Page 25 of Do You Right

“Listening to you play all my favorite songs really made it feel like we were in our own little world. I fucking love you.”

I wanted to reply, but his lips crashed into mine, and the fire in his eyes spilled into our actions. We hurriedly groped and kissed, unable to help ourselves. My champagne-colored evening gown was hiked around my waist before I was spun around and forced to grip my ankles.

I moaned when Kaizi slid inside of me with ease. My pussy was already soaking wet from our delicious kissing. His moan as he began to stroke in and out of me had me ready to combust, but I held it together.

“You going to marry me, Peach?” He wrapped my hair around his hand and jerked my upper body forward. Titties pressed into the door and his rock-hard body behind me made me feel like I was between a rock and a hard place. I could hardly think, but that wasn’t feasible for him. He slowed his strokes, and I could hear him entering and exiting me. “Mmm, you feel so good. Answer me, Chai. You going to marry me?”

I yelped when he pinched my nipple. “Yes, baby. I’m going to marry you.” I answered exactly how he wanted me to. Since meeting Kaizi he’d never given me a reason to doubt him. If he said he wanted to marry me, then I was fortunate because he was worth spending a lifetime with.

His warm breath on the side of my face tickled, but wasn’t nothing funny about the way he was fucking me right now. “Promise I’m going to do you right,” he whispered in my ear, further weakening my resolve. “In a room full of people, you still know how to cater to me. I love you for life.”

I smiled through the ecstasy. “When it comes to you, that’s all my heart knows how to do.”

“You don’t have to butter me up, Peach. I’m still gone put a ring on it.” I tried to laugh, but he started stroking deeper, making my knees weak. “Did I give you permission to laugh? Ain’t a motherfucking thing funny about the way you’re creaming all over my dick.”

Six months later . . .

The beat of my heart was louder than my heels that clacked across the stage after my introduction. After a year and a half of commitment, I had finally received the opportunity of a lifetime. A true second chance at the life I’d thrown away when I chose my love for Shawn over my parents’ advice. As I ignored the heat from the lights focused on the stage, I looked out in the crowd and released all nerves. This was what I’d worked for, and this time I would truly value having a future where I could do something I loved.

My eyes searched the crowd for Kaizi, but I couldn’t find him. I knew he had a day full of training and conditioning, so it wouldn’t be a huge shock if he couldn’t make it in time. Tonight, I was performing as the solo violinist as a part of the Solaire Harmonic. It was my first big girl debut into the orchestra space, and I was full to the brim with gratitude.

After I took my seat, the conductor began the countdown, and I got into position. Music poured from my strings as I stared at my sheet music. All the guilt, anger, and frustration that built over the years poured out of me and covered the audience like a sheet. No one moved, as if they were afraid of breaking the trance I had them in.

When I was locked in a cell for five years, I never thought this day would come. I thought my career as a solo violinist was over, but here I was, living out my dreams. I couldn’t stop the tears from coming as I thought about everything that led me to this point. Even though it hurt like hell, I wouldn’t change a single thing from my life. It all played a part to get me here.

I finally understood that when I was younger, I didn’t truly value having something that I loved to do and having parents who were willing to pour money into it just so I had the chance to pursue it. I made some mistakes because I was never perfect, but those bad choices were the reason I finally understood some things were not worth the risk. This time, I was lucky to have a second chance and owed it all to God for carrying me through.

I was in a beautiful relationship and finally got to experience real love. I remembered thinking that Kaizi couldn’t be a good man because of his involvement with Tycelyn and JoJo, but like me, he also saw the best in people. We both had to learn that the best we see might not exactly be the truth. But because we’d given our hearts to the wrong people, we knew what we had was a gift.

Kaizi saw me at my lowest and decided to be a person to reach a hand out to me instead of kicking me while I was down like most people would do. There were times I was treated like I wasn’t even human while living on the streets, and I often questioned if life was worth living. Being able to play in a sold-out auditorium made me so happy that I never gave up. It didn’t happen overnight but took long days and nights where my stomach growled while I tried to figure out where I could sleep for a few hours. It took trusting a man with my heart and being able to safely find a rhythm that led me back to my dream.

The crowd erupted when my piece came to an end, and everyone was on their feet, praising me. I stood up on shaky legs, trying my best to keep my emotions in control, but the feeling was indescribable. I could tell it was the beginning of something beautiful for my career, and I knew I would never forget this moment.

Movement in the middle aisle caught my attention, and that was when I found him. Kaizi stood there with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a smile that had my bottom lip poking out. He looked so proud that it made me lift my head a little higher before I bowed. He was dressed in his uniform which told me he risked getting fined to be here for my reintroduction to the world. Multiple phone lights told me my performance would be all over social media, and maybe bigger opportunities were on the way. But for the time being, this was enough for me.

When the show was over, I searched for Kaizi, but he was hard to find among the sea of people. I did, however, find his family and mine among the patrons. “Where’s KC?” I asked Mrs. Carter after giving her a hug.

“He had to get back to the stadium, but he left these for you.” She handed me the roses, and while I really wanted to walk right into his arms right now, I understood who he was. He was Kaizi Carter, also known as the Sonic Boom because of his perfect swing. Baseball was as important for him as playing the violin was for me. I appreciated him even taking the time to be here.

“You are so talented. We are so proud of you,” my mother said with tears in her eyes. We all knew it was their support in my youth that got me here. Rebuilding my relationship with them wasn’t difficult because the love we had was genuine. We all made some bad choices but thankfully we didn’t have to live with them anymore.

“Thank you for being here.” We all held hands and shared smiles that said everything our mouths couldn’t.

Kava wrapped her arm around mine and never left my side as we followed our parents out of the venue. “You did such a good job, sister. I’m so happy I let KC trick me into taking lessons. I hope I can be as good as you one day.”

Even though she praised me, something she said made me pause. “What do you mean he tricked you into taking lessons?” Her mouth fell open as she realized she’d let a secret slip out. When she snapped her lips shut, I raised an eyebrow at her. “You better tell me, or you’ll only be allowed to practice scales and arpeggios for the next two weeks.”

Her eyes widened upon hearing my threat, and I knew she was going to tell it all. She hated practicing the basics the most. “I never wanted to learn the violin. He told me to lie and say I did because he wanted to give you a job and a place to stay after hearing about how mean Tycelyn and JoJo were to you.”

Her words brought tears to my eyes when I thought I couldn’t produce anymore tonight. “So, that’s how it was . . .” I mumbled to myself. I couldn’t wait to see that little schemer and ask him about being a bad influence.

“Are you mad? Please, don’t be mad. He said I had to lie for a good cause.”

I chuckled softly, hugging her around the shoulders. “I’m not mad, sis. It’s all good. Everything happened exactly how it was supposed to.”

When I checked my phone, there was a text from KC asking me to come pick him up from the stadium because his Corvette wouldn’t start. He promised to take me out for a juicy steak at Arias which was the cherry on top. Even though I was in bed with pajamas and a bonnet on while watching Boondocks reruns, I got my ass up without a second thought.

After dressing quickly in a pair of jeans and one of his jerseys, I headed out of the house. As I passed by the corners I used to play on in the city, I was overcome with nostalgia. I couldn’t say all my days were bad when I was homeless, but that was the most hopeless season of my life. Living like that made me stronger though and encouraged me to work harder so I would never have to go back.