PROMISED TO HIM
CHAPTER 31
ROY SMITH
We landed in Dubai around 22:00. The air was warm and smelled faintly of sea salt and expensive perfume. A black car was already waiting for us outside the airport — tinted windows, sleek body, silent engine. Exactly how I like it.
Mayi was quiet beside me the whole ride. Her head rested against my chest as the city lights blurred past the window — gold, silver, and desert dust blending into one.
I could feel her heartbeat; calm but uncertain. Maybe she was still thinking about everything that had happened between us before this trip.
When we arrived, the guards took our luggage while I handled the keys. The villa was exactly as I wanted — private, guarded, luxurious.
Mayi followed me upstairs, dragging her small suitcase, her eyes wide like a child’s. I opened the door, still talking on the phone with Msizi about a pending deal — but when I turned, I froze.
The entire room was filled with red and white roses. Petals scattered over the carpet, the bed dressed in silk sheets, candles flickering around the room. It was like stepping into a dream.
Mayi gasped softly. “You… you did this for me?”
Her voice trembled — part disbelief, part something I couldn’t name. She turned to me with tears shining in her eyes and wrapped her arms around my waist. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Her warmth against me said enough.
I just held her, pressing her closer, breathing her in. Everything else — Msizi did this I know, the business calls, the world — could wait.
Dinner was already waiting for us downstairs. The long table was set for two, candles in the center, plates of grilled salmon and fresh fruit.
She looked so peaceful under that golden glow, her eyes soft as she laughed about the way the waiter kept calling me
“Mr. Smith” like I was royalty.
We ate slowly, talking about the view, the flight, the desert we’d seen from above. It felt… normal. Maybe too normal for people like us.
After dinner, I went upstairs to shower. The mirror fogged with steam as I stood there, water running down my shoulders, trying to wash away the chaos in my head. I wasn’t used to this kind of quiet — the kind that made me think.
The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn.
“Roy?” her voice was small, uncertain.
I met her eyes in the mirror. She stepped closer and reached for my back, brushing it gently with a towel. The simple touch hit harder than any words could.
I turned, catching her hand. For a moment, everything stopped — the sound of water, the flickering candles, the noise in my head. Just her and me.
“Mayi,” I whispered.
Her eyes darted away. “You don’t have to keep pretending you’re made of stone, Roy.”
I cupped her face, pressing my forehead to hers. “Stop looking me like that?”
She smiled faintly. “Like what?”
So I pulled her close. Not to claim her. Not to control her. Just to hold her.
Her heartbeat against mine, our breaths uneven, the silence between us louder than words.
I just lifted her up and kissed her taking off her clothes I put her leg in my shoulder and rub my Dick on her pussy walls she was moaning
“Are you ready?”
She nods and I put hands in her neck
“I wants words”
“Yes-“
Without even finishing the sentence I tried to put it in but there was walls I couldn’t it was hard I tried again she was now crying loud
I carried her to the bed and kissed her again with her legs around my waist
I tried again still it was tight I put one finger hard to pave a way for me then the second one then fingerfucked her
She was now crying yet she seduced me I held her hair tight and slid it in hard and she gasped and crying
Then I heard warm fluid touching me
I thrust her slow while kissing her after being done i pulled out …the sheet was full of blood she was crying
“Mayi?”
“I’m not a Virgin anymore”she said like whispering
If you get angry that man deprived you a chance to sleep with you when he gives you a chance you cry?what kind of madness is this
When her tears touched my chest, I took her to the bathroom we took an innocent bath and did the bedding and took put sheets and put new one
Later, I carried her to bed. We didn’t rush. We just lay there, facing each other in the dim light. My thumb brushed over her cheek. She smiled softly, eyes heavy with sleep.
“Roy,” she whispered, “promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you won’t disappear again.”
I kissed her forehead, my voice rough. “I’m not going anywhere, Bayi.”
Her lips curved into a faint smile before she drifted off. I stayed awake, watching her breathe, wondering how someone could walk into my world of smoke and steel — and turn it into something that felt like home.