supposed to be here.”
He could feel Lorielle staring at him, but he kept his eyes on the man in front of him.
Zane said, “She’s passionate about her work, but I understand needing to rest.”
“Which is why I’m here to take her away.” He turned to Lorielle who was still staring a hole in his face. “It was a surprise.” He winked at her.
“Such a surprise I’m still speechless.”
