"You love me?" Her voice trails as she bathed her grilled pork chop with its own underlying sautéed and brisk seasoned juices with her dining spoon. Her Cartier bracelet move back and forth as it toned with the engangement ring.

She cuts into her hot piece of meat and just gently graze it over lovely tongue before closing her pretty lips.

I cut into my own Chilean sea bass coaxed in Asian glaze and sesame spinach.

"More than anything."

She drags her fork longingly over her mashed potatoes. Her eyes are glossed; unconvinced. She looks at the edge of the ocean hitting the surface of  the tectonic plates under the open restaurant we were dinning in tonight—out on the town. "You don't believe me..."I conclude.

"Can you blame me?" She focuses her grey eyes back on me. She leans forward to fix her blue skirt over her lush and opulent thighs, over on another. The bottom of her cleavage peaked for me just enough to have me aroused.

"I don't. I blame myself."

"What if the roles were reversed, and it was me and Kai, what would you do?"

I take a bite from my spicy authentic Chilean dish, "That's an impossible question. . ."

"So you agree, you've put me in an impossible place?"

"...I'd murder him."

"And me?" Her posture changes.

I wink my eye, "You really want to know?"

"Jake," she sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Listen--okay. So you want the truth?"

She takes a sip of her white wine and licks the wet on her lips, "Tell me."

"A couple of days ago, yeah I probably would kill him—I was in a spree of it. He can take my damn money, fine, but he isn't taking you from me. And let's not forget that kiss..."

"So?"

"How'd you expect me to react with you telling me that?"

"What did you do to him?" She asks earnest.

"Why do you care?"

"What do you mean, why do I care? Jacob, where is he?"

"No where near you."

"I swear Jacob..."

"You still love him, don't you?"

"You know what, yeah. I do. And if you hurt him again, I swear to god Jake. I will never forgive you."

"I understand your feelings to and I promise you, I haven't laid a finger on him." I place my hand over hers and pull under the table, I wanted her to see my convection, that I'd be honest, from her on out. Anything it meant to keep her, because despite my actions I do truly love her. "I wrote him a check for 5.2 million as a settled agreement outside the court and never since then no one's seen him."

"Then why would you say something like that?

"It was a joke." I shrug with a smirk.

She leans for and says, "You're an dick."

"And you love me."

"No." She says shutting her eyes softly and I pass my thumb over the smoothest lips, she licks them in the most inapparently sexual way and the bridge of my cock pressed tight against the zipper on my pants. She then opened her stunning shades of grey eyes on my humbled ones.

Her lips part slowly and reveal to me a small spot of her delicious pink tongue. Fuck this dinner, I'm thinking of eating something more expensive tonight. If she'd let me, if she's not too upset.

She pulls her hand away from mine and shakes her head and folds her arms under her plums for breast.  Her light caramel colored cheeks turns away from me as she looks down at the ocean below us. Her beautiful lips pucker slightly as she bites her lips from the inside.

"You think you'd let me fuck you out here?"

"Excuse me?"

"Okay...I'll eat your pussy, but only if you lemme suck your wine off your pretty tits. They look..." I like my own lips in desperate need of hers.

"Jacob." She groan my name as her soft red nails reach for her glass of wine, I capture her hand in the middle of the table.

"Come here."

"Where?"

"On my lap. Let me see something."

"No why?"

"I'm turned on by you."

"No Jacob, we are in a restaurant full of people."

"I can have them gone."

She softly sashays her hips, left and right, and her long black braids fall to breast. "Where do you want to fuck me Jacob?"

I take my two fingers that would soon penetrate her beloved and tap the table.
I stand to my feet and button my jacket, "Let me show you."

Scarlett POV

I sit back clueless as he walk inside the inside section of the restaurant I look across on the riviera as I dive back into my dinner, and soon enough people began to disappear around me as waitress and waiters and escorted the guest away from.

"He's really serious." I say to myself. There's no way fucking way. 

I reach to the bottom of my wine glass and the last bite of my food, and as I do the very last of the guest and club worker has cleared and dismissed themselves.

He comes back to me with something blue and satiny clutched in his left fist as "Stand for me, Scar." He takes my hand as I stand before him with the back of my knees up against the table. A man and a woman walks out after him and clear our table, takes everything on a cart. Before going Jacob grabs the bottle of the chilled wine.

He takes me by my waist and leans into to kiss me, he presses his erection into my blue skirt and deepens the kiss.

His fingers dig into my back just barely; not aggressively as before. Actually, I didn't mind the impulsed of his aggression only when it felt good.

It usually is, for me unless I feel his animosity in his supposed playful threats.

"What's in your hand?" I whisper, my lips graze his smooth cheek. I use my fingers to unbuckle his fist, and he use his knees to unbuckle mine. I sit on the table under him with my legs lightly spread. He reveal his palm to me— a blue silk ribbon, expunged from his hands.

He smiles mischievously at me.

"Open your mouth...wider...I want to see your tongue." He says ignoring my question. He places the tip of the wine bottle on my tongue and proceed to pour until I couldn't drink anymore.

"Come, turn around." He pulls be back up and turns me around. My head is slightly tilt his way and he holds me. He bites my  earlobe and licks my exposed shoulder. "You smell...amazing."

I sigh, relaxed, in response to him. He takes the blue material to my throat and down over my back, and then he brings my wrist of over my butt and holds them there. I groan, pained as he tightens the ribbon on my wrist. "Is it too tight?"

I shake my head. "No, its...good."

"Okay." He said, pushing my body against the table and my back arched to him. My cheek faced down the table and his fingers scathed their way from my ankles to the crown between my thighs. He played with my lips; gave the attention through my soft cottoned panties. I drip until his touch.

"Jacob..." I say soothed, almost mute. He measures cock over the hill of my ass and moves my panties to the side.

"Yeah, baby girl." He grunted and pushed his way into me.

"Mhmmm," I manage. His finger steadied on my clit, while he thrust inside me.—in what felt like slow motion. And Damn I felt every stroke. My fills with a cloudy haze as he fills me continuously to bliss.

•••

Soulmates; the word to me sounds so pure and perfect and every time I thought of her name and saw her face I'd imagine that. This. . .simplicity. . . beauty. "Hey," a familiar voice touch my shoulder, I turn my head away from the glowing moon light and turn to Ella's gracious way about her. She is honest and loyal, the absolute best person I ever met. She's my best friend.

"Hey guys."

"Hey," Kendrick and Emily greeted her. I said nothing, instead I sipped on my Ragtime Rye neat. She sits across from me on the private beach connected to the villa.

"Hey Jacob."Her eyes are sympathetic and sweet like always. She sits next to me  on the private beach.

"Hi Ella." I say smoothly.

"Hey, Emily can you deal me in?"

"Sure." She reply as she shuffled the poker cards.

"How was your date?" Ella asks me.

But if I had to admit, her face was becoming a bit blurry. "It was good."

"That's nice."

"Where is Scarlett?" Kendrick ask petty.

"She left to New York. I took her to the airport hours ago." Kaitlyn says.

"What do you mean she left to New York?"

She shrugs, "I thought she told you."

"What the fuck?!" I grunt hitting the stone table.

"Shit! Chill I'm just fucking with you." Just as she said that, my mate comes back with a box of hazelnut chocolates, a bottle of champagne and a corkscrew. She takes her seat on my lap and the thick of her ass presses right on my zipper. I just had to stare at the fat on her ass and the curve of her waist.

My cock immediately hardens under her. "Baby girl." I say. I bounce my knee. She knows what shes doing, in that damn dress. She turns me and they reveal her hard nipples. "Yes," she kisses me.

"Do you want me to deal you in Scar?" Kaitlyn asks.

"No, baby you know I couldn't play to save my life."

"Well this could be a chance to learn." Ella insist.

"Fuck it, okay." She smiles excitedly back at me.

Emily shares out the cards and puts the first one down.

"Actually, baby, can we go talk for minute."

"Okay." She said standing. I take my hand to her low waist and lead her to another part of the house, where I was sure the other couldn't hear us.

"What did you want to talk about?"

"She's alive

"Who is?"

"Your mother."

"But Kendrick said-"

"Fuck what Kendrick said, listen to me.  She's in a personalized cell back in New York."

"Why are you telling me this right now?"

"Everyone says I shouldn't because what she's done, but I don't want you to go another day mourning someone who isn't dead."

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