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“Perfect, I’ll leave you to it. Come find me if you have questions.” With that, he left the kitchen and disappeared behind a wall. I got to work immediately, opening all the boxes and laying them across the floor to see their contents.
“Hand me a few of those boxes as well. I can unpack them from here.” Demetrius jumped on the counter and took a seat. I did what he instructed and placed a few boxes on the counter.
“Maybe we should start with the stuff we have to build.” I noticed one box held the contents of a kitchen table.
“I just work here, baby. Tell me what to do.” Demetrius shrugged. I smiled as I stared up at him. I’d finally stripped away all my fears of dating Demetrius, and it was like I was finally seeing him for who he truly was for the first time. He had so many layers, and I loved all of them.
“You’re amazing. You know that?” I started taking the pieces of the table out of the box.
“I’ve been told.” He pressed his body against my back and softly kissed my neck. I didn’t know he had gotten behind me so fast. We stood there for a moment. The room filled with warmth, and I found myself caught up in imagining what things would be like if we actually lived together.
“Let’s get to work on this kitchen table. You can work from the counter.” I moved out of his space. My body was heating, and the last thing I needed was to have my pussy juice dripping on these people’s kitchen floor and counter before they could do it themselves.
“Sound good.” He hopped back over to the counter, and we got to work.
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Demetrius
“They are going to love this bed!” Samara fluffed the last pillow in the main bedroom. I smiled, looking at her in action. I’d been in a trance all day, watching her move her fine ass around our home, decorating it. I thought she would have caught on to what I was doing by now, but she really did not know, and that made all the trouble I’d gone through to pull this shit off worth it.
“That was the last room on our list. I think we did good.” I stood from the chair I was sitting in. “You ready to find Ramik so we can get out of here and grab something to eat?”
“Yes! I’m starved.” She moved toward me, a huge smile on her face, letting me know I had knocked this day out of the park, and it would only get better.
“I already know. Come on. I want to feed you before you get hangry.” I nodded my head toward the door, allowing her to walk ahead. Before we could round the corner good, Ramik appeared right on schedule.
“Aye, my man, we’re all done. We about to head out.” I delivered Ramik the code word to let him know to prepare the backyard for our arrival. Ramik really did work for HabitatHouse. He was a friend of my grandparents and had been house-sitting for me over the years. That didn’t stop this little skit from costing me a fifteen-thousand-dollar donation and duplicates of all the furniture I’d brought for our home. The cost was nothing, though. I’d spend every dime I had to make Samara happy, if that’s what it came to.
“I know you said y’all leaving, but before you head out, there are a few things in the backyard that we could use your help with.”
Samara looked back at me for an out. She was ready to go, but I knew she wouldn’t turn down helping. I nodded, letting her know I was cool with it. Samara looked from me to Ramik.
“Just this one more thing. Your help today has been awesome!” Ramik pleaded.
“It’s no problem with me, baby girl.” I pushed the button to the elevator. “We’ll leave right after this, alright?” I lied. I’d already checked us out of the resort. This was where we’d be staying for the rest of our stay.
“Okay, sure! Just show us what to do,” Samara confirmed as we gathered onto the elevator. A nigga was hyped as fuck and nervous as we descended to the first floor. I ain’t know how she was gon’ react. We’d just made this shit official, and here I was already presenting her with a house. I ain’t gon’ lie, I didn’t originally purchase this home for Samara. Our relationship was still strictly business when I bought it five years ago. It was meant for my grandparents, so I’d had an elevator put in it. When they refused to move in, it just remained empty. I never thought to live in it or use it at all until I stepped foot on this island with Samara. Then it all made sense.
The elevator opened, and Ramik led Samara and me into the backyard before disappearing. The moment she stepped outside and saw the dimly lit backyard come into view, her jaw dropped.
“What is going on?” Her footsteps halted, and she turned to me. She was visibly overwhelmed with emotion as she gazed at me in disbelief. I smirked, seeing her eyes fill with tears. I’d had our backyard decorated with flowers, candles, and a romantic fort since we never got to enjoy the one at that dancing nigga’s house. The stars twinkling in the night sky added an extra touch to the ambiance. It was perfect.
“You had to know there was more to this date,” I replied. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, but I don’t feel right doing this in some needy family’s backyard.” She looked between me and the fort.
“Good thing it’s our backyard then, huh?” I walked past her, leading the way to the fort.
“What did you just say?” She hesitated, and I stopped to look at her.
“Welcome home. This is where we’ll stay for the rest of our time in Haiti.”
“Wait, you’re serious. This is your house?”
“Our house,” I corrected her.
“Our house?” she repeated slowly, like she was attempting to wrap her head around it. “And we just spent all day decorating it together.”