Page 10 of A Don & His Doll

Three Hours Later…

The combination of excitement and peace Promise felt surging through her when the plane landed in New York made her calm as she gazed out of the window. Monroe had the red carpet laid out across the tarmac for her. He stepped out of his 2026 Bugatti Chiron with a fresh cut, wearing a crisp black and white Amiri t-shirt, black jeans with black and white J’s. He stood there, hands relaxed at his sides, eyes locked on Promise as she stood at the top of the airstairs.

Promise paused, settling herself as she glistened under the sunset. Sparks flew immediately when her eyes met Monroe’s commanding stare. His eyes boldly kissed her body as they roamed from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, then locked in with her pretty brown eyes. It was more than admiration lingering between them. Monroe had claimed every part of her; and she knew it. The butterflies in her stomach went crazy as he took her in. She wore dark curve-hugging denim jeans that shaped her perfectly, a black sheer bustier top with thigh-high, leather boots. Her natural tresses cascaded down to the center of her back, the deep right side part gave her an exotic look.

Monroe’s jaw tightened slightly as she descended the stairs. It wasn’t lust. He studied everything about her every time she was in his presence. Not just her body or her smile. He was genuinely intrigued with everything that made her who she was.

Her mind.

Her movements.

Her mannerisms.

Promise stirred something deep in his soul, and was indisputably the reason his heart smiled. The mystery she carried kept him chasing… kept him yearning for more as her Louis Vuitton Symphony perfume wafted into Monroe’s nostrils before she got to him.

“Hey lover,” Promise greeted sweetly, embracing her man immediately.

Monroe didn’t respond right away. Instead, he basked in the warmth his woman provided. He needed a moment to allow his breath to sync properly, and his heart to catch the right rhythm. Intoxicated by Monroe’s scent, Promise reluctantly pulled back, slightly tilting her head back as Monroe pressed his lips against hers.

“What’s good, ma?” He finally spoke, calming the butterflies swarming inside of Promise’s stomach, as he tapped into the flame that never went out between them. “You hungry?”

“Everything,” Promise replied truthfully. “And yes. What are you in the mood for?”

“I made you something special at the house,” Monroe said with a sexy smirk playing on his lips.

Promise beamed. “Yes, Lord! I already know it’s gonna be fire,” she smiled and said, loving when Monroe went the extra mile to cater to her.

“Shit, ain’t gon’ be better than disert tho,” he countered, sliding his hand over her hips, then quickly smacked her ass.

He turned to open the door. Promise shook her head and smiled as she leaned in to steal another kiss before slipping into the passenger seat and securing her seatbelt. Securing her door, Monroe sent a signal to his personal pilot, then swaggered around the front of the car and hopped in. As soon as he closed his door, he turned YoungBoy’s Wine & Dine up and peeled off, the engine roaring as they pulled away.

Instead of taking Promise to his home, Monroe stopped past the new penthouse he’d purchased for her as a gift for agreeing to move to New York with him. If he’d had his way, Promise would have moved to New York after the first six months of their relationship, but he had to respect her reserves. Now that his wish had been granted, he vowed to shower her with all the best things life had to offer, including the most expensive and highest penthouse in the world.

“Welcome to Central Park Tower.”

“Oh my goodness, Monroe. This is beautiful,” Promise said, one hand covering her chest and the other shielded her mouth. She was already in love with the place she’d call home before setting her eyes on the inside yet.

Monroe smiled, but didn’t say a word. He enjoyed seeing the reflection of joy that played on her features. That smile was priceless… Knowing he was the one responsible for it gave him the type of peace that only real men could identify with.

“Ok, I can’t wait any longer. I’m ready to go in,” Promise insisted, resting her left hand on his inner thigh.

“I got’chu, ma. Yo’ ass betta watch yo’ hands before you start some shit I’ma have to finish,” Monroe said, making his dick nudge her fingers.

Promise giggled, knowing he was deadass. “Once I see my new residence and eat, you can do whatever you want with me.”

Monroe laughed. “Or, I can just feed you this good dick, and make you forget about that lil’ appetite.”

The puddle in Promise’s panties was not only proof that his word was good, but evidence that she wasn’t going to make it much longer without him deep inside of her. Monroe killed his engine, stepped out, moving with his signature authority with every step he took. Just as he made it to the sidewalk, he handed the concierge his keys to park the car, then extended his hand to help Promise out. Together they walked in through the entrance of Central Park Tower, instantly greeted by a clean, expensive scent. Promise was amazed by the blend of soft brown, cream, black, and gold tones that wrapped the space in a special type of luxury, privacy, and intimacy that warmed her soul.

Quickly swiping his card, Monroe led the way to the private elevator that led straight to Promises’ penthouse on the 129th floor as soon as the doors closed behind them.

“Monroe, I still can’t believe you did all this for me,” Promise said, not sure of the best way to express her gratitude.

“Believe it, and get use to it ‘cause this ain’t the end,” Monroe promised, closing the space between them. He pressed his lips against the nape of her neck, and whispered. “You feel me, ma?” He quizzed, the warmth of his breath instantly causing her nipples to harden against his chest.

“Yes,” she replied, smoothing her hands over his back.

As soon as Monroe lifted his head and gazed into Promises’ eyes, their lips crashed with an urgency neither could barely contain. The elevator moved at almost twenty-five miles per hour, adding intensity to the moment they shared.