His Treasure: Chapter 10: Lover Man.
Two Weeks Later - Monday
"Dear, sweet baby, I know this is sudden, but I need to get this off my chest. I was a fool to have never seen you: seen your beauty and your gentle soul. I promise you from now on, I will dedicate my life to nurturing and cherishing the love that has grown between us."I have never wanted someone the way I want you. I go to sleep and I dream of your beautiful rose: tasting it, touching it, and experiencing it. I'm addicted to you.
"I long to be one with you. There are so many things I want to show you. There are so many things I want to do with you, and do to you.🫦👅💞🍆
Baby, I crave your touch; your hands on my body; my mouth on your mouth. I long for your soft skin on mine. I never knew I would feel this way. Thank you for giving us another chance, my beautiful fiance. I love you. 💗
"I can't wait for this duty to be over so I can be close to you. To hold you and show you off to my family. And you are right, you are my precious treasure. 💎 I love you, baby. I'll be thinking of you." - Ryan.
Ryan read every word, every line then pressed send. This was his wake up call to her. There were two more weeks left. He decided that he would send something to her every morning for the rest of his duty so she knew how much he loved and missed her.
At 6:30, when she woke up and checked her phone, she saw a notification and stretched. She unlocked the phone and opened the Messages app. As she read the text message her heart rate spiked.
She wanted to send him something. She thought about what she wanted to do: I need to send him something that will have him thinking about me all day. Something that says come take me.
She pulled down the thin straps of her pajama top so her cleavage was exposed. She threw off the sheets and lay back with her back arched. She took a breath and exhaled.
"No, I need to do something sassy." she said aloud.
She bit her bottom lip. Reaching for her cellphone under her pillow, she drew down the waist of her pajamas to show her lower abdomen. She snapped a picture and looked at it.
'Too risky, maybe,' she thought, when she realized the curve of her right hip was subtly exposed. She shook her head. 'I want to look sexy for him,' she thought. 'But maybe not go too far.' She pulled up the waistband a little.
Sudanie lay on her side and lifted the end of her blouse to show her flat belly while still exposing the full, curve of her breasts. She adjusted the angle of her phone and took a shaky breath. With trembling fingers, she snapped the photo while laying on her left side.
She looked at it, her cheeks tingling. She decided to send the photo before she lost her nerve. Under the photo she captioned: This treasure wished you were here to polish and smooth her down. She pressed send.
She lay back, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
Sweetness
He was up and praying at 5 AM. Since he started this mission he found himself praying more than usual. He wanted to go back home to see his family, and her.
By 6:15, he was biting into his breakfast of cabbage, corned beef, green boiled bananas and yams that the crew from the welfare department dropped off. Twelve minutes into enjoying his meal, a notification popped up on his phone.
Ryan smiled. 'Must be my baby,' he thought. He pressed the power button to light up the display and drew an asymmetrical pattern on the screen. It unlocked. He opened messages and stared for a full minute. First, from the sheer shock of what he was seeing, then from a growing sexual heat settling in his loins.
He closed his eyes for a second then opened them. Putting the boxed food down, he zoomed in on the picture. His fingers traced her lips. His mouth quirked up into a tiny smile, and his eyebrows rose northwards as he stared at her voluptuous curves.
He would send a voice-note. He got up and walked to the edge of the camp. Pressing down on the mic icon, he spoke. His voice was low and sensual:
"You little temptress. You sending me pics like this, what do you expect me to do to you? Hmm? Baby, you look so delicious. I want to eat you up and leave no crumbs. No need for polishing. You're already cut to perfection."
He chuckled softly. "I take it you like my morning message." He cleared his throat. "I plan on sending you a message every morning until I can have you in my arms again." He looked back at the men. Only Byfield looked up at him, but he went back to what he was doing.
Ryan didn't care. "How is your little sweetness? I'm longing to have it. I think about you almost every minute of my time here. I really miss you."
He lifted his thumb off the icon and the message was sent. He waited. The phone vibrated. He answered.
He heard a sigh. "Hmm, baby, I miss you," Sudanie breathed. "I want you. I don't know if I can wait another year."
He blew a wet, sloppy kiss to her. "For that special place. I don't want to wait another year either. I'm gonna take care of you. When I get back I'll explain."
She sighed. "Okay," she said.
He felt the air shift behind him. He turned his head to see Corporal Watts going into bushes nearby. 'Probably to relieve himself,' Ryan thought.
She giggled. "Hmm... I need you." His focus shifted back to her. He bit his bottom lip as he tried to control his reaction to her.
"Horny?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"Mhmm," she said, her voice breathy.
"If it were night I would talk you through it, but I can't right now," he said in an almost whisper. "It's daylight, everyone's up. We haven't rolled out yet, but it's breakfast time. I'm sorry, baby."
"Is there a restriction against you listening?" she asked. She stretched out her legs, savoring the feel of the soft, cool sheets on her buttocks. She had taken off her pajama shorts the minute she heard his voice. She knew what she was about to do was wrong, but she ached so much for him.
"Listening?" he queried, his eyebrows lifting.
"Mhm, listening to me, you know," she said, her voice becoming more raspy. She pulled her panties down and put them aside.
He chuckled. "Touch yourself?" he mumbled.
"Mhm, yes," she said. Her hands drifted up to touch her breasts. She lifted the top.
"No, there's no restriction or problem," he answered, his heart rate quickening. "I'll have to put my headphones in. You really want me to hear you?"
"Yeeess!" she said with a whimper. Her hands caressed her ample bosom.
He blew her a soft kiss. "Okay, baby," he said. "I'm here. I'll listen. I won't be able to say much, but I'm here." He took his earbuds from his pants' pocket and plugged them into his phone. He walked back to the camp, took up his breakfast and went into his tent.
He said nothing to his colleagues, but he heard Byfield say, "Let's find out what's taking Watts so long." Ryan heard footsteps retreating into the bushes.
ACP Grant left camp earlier that morning for a briefing with his superiors about the mission's success. He was accompanied by Sergeant Blackwood. They wouldn't be back until 20:00 hours. In the meantime, Sergeant Byfield was in charge.
Ryan took a deep breath; exhaled, then dropped the storm flap of the tent over the zipper of the tent door. He pulled the door fabric panel and closed the zipper. Covering his food with the disposable box's lid, he placed it nearby. He sat down.
"Okay, baby, I'm in my tent and closed it," Ryan said, laying back on his sleeping bag.
"I'm all ears, Sue. Touch your sweetness. I want to hear you say my name while you're playing with your sweet, little nookie."
Sudanie groaned. Ryan swallowed, biting his bottom lip as he listened to her. He unzipped his pants.
I need a favor
When the three men and one woman from the welfare department returned to retrieve the disposable boxes, plates, cups, forks, and any other waste matter from the camp, Ryan stepped towards one of the men affectionately called Prento.
Prento saw him approaching and greeted him with a wide grin. "Whapm Corpie, how yuh like the food?"
Ryan smiled at him. "Food shot man, yuh know that already," he answered.
Prento gave a satisfied grunt. "Good. That mi wah hear." He continued to help the others load the waste into the van they came in. Ryan cleared his throat. Prento looked at him.
"What mi can duh fi yuh, Corporal?"
"I need a favor," Ryan said, lowering the pitch of his voice.
Prento nodded. "Arite," he said.
Ryan moved closer to him. "I need you to order some flowers for me, and deliver them to the New Kingston Police Station to Constable Walker, Constable Sudanie Walker."
Prento stopped what he was doing and listened. Ryan continued:
"Ordinarily, I would order it online, but I don't store my banking details on my phone. Not comfortable doing that. I'll make sure you're rewarded."
"So, yuh going to pay mi to buy and deliver it for you?" Prento asked.
Ryan nodded and gave him a price. Prento smiled. "Put two more grand pon dat man," he said.
Ryan chuckled. "Alright, you have the two grand. After you deliver the roses, send me a picture that you bought it and delivered them to her. See if you can get a dozen in the bouquet."
Prento nodded. "Okay, deal."
Ryan took out a large wad of cash and handed it to him. Prento counted out a certain amount for himself and the rest he put away to pay for the flowers. "Is wah kinda flowers yuh want fi her?"
"Roses. Red and white ones," Ryan said, a whimsical look on his face.
"Yuh have a place in mind?" Prento asked.
"Two actually," Ryan answered. He told Prento the names of the flower shops he had in mind. "Choose the one with the best package and quality flowers."
Prento stared at him. "Yuh like this girl?" he asked.
Ryan smiled. "Yeah, she's wifey."
Prento nodded. "Alright, tell yuh what mi going to do. I will see the type of roses weh dem have and buy the best ones. If the price go over into my money, no problem. Since is yuh wifey mi know yuh will reimburse mi. Right?"
Ryan nodded. "Right," he said.
"Okay," Prento said, nodding.
Ryan dug into his shirt pocket and produced a wrinkled piece of paper that was folded several times. "Give this to the florist and ask them to print this out onto a card for me." Prento took it from him.
"Don't read it," Ryan warned.
Prento smiled broadly. "No man, mi nah read it. Is weh yuh write seh?"
Ryan slapped his arm. "Just do what mi tell yuh seh."
Prento nodded. "Arite, Mister Lover Man. Mi nah wild yuh." He chuckled softly. He tucked the money in his jeans and the note he put in his shirt pocket. "When me drop it off to her mi will send yuh a picture."
Ryan nodded. "Thank you," he said.
Prento approached the van, but something he said gave Ryan an idea. "Wait," Ryan said, moving to stop him. "Give me that piece of paper." Prento took out the paper and gave it to him. Ryan smiled as he scribbled something extra on it. He gave it back to him.
"Thanks again," Ryan said, smiling.
A look flickered across Prento's face, but he said no words. He jumped into the back of the van and the vehicle sped off.
Byfield walked past Ryan and said, "Some men wish for a season of rain while others drown in it."
Ryan looked sharply at him. Byfield smiled and threw a crumpled up piece of paper at him. Ryan caught and opened it. It read: I heard you're dating Constable Walker. She's a good girl. Don't mess this up."
Ryan looked up, but Byfield was gone. He crushed the paper in his hand. He wouldn't mess up anything when it came to her. Not anymore.
I'm letting you go
Knock! Knock!
Lissa looked up from her desk. She half expected to see Sudanie walk through the door to check in on her, but it wasn't her. She froze as two dark-brown, deep set eyes looked back at her. She glanced quickly at a report she was drafting in her handwriting, and pretended to not care.
"Good morning, Lissa," Shane said as he moved closer to her.
She pushed a strand of her hair away from her face and kept on writing. Shane paused a foot away from her and flexed his shoulders. He cleared his throat.
"Lissa... " He noticed that she looked thinner than he remembered her. He took a breath and advanced to the only other chair in the room. He pulled it back and sat down.
"Lissa, please look at me," Shane said.
Her hand stopped, the nib of the pen lifting off the paper. Slowly, she looked up at him. He brushed his right hand over his face.
Leaning forward, he gave her a faint smile. "Lissa, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about how I reacted to your apology the other day. You..." He took a quick breath. "Seeing you kind of brought up some old feelings."
Her eyebrows lifted. "Shane, I-I'm married," Meissa said. Meanwhile, her heart threatened to burst through her chest.
"I know. I'm not here trying to get back with you, or anything like that. I just wanted to get that off my chest."
"Do you love Dana?" Melissa leaned back in her chair. She tried to exude an air of casual indifference, but she too felt that unmistakable pull between them. She put her hands in her lap and tried to compose herself.
Shane nodded. "Yeah, I love her. I love her very much, but with you there's something that draws me in." He noticed that her body was shaking, but decided to ignore it.
"Do you think it's wise for you to get married?"
He nodded his head emphatically. "Yes," he said, "what I feel for you borders on an obsession, I think. It's not healthy. I think that's why it hurt so much that you would think I could kill Z's sister out of revenge. We've been close for many years. I was angry you could think less of me."
Melissa took a deep breath and released it slowly. "I'm sorry. I was scared. During that time I never had a moment I wasn't afraid, unless I was with Jordie."
Shane nodded. "I understand. He is the better man for you, Lissa. I am happy for you."
"Do you still feel that bond you mentioned?"
"Where I can tell you need me?"
Melissa nodded in response.
He cleared his throat. "No," he answered, "I don't feel it in that way anymore. It's more of a yearning--an incompleteness. It feels like a piece of me is missing."
Melissa swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth. "Oh," was all she could say.
She put down her pen. "Can Dana fill that space for you?"
"Sometimes it feels as though she's close to it, but not quite," he answered truthfully.
"We have to move on, Shane," Melissa said, her heart beating fast. She couldn't deny he was a sight for sore eyes. His new low cut beard made him look very handsome. His broad, muscular physique was swoon worthy. She cleared her throat and averted her eyes.
"I love Jordan," she said flatly. That was true. "I won't hurt him. I'll die before I do that. And I think you care for Dana deeply."
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Tonight when you go home, recommit your heart to God, and ask him to help you be singular in your focus on him, and your relationship with Dana."
Shane grunted his agreement. 'Good advice,' he mused. "I told you because I first want to be honest with myself. And get this off my chest. Do you forgive me for carrying a grudge?"
Melissa opened her eyes and gave him a wry smile. She nodded. "Yeah, I forgive you. We're good, Shane. I won't hold it against you."
He stared at her: Her tranquil expression puzzled him a little. "You're different," he said.
Melissa smiled. "God has been good to me. I-I'm a Christian now."
Shane leaned forward. "You are?"
"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Not baptized yet, but I will very soon."
He gave her a genuine smile. "That's good."
Her smile broadened. "I care about you, Shane. I want you to be happy. I see the way you look at her. You're more relaxed around Dana. Clearly, she brings you peace."
He nodded. "She does." His emotions were raw. "Why can't I let you go?" he asked, his voice gruff with frustration.
He loved Dana and didn't want to hurt her, but one unguarded look from Lissa made his pulse race. He remembered the way she stared at him at the restaurant. His body responded instantly.
Melissa's eyes drifted to the framed photo on the desk of her and Jordan at his dad's apartment. They were sitting on the couch. Arms wrapped around each other--eyes bright, and smiles wide.
'I can't betray that,' she told herself. "I don't know. I guess what we shared--the bond, was very strong." She exhaled softly.
"It was more so on my part," Shane said, shifting slightly on the chair. He forced himself to think of Dana and his pulse rate slowed down.
Melissa smiled. "I felt it too, especially when we..." Her gaze darted to his face then she looked away.
He chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was irresistible when we made love." A smirk formed on his lips as he found himself staring at her eyes, the curves of her cheeks, her natural, coily hair she had in fine plaits, and her pink, full lips.
"You're the best I've had," he said softly. "It's gonna be hard to let you go, but I have no other choice. I love Dana."
Melissa nodded, her eyes looked into his. "I know," she said. "Dana loves you. She'll do anything to make you happy. Soon, everything we've had together will be less significant. A distant memory."
He nodded. "You're right," he agreed.
She looked at her hands then up at his face. "Shane, I miss our friendship. I want us to try to be friends again. I know things won't be as it used to be, but I want us to try, with respectful boundaries of course."
Melissa smiled weakly at him. "It may take some convincing for him." She stared at the files on her desk. "After a while he may come around. I just don't want things to be awkward between me and you, or with Dana."
"Is everything okay between you too?" Shane asked, watching her expressions closely.
Melissa laughed. She pushed the stack of papers forward on the table and straightened her spine. "Yeah, we're good. He's been back two weeks now. He got a new private security client, but the good thing is, he comes home every night." Marcus helped to secure the contract for him. She was grateful to her dad for this help.
Shane nodded. "I'm happy for you, Lissa." A wry smile formed on his lips.
"Do you mean that?" Her left eyebrow lifted above the right.
He nodded--his countenance sober. "I do," he said. He cared for her. If Jordan made her happy he wouldn't interfere. Plus, he had Dana: a firecracker and definite fire starter. She was someone who showed him a love he never expected. He didn't dare lose her.
"Then we're good," she said, reaching for his hand. He took it and squeezed it gently. He looked at her slender, delicate fingers and felt the urge to kiss them. Instead, he clasped his fingers in them and squeezed a little harder.
"I'm letting you go, Lissa, because I know you're happy. And I want that for myself too."
She smiled broadly at him. "Be happy, Shane," she said. She moved to pull away her hand and he released her.
Shane took a quick breath. It was as if a ton of bricks had been lifted off his chest.
He stood up. "Take care of yourself," he said.
She smiled at him. "You too, Shane."
He nodded and walked to the door. He opened it and stepped outside. Melissa released a sharp breath.
'Thank you, Father," she said quietly. She looked at the picture of her and Jordan again, and picked up her cellphone to call her husband.
She knew he was working. However, he told her she could call or text him anytime she needed him. The phone rang thrice before she heard the line connect.
"Hey, babe." Jordan's deep, velvety voice was a balm to her soul.
Melissa smiled. "Yeah, I just miss my husband. I wanted to hear your voice."
She heard Jordan give a short chuckle. "Okay, babe. I'll try to be home earlier. Wanna go out to eat tonight?"
Melissa brushed a strand of natural curls away from her face. "Yes, sounds excellent," she said.
My Beautiful Lady
Dana looked up to see Shane coming from the direction of Lissa's office. She stood up. He saw her and came forward. He lightly touched her arm and dropped his hand. He smiled at her.
"You saw Lissa?"
He nodded.
"I said my piece. I apologized and she accepted it," he told her.
"So you guys have resolved your issues?" Dana asked, looking warily at him.
He touched her shoulder. "Yes, we're cool now."
"I hope so," she muttered.
Shane sighed. "I promise you. It's over."
Dana nodded slowly. "I hope so," she said, sitting down at her desk.
"Tonight?" he asked.
"What's happening tonight?" she asked in a noncommittal tone.
"I take you somewhere and show you you're the only one I want." He braced his hands on her desk, bending forward. "I'm sorry about everything, Dee-Dee. Can you forgive me?"
She looked into his eyes.
There was a flurry of movement at the corner of her vision. She looked up to see a young man walk into the police station with a large bouquet of roses. She looked over to Sudanie standing up, surprise on her face.
Dana watched her. Shane looked at her then turned around to see what she was staring at.
***
Sudanie had just stepped into the station and was about to sit at her desk, when a young man walked towards her with a bouquet of red and white roses. The young man smiled at her. "Are you Constable Sudanie Walker?" he asked.
She smiled broadly and nodded. "Yes, I am," she replied.
The young man extended the bouquet towards her. She took it. Just then, Corporal Barracks walked in with Sergeant Danisha Gray. He slowed down and also stared at Sudanie and the stranger.
Sudanie ignored him and smelled the flowers. They were real, freshly cut roses. She was happy, but felt a little disoriented.
She looked at the young man. "Who sent it?" she asked.
The young man smiled. He reached out and pulled the card taped to the stem of a rose. He handed it to her. She read the note:
"What can I say? I love you. I love you, my beautiful lady. Thank you for this morning, though I wish we were alone together. I managed to order a dozen red and white roses. They remind me of you. Red for the passion blazing between us. White for your innocence I'm longing to claim as mine. And roses because you're my beautiful rose." - Ryan, your lover man.
Sudanie released an unsteady breath. Her knees gave way and she dropped to her chair. 'Why are my eyes burning?' she mused. She blinked. She looked up at the delivery guy and smiled at him. "Thank you very much," she said.
He nodded. "It was my pleasure." The young man took out his cellphone. "Miss, please permit me to take a few photos as proof that the flowers were delivered. Corporal Stewart wants the photos."
Sudanie smiled broadly. "Sure. Of course," she replied. She held the flowers close to her face and he snapped several pictures of her posing with the bouquet.
"You're quite photogenic," he said, while looking at the photos. He leaned forward and showed them to her.
Sudanie observed how her makeup accentuated her eyes, and blushed. "Thank you," she said softly. Her chest was about to crack open with joy.
The young man looked at her. "Corporal Stewart is a lucky man," he said.
Sudanie's eye lashes fluttered. "Thank you. What... What's your name?"
"Prento, Miss," he said.
"Thank you, Prento. That's kind of you to say," Sudanie replied.
"It's the truth, officer." Prento pocketed his phone. "I have to go now. Take care."
She nodded, feeling tongue tied. He gave a polite nod and went through the front door.
Claude stared at Sudanie's flushed countenance and looked away. He glanced at Sergeant Gray who was observing him closely. "Still on for lunch?" Sergeant Gray asked.
He stared at Sudanie who was now smelling the roses and smiling. He nodded. "Yeah, I'm still available."
Gray looked at Sudanie. "Good," she said. She touched his arm. "See you later."
Claude looked over at her and nodded. She turned and walked out of the station.
Corporal Barracks straightened his shoulders. He worked here too. He had to continue on with his day, and not be distracted.
He placed one foot before the other moving further into the building. His feet carried him past Sudanie's desk, but feeling compelled to say something to her, he stopped. With his back partially towards the adjacent wall, he turned his upper body in her direction. He pointed to the flowers. "You should put those in water," he said.
Sudanie nodded. She did not look at him. "Yes, I will do that. Thank you for stating the obvious."
His jaw worked as what she said to him felt like a slap to his ego.
"You're angry?" he asked.
Sudanie raised her head to look at him. "What do you think?"
He cleared his throat. "I just want you to be happy. I've sent numerous text messages and I've called you, but you don't answer. Do you hate me that much?"
Sudanie rolled her eyes. "No, Claude." She took a quick breath and released it loudly. "I don't hate you. But clearly you wanted my relationship with Ryan to end. You came charging into my home and revealed that we kissed. I was vulnerable and hurting, and instead of covering that indiscretion you exposed it. I can't trust you."
Claude turned around. "But you can trust him? You told me you heard him say if Lissa came back and she was interested he would give her a chance."
Shane flinched upon hearing these words. Dana noticed the small movement and looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. Her desk wasn't far from Sudanie's. Claude wasn't speaking loudly, but they could hear every word he said. It was a good thing the other officers had gone out on their duties for the day.
"He's apologized for that, and we're better than ever," Sudanie replied. "He's shown his commitment to our relationship. But that isn't any of your business."
She looked over at Dana and Shane who were openly staring at the exchange between her and Claude. Her eyes held a challenge. "It's nobody's business what my lover man and I do."
Shane's brow furrowed slightly.
Dana snorted. "I don't--"
Shane touched her arm and shook his head. Dana pursed her lips. Her eyes clashed with Sudanie's until the latter turned her head away.
Claude scoffed. He looked over at Shane and Dana gave them a curt nod, and stared back at Sudanie. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said, and walked away.
Sudanie stood up and went to the bathroom with the roses clutched in her right hand. Dana watched her rigid back. Shane touched her shoulder. She looked up at him. "Give her some space, okay?" he said quietly.
Dana nodded. "Okay," she said. She tilted her head to give him her full attention. "By the way, where are we going tonight?" she asked, clasping her hands on her work desk
Eyebrows lifted, Shane viewed her with admiration. "You are a machine, aren't you? You don't really care." A smile formed on his lips.
Dana smiled sweetly at him. "Of course I care," she answered, "but as she said, it's none of our business. Therefore, it has nothing to do with me." She shrugged her shoulders. Reaching out to touch his hand, she winked at him. "So, where are we going?"
Shane's smile broadened. His heart lifted with relief, and stirred with new determination to make their relationship work. He pushed his left hand in his trousers' pocket and placed a key on her desk "The beginning of our future," he said.
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