Vindicated

Compliments To The Chef

Derek's POV

“Derek, dinner is ready. I tried to knock on Miss Evermore’s door but I didn’t hear a response” Said Miss Dorthy

“Thank you, I’ll go check on her. We’ll be down in a few.”

I wonder why she didn’t answer Miss Dorthy. I hope she’s okay. Dark thoughts running through my mind. I rush to her room when I hear a loud shriek.  

No point in knocking she clearly is startled by something.  

Opening the door, I see her on the floor, stark naked. Why didn’t I think of slippers. I am such a dumb ass.

I rush to her, pick her up, never leaving my eyes off her eyes. She has been humiliated enough. She’s absolutely beautiful but I’m not going to take advantage of her in such a trying situation.  I refuse to violate her like Mitch did. I want her to see how genuine she makes me want to be. 

I lay her on her bed. She is clearly hurting. This is my fault. If I had thought about getting her slippers this wouldn’t have happened.  I immediately grab the dressings and rewrap her ribs carefully but snuggly to ensure that they will heal properly. I can’t help but kiss every bruise on her body. Well almost every bruise. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if I got near any of her sacred areas.  

She is so beautiful, so delicate, so strong, so perfect. Perfectly imperfect.  I helped her get dressed, lifted her off the bed, and kissed her forehead. Kissing her is just becoming second nature to me. She needs to see just how much I cherish the very ground she walks upon. 

“It’s time for dinner. I’ll walk with you. Wouldn’t want you to have another accident.”

“Hah, yeah. Sorry. Bet you didn’t know you signed up for  being around a walking accident.”

“A perfect walking accident,” I say, kissing her hand.

I notice her blushing. She’s not used to being told just how perfect she is. How beautiful she is. She isn’t used to compliments. I will never be able to erase her battle wounds but I can try to at least heal them. The scars will always remain but the wounds don’t have to. 

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“Mariah!,” Stella exclaimed, giving Mariah the biggest hug ever. 

“Stella! I’m so glad to see you,” Mariah said back to her.  I hope to one day hear her say those exact words to me.

“Ladies, shall we?,” I said, ushering us to the dinner table. 

“Good evening ladies, I’m Miss Seasly, I’ll be serving ya’ll’s dinner tonight. What do you gals like drinking? We have wine, soda, juice, and water,” 

“I’ll have a coke Miss Seasly.”

“Me too,” Mariah says.

“Oh what the hell, I’ll have the same Madame.” I mean might as well splurge a little. Mariah is bringing out so many parts of me that I didn’t know existed. 

“Language Mister, you’re in front of ladies.”

“Sorry Madame,” I say. I forgot how old fashioned Miss Dorthy is.

 Mariah and Stella  both giggle. 

Miss Seasly brings out our drinks in wine glasses.

“To new beginnings,” I  say holding up his wine glass filled with soda. 

‘To new beginnings,” Mariah and Stella say in harmony holding up our glasses.

New beginnings. I like that. End of one era, beginning of another. 

Miss Seasly came out into the dining room with homemade bread. She’s like the mother I’ve never had. She’s always been there for me even when I was little.

“Mmmm, this is delicious,” Mariah moaned. It is making me want to take her right here right now. I’m a little jealous of the bread right now. 

“Erhmm, so how are you ladies settling in?” I say

“Considering the circumstances, I am settling okay. I’m very gracious for you and Mariah. It’s just hard to close my eyes. Other than that I’m very content here and feel safe so thank you,” Stella says.

“And you Mariah, how are you settling in?”

"It's a very comfy home. Like a dream home seriously.  My bed is like sleeping on a cloud. It's amazing but...I did happen to fall asleep and when I woke up it was so dark I thought I saw a shadow but it was just a reflection of the tree casting in from the outside. It did make me feel sort of uneasy" 

"I should have had Jasmine pick up some tvs so you both had some sound and some light. I'll tell ya what, why don't you both crash in my room tonight. I'll sleep in your room Mariah. There's a TV in there and you won't be alone. I'll get some tv's tomorrow and slippers. No more accidents. Don’t need my beautiful warrior having any more accidents." 

"Oh my God! Really?! Thank you!," Mariah says hugging me.

My face felt like it was on fire. She is killing me. I never knew I could want a woman so much.

:”This is gonna be so much fun! We can make it a girls night! Movies and snacks!,” Stella says.

“That sounds AMAZING!!,” Mairah said.

Miss Seasly brought us some chicken noodle soup out.  Mariah scarfed it down. God only knows the last time she had a decent meal. I can’t even begin to fathom what that bastard did to her. I bet her starved her. I would love to kill him with my own bare hands.

After dinner, Miss Seasly brought out  triple chocolate cheesecake. It was drizzled in chocolate ganache. 

“Mmm,” Mariah moaned. I about lost it. I need her. I need to get out of this room. I am so f*****g hard right now. She is doing things to me that no other woman ever has just simply existing but moaning. Oh my God, I’d love to hear her moan while I’m pleasuring her. 

“Erhmm, okay ladies. I’m gonna call it a night. Make sure you take your medicine before you go to bed. Rent any movie you want, as many as you want. I’ll have Madame Seasly bring up some snacks and drinks,” I said kissing Mariah’s head before leaving the dining room.

I need a cold shower. A ice cold f*****g shower. I stop at my room to grab a pair of boxers, sweatpants, and t-shirt. 

Once I head to Mariah’s room I head straight for the shower. I start rubbing soap all over my body. Images of Mariah won’t popping my head. I’m already hard as f**k right now. I need to relieve myself. 

Thinking of worshipping every inch of her body. Making her moan. Being inside of her. Tasting her.  I rub myself so hard hard so fast, I’m relieved in no time. But it doesn’t help. She makes me harder than I’ve ever been before.

I step out of the shower and immediately see Mariah. Oh s**t. I hope she didn’t hear me. 

"Mariah?," I said

“s**t, Sorry, I knocked. I came in to get my medicine and pillow. I didn’t know you were in here.”

“It’s okay, beautiful.  You keep googling me like that and I might not let you leave for girls night” I winked at her. 

She looked away and turned for the door.

She dropped her pillow and her medicine. 

I rush over to help her. I bend down and as soon as I stand up I am face to face with her. I cannot control it any longer. I touch her face and kiss her sweetly at first. She took me by surprise when she started kissing me back. I kissed her like I have never kissed another women. Exploring, loving, passionately kissing her. She tastes like heaven. I wonder how the rest of her taste?

I have to stop myself before I take this any further. She is not ready for me. She needs to heal first and well I know how I am. I am a very dominant man in the bedroom. I like things a little rough. I’ve been that way since college. 

“As much as I love this beautiful, you aren’t ready for this and if I don’t stop now, we both know what will happen. Stella’s waiting for you babe. Go have your girls night. I’ll check on you two in a bit,” I say pecking her lips, then kissing her forehead.

She immediately runs out of the room. I know she felt that too. The sparks, the fire, the need. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. If only she wasn’t battered. I was addicted to her. There was no turning back . She was mine and would be for the rest of time.