Chapter 70 - This Is Marshall

A/N Warning: This chapter contains mature themes & themes of intimacy.

Sadé's POV:

— November 16th, Chicago

It was currently 3:16 on a Wednesday afternoon. Marshall and I had touched down in my hometown some time around 10:30 this morning before having a small outing at a breakfast cafe. We then checked in our room at the Loews Hotel, relaxing for a few hours until it was time to get ready for our dinner with my family tonight.

I surprisingly wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be, which is partially due to the fact that Malik won't be in attendance. I think after what happened between him and Marshall yesterday, it's best that they don't meet right now and take some time to cool off, and keep their distance from each other. I'm not saying anything would happen physically because I know both Marshall and Malik pretty well. Malik wouldn't just tussle unless he had a justifiable reason. And Marshall is a respectful man and doesn't bother to fight nor argue with anyone unless his buttons are pushed over the limits, which I have never seen from him.

So here we were, both of us getting ready. I was finishing up in the shower, washing my body off while Marshall had already done so. Once I got out, I lathered myself up in body oils and lotion to keep my skin soft & glowing. I then did my skincare routine, prepping my skin for my makeup application. I applied my foundation and concealer, creating a flawless base for the steps that followed. I powered my face, adding contour, blush, and highlight. I did my eyebrows and eye makeup, deciding to go for something neutral. I didn't bother adding color, wanting to go for the chocolate glam feel; Just keeping it simple and classic. I applied light mascara since I do get my lashes done, therefore, it's not really necessary. I finished the look off with some setting spray to hold my makeup in place then going in with new my signature lip combo since MAC decided they wanted to discontinue my favorite lip liner of all time "Nightmoth." So I've started using the MAC "Cork" lip liner paired the the Fenty Beauty gloss in "Glow Fantasy."

Afterwards, I started fixing up my hair, adding a few curls to it with a curling iron I brung with me. Marshall then came into the bathroom as I was in the midst of doing my thing to line up his beard and freshen up his haircut, using one of the two double sinks & mirrors placed in the bathroom. He didn't really say much to me as he was focused on making sure he didn't mess up or accidentally snip himself. I was practically done while he was finishing up so I went back into the bedroom area, getting my outfit out of my suitcase.

I got dressed in a curve hugging light grey dress, Gucci tights, and black Bottega Veneta knee high boots. I paired it with my stack bracelets that Marshall had gifted me for my birthday that I now wear regularly, my gold plated name necklace, and a black trench coat. It was definitely giving fashionable rockstar vibes.

Marshall had gotten dressed in a pair of light grey jeans, a black album cover shirt, white sneakers, and a black jacket. He paired it with his signature black kangol hat, his gold chain necklace, gold Rolex nugget watch, gold nugget bracelet, and matching gold nugget ring. I thought he looked great & handsome as per usual. The new grey pants did catch my eye, making him look a tad bit finer than usual, however. We were color coordinated with the black, grey, and gold.

It was now nearing 6:45: Almost time for us to have to leave soon. Marshall was checking himself out in the body mirror, not particularly happy with his outfit. He kept frowning, looking back at all his other options for something to wear.

"Sadé, are you sure I look fine? Shouldn't I dress more presentable to meet your family?" He asked me, feeling self conscious.

"MarMar, you look fine. I like the outfit. There's nothing wrong with it." I gave him my honest opinion.

"What about my pants though? Should I pull them up instead of sagging?" He questioned.

He was now undoing his belt go pull his pants all the way up, tightening them. I had to stifle a laugh at how proper he looked like that, remembering that now was not the time to be unserious. He took notice though, shooting me a glare.

"Aye. What you laughing at, girl?"

"Nothing." I quickly replied.

He mumbled something under his breath about it better have been nothing before he has to fix my attitude. I rolled my eyes, ignoring his remarks.

"Alright, just stop. That's not even you, keep your pants how you would normally wear them." I told him, seeing how ridiculous he looked.

I walked over to him, unbuckling his belt to lower his pants to their usual length, slightly sagging. I then buckled his belt back up, which really was more for decoration since it didn't serve its purpose of holding his pants up... Ever. I really wasn't focused on how close my hands were to his crotch as I did this.

"Thank you..." He said quietly.

"Of course, love." I replied, resting my hands on his lower stomach, "You're perfect the way you are. You don't need to change anything about yourself or how you do things to please others. You know that more than anybody... And you look very handsome tonight, by the way." I leaned in to give me a peck on the lips.

He closed his eyes, humming into the kiss, before he pulled away with a sigh. I could feel that he wasn't all the way there.

"What's wrong?" I asked him softly as he paced the room.

This man was genuinely stressed out from the looks of it. He was all panicked. The expression on his face was screaming distress.

"I'm just so in my head, Sae. Like what if they don't like me, and think I'm no good for you or something?" He ranted, listing off different what if's & scenarios.

"I don't care what they think."

"Well, I do! And you should too! I know you would pick them over me if push comes to shove."

"Marshall, no I wouldn't." I squinted my eyes at him, starting to get a little angry at that statement.

Why would he say something like that? And why does that even have to be a scenario? I sat in the bed, listening to him ramble, answering all his worries in a supportive manner.

"Yes, you would. Don't even lie, Sae. You may not have the best relationship with them, but you love them to death."

"I ain't picking anyone because there's nothing to pick over. I have my family and I have you. Both of y'all's are in my life, and if there's differences there, then oh well. Because I'm not picking anyone over the other. Y'all are just going to have to learn to be cordial and civil with each other." I agued back honestly.

"Ight, fine. That's fair enough. But what if they already have their minds made up about me before I even walk in there?"

"They don't. They want to get to know the real you... Hence the dinner."

"And what about Malik? I'm gonna have to meet him sooner or later. He definitely hates my guts after that shit I started last night. I mean, I basically told him that you like the fact that I'm a dilf!" He exclaimed.

"Ummm... What's a dilf?" I asked him completely clueless and oblivious to the term.

"You don't know what a dilf is?" He looked at me with pure shock.

I shook my head no.

"It stands for "Dad I'd like to fuck." It's a sexually attractive older man, that has kids." He explained with a smirk.

Oh. I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment and coyness.

"Oh. I guess I like dilfs." I gave jazz hands with a sheepish chuckle, "Anyways, you didn't start anything with him. He did that to himself."

"Well, I sure as hell finished it. And I just know I'm not in his good graces." He grumbled.

I snapped my head up, looking at him as we made eye contact.

"What? I'm just saying." He defended himself.

"Okay, whatever. Regardless of who started it or finished it, it doesn't matter. I'm sure you guys will work out your differences eventually in due time."

"But what if- " He started, but I interrupted him.

"Enough!" I raised my voice.

I grabbed his hand, pushing him on the bed so he could stop pacing the room. Him being stressed out was stressing me out. He gave me a startled look, not expecting that out of me. I sat on his lap, being face to face with him now.

"Would just breathe and calm down, love? You're stressing yourself out and me. I said everything would be fine so it's going to be fine. I really, really like you. A lot. And they'll understand that. You make me happy, and you need to just trust that everything will be okay. You have to trust my word too, ya' know." I frowned.

"I know, and I do, but I'm just nervous. It's just that it's different with you. I want to make a good impression." He confessed.

"Why? Why do care so much? How's it different?" I pressed the issue, wanting to confront it right now so that we wouldn't run into it later down the line.

"Because... Just know that it is, Ight? You're different than anyone I've ever dated. And no I'm not referring to you being black. I'm just saying that... It's just important to me. That's all." He groaned out.

He struggled to find the right words to say, not being able to elaborate on his emotions. I studied his facial expression and eyes. They pleaded with me to drop the subject so I did. He clearly didn't want to tell me, and I understand and respect his wishes. If he doesn't want to talk about it, he doesn't have to. But I do need him to stop stressing out though.

"Fine, I suppose. Just be yourself, please. You look great the way you are, you're handsome the way you are, and I like you the way you are." I say, refusing to press him about the issue, "And stop stressing out before you give yourself a heart attack, old man." I joke to lighten up the mood.

He let out a deep chuckle in response before speaking.

"Mhmm, you should destress me then." He flirted suggestively.

He ran his hands up and down my sides as we continued to hold conversation.

"You know we have somewhere important to be soon." I reminded him.

"And? That's enough time for a quickie." He said deeply as he pushed my hair behind my ear, kissing the side of my neck.

"Marshall..." I let out, taking in a sharp breath, "We can't." I moved to kiss him.

"But promise me that you'll be yourself, and I'll promise you'll be able to have more than just a quickie tonight." I purred in his ear temptingly.

I knew exactly what I was doing and so did he. We both knew that we needed to be leaving any minute now if we wanted to make on time. And Marshall being Marshall with his insatiable desires & habits wasn't making it easy. Now was not the time to tangled between each other in the sheets.

"Is that a promise or a pinky promise?" He made direct eye contact with me, his eyes full of lust.

"Pinky promise." I hooked my pinky with his, making a deal.

"Ight then. I'll be more than just myself then. I'll be as cool as a cucumber, baby." He gave me a wink.

I got up from my spot on top of him. He smacked my butt as soon as I got up, a grin tugging on his lips. I playfully shook my head, grabbing my purse. I walked in front of him to exit the room while he walked behind me.

— At Esquire Restaurant, 7:25PM

We had arrived at Esquire Restaurant some twenty five minutes later. Marshall and I had gotten out of our hired car that was driven by our designated driver. We walked inside the restaurant holding hands as we were escorted to our seats after I had checked us in under my reservation. I had rented out a private room, and the bill was already paid for along with any food all of us would be eating ahead of time. I also already tipped everyone that would be serving us. It was just easier that way.

When we entered the room, Grandma Dolly and Trinity were already seated, conversing amongst themselves. There were two more seats at the table reserved for us, but also another one: That one was supposed to be for Malik. However, he decided to bail on all of us last minute because he couldn't put his differences aside for me like a grown man. That infuriated me very much, and I was so mad at him for that. It genuinely hurt my feelings, but it is what it is. It wasn't the first time that I was hurt by family, and I'm sure that it wouldn't be the last. Anyways, we eventually reached the table, gaining their attention. They both stood ups to greet the both of us.

"Hi, Grandma Dolly." I hugged her first, "Hey, Trin." I hugged her last.

I backed away to introduce Marshall to them.

"This is Marshall, my boyfriend. Marshall, this is Grandma Dolly and my sister, Trinity." I smile nervously.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms.Myers." He shook her hand politely.

"You as well. You're a little cutie. I see why Sadé likes you." Grandma Dolly teased.

Oh gosh. Not the embarrassment starting already. I could feel my body heating up ever so slightly. I looked over at Marshall, who had a boyish grin on his face & his cheeks were tinted pink.

"Thank you. And it's nice to meet you as well, Trinity." He shook Trin's hand.

"You too. Sade's told me a lot about you." Trinity said excitedly.

Not her too. Why does family always feel the need to tease and embarrass you in front of your friends or significant others? I wanted to go run and hide already. I shot her a glare, only causing her to laugh.

We sat down at the table, ordering drinks and appetizers off the menu. We all began having conversation pretty quickly. Marshall was completely being 100% himself and didn't seem nervous, which I was thankful for. He actually seemed pretty comfortable during dinner. My grandma was surprisingly tame tonight. I don't know if she had a glass of wine before she arrived or what, but she wasn't as bad as I though she would be. She did say a few out of pocket statements, but I couldn't expect anything less. Marshall wasn't upset at it about it; He just played it cool. I couldn't tell if she liked him or not, to be honest. She wasn't thrilled by him from what I saw, but she wasn't unimpressed neither...

Trinity on the other hand loved him. I had no doubt that she wouldn't. I had told her a lot about him through phone calls and text messages whenever we did speak so she her standards for him was pretty high. I guess he keep it up because she didn't have anything negative to say. I was pleased about that. And he seemed to like her too because they were able to casually hold conversation. I was happy that my man and my sister were getting along.

So far, they only discussed a few details about Marshall's life & our relationship. They asked us the typical how'd we meet, which I answered. They asked him about where he grew up, his career, what's he like to do for fun/his hobbies, and if he was a religious man, which he said not really although he does have some faith. They also wanted to know his political views, aka - Are you a white man that's a trump supporter? Of course, he quickly said that he was democratic, and that he actually hated trump with a passion. Although I already knew that, they were relived upon hearing it.

Of course, this could all change. It was only the start of dinner, and they hadn't gotten into the nitty gritty. I knew they were going to ask him some intense questions sooner or later, and I was mentally preparing myself for that. And for Marshall's sake, I hope he was too. Because my family is bold. Real bold. They either like you or they hate you. And right now, we were only in the middle.

Our main courses were served a little while later. And as expected, it was go time for them.

"So while you seem cool so far, Marshall, Grandma Dolly and I just have a few more things we'd like to get to know about you." Trinity said.

"Trinity, stop sugar coating it to this boy. We got some questions for you, Marshall. Plain and simple." Grandma Dolly said, getting straight to the point.

"Ight. I'm an open book. What is it you wanna know?" Marshall shrugged.

"Please, don't ask him anything crazy or something outta pocket, y'all." I said solemnly.

I let out a subtle sigh before taking a bite of my steak. Marshall somehow noticed, and squeezed my thigh reassuringly. Crazy how roles have been reversed. It went from him being stressed out to me being stressed out.

Marshall's POV:

Dinner was going great so far in my opinion. Her grandma and sister actually made me feel comfortable. There wasn't any weird energy, and they didn't care who I was or that I was famous. Well, Trinity didn't care because to be honest, I don't think Ms.Myers knew of me at all.

I did kind of get the vibe that she maybe didn't like me though. It was nothing she said necessarily, but more of her energy. She was just very... hesitant and reserved. I already knew she'd be a hard one to crack, but I was willing to put in the work if it meant dating Sadé. I had a feeling that me and Grandma Dolly just might get along eventually though. She gave off that southern grandma attitude where they're mean, but deep down they really love you.

As for Trinity, her sister, I like her. She was chill. She was very kind much like Sadé, and was happy to meet me. She wasn't harsh or mean or anything, but rather quite open minded to getting to know me, and understanding Sadé & I's relationship better. Of course, she did make it clear that if I ever hurt Sadé, that she would "hunt me down, and drag me from Detroit all the way to Chicago then back to Detroit"... Her words, not mines. And seeing the way Sae fights, I was going to have to take her word for it. She was just protecting her younger sister. As she should, rightfully so. So yea, I liked Trinity.

We were all casually talking, them getting to know a little more about me when the questions started rolling in. Now I know how Sadé must've felt when my daughters met her for the first time and were asking her all type of shit. I wasn't nervous or anything, but I was feeling a little bit on edge. They started off rather simple before they increasingly became more and more complex. It's not that I minded because if one of my daughters was dating a man way older than her, or a man like me in general, I'd be asking him the same things. Here how it went down:

"So, obvious question: What are your intentions?" Trinity asked.

"I simply enjoy getting to know Sadé, everything she stands for, and I enjoy her company. She's a very nice woman that respects herself. She's kind, caring, and she's the ultimate sweetheart. I mean, I have no ill intentions if that's what you're wondering. I would never hurt her, never treat her badly, and would always be there for her no matter what. She's my lady. I respect her & I care for her. My intentions are pure." I answer honestly.

Sadé gave my knee a small squeeze as she gave a smile. I knew she was pleased with my answer, and so was I. It was the honest truth. My heart for her is pure. I have nothing, but admiration and endearment for her.

"I can genuinely see that. She's all smiles when she's with you it seems like so far." Trinity complimented, "So I'm assuming he treats you right then, and is nice to you, Sadé. Correct?" She posed the question to her.

I looked to her, wanting to hear her answer even though I already knew it because I definitely do.

"Yes, he does. Very well actually. He's very caring and nice. He never treats me like I'm inferior to him or less than." She replied honestly.

I knew there was a double meaning to her answer. That I treat her how she's supposed to be treated as I should, but that I don't abuse her like her ex did. She told me only Trinity was made aware of what happened in her past relationship while the rest of her family wasn't. So that was Trinity's was of making sure that I wasn't treating her like shit. I respected her for making sure her sister was straight.

"Good." Trinity gave a one worded answer, "Do you trust each other?"

I signaled for Sae to go first. Ladies first, of course.

"I trust him one hundred percent. I have no reason not to." Sadé shrugged, turning to look at me for my answer.

"Agreed. I trust Sae. She's showed me that she's really down for me." I smirked, thinking back on how she beat the living daylights out of Skylar.

If that ain't down for someone I don't know what is. Aside from that, she's never done me wrong or had done anything to lose my trust for her. She's earned it entirely despite my various amounts of trust issues. Somehow. I don't know how she did it, but she did.

"And you respect her opinion?" Trinity asked.

"For sure." I confirmed, eating my steak.

"Ight, cool." Trinity nodded her head, satisfied with my answers.

"Now, Marshall. I'm curious, do you plan on dating Sadé long term or is this casual? She said she's serious about you so." Ms.Myers asked.

"Well, I hope so. I'm as serious about this relationship as much as she is. We're taking it slow right now though."

"Okay. What are your thoughts on marriage and kids?" Ms.Myers asked.

I felt my eyes widen slightly as my breathing hitched. I felt myself become panicked at that question because Sadé and I have never discussed that. Although we both had a deep conversation about how we don't want children, we have yet to talk about marriage. I had no plans on talking about it anytime soon neither. I don't want to get married again nor am I willing to settle that far down. I don't know what Sadé thought about that, but I know she's a girl who takes things slow.

"Uhmm..." I chuckled nervously, scratching my beard.

I felt like I couldn't find the right words. Like I was stumped by the thought of any of that. Sadé took notice of my anxious state, answering the question for me.

"We're just taking things slow like he said. One day at a time. What happens, happens. And what doesn't, doesn't. No kids though." Sadé explained in simpler terms.

I shot her a smile as I smiled back at the rest of them, appreciative of my lady. Now, I could only hope she wouldn't question me about that later herself.

"Awe, no great grand-babies?" Ms.Myers frowned in a joking manner.

"Grandma Dolly, you know dang well I wasn't about to have a child because miracles aren't real. I'm sure one of your other 12 something grandkids would love to give you some grand-babies. But not me. Ask Trinity!" Sadé joked back, looking over at her sister.

"Oh, God no! Keep me out of that discussion. Ain't no kids popping outta this pussy anytime soon." Trinity exhaled, seemingly stressed out about the topic.

"Girl, you better watch yourself. Talking like you ain't got no damn sense." Ms.Myers grumbled, smacking the back of Trinity's head.

Note to self: Don't be vulgar around Grandma Dolly. Also, no talking of the pussies. I was not trying to be scolded next.

"Anyways." Ms.Myers rolled her eyes, "Have you dated anyone younger than you? Since you're 50 and she's 21..."

"Younger, yes. As young as Sadé or anyone in their 20s? No. It's not weird or anything between us despite our age gap. She's a grown woman, who carries herself as such. She's very classy and graceful. When I first met her, I actually assumed she was a little bit older than what she was for that simple fact alone."

"Okay. And what about race? Have you ever dated a black girl before, is there any issues with that?" Ms.Myers wondered curiously.

"No, I haven't. She's a first for me, and hopefully it stays that way for a while. Umm, no issues regarding her being black. Never ran into them, but if they do come up for whatever reason I don't see why it can't be talked about." I replied nonchalantly.

"That's great to hear, honey. If we're both being honest here, I was skeptical on the fact that you were a white boy. But if there's no issues between you and her being black then there's no issues between us and you being white. I ain't saying I like you, now; I'm just saying race aside, there's no issues. I'm alright with that." Ms.Myers admitted.

"Thank you." I nodded my head respectfully.

"Well... I was not expecting that one. Thank you for respecting him, Grandma Dolly." Sadé spoke up, her voice full of surprise.

Trinity simply acted she wasn't even apart of this conversation as she stuffed her face with food awkwardly.

We continued to eat our food in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. I couldn't help, but wonder that this dinner was going surprisingly well. Maybe too well. I was under the impression that Ms.Myers was going to come out swinging. Don't get me wrong, she definitely said a few things that threw me off guard, this being one of them, but it truly wasn't as bad as I expected it to be. And Sadé was pleasantly shocked as well at how good it was going. I couldn't help, but feel like at some point it would take a sharp turn, and I don't know if I was ready for that honestly.

"So what do y'all like to do together for fun as a couple?" Trinity broke the silence.

Fuck. Have sex. We can't keep our hands off each other because we're so infatuated with one another. I probably shouldn't say that, however.

"We usually just watch movies, have date nights inside the house, or sit and talk to each other for hours. We can't really go out much considering we aren't public and because of our celebrity statuses." I say instead.

"Yea, but we do love to go to try different restaurants when we do go out. We're both foodies." Sadé added cheerfully.

"That's nice. And you said you had kids right?" Ms.Myers brought up.

"Yup. Three beautiful daughters. My oldest is 29, I have a 26 year old that will be 27 in a month, and my youngest is 21." I confirmed.

"Hmm, okay. And all you girls get along just fine? No baby momma drama, right?" Ms.Myers wanted to make sure.

I was definitely starting to feel the pressure now. I now know what Sae meant when she said they were some tough critics.

"Me and his daughters get along just fine actually. And no there isn't any baby moms drama, but if there was that would be between me, him, and said baby moms. Not anyone else because it's not anyone else's business." Sadé stated firmly, seemingly annoyed by that question.

Well...

"Sadé, can you come to the bathroom with me?" Trinity cleared her throat.

"Sure." She responded, "Are you gonna be fine by yourself for a few minutes with Grandma Dolly?" She whispered in my ear.

"I'll be fine. Go." I reassured her, encouraging her to go with her sister.

They both excused themselves from the table to go to the bathroom for the next few minutes. They got up, walking away. It was now just me and her grandmother at the table. As soon as they were out of ear shot, she started talking. I know I told Sadé that I would be fine, but I lied. This woman kind of intimidates me. I can see where Sae gets it from sometimes.

"How you doin', Ms.Myers?" I tried to play it cool, but she saw right through me.

I'm doing fine, Marshall. Am I making you nervous?" She questioned with an amused expression.

"A little, yea." I chuckled.

"Don't be. Listen, I just want to make sure that Sadé is dating someone who is really interested in her for her, and not what she has to offer. And to be frank, ever since her mother passed away some years ago, we all have been more protective over her. She's a nice girl with a big heart. Since her mom isn't here by her side anymore we have to be even though we don't have the best relationship. You need to understand that her mom was everything to her and still is. She may not talk about her, but that's because it still hurts her. It's just how it is. She used to always feel the need to have to fill the void in her heart of losing her mother with something or someone. Whether it be her love for cooking, her career, or people. I want to make sure that if you're going to date her, meaning potentially love her, that you mean it. Because when she loves someone, she loves hard. It's just her caring nature. And I'd be damned if you ever hurt my grand baby. Now, I may not have been the kindest person to her, may have done some things I regret along the way of trying to raise her, and I may have hurt her myself, which is something I regret deeply, but I would never let a man tear her down. Ever. You hear me?" She spoke sternly & carefully.

I never realized how much Sadé really meant to her until now. I guess I can kind of understand where she's coming from although some of her words did contradict her actions. I just never expected her to be so real because Sadé always tells me how distant they are and how she felt like sometimes she wondered if her grandmother ever loved her at all. Especially considering all that she put her through growing up, the abuse, and neglect, and just not really being there for her like a grandmother should. But I know now, that she did always have some love for her most likely, and just was a messed up person to Sae for whatever reason. But I wasn't here to do a deep dive analysis of their relationship. I was here to get to know them, and for them to get to know me.

I also never really realized how much Sadé just might be thinking of her mother. I mean, she never speaks about her. Only less than a handful of times throughout me knowing her has she done so. I guess the reason for that was because of how much it would hurt her. I swear, my lady is so strong and brave from everything she's gone through. She's a literal walking angel. And for her to be as happy as she is in life, for her to have a smile on her face everyday, knowing the battles she's gone through. That's strength right there. That is growth, and pure elegance.

"Yes, ma'am. Of course. I would never hurt her. I'm with Sadé because I genuinely adore her. I adore her morals, her personality, her character, her vision, her company when she's around me, just her. Nothing less, nothing more. I respect her. Hell, I worship the grounds she walks on, to be real with you. I would never hurt her, and that's a promise. She means a lot to me, and I value her as a person. And I know she feels the same way about me. " I gave her my word.

"Okay. I'm taking your word for it." She said optimistically.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know about me?" I wondered suggestively.

She thought for a few seconds, seeing if there was anything else's she needed to know. Once she had something in her mind she spoke up.

"Do you have a bad temper? Is it something I should be concerned about? I remember Trinity wanted me to ask that."

Yes. But not with Sadé, of course not. She's never seen my temper, and she won't. She brings me nothing, but peace.

"No. I wouldn't want to allow any anger to take over when I'm with her." I partially told the truth, just not the entire truth.

"And Malik specifically told me that you had some felonies and went to jail before. Care to explain that?" She leaned forward, engaged in out conversation.

Of course Malik said that. He hates my guts. Why wouldn't he? He isn't even here to ask me that question for himself. He should be here meeting me for the happiness of his sister.

"Umm." I looked around, taking in a deep breath, "So I didn't go to jail for these charges, firstly. I went to court and got probation time. Secondly, I was charged with carrying a concealed weapon, brandishing a firearm, and some assault charges. And lastly, that was all in the early 2000s though. Haven't been arrested since." I reluctantly expose myself.

I'm surprised Malik couldn't figure that one out on his own, considering he knows everything about me and how I'm such a terrible guy. I was worried that this wouldn't help my case at all with her grandmother, but there was nothing I could do about it. No matter how you spin it, it's a bad look. I may have changed and matured, but truth is that some of the shit I did back in the day still bites me in the ass sometimes.

Grandma Dolly's POV:

"Well, I'm not too fond of that, but I understand things happen." I replied upon hearing what Marshall's felonies were for.

We continued to engage in small talk, getting an understanding of each other until the girls came back. Once they were back at the table, we all had dessert. There weren't anymore questions that I felt needed to be answered so we all sat, exchanging in a delightful dialogue.

I had conflicting thoughts on Marshall. I don't think he's using Sadé for anything she has to offer at all, which is a good thing. And I know for a fact that she wasn't using him. I wasn't fond of him having been convicted before, but he is only human. Unfortunately. I also don't like how he answered the question about kids and marriage. It alarmed me a little bit, not at the fact that he didn't want kids because Sadé obviously cannot reproduce, but at the fact that he was hesitant. I don't know why he couldn't simply answer the question. It was a simple yes or no. Also their age gap isn't concerning, but rather shocking in the aspect that it was definitely unexpected.

All of that aside, he is a very nice man. He's respectful, seems kind, and wasn't afraid of speaking his mind. He thankfully wasn't a trump supporter, and isn't racist. He seems to have a good head on his shoulders actually, and he has his life together. I really do think he cares about Sadé and is serious about their relationship. Their relationship seems wholesome. There's no ulterior motives on either of their ends. They simply like each other and adore one another. What can I say?

I can see that my Sadé really is happy with him like she said she was. She was smiling from ear to ear, blushing, and had a different glow about her. One that was different from when she was dating Zach, might I add. I still don't know why they broke up nor do I understand it because they seemed happy together, but she's with Marshall now. I accept that. What her and Zach had was nothing like this. She just seems different in a good way, which is all I want for her.

Now, this by any means doesn't equate to me liking Marshall as I have only met him today. I'm still iffy on him, and I need to get to know him better. However, I am willing to put my differences & whatever prejudgment I had for him aside. He's okay in my books for now.

Sadé's POV:

— Back At The Hotel

Dinner with my family had ended about 30 minutes ago, and Marshall and I had arrived at the hotel to wind down for the night. I'd say dinner went surprisingly smooth, and it was great. I was more than pleased with how everyone conducted themselves. Marshall thought so too because I asked him how he felt about it, and he responded with that he enjoyed it and was glad that he got to meet them. He was also chilled out the entire time for the most part as he promised he would be, meaning I had to keep my end of the promise as well.

As soon as we entered our shared suite, we took our jackets and shoes off. It was already around 10 at night so it was late. I watched Marshall as he took his hat, chains, and jewelry off for the night, admiring his attraction. Just watching him do normal, everyday things turned me on. I couldn't explain it. I walked past him to go to the bedroom, sending him "the look" with my eyes and body language as he glanced over at me. I heard him let out a grunt as he followed closely behind me.

As soon we entered the bedroom, he took me by surprise by pushing me against the door dominantly, as he spoke to me lowly. One of his hands was wrapped gently around my neck while the other was gripping my waist.

"So you think you can just tease me earlier before dinner, then give me that look, and think that we're going to fuck?"

"A. I didn't tease you before dinner. That was purely me trying to help you. B. Mhmm. Was that not a part of the promise?" I looked up at him through my lashes.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he just looked at me with his blue eyes. They were becoming darker by the seconds that passed. He just smirked at me.

"I mean, you did keep your promise to be yourself. So it's only fair that I keep mines, right?"

"Right." He chucked as he eyed me down. "You really are a little vixen."

"And you really are a dilf. That's what they call it, right, daddy?" I teased him with a smirk.

He roughly pressed his lips to mines as we began to make out. I slipped my hand inside the waistband of his pants, feeling him harden even more at my touch. I may have had one glass of wine too many to ease my nerves tonight near the end of dinner. I had ordered myself a glass of white wine during dessert to pair with my tiramisu that I had ate. I initially wasn't going to drink out of respect for Marshall's sobriety, but he reassured me that he was more than okay with it. And now that I'm thinking about it, he probably did that on purpose because he knows when I drink anything, even in the slightest, a sip, I become easily aroused. I just got played, I thought to myself.

"You thought you were slick letting me drink that wine, huh?" I asked him against his lips.

"Huh?" He asked, faking confusion.

"You thought you was - huh. I said you thought you was slick letting me drink that wine." I joked referencing a popular tiktok audio.

"Oh, you finally figured that out." He smirked down at me deviously.

"Yea. And since you were on your best behavior, baby, I thought why don't I take the lead tonight." I suggested.

I then started to get down on my knees, becoming eye level with his bulging friend. I undid his belt, pushing his pants down.

"Ight. I'm cool with that." He said as he watched me closely.

I then pushed his boxers down just enough to be able to expose his big, long, hard dick. I wrapped my hands around him stroking him as I pushed him into my mouth. I wasted no time with teasing him or foreplay because my mouth was already watering for him at the sight. He let out a huge groan of satisfaction as I did so.

I started moving my head up and down, going lower and lower until I was deep throating him with no hands. I had taken all of him in my mouth, my gag reflex kicking in at his size. I held my hands flat against his thighs, slurping him and swirling my tongue around his base. He was a moaning mess as I blew him off.

"You're such a pretty girl." He complimented me as he watched me with pleasure written all over his face.

I continued to suck him off, putting in work for the next few minutes. He was pretty close to ejaculating now, as I heard his moans become louder and his stomach muscles tighten. He was probably a few seconds away when he pulled me up, standing me on my feet.

"Get up. I wanna cum inside you." He said.

"Okay. Take your shift off, baby."

He had pushed his pants and boxers off completely before removing his shirt. He was now completely naked compared to fully clothed me. I didn't argue with him. Instead, I grabbed his hand, waking us both towards the bed. I pushed him on his back, forcing him to lay down. I stood in front of the bed, admiring the view of his toned body, tattoos, and facial features. I felt the gush of wetness flow to my womanhood just from looking at him.

"Tell me what you want." I instructed seductively as I began to give him a strip tease.

The only thing illuminate dark room was the moonlight shining through the windows, whose curtains were wide open. Anyone could make out what we were doing if they looked hard enough.

I don't know what was coming over me. I couldn't tell if it was the glass of wine, my deepest darkest desire for him, a combination of both, or what. But I was nothing near shy anymore. I just wanted to please him. I started off by taking my dress off first, looking him dead in the eyes as I did so. It revealed my black push up bra and lace panties that were noticeable through the see-through tights. Marshall grabbed his dick in his hands, stroking as he began to touch himself.

"I want you naked. Now. Then I want you right on top of me." He replied, his eyes never leaving my body.

I then turned around, my back facing him. I bent over, pulling my tights off agonizingly slow. I could hear his breathing pick up behind me as he became erratic. Once my tights were off, I threw it somewhere along the room, not really caring about that at the moment. I ran my hands through my curled hair hotly as I stood up, making my ass clap with no hands.

"Oh shit..." Marshall said more to himself as he continued to watch the show, jerking himself off.

I turned around after a few seconds, walking over to him. He took his lip in his mouth, turned on.

"How was that?" I asked him.

"Fucking beautiful." He said breathlessly.

He was now sat up at the edge of the bed. I turned around, sitting in his lap so that my back was pressed against his front. He moved his hands from himself and snaked them around my body eagerly. His hands ran over my body crazily as he started leaving a trail of kisses up and down the sides of my neck. My hands were holding me steady by being placed on his thighs as I started twirling my lower half - grinding against him. I felt his member poking at my entrance, but was restricted due to my panties.

I stopped teasing him for the better of both of us, but mainly him. I got up, taking my panties off, but leaving my bra on. I hopped back on top of him, this time facing him. I gently forced him to lay back down, grabbing his cock in my hands as I guided his tip towards my entrance. I slipped him inside, sinking down as I felt all of him standing deep inside my guts. I let out a loud whimper at the feeling while he closed his eyes shut.

I took a few seconds to adjust before I started riding him cowgirl style, my hands on his chest. His hands were gripping my hips, leaving marks, as I rode him like no tomorrow. I found a steady rhythm as I bounced my ass on him, switching occasionally from bouncing to swaying my hips. Marshall was absolutely living for it. He was a moaning & groaning mess underneath me.

"Oh fuck! Just like that, baby." He rasped out, struggling to speak.

He unhooked my bra, his hands finding my boobs. He fondled with them mindlessly as I continued on for the next few minutes. I felt myself close to the edge after a while as I started clenching around him, but I tried my hardest to ride it out for him.

"Oh, daddy. I'm gonna cum." I moaned in his ear, sending goosebumps all over his skin.

"Oh my god. Shit, baby. I'm close too. Keep riding me like the sexy ass woman you are."

"Mhmm, daddy. You like when I call you that, Marshall?" I teased him, feeling his body start to tense.

"Fuck yea, I do." He confirmed.

"I bet you do, daddy." I said one last time as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"OH SHIT, FUCKKKK." He let out one of the loudest, sexiest, and most masculine moans I've ever heard.

I felt him release his hot cum inside of me as I rode our orgasms out. Because yes, I came as soon as he did too. His body was shaking with adrenaline. He grabbed my face, bringing me down to kiss him lustfully.

"You're so unbelievably sexy, Sae. My god, that shit was so fucking hot." He mumbled against our lips.

He pulled out of me, laying me on my backside. He kissed me for a little while longer before he got up, going to the bathroom. A few minutes later after he cleaned himself up and did what he was going to do, he came with a warm wet towel, wiping me down then discarding it.

After all of today's activities: Traveling here, going out to dinner with the fam, reassuring Marshall, and then giving Marshall his favorite meal of all time I was beyond tired. I laid up under the covers still fully naked. I closed my eyes, falling sleep. I felt Marshall's naked body get in the bed not to long after me, pulling my body close to his as he kept me warm though the chilly night.