Page 54 of Solomon’s Temple

“I-I know you do, big papa. Write down every whore’s name you gave this dick to. I need to see something right quick,” I said between breaths.

He chuckled and rolled off me, pulling me into him. “No need for that, bae. Those women are distant memories. Half of them I didn’t even know their names or what they looked like because I was so faded. I’m all yours. Forever and always.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.” I turned my head and pecked his lips. He deepened it while pulling me on top of him.

The kiss turned passionate, and before I knew it, I rode him until we both fell out into a perfect sex-induced sleep.

Two Days Later

I had been on an emotional high since the moment the words I do left my mouth.

It was bad enough that I was already crazy about Temple, but now I was completely obsessed.

The fact that she matched my sex drive had me head over heels in love with her. Those years as a dancer had done her justice. Her flexibility and the way her body contorted had me turning her every which way but loose.

When we had finally come up for air, I took her on the shopping spree I promised her. I didn’t even blink at the sixty-thousand dollars she’d racked up at every high-end boutique she could find.

Of course she didn’t spend it all on herself. She got her sisters, aunt, and grandmother some things too.

Before we boarded the jet this morning, I’d already added her name to my spare account and had an extra card mailed to my home. Once we got settled in at home, I would open a joint account and add money into it to start her off.

To say I was already in love was an understatement. I was already trying to contact a realtor to see about building us a home as soon as possible.

While in the back of the Uber, heading to my penthouse, Temple lay with her head on my shoulder uploading photos of us and the places we’d been while in Milan. She’d erased all the sexy photos of her in her dance attire, completely removing herself from her past life.

As much as I didn’t want to introduce her to my parents, Urina had called while we were in Italy, and Temple answered. Once Urina caught wind of me having a woman, she insisted that as soon as we got back, we come to dinner at their place.

I did kind of miss them, but I wasn’t ready to share Temple yet. Nevertheless, Temple agreed to stop by their place once we got some rest. I just prayed this dinner went well or they wouldn’t hear from me for a while.

“I have to find a job come Monday,” Temple said out of the blue.

I kissed her forehead. “You know you don’t have to clock in to nobody’s job, but if that’s what you want to do, I won’t stop you.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “I know I have a rich baby daddy now.” She laughed. “But I’d always liked to make my own money. Besides, I don’t want my new in-laws to think I’m a gold digger.”

“I don’t care what anyone thinks about you. My opinion is the only one that matters.”

“How are they? And don’t lie to me.”

I sighed and cleared my throat. “They are good people. Just very nosy. They will have questions, a lot of them. And you can be honest, choose to answer, or not answer. If it becomes too much, I’ll shut it down ASAP.”

“You make them sound bad.” She laughed.

“They’re not bad people. My moms just . . . do too much, but it’s expected for your parents to annoy you occasionally.” I wouldn’t taint her image of them. I wanted her to see how they were for herself and make her decision based on her own opinions if she wanted to accept them. I, however, would rather they never meet her. They scarred me from when I brought Arya home for Sunday dinner that one summer I felt like having a fling.

Never again.

I spared them then because Arya meant nothing, but I wouldn’t spare them when it came to my Beauty.

The Uber pulled up to my penthouse forty-five minutes later, and I had the doorman load our luggage and bags onto the carrier.

We headed inside and rode the elevator up to my spot. Once we got off, I used the key fob to open the door, then swept Temple off her feet and carried her over the threshold.

Her girlish giggles made my heart smile.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Matthews.”

She kissed me as I set her on her feet. “This is definitely a bachelor’s pad. I see I’m going to have to add some color in here.”