Part 49

Part 49

Everything was being held there in the hotel. The banquet staff was on point, this is the first time I've seen the cake and it's breath taking, I don't even want to cut it. It was seven tiers high, white and cream, with pearl like beads going around it, forming a waterfall in the front. The topper was two professional dressed African Americans, not the typical bride and groom. After the ceremony, Eric and I went upstairs to change so we could join everyone else in the festivities. Eric opened the hotel door and carried me over the threshold. He's a very sweet man, I know that he loves me, because he shows it. Well, except for the time he tried to kill me.

Everyone already started drinking, the music was flowing, and best of all, we were officially one. We ate, slow danced, then we started to cut up. Everyone broke out in dance, even the older gentleman. Since I've met these men not once have I seen them smile and laugh so much. Eric came from behind, lifting me above his head screaming, look at my wife yall. Bringing me down slowly, positioning his head under my shirt kissing my stomach. Once we were face to face he whispered, "you're all mine, let's get out of here." Of course I agreed.

He took me for a walk, a short one because our hotel isn't that far from the Eiffel Tower. It was after hours and he wanted to see if he can get us a tour while no one was there.  He told me to stay at the entrance while he goes and speaks to the security guard. He came back telling me we have three hours. Excited to the max, I almost mowed him over trying to get the tour started. We took the elevator to the top floor not saying a word. I was so mesmerized that I was speechless. We get to the top floor and no one's there, while I was walking towards the glass I asked Eric where's the person that's going to give us a tour. His hands on my waist, he started to kiss my neck, telling me no one was coming up, and all of the cameras were turned off.