Old Lady
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Dashawn
This girl of mine is really blowing my mind. Ha literally. I was still speechless from what she did to me on
the plane. I was not expecting that from her. Ever since we got into the car, she’s had a little smirk on her
face.
As we drove through the city of Verona, Christmas trees were lit everywhere. Italians love celebrating
Christmas. I watched as my girl looked out the window.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
Are you okay?”
She looks at me and gives me a small smile.
“I’m fine. I’m just not a big fan of Christmas.”
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“Let me guess, you grew up celebrating Christmas with your family and friends. Big boisterous meals, lots of presents, Christmas spirit?”
“Well, yeah,” I said.
“I’ve always known Santa wasn’t real. My parents were always working on Christmas Eve and Christmas. Between Thanksgiving and New Year’s it was always their busiest time. So, I either ate at Avery’s with her family, who were just as busy, or I ate alone. Avery’s family were lawyers. They were just as busy as my family. She had servants though, who cooked lavish dinners for the two of us and them. Presents were not a priority with my family. They would get me some jewelry or if there was something I really wanted, they would give me the money to buy it. I didn’t really want much though. Well, except the latest e–reader or laptop. But nothing too extravagant. As I got older, we just didn’t celebrate it. When I moved to New York City, I was too depressed to really want to celebrate. Then after that, Nat moved, and I was mostly alone. So it’s not a big deal to me. But it’s pretty.”
I could only stare as she spoke. I couldn’t fathom not celebrating holidays, especially Christmas, with my family. I vowed from this moment forward, I would make Christmas her favorite holiday.
I got on my phone and texted my mother. I briefly explained the situation and I knew she would run with
We pulled up to my villa. I took her hand while my driver took care of our bags. Instead of stepping into the villa, I took her around back.
She gasped. For miles, Christmas lights could be seen. It was just after dark and everything was colorful and magical in my opinion.
“We just got done harvesting the olives a month ago. I like when they decorate the trees for Christmas. All families do it. If we were on a plane and looking down, it would be a great sight.”
“It’s so pretty. I guess there is one thing nice about Christmas.”
I’ll start snowing soon. With the lights and the snow, it’s pretty spectacular. It’s too bad we will be gone by
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them,” I said.
I pulled her along, and we went into the villa in the back way. A small fire was going in the fire pit I had built into the ground. Cups of hot chocolate and hot cider were on a round table and a plate of meat and cheese,
olives and small white cookies were waiting for us. We sat.
“Tomorrow, I’d like to show you around a little before we go and see our first prospective candidate. Kimber believes the three people we are to see are very talented, but her version and mine are different. She thinks just because someone sounds good they can be a star. But I think people need charisma along with their talent for longevity. I don’t want any one hit wonders, it would be a waste of time. When it comes to actors and actresses again, they need charisma, but they also need s*x appeal. I’m not saying they need to be down–right gorgeous, but they need that oomph that someone or multiple someones will find attractive. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, like Jack Nicholson. He isn’t the most attractive man, especially in his hay days, but he had something.
“Yes, exactly. Plus, he was a phenomenal actor.”
“He sure was. The Shining is one of my favorite movies.”
“I liked him in The Witches of Eastwick,” I said.
“Oh, God yes! I once thought I was a I*sbian, because I found Susan Sarandon, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Cher so freaking beautiful. But then I realized, as I got older, that I could admire a beautiful woman and not be a
I*sbian.”
I chuckled at that. She was adorable.
“Where will you take me tomorrow before we go spy on these unsuspecting prospects? Because I am assuming they have no idea we are coming to observe them.”
“You’d be right. I like to see them comfortable and not nervous. No one knows we are going to the school to check out the musicians. The actress has a show tomorrow night at a theater in town. I want to show you my vineyard and winery. An older couple runs the facility for me. Their whole family works for me. They have many children, grandchildren, nephews and nieces.”
We ate a little, and drank our beverages. I kept glancing at her. She seemed so relaxed and content. Tonight I was going to ask her an important question and I hoped she would say yes. I excused myself and told her I would be right back. I went to our room, yes, our room, because there was no way I was letting her sleep any other bed but my own. I unzipped my travel suit bag and pulled out what I wanted. I then made my way
back to her.
When I walked out, I offered my hand, and she took it after putting her cider down. I walked her over so we could see all the colorful lights. With the fire behind us, it was cozy, and I thought it was a little romantic.
“Samantha. I know it’s only been a few weeks of getting to know each other and I have told you how I feel. You are it for me. I want no other and I will never want another. The moment I set eyes on you five years ago, I felt my soul split, and you took a piece with you. I would recognize you in a thousand lifetimes. Will you be my Old Lady?”
I brought the leather cut from around my back and held it out for her. On the front was a patch that said Sweet Girl because she was my Sweet Girl, always has been, since I laid eyes on her. I watched her face.
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She blushed instantly, and then she covered her mouth with one of her hands.
“Dashawn? This is… I wasn’t expecting something like this. Are you sure?”
“I have never been more sure about anything in my life,” I said passionately.
She looked at my face. I don’t know what she was looking for, but I know I had to have looked earnest and
hopeful.
“I’d love to be your Old Lady,” she whispered.
I let out a breath. I didn’t even realize I was holding. The thought of her saying no was in the back of my
mind. She’s been so reluctant to believe a relationship could happen between us.
I beamed at her and told her to turn around. I helped her into the cut and then turned her back around and hauled her into my arms. I slammed my mouth to hers and devoured what was mine.
am so happy you said yes. Now, you will wear this cut whenever we are at the clubhouse. You will also wear it when we are around in NYC. The only time you can take it off is at work. But otherwise, the moment your work day is over, I want it on you, so everyone knows you are mine.”
She giggled, and I asked her what was so funny.
“Can you imagine me in one of my sweater dresses, or pencil skirts, high heels and my leather cut?”
“You’ll look s*xy as f*ck,” I said. “Please don’t think this is too soon, Samantha, but I love you. I think I have from the first moment I saw you. I have never wanted to be with anyone else since I met you. One drunken
night, I slipped up, but that was it.”
“Just as long as that doesn’t happen again, I will always be with you, because I love you too.”
I groaned and kissed her. I couldn’t have been happier than I am right now. This woman is my present and my future and I couldn’t wait to put a baby inside of her. I picked her up bridal style and made my way into the villa. I was going to show her just how much my Sweet Girl meant to me.
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I will be traveling home tomorrow. You all have a great day.
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