if she stood by him the whole time. It was incredibly ambitious, but it had worked.
“I was so proud of you that day, Aminah,” Fame said, cradling the cordless phone in the crook of his neck. “Proud and honored.”
At the end of Aminah’s graduation ceremony, Fame, dressed in a loose-fitting white linen suit, a princess-cut diamond in his left ear, a Rolex on one wrist and an iced-out platinum bracelet on the other, stole her away from her family and friends to walk her over to a campus parking lot. He presented Aminah with eight long-stemmed white roses—one for every year they’d been together—and a brand-new white CL500 Mercedes-Benz with a big white bow.
After Aminah had finally stopped screaming, Fame had knelt down on one knee.
“You know I don’t need a piece of paper to make you my wife, baby girl,” he had said, brushing over his low-cut waves with his right hand. “We’ve been together since we were freshmen in high school. Then you went off to this elite university, got your degree, and stood by your man the whole time. You supported me when my deejaying career took me around the world. Remember when I flew you into Tokyo to spend your spring break with me? You didn’t even laugh when I told you I wanted to transition into producing. Instead you bought me my first SP and 950—the equipment I needed to jumpstart my producing career—and I love you for that, baby. That kind of love is rare.”
Fame paused to pull out a Harry Winston ring box from his jacket pocket. “Like I said, you’ve already been my wife for years, and I don’t need a legal document to tell me that. But I’m ready to make some babies, and your father’s respect is important to me, so I’d like to do this decently and in order. And I know making it legal means a lot to you.”
Fame had opened the deep-blue leather box to reveal a five-carat emerald-cut diamond engagement ring.
“I could never forget that day,” Aminah admitted on the phone, choking back the tears.
“Me either. Sorry for calling you selfish, baby,” Fame said gently. “Listen, you can go on ahead to see your mother if that’ll make you feel better. But I’d love it if you could stop by for just a few minutes. You don’t have to stay. I really need to see you though. Just for a minute, baby girl.”
“Okay, Fame,” Aminah said, exiting off the parkway’s winding ramp toward Hempstead. She’d already decided to forego her trip to Sag Harbor. Reminiscing with Fame had stirred up an urgent longing to see him.
Aminah enjoyed dinner with her family at Gloria’s house that night. After they returned home and put their children to bed, Fame sat at the edge of their oversize, custom-built bed and asked Aminah to stand in front of him.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, you know that, right?”
Aminah blushed.
“I handpicked you, Mrs. Anderson,” Fame said, sliding Aminah’s skirt off and then kissing her belly button—first circling the outside and then sticking his warm tongue right in the middle. Fame stood up to undo her halter and unfasten her bra.
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, look at all this sweetness, and it all belongs to me,” Fame said, sucking gently on Aminah’s neck while rolling her nipples back and forth between his fingers. Aminah moaned.
Fame turned his wife around and wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew how much she loved being hugged from behind. She rested the back of her head on his chest. Though Fame was still fully dressed, Aminah could feel his hardness pushing through his denim shorts. They swayed from side to side as if they were slow dancing to their favorite song. “You my baby?” he asked Aminah.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Mmmm, yes, Daddy, I’m your baby. I’ll always be your baby.”
Fame sat back down on the bed, turned Aminah around to face him again, and cupped her plump ass. He moved her hot-pink thong to the right and slowly flicked his tongue up and down the hood of her clitoris until Aminah
“I was so proud of you that day, Aminah,” Fame said, cradling the cordless phone in the crook of his neck. “Proud and honored.”
At the end of Aminah’s graduation ceremony, Fame, dressed in a loose-fitting white linen suit, a princess-cut diamond in his left ear, a Rolex on one wrist and an iced-out platinum bracelet on the other, stole her away from her family and friends to walk her over to a campus parking lot. He presented Aminah with eight long-stemmed white roses—one for every year they’d been together—and a brand-new white CL500 Mercedes-Benz with a big white bow.
After Aminah had finally stopped screaming, Fame had knelt down on one knee.
“You know I don’t need a piece of paper to make you my wife, baby girl,” he had said, brushing over his low-cut waves with his right hand. “We’ve been together since we were freshmen in high school. Then you went off to this elite university, got your degree, and stood by your man the whole time. You supported me when my deejaying career took me around the world. Remember when I flew you into Tokyo to spend your spring break with me? You didn’t even laugh when I told you I wanted to transition into producing. Instead you bought me my first SP and 950—the equipment I needed to jumpstart my producing career—and I love you for that, baby. That kind of love is rare.”
Fame paused to pull out a Harry Winston ring box from his jacket pocket. “Like I said, you’ve already been my wife for years, and I don’t need a legal document to tell me that. But I’m ready to make some babies, and your father’s respect is important to me, so I’d like to do this decently and in order. And I know making it legal means a lot to you.”
Fame had opened the deep-blue leather box to reveal a five-carat emerald-cut diamond engagement ring.
“I could never forget that day,” Aminah admitted on the phone, choking back the tears.
“Me either. Sorry for calling you selfish, baby,” Fame said gently. “Listen, you can go on ahead to see your mother if that’ll make you feel better. But I’d love it if you could stop by for just a few minutes. You don’t have to stay. I really need to see you though. Just for a minute, baby girl.”
“Okay, Fame,” Aminah said, exiting off the parkway’s winding ramp toward Hempstead. She’d already decided to forego her trip to Sag Harbor. Reminiscing with Fame had stirred up an urgent longing to see him.
Aminah enjoyed dinner with her family at Gloria’s house that night. After they returned home and put their children to bed, Fame sat at the edge of their oversize, custom-built bed and asked Aminah to stand in front of him.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, you know that, right?”
Aminah blushed.
“I handpicked you, Mrs. Anderson,” Fame said, sliding Aminah’s skirt off and then kissing her belly button—first circling the outside and then sticking his warm tongue right in the middle. Fame stood up to undo her halter and unfasten her bra.
“Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm, look at all this sweetness, and it all belongs to me,” Fame said, sucking gently on Aminah’s neck while rolling her nipples back and forth between his fingers. Aminah moaned.
Fame turned his wife around and wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew how much she loved being hugged from behind. She rested the back of her head on his chest. Though Fame was still fully dressed, Aminah could feel his hardness pushing through his denim shorts. They swayed from side to side as if they were slow dancing to their favorite song. “You my baby?” he asked Aminah.
“Yes.”
“Yes, who?”
“Mmmm, yes, Daddy, I’m your baby. I’ll always be your baby.”
Fame sat back down on the bed, turned Aminah around to face him again, and cupped her plump ass. He moved her hot-pink thong to the right and slowly flicked his tongue up and down the hood of her clitoris until Aminah
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