Saint And Sinners (116 page)

This caused the baby girl to burst out in tears and scream, ‘Noooo!’ in a shrill voice.
Xenia quickly picked her up and kissed the top of her head. “That doesn’t seem right,
now does it?”

Isis tears continued to roll as she nodded her head.

“So you see, that is what happened in a place far, far away from here. But this little
doll right here…” Xenia bent down to grab a Barbie with wild hair from the girl’s
pink and purple sparkly toy box, and said, “This doll can change all of that. She
can tell Cookie Monster that neither he nor anyone else can tell others how to run
their tea party. Isis, you are this Barbie doll.”

The little girl smiled and nodded. It was her favorite Barbie doll, after all.

“So, would you like to tell Cookie Monster ‘no’?”

Isis frowned and said, “Yes! I tell him ‘no’!” She pointed angrily at the Cookie Monster
that now lay on the floor.

“That’s perfect. There is a piece of paper in Mommy and Daddy’s room, like the paper
you draw on, baby. It has a bunch of words that mean just what I said—only they call
Cookie Monster something else, and the Barbie doll another name, too. All you have
to do is write your name on it, just like we’ve been practicing. That’s how you tell
Cookie Monster no, okay?”

Isis nodded in agreement.

“Now, do you understand Mommy?”

“Yes.”

“Say it back to me. Tell Mommy what I am asking you to do, baby.”

Saint smiled as he sat on the side of the little girl’s Doctor McStuffin’s daybed,
observing with his leg crossed over his thigh.

“Mommy said Cookie Monster mean and try to boss my dollies around!” Isis said in a
loud voice, her brows dipped. “I don’t want Cookie Monster to do dat, Mommy!”

“Okay.” Xenia laughed as she kissed the girl’s cheek.

They disappeared from the room at that moment and soon returned with the paper and
an ink pen. She sat Isis down at her tiny pink and white frilly table on which sat
an elaborate miniature golden tea seat sent to her from Beset. Saint watched in amazement
as Xenia pointed to where Isis should sign her full name. Her last name, ‘Aknaten’,
seemed to be a bit tricky for the young girl, but Xenia was careful to not hold her
hand while she signed…and Saint decided to videotape this portion on his phone as
a ‘just in case.’ When Isis was finished, Xenia gathered her in her arms and handed
the signed paper to him, giving him a satisfied look that said, ‘And that’s how you
get it done.’ Then, she exited the room, leaving him there, smelling sugar and spice,
and everything nice…

And now, here he stood, stopping Xenia from entering their dining room while he lavished
her earlobe with butterfly kisses and inhaled her sweet perfume. His cock twitched
in anticipation of what was to come, but he controlled himself for he had other pressing
matters to attend to first. He pulled a bit away from her, and looked into her eyes.

She looks absolutely exhausted…

The boys were back in school, Isis had many play dates with children her age now,
and with all the running around in the cold temperatures, Saint figured it would be
nice for the two of them to just have their new home all to themselves for a change.
He’d already arranged for Lawrence and Donna to keep the kids overnight. Matter of
fact, Donna volunteered, wanting to return the repeated favors of Xenia doing the
exact same for their little one.

As if reading his mind, she looked into his eyes and asked, “Okay, now that you’ve
wowed me and I’m over the shock of it all, where are my children?”

“With Donna and Lawrence…”

She nodded and seemed to reflect on that a bit.

“I see.” she tapped her finger against her lower lip. “And what did I do to deserve
all of this?”

“You’re
you
, isn’t that enough?” He ran his hand soothingly over her shoulder. “Here, let me
get this.” He helped her slide out of her coat and slung it over his arm, butler style.
“Stay right there, I’ll be right back.” He disappeared, and returned with a glass
of white wine, a strawberry floating in it. Her eyes widened in surprise as the music
grew a bit louder, playing Teddy Pendergrass’ ‘Lady.’

“Xenia, I want you to listen, I mean
really
listen to the words of this song… This is what my heart thinks of you every second
of the day…’I’m your knight and shining armor…and I love you’…”

Pressing her to him, he leaned in and caressed the top of her ear with his lips. As
they slowly swayed back and forth to the music and he lavished her face with tender
kisses, her body trembled softly in his arms. They remained quiet, embracing one another
tightly, as the pain, fear and torture finally released from her body, right there
while he rocked her steady, easing her tension away.

“That’s right…you are the love of my life, Xenia.”

“You’re mine too, baby.”

Damn, she feels so good…

He tightened his arms around her waist. The softness of her breasts pushed against
him and the warmth of her body encompassed his soul, touching him all over like the
heat from a glowing flame.

“Mmmm…” she murmured. He lifted her chin with two fingers, bringing her gaze to his.

“What are you thinking about right this moment?” he asked with a hint of a smile.

“Just about how wonderful it feels to be in your arms, and you always seem to know
what I need.”

He stroked her hair and laid a kiss on the side of her neck. “We can do whatever you
want tonight. Anything you like…” he stated before landing yet another kiss on her,
this one right on the lips.

She looked deeply into his eyes and tenderly wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love slow dancing with you right now, I think.” She paused and smiled. “I think
we can just play this by ear, go with the flow.”

“I like that.”

She kissed his nose.

“I like that very much,” he repeated.

They kept slow dancing until Teddy belted the last lyric. Then, she slowly released
him, exhaled and looked at the dining room table.

“Here,” he clapped his hands and grabbed one seat. “Let me pull out your chair, baby.”

She sat down, unwrapped her linen napkin and placed it over her lap.

“Saint.” She watched eagerly as he removed the silver dome top over a platter, revealing
two steamed lobsters, fresh red peppers and cardamom jus. “I was just getting ready
to say again how good this smells, but my goodness!” She laughed giddily, even throwing
her head back. “It is magnificent! Where in the world did you get this meal from?”
She eagerly grabbed her glass of wine and took a quick sip before setting her sights
once again on the dinner before her.

“Baby.” He took a seat right beside her. “We can get
any
kind of food we want, anytime we want. We’re in Manhattan.” He slicked a cigar out
of his pocket and placed it beside his pre-poured glass of brandy for his after dinner
liquor.

Taking his hand, she glanced down at her plate once more, then turned to him. “Well,
everything looks delicious. I can tell you put a lot of thought into this.” She blinked
reflectively as she paused, grasped the napkin she’d put across her lap and stared
down at it. “Saint…”

He gripped her hand a bit tighter and leaned forward, as if afraid he’d miss one utterance,
one important shared thought, one sugar coated word.

“I love you so much. I found out a lot about myself since we’ve moved here. Things
that…” She shook her head as her eyes glossed over, then, she slowly raised her face
and looked into his eyes. “Things I just didn’t know.”

“And those things, Xenia, should have been that you’re stronger than you thought you
were, more resilient…that you’re an even better mother and wife than you imagined
and can handle just about any situation thrown your way.”

She smiled and nodded in agreement. “I trust myself now. I trust my judgment.”

“That’s good, and I trust your judgment, too. I never want you involved, ever again,
in what I do regarding my spiritual journey. That was too much for me. You’re my wife,
and you are never to be out in those streets with me like that again.” He slid his
hand away from her and touched his chest. “I just want you to be Xenia…the woman I
fell in love with.”

She nodded, smiled shyly, and tossed her glance back towards the floor as he grasped
her hands once more.

“In this crazy world, there are some things I don’t understand.” She shrugged. “I’m
not going to pretend that I do. But I do know that God answers prayers, and he answered
mine when I needed him most.” She swallowed, her gaze finding its way back to his.
“I still don’t need to know the details of everything you do.”

They both burst out laughing.

He nodded and looked briefly away. “Yeah, I can dig that.” Chuckling, he scooted in
a bit closer to her, causing their knees to touch. He slicked his tongue over his
bottom lip and bit into it, looked at her with hungry eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She smirked, shifting from side to side.

“How am I looking at you?” His voice dropped as he cocked his head to the side, brandishing
a sexy grin.

She kept her hand in his, and grinned. “You
know
how you’re lookin’ at me…”

“Mmmmm,” he moaned as he scanned her from the top of her curly, soft head down to
her black leather boots. “I’m just admiring what my Creator gave me. No harm in that.”

He drifted a bit closer. Her lips parted as she anticipated his next move. But instead,
he opted to tease her for a few seconds longer, and not give her the lip lock she
so desired.

“…No harm in that at all.”

He zoned in on her face, inhaled her perfume then gently nibbled her bottom lip, sealing
it with a kiss. Finally, he placed his forehead against hers.

“I wonder… how do you keep lobster warm?” she asked with a crooked grin.

Saint smiled, showing all of his teeth. “I doubt we could microwave it…but I’m sure
we could look online or somethin’.”

Xenia slowly got to her feet and reached for him as Billy Joel serenaded, “New York
State of Mind.” With her brown fingers, she tugged gently at his crisp white shirt
collar, tugging it downward, and stared into his eyes while she undid one button after
another. Slowly walking backward, he followed her lead, careful to not stumble, move
too fast, though he was filled to the brim with overflowing passion for the woman.
Before long, they were crossing the foyer, headed towards the polished, gleaming stairs.
Taking over, he picked the woman up in his arms, tossing her a bit in the air and
eliciting a high-pitched Mariah Carey type squeal, and carried her as quickly as he
could up to their bedroom.

“I’m going to do naughty things to you!” Xenia teased as she tossed her head back.

Her throaty moan, wrapped around a raspy laugh, made his damn dick hard.

“
Naughty
things? Baby, I’m the
king
of naughty. You didn’t get the memo? I plan to return the favor, baby. My name might
be Saint, but we gonna get into some damn right sinful shit tonight!”

She burst into a fit of laughter.

He reached their bedroom, shouldered the door open only to reveal another romantic
layout for her eyes only. Music immediately bellowed from the entertainment center—Teddy
Pendergrass’ ‘Turn Off the Lights.’ Smiling, she snuggled into his chest, her hair
brushing against his chin. The simple yet erotic feel of her natural movements grabbed
his cock with an invisible hand and shook that motherfucker until it thickened beyond
control. He couldn’t hold back the swirl of purple fog that escaped from the side
of his crooked grin. He laid her down upon a bed of white petals like the prized possession
that she was, then claimed her… ravishing the woman’s body, making sweet love to her
mind and soul, all naughty night long…

The End

…Wait, one more thing…

*

Saint’s love letter to Xenia…

To my Dearest, Beloved Queen,

Tonight, I’ve prepared a special celebration for you. Everything is just how I want
it. I am sitting in my office, writing you this letter before you arrive home and
discover your surprise. Right now, one of your favorite songs is playing—‘Fall In
Love’ by KeKe Wyatt. It always makes me think of you…you get real wild in bed when
that tune plays, ride me like a fucking bucking bronco, but let me stop, I’m getting
sidetracked…you know I’m smiling right now. Now, don’t get scared about the dinner,
baby. No, I haven’t cooked it myself. If I had, you’d soon be at the hospital getting
your stomach pumped versus enjoying a relaxing evening at home with your man. That’s
not exactly what I had in mind, and neither did you… In any case, I took the time
to spoil you this evening because you more than deserve it. You are the love of my
life, Xenia Aknaten. I know I tell you that I love you every day, it can never be
said too often, but showing you with my actions is equally important.