6 comments/ 3231 views/ 7 favorites Velvet Love Ch. 01 By: virgofemme Note: So, after two years since ending the sequel, I decided to start a 3rd story in the Velvet series. For those who haven't read any of the other stories, you may want to start at the very 1st book, titled Velvet Roses, then continue on to the 2nd book, titled Velvet Roses. Oh, and for those who are wondering about Lost Girl: The Transitional Years, Yes, I will definitely continue to write and follow through it to the very end. I just started getting all of these ideas in my head for Velvet Love, so I pretty much had to at least start outlining and writing the first chapter of this new story. I like to write when inspiration strikes me, so I didn't want to wait any longer to get a start. But since Lost Girl will soon reach its end, I do feel it will be okay to write these two stories simultaneously. For the Velvet series fans out there, I hope you enjoy the continuation of Dane and Jeneda's story!* ***** Nestled on a hillside in the wealthy community of Seacliff, San Francisco, a stately five-room mansion was currently host to a cocktail party. With some of the city's most affluent in attendance, Jeneda's eyes flitted around the grand room, focusing on a group of tuxedoed men who were deep in conversation and sipping whiskey cocktails. Then shifting her attention, she gazed at a twosome not far from her. Standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, they were an odd couple if she had ever seen one. While the female half of the pairing stood six feet tall and had the body of a model, the male was plump and short, slightly balding, and wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. *No doubt about it*, Jeneda thought while checking them out. *She's gotta be a trophy wife.* Allowing her gaze to shift once more, she settled it on three women who were decked out in style, all wearing impeccably tailored dresses that she instantly recognized as Dior. She knew because the styles were cutting edge, offering a dash of vintage detailing with a mix of modern. A year ago she would have been clueless, unable to recognize high-end fashions from those sold in a common retail store. But having been exposed to the affluent side of life, Claudia was beginning to recognize garments that were sold in the better shops. She guessed it wasn't too surprising, consider that she'd married into an old money family, and took regular trips with her mother to upscale boutiques that were appointment only. Simply put, she'd been enjoying the high life, and was now the bona fide wife of a man who had a trust fund in the double digits. The money didn't matter a bit to her though, as she was passionately in love, and had been ever since meeting him fifteen months ago. As if sensing that her thoughts were currently on him, Dane appeared in her line of sight. Holding a glass of champagne in each of his hands, his tall form slowly approached. Looking like a model who'd stepped out of a menswear catalog, he wore a slim fit tuxedo that was expertly tailored. Having left the jacket open to lend a casual air, he looked dashingly handsome, hair tousled and chin length, with a jet black color that reflected the light. Loving the messy, artistic style of his haircut, Claudia felt that it gave off Johnny Depp vibes. But the features of his face were purely Eurasian, a perfect mix between his Japanese father, and his American mother who was Caucasian. Smiling as he neared Jeneda, Dane focused his hooded eyes on her shapely form, which was only enhanced by her pressed-out hair that flowed gracefully over one shoulder. Smiling right back she eagerly waited for him to reach her, and on finally having him right in front of her, took the glass of champagne from his hand. "Thank you, sweetie." "You're welcome." He leaned in to give her a brief kiss, then held out his hand for her to take. "Walk with me for a bit. There's someone my mother would like you to meet." Clasping her palm with his, Jeneda followed in her off-shoulder gown, which had a trumpet silhouette and train that skimmed the marble floor behind her. Strictly used for entertaining, the palatial room was one of the grandest in the house. With light from the chandelier above illuminating their way, Dane and Jeneda continued along, walking past a female harpist who was situated in the middle of the room. Beautifully angelic, the stringed musical instrument provided a soundtrack for the evening, perfectly matching the surroundings which were both luxurious and moneyed. As they neared the spot where Dane's mother, Kitty, was standing, Claudia focused her gaze on the woman's attire. Always elegantly outfitted, she was wearing a knee length cocktail dress that perfectly complemented her posh style. Featuring a clean, unbroken, and simple silhouette, it had a classic style to it that made Claudia think of Audrey Hepburn. Fashioned into a sleek bob that was impeccably cut, Dane's mother had straight blonde hair. The turned-up shape of her nose gave her a delicate look, while her choice of eyeshadow brought attention to her pretty blue eyes, which lit up at the sight of Jeneda. "We were just discussing you, darling," Kitty said. So happy you've come to chat with us." Shifting her eyes to the women who had been referred to as "us," Jeneda saw there were three of them, all dressed in a way that captured the eye. "Ladies, this is my daughter, Jeneda. The sculptress I've been telling you about." All nodding their heads in acknowledgment, the three women regarded her with open curiosity. Just as interested in them as they were in her, Jeneda opened her mouth to offer a greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you all." "Likewise, honey. My name is Martha." Gazing at the woman who had spoken, Jeneda guessed she was sixty-something. Clearly a fan of flamboyance, she was sporting a jeweled turban and flowing cloak. Taking a puff from the cigarette holder in her hand, she regarded Jeneda with an admiring glance. Shifting her eyes to the woman beside Martha, Jeneda saw it was a middle aged woman who wore a feather cocktail dress. Slightly avant garde, it had a poufy skirt that reminded Jeneda of ostrich feathers. "I'm Brooke," she said while gazing at Jeneda. "And I've heard you're quite a talent." "Kitty is very kind," Jeneda replied. "And I'm happy to have her as a fan." "No need for modesty," Kitty chimed in. "I've already shamelessly bragged about you creating the statue at the San Francisco Symphony." "You're incredibly talented," Brooke gushed at Jeneda. "Which is why I must commission you for a sculpture." Beaming at the woman's enthusiasm, Jeneda gave her a smile. "It would be my pleasure to create something for you, but I'm booked until the end of June." "Then I'll wait," Brooke replied. "It's only a few more weeks until the month ends." "Sounds like a plan, then." Retrieving a business card from her stylish clasp purse, Jeneda handed it over to Brooke. "Get in touch with me Monday morning, and we'll discuss the vision you have in mind." "Wonderful, Jeneda. I look forward to it." Up until this point, Dane had been standing quietly by, just sipping champagne while watching the women interact. But as the palm of his hand coasted along Jeneda's exposed back, a delightful tingle began to spread across her skin. Turning her head to look at him, she saw he was giving her a smile. Not just any smile though, but one that was crookedly naughty and silently asked, 'wanna play'? Knowing very well where he was trying to take things, Jeneda averted her gaze. But Dane clearly wasn't going to let her off easy, because the palm of his hand slid further down. Although not touching her ass it was damn close, and in response she took a sip of her drink. "So Jeneda, have you done much traveling?" Averting her gaze to the woman who had spoken, Jeneda saw she was short and stout, and wearing an A-line dress with an empire waist. Possessing a crisp British accent, her native intonation was rather thick. "A bit, here and there," Jeneda said. "Dane and I spent our honeymoon in Hawaii." "Oh that's lovely," the British woman said. "My husband and I have a home in Maui." "Maui is nice," Brooke chimed in. "But Kaua'i is the best island of all." "That's where Dane and I honeymooned," Jeneda informed. "And it really was very beautiful." "What about France?" Asked the Brit. "What do you think about it?" "Never been there." "You've never been to France?" Eyes wide and open in clear shock, she gazed at Jeneda as if struggling to believe. "Not yet," Dane said while wrapping an arm around his wife's waist, but It's one of the next places I want to take her." "You must." Now chiming in, Brooke smiled at Dane and Jeneda. "And make sure you go to the Palais Garnier." "That's the opera house," Kitty informed Jeneda. "It's absolutely beautiful, and the most famous in the world." "Well if we ever make it out to France, we will definitely check it out." "Not if, when," Kitty softly corrected her. "You must have Dane take you to Paris, Jeneda. I've been telling you two ever since you got married." "We barely got back from Hawaii a month ago, mother," Dane stated. "And besides, I already plan to take Jeneda to New York this fall." "New York is terribly dirty, Dane. Why would you ever want to take your wife there?" "Because It's fun, and exciting." "It's also riddled with crime." "Lots of places are," he rebutted. "But that doesn't mean you entirely avoid them." "New York is not a place you should take Jeneda." "Well if it's so terrible, then why did you and father buy the Manhattan townhouse?" "For investment reasons, dear. It's all about financials, you already know that." Releasing a sigh and shaking his head, Dane seemed to express that he was annoyed. Jeneda on the other hand could only lightly smirk, as the banter was lighthearted and amusing. She was still lightly smiling when Dane's father, Naohito, made an appearance. Strolling casually towards them, he was dressed to the nine's in a dapper tuxedo suit. Undeniably handsome, he had the same jutting cheekbones as his son. But while Dane's hair was chin length, Naohito's was cut conservatively short. Dane's skin was also paler, but his facial features were similar to his father. "Good evening everyone," he said with a cordial nod of his head. "I hope you don't mind, but I need to steal my wife for a couple of minutes. It seems that our chef has made a mistake with one of the appetizers, so butler service may be delayed." "What kind of a mistake?" Kitty asked. "It seems there are crushed peanuts in the mini prawn rolls." "But I have several guests here who are deathly allergic," she said. "Didn't you tell them to omit that from the recipe?" "I did sweetheart," Naohito responded. "But it seems that Chef Ferries has managed to somehow mix things up." "Well what about the sesame seed issue?" Her face went serious. "Jeneda is allergic to sesame seeds, so I need to ensure there are no sesame seeds in any of these appetizers." "We're definitely okay on the sesame seeds," Naohito said. "But the prawns do have crushed peanuts, and lots of them." "Oh for heaven's sake." Huffing out a sigh, she handed her champagne glass to her husband, then focused her attention back on the three women she'd been conversing with. "Please excuse me for a moment, I need to have a talk with this *chef*." Turning on her heel, she made a hasty retreat, heading across the grand, formal room, and towards the kitchen on the other side of the house. Still standing in place, Naohito could only take a drink from his wife's champagne flute. But as he lowered the glass and shifted his eyes to Jeneda and Dane, a worried look started to cross his face. "Oh, boy. This Isn't gonna be good." And with that he was off, tracing the path his wife had taken. "Knowing my mother, she'll probably fire our chef on the spot," Dane said. "It's 100% excellence with her, or nothing else." "Well considering that one of the guests who has the allergy is Johnathan Humphries, she's completely right to freak out," Brooke said. "I mean imagine if the prawn rolls had gotten through...it could have been an absolute disaster." "Johnathan Humphries," Dane said. "Isn't he one of the lawyers at that mega-firm?" "Yes. Goldman and Ellis," Brooke replied. "They're one of the top five firms in San Francisco." "That name sounds familiar," Jeneda chimed in. "Seems they were in the news some months ago." "That's because they were representing that famous spousal support case," Brooke said. "You know, the one involving that mail-order bride from Slovenia." "That's right, I'd forgotten all about that." "Well it turns out that Johnathan was the one who actually represented her. He overturned the prenuptial agreement, and now she's a millionaire." "Wow." Jeneda's brows lifted. "So I guess he really must be good." "Oh, he's excellent," Brooke said. "I don't believe in prenuptial agreements," the British lady chimed in. "I told my husband when we married, you trust me completely or we don't get married at all." "I agree," Dane replied. "When I first told my parents I was marrying Jeneda, they were a little uneasy and had a prenuptial drawn up. I wouldn't sign it though, because I knew in my heart Jeneda didn't care about the money." "How wonderful," Brooke said. "I find it quite incredible they still make men like you." Lightly chuckling, Dane bowed his head in a modest way. "Good for you, young man." The British lady gave him a smile. "We need more of your type out there." "He is special, Isn't he?" Jeneda asked, and as both the women gave a nod of the head, she turned a proud gaze on Dane. Gradually the conservation moved to ballet, which Jeneda knew absolutely nothing about. So she just politely smiled and just listened, sipping her bubbly champagne while listening to the chatter. Fifteen minutes into the conversation she began to grow weary, wishing that the talk would switch to something she was interested in. But the ladies talked on and on, lightheartedly bantering about who the best ballerina was, and what show they planned to see at the San Francisco Ballet. Then she felt Dane's touch on her exposed back, fingers gently and sensually caressing the delicate line of her spine. Although he was touching a non-sexual area, there was something very erotic about the way that he did it. But then suddenly his lips were next to her earlobe, breath ghosting the tender skin. "I need to be balls deep inside you," he whispered huskily into her ear. "Let's sneak upstairs and I'll give you a quick poke." "Dane..." As Jeneda smiled, her dimples showed, adding allure to her already pretty face. "You know you want to," he said. And of course she did. But if they were to sneak off and get freaky somewhere, who's to say that they wouldn't get caught? It just seemed like a sure thing that they probably would, what with so many people milling around. Her contemplation didn't last very long, however, because soon Dane was once again whispering into her ear. "We have an agreement, remember?" Now palming her ass, he lightly squeezed it. "You promised me access to your pussy, when and wherever I want." Jeneda's inner muscles clenched at the naughty words, nipples hardening beneath her dress. "You're the wife and I'm the husband," he continued to gently say, "which means you obey and take care of my every desire." Now fully turned on, Jeneda grabbed his hand, giving the signal that she was ready to sneak off. Not wasting a second, Dane immediately launched into action, skillfully cutting into the conversation of the three older women who were still chatting. "I hope you ladies will excuse me for cutting into your conversation, but Jeneda and I would like to step out onto the terrace." "Of course," Brooke said with a knowing smile. "You two newlyweds enjoy yourselves. And maybe we'll see you around during appetizer service. Seeing the look in Brooke's eyes, Jeneda knew she was fully aware, and with a sheepish sort of smile, bid her goodbye. Dane on the other hand seemed proud that Brooke was aware, and happily led Jeneda away while looping an arm around her waist. Soon they were at the grand double staircase, walking upwards and to the second floor. On reaching the top, Dane continued to lead, pulling her along with an eagerness that she felt. The guest room they entered was one she hadn't been in before, all done up in a classy cream color that exuded posh and sophistication. From floor to ceiling there wasn't a hint of color, just a dreamy all-whiteness that made Jeneda feel like she'd stepped into heaven. And considering what Dane was about to do to her, she guessed their blissful surroundings were fitting. The bed he took her towards looked totally pristine, like something from the pages of Architectural Digest. It was so perfect looking she almost hated to mess it up, but then Dane was positioning her against the edge of the mattress, making it so her cheek rested against the comforter while her ass stuck straight up. This in turn made Jeneda wet, mind shifting into that of a submissive. "Yes, fuck me," she breathed against the cream comforter. "I really need you to give it to me hard." "Always so desperate for it, huh?" One of his hands grasped her waist. "Just like a good little cock whore." Loving his filthy language, Jeneda remained still as he pulled up her dress, easing out a hot little sigh as he forced down her g-string. But then suddenly it occurred that were both fully exposed, as the door to the palatial bedroom was hanging wide open. "Dane, wait." Although muffled against the mattress, the uneasiness in her voice could be heard. "The door is still open." "That's right," he matter-of-factly said, and there was the sound of his zipper being undone. "But somebody could see us," she replied. "Most importantly, your parents." "No one is coming up here," he dismissively said. "And my parents are still busy with the chef downstairs." "We'd never live it down if they saw us." "That's probably true," he replied. "But the thought of getting caught is part of the fun, Isn't it?" Positioning the head of his cock against her already slickened entrance, Dane slowly pushed in, emitting a husky moan from Jeneda's mouth. "Dane..." Grasping hold of the comforter, Jeneda held on as he began to pump, parting her lips and releasing hot gasps as he gradually increased his speed. "Like that, huh?" With a buck of his hips, he went even harder. "Tell me what you are." "A cock slut." Grasping her hair in a tight fist, Dane tugged at her flat ironed strands. "Louder," he demanded. "I can't hear you." "I said I'm a cock slut," she spoke in a slightly raised voice, and as Dane pushed in and out at a rapid speed, she let loose a cry of ecstasy. "You're such a hot little whore," he said in a breathy voice. "You just love pleasing your master, don't you?" "Yes," she husked out. "Is there anything you would deny me? Any place on your body that is off limits?" "No, master," she cried out. "You have full control and can do what you like." "So you're a fuck doll..." Nailing her harder, he was now pistoning in and out. "A wet piece of flesh for me to unload my hot cum. Am I right about that, slut?" "Yes...you are," she breathed. Utterly aroused, Jeneda took every pump that he gave, not only reveling in his rough, short thrusts, but thoroughly enjoying the way he gripped her waist. She was being used like a total whore, and completely loving every minute of it. No longer simply holding onto the comforter, she was now tightly clawing it, trying her best to keep steady so that Dane could continue pumping. Velvet Love Ch. 01 Soon there was the smacking sound of skin-on-skin, along with steady, throaty cries that continually came from Jeneda's lips. Sparing her no mercy he pounded her wet pussy, his ball sack spanking her bottom with every lustful thrust. Now going absolutely wild Jeneda pulled at the bedcovers, mussing them up substantially before burying her face against the fabric. Even though her moans were now muffled they still came through, gradually rising in volume until she was certain that people would hear. But with Dane going at her so hard and so good, she couldn't care any less. Her mind was overtaken by passion now and her pussy was getting worked, stretched erotically around his thick, hard longness as he drilled her again and again. The friction of it was delicious, just rough enough to make her feel all weak and helpless, while also giving her optimum pleasure at the same time. A true expert at the art of dominating sex, Dane didn't just jackhammer away, but instead maneuvered his cock in a way to fully maximize her pleasure. She wasn't sure how he managed to do it, but somehow he was always able to make her feel deeply loved, while simultaneously retaining control. She loved the feeling of being treated like a loose slut, while simultaneously receiving passion that only came with a higher level connection. Simply put, she was damn lucky to have a man like Dane, and more than happy to give into every one of his kinky desires. Still sliding in and out of her slippery fuck hole, Dane seemed close to reaching climax. So lush and tight, Jeneda's pussy perfectly fit him, providing a snug fit that enveloped him like a glove. His breathy moans mingled with her soft, feminine sighs, but as the tip of his finger began to explore the crack of her ass, Jeneda groaned in contentment and arched her back. "I fucking love your tight little ass," he breathed out. "Been awhile since you got it pounded, so I think I'll have to stretch it out again pretty soon." The thought alone made Jeneda very excited, and her butthole clenched as Dane began to fondle it. "You like that idea?" He deeply asked. Her husky murmur told him she definitely did. "Only dirty little whores love anal sex..." Lifting his pinkie to his mouth he covered it with saliva, then slowly sunk it into her puckered hole. Releasing a gasp, Jeneda fisted the comforter, then let out an obscenely throaty moan as he gingerly pumped his digit. During this time his cock didn't slow for even a minute, just continued its pounding as her warm juices flowed over his cock. "I think you'd like having two cocks inside you at once," he said. "In fact, I'm sure you would love it." "Only want you," Jeneda softly breathed. "No other man, you're more than enough." "Oh I know I am, my pet," he smoothly said. "But I can imagine you being spread open wide, with both ass and pussy getting a thorough ponding. Clenching tighter around his cock, Jeneda's muscles seemed to agree that the idea was indeed hot. "Does that visual get you excited?" "Mmmm..." Neither a confirmation or denial, Jeneda was uncertain about whether or not she should voice her true opinion. "Be honest." Gripping her hair tighter, Dane seemed to be silently sending a warning. "Be absolutely truthful, or I'll know." "Yes." Unable to hold it in, she voiced her true and unabashedly lustful feelings. "It makes me hot to think about getting two cocks at once." "Such a slut you are..." His voice was husky now, hips picking up speed as he really went at her. "And damn do I fucking *love* it." Moving his hips more powerfully than before, Dane maintained his manly, dominant role, twisting her hair into a tighter fist as he pummeled her well-lubricated hole. Overly consumed by passion, Jeneda felt herself reaching the edge. Crying out, she dug her nails into the mattress, tightening her muscles so that the friction was further increased. Her lips parted at the sensation of him growing plumper, and with a grunt that made Jeneda clench her pussy in response, Dane unloaded a glob of sperm, shooting it deep into her soft, velvet-like hole. "Fuck." A strangled groan passed his lips, and with one last pump for good measure, spurted a second jet of thick semen. Hearing the intensity of his climax brought Jeneda to her own orgasm, and with a final gasp of his name, mewled out in pleasure. Rendered completely boneless, Dane remained embedded in her heat, breathing hot and harsh against her neck. Basking in the feel of it, Jeneda lowered her lids. But soon Dane was pulling out of her, and the sound of his pants being zipped up told her he had redressed. Before she even had a chance, Dane pulled up her panties, then lowered her dress, smoothing it down so she was once again presentable. And as Jeneda turned to face her handsome husband, his hands lifted to cup her pretty face. "That thing about you having two cocks inside you at once..." Dane's face had taken on a seriousness that Jeneda had rarely witnessed. "You know I'd never share you, right?" "Yes." Jeneda nodded. "Good," Dane said. "Because I want it absolutely clear that I'm the last man who will ever be inside of you. "Of course," Jeneda replied. "I truly wouldn't have it any other way." "That's good," Dane said. "Because when I say I'm the last man, I truly mean forever." "Agreed." Jeneda gave him a smile. "Just like you, I'm in this for a lifetime." "I know you are babe." Grabbing her hand, he stroked the back of it with his thumb. "You're the love of my life, you know that?" "I do." "And I'll always love and protect you, do anything at all to keep you safe and happy." Looking deeply into his eyes, she gave a nod. "You'll always be provided for," he told her. "You won't ever need for anything, and neither will our children." "They don't exist yet," she said with a crooked little smile. "Not yet, but soon I hope." His eyes gleamed at the prospect, lips curving into a soft little smile. "How soon?" "I'm ready and willing at any moment, so It's basically up to you how soon we can conceive." "Wow..." Jeneda's eyes went wide. "You really are serious about it, huh?" "Sure am. Why, you don't want to have kids?" "No, it's not that. Because I definitely do. I just hadn't expected us to do it so soon." "I'm crazy about you," Dane said. "So I guess it's only natural I want us to have offspring." With a smile, Jeneda came closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. Standing six-feet-one, Dane had considerable height on her. But she was still tall enough so that he didn't have to lean too far down. "So how about it?" He asked. "You going to make me a daddy soon?" "Don't see any reason not to," she softly replied. "But let's talk more about it, alright?" "Okay, baby." With a soft gentleness, he kissed her. "I'm so in love with you," she said. "I know." His fingers wound into her hair. "And the feeling is very mutual." "Sometimes It's hard to believe that this is actually all real." Pausing for a moment, she seemed to contemplate her own words. "I mean It's kinda like a romance movie, how we ended up." "Well considering the hell we went through before getting here, I'd say that we both deserve it." "True." Her large, round eyes gazed deep into his hooded ones. "You deserve me and I deserve you, so naturally we were brought together. It was destiny, Jeneda. We were meant to commit and become one." "Yeah." Overcome with a lightness in her heart, she beamed up at her gorgeous husband. "We'd better get back downstairs," Dane said. "My mom and dad are probably looking for us." "Alright," Jeneda replied. "Just let me touch up my makeup first, alright?" "Sure thing." Heading into the attached bathroom, Jeneda checked her appearance, then applied a new coating of lipstick before dusting her face with a bit of powder. She ran her fingers through her hair a few times, then sprayed a bit of perfume to freshen herself up. And with one last look to ensure she looked put together, she grabbed some towelettes from a packet on the counter. As soon as she was back in the bedroom with Dane, she handed one to him. "Already washed my hands in the bathroom out in the hall," he said. "But I'll take one anyways, just to be extra sanitary." They both wiped their hands with the moist towelettes, and after disposing them into a bin in the bathroom, Jeneda grabbed her husband's hand. They shared a tender, wet kiss before leaving the guest bedroom to go downstairs, and within minutes they were mingling with guests, enjoying hors d'oeuvre's and drinking expensive champagne. Velvet Love Ch. 02 In the upper crust social circles of San Francisco, there were two types of rich people that existed: those who were 'new rich' and had amassed large quantities of cash within their own generation, and those who had righteous wealth, through way of a long lineage of somebodies. Squarely rooted in an old money family, Dane and his parents didn't just possess wealth, but seemed to exude the very characteristics. Rather than dress up in overly grand outfits or flash expensive jewelry, both he and his parents had an understated way, an admirable classiness that came off as second nature. Sure they were fans of designer garments that were uniquely designed and impeccably cut, but it was never overtly stylish, nor trendy in a way that screamed 'I'm trying to impress.' Considering how much money they actually had, Jeneda found it admirable they were so humble, yet she was also starting to realize that even the vehicles old money families drove, differed from the styles that were driven by the new rich. Although Kitty had a sleek Bentley with a pearl white finish, and Dane's father had a vintage Mercedes-Benz, nether were hot off the factory floor, but instead well-taken care of so that they looked practically new. Having only been married to Dane for three months, Jeneda was still getting used to being a wealthy man's wife. It was damn enjoyable, no doubt about that, but sometimes she felt as if she'd stepped into a fantasy, and was merely playing the part of a common girl who'd been thrust into upper-crust society. It was a gilded life she now lived, that was for sure, but the core of who she was would always remain authentically the same. With Dane by her side, and his parent's walking just ahead, they descended the steps of the family mansion, which was a stately French Chateau surrounded by impeccably landscaped grounds. Along with the two cars that Dane's parents owned, there was also a silver Mercedes-Maybach Pullman, which had an ultra-shiny gloss finish. Noting the uniformed man in a chauffer's hat standing next to it, she watched as he tipped his hat on their approach, then opened the large rear door so they could slide inside. Far more luxurious that Jeneda could have imagined, she noticed there was face-to-face rear seating, with generous leg room to actually stretch out. Fully reclining and quilted with diamond- pattern stitching, the seats were made from cream-colored leather so soft it could have been silk. Along with a panoramic moon roof, there was also a tiny fridge and flat screen TV, as well as a glass partition window that separated the driver's seat from the passenger compartment. But as Jeneda discovered there was an additional space just behind the four seats where they would relax, she came to the realization that it wasn't just a four-seater vehicle, but a six-seater one. Undeniably luxurious, the interior had a fabulous new car smell, and exuded a level of opulence that literally took Jeneda's breath away. "Wow, this is nice," Jeneda said as the car pulled out of the winding driveway. "I wasn't even aware you guys had purchased a six-seater." "Well we certainly aren't the type to get such a huge vehicle for ourselves," Naohito explained while Kitty took her place right beside him. "But Kitty and I thought it might be a good idea, just in case the family expands with a few more." "Why would we expand?" Jeneda asked. "Are you expecting some relatives for a visit this summer?" "No, darling. I'm afraid you misunderstand us." Now wearing a soft smile, Kitty's pretty blue eyes rested on Jeneda. "When we mentioned expanding, we naturally meant for a younger generation." Now fully getting what she meant, Jeneda's face took on a look of realization, and on shifting her gaze to Dane's father, she saw him offer a brief but playful wink. Nobody had to say a thing because she now got it, and on turning her head to look at Dane who sat beside her, she saw him gently smile, followed by a soft squeeze on her hand. "Oh right, I get it." Feeling silly, her expression went sheepish. "There Isn't any rush, you understand that," Kitty stated. "We know that you and Dane will decide when that time is exactly right, so just know that Naohito and I are very patient." "Is that what you call it?" Naohito asked. "I could have sworn the last time we were in Neiman Marcus, you questioned the saleslady about baby registry lists." "Oh, just expose all of my secrets, why don't you Naohito?" Lit up with annoyance, Kitty glared at her husband. "Calm yourself, lovey. I'm sure Jeneda doesn't mind at all." "I really don't," she responded. "In fact, I think It's nice you're looking forward to it." "I just don't want you to feel pressured." Fingering the string of pearls around her graceful neck, Kitty's face softened. "I mean I don't want you to think I'm just sitting around waiting..." "But she is." Naohito grinned. "Don't be ridiculous, I am not." "Okay, dear. Whatever you say." Still wearing a smile, Naohito gazed out the window, then clasped his hands neatly on his lap. "Anyhow, Jeneda," Kitty said while looking back at her daughter. "While I do look forward to you and Dane eventually having a child, please know that there Isn't any pressing timeline. You're only twenty-nine and Dane is thirty-one, so you both are young and in prime condition." "You make us sound like specimens, mother." A light smirk played at Dane's lips. "Well I certainly meant it in the best possible way. And if we're being completely honest, I must admit you both come from very good stock. I mean genetically speaking, you are Jeneda are gifted." "I appreciate that." Completely flattered, Jeneda's lips curled upwards. "Well I don't butter people up, so you know I'm being honest." "Of course." "By the way, I've been meaning to ask you about your family." Curiosity came into Kitty's eyes. "I haven't seen them since the wedding, so I do hope they are all doing well." "They're great," Jeneda replied. "My brother is fully recovered and able to walk again, so he'll be moving back to San Francisco next month." "Oh that's wonderful," Kitty replied. "And my dad is doing good, too. He's still working as a trucker, so he's on the road a lot. But he'll be back in town next week, so we're planning on spending some time together." "Very good." She nodded. "And as for my mom and her husband, they're still living in Key West. Life is good for them, and last I heard, they started a vegetable garden in their backyard." "How quaint." Her eyes lit up at the thought. "Thank you for the update, Jeneda." As the car continued along, they fell into light conversation, ranging from upcoming events around town, to worldwide topics they had read in the newspaper. But as the chauffer pulled up to a curb and put the car in park, everyone prepared to exit the vehicle. Naohito and Kitty were first to step out, followed by Dane and Jeneda. And as Jeneda gazed up at the building which stood before them, she saw it was massively sized, with a façade made of dark red brick. Exuding an East Coast, Ivy League vibe, the multistoried structure was adorned by ivy, which only added to its upscale feel. The arched windows on the upper level added elegance, while a pair of nude, Greek statues tastefully embellished opposite sides of the walkway. Flanked by tall, white columns, the entrance consisted of double wooden doors, which were promptly opened by two smartly suited doormen. Although Jeneda offered them a friendly smile, they didn't seem to notice at all, as their eyes remained plastered on Kitty and Naohito, who both received courteous bows. Surprised at the formalcy of the doormen, Claudia found herself wondering if Dane's parents weren't high-ranking members, but on entering the dazzling lobby with its lofty ceilings and Corinthian pillars, Claudia was struck by the beauty and pure magnificence of the place. "Wow, this is beautiful," Jeneda said as they ventured across the glossy marble floors. "What's the name of this place again?" "The Olympic Club," Dane replied. "It's a private social club with the best athletic facilities in the entire city." "We have hotel facilities here, too," Naohito said. "As well as a nice bar and a beautiful clubhouse." "Don't they have golf courses here, too?" Jeneda asked. "I saw them on the news once, when they did a special on luxury country clubs." "Yes, there are two 18-hole golf courses," Naohito confirmed. "But that's at the Lakeside location, on the other side of town." "Lakeside is especially impressive," Dane said. "It's primely situated on a piece of land that overlooks the Pacific Ocean." "Sounds gorgeous," she responded. "It is. But I personally prefer this downtown location." "Since I'm a golf man, I lean more towards Lakeside," Dane's father said. "But they do serve outstanding meals here. So you two work up a good appetite, alright?" "Oh I don't have to work one up," Jeneda replied. "I'm pretty much always down for good food." Naohito smiled at this, but on approaching a check-in desk where a receptionist was seated, he and Kitty suddenly came to a stop. Following suit, so did Dane and Jeneda. But totally clueless as to why they'd come to a halt, Jeneda eagerly waited for some type of explanation. "Anytime a new face comes in, they like to receive a proper introduction." Looking squarely at Jeneda, Naohito continued on. "So we'll leave your husband to it, and allow him to take the formal steps at ushering you into the club." "Okay, sounds good to me." Shifting her gaze up to Dane, she saw he was giving her a soft smile. "More than proud to do it, love. Since you're my wife now, it only seems right." "Speaking of me getting ushered in, the San Francisco Chronicle did an article some years ago about this place. And from what I remember, It's nearly impossible to be granted membership." "You have to be well-connected," Kitty simply said. "That's right. This Isn't the kind of place that allows walk-in's," Naohito informed. "In order to become a member, you have to know someone who has a membership dating several decades back." "And even then, it still Isn't easy," Kitty added. "You must provide a dozen references, and they all have to be exemplary. Not to mention, they comb through your family lineage." "Nouveau rich aren't allowed here," Dane told Jeneda before giving his mother a light smirk. "Only the traditionally wealthy, right mother?" "Well I certainly don't dislike those who just came into money." Kitty's tone was defensive. "It's just they lack the proper pedigree required to fit in here." Dryly chuckling, Dane shook his head. "They're humans, mother. Not dogs." "So being truthful is a sin, is it?" She smoothed a palm along her sleek blonde bob. "I'm a woman of candor, Dane. You already know this." "I'm going to have to agree with your mother," Naohito said. "I have nothing against the new rich personally, as they seem to be decent people. But quite a few of them do have a way about them, and it doesn't agree with the style of this club." "They're showy," Kitty stated. "And I find it incredibly tacky." "Yes, well..." Naohito smirked at his wife's sour look. "Why don't we allow Dane to handle the formalities and get Jeneda formally ushered into the club?" "Wait." Stepping towards her son, Kitty came to a stop in front of him. Then lifting her hands to the fabric of his blazer, she smoothed her palm along the fabric. "Oh, Dane. Must you always wear these terrible velvet blazers?" "I like velvet," Dane proudly proclaimed. "It's my favorite fabric." "Yes, I know. Ever since you were a child, you've had this funny interest in it. I never did understand why, because It's completely ghastly." "Mother, please. I'm a grown man. I hardly think you need to dote over me as if I were a young boy." "I just want to make sure you look presentable, darling." Now smoothing his silky black hair, she tucked a strand behind his left ear. "Kitty, he looks fine." Gently looping an arm around her waist, Naohito guided his wife away from their son. "So we'll see you inside, then." Now holding Jeneda's hand, Dane led her towards the concierge desk. "Alright," Naohito said. "See you kids in a bit." As Kitty and Naohito made their way through heavy wooden doors that partitioned the lobby from the rest of the club, Dane and Jeneda headed for the receptionist. Worn in a half updo with soft tendrils that fell around her face, the concierge's hairstyle reminded Jeneda of something from out of a hair magazine. Just as flawless looking was her tastefully applied makeup, which enhanced, rather than covered up her unique Mediterranean features. Yet despite the fact that her façade was meant to exude a pleasant prettiness, the way her lips pulled taut at Jeneda and Dane's appearance completely ruined the overall presentation. Hoping to give off the vibe of complete confidence, Jeneda walked with shoulders square and chin pulled high, but the intense way the concierge was staring at them had her feeling more than a little off-centered. Even once they reached the ornately designed desk, the olive-toned receptionist remained tight-lipped, choosing only to look at Dane as she uttered a stiff greeting. "Good afternoon, Dane." "Afternoon Madison." "You've been away for quite some time." She said it stiffly and while barely moving her lips, as if she was a budding ventriloquist. "I was in Hawaii," he simply said. "How nice." Now shifting her gaze, she looked hard at Jeneda. "I see you brought a friend along with you." "She's my wife," Dane responded. "Oh..." Her face fell hard, looking almost pained. "I wasn't aware you'd gotten married." "Three months ago," he informed her. "Jeneda and I just got back from our honeymoon." "Congratulations." The weak tug at the corners of her lips hardly passed for even a fake smile. "Thanks." Looping an arm around his woman's waist, he gave off the vibe of a proud, happy husband. "So I just wanted to introduce you to her, that way you know her face whenever she comes in." "I see." Madison's expression was now slack, face pale with disappointment. "So I should add her to the member list..." "That's right." "And do I need to run this by Kitty?" "Why would you?" Dane looked pointedly at her. "I just told you, she's my wife." "Yes, I know." Slightly flustered at Dane's annoyance, she briefly lowered her eyes. "It's just that everything usually goes through your mother..." "Well this time it goes through me." His tone was firm. "This is very undignified of you, Madison. I'm surprised you would even question it." "I'm sorry." Now bright red, she struggled to smooth things over. "Accept my apologies, Dane. I just thought I would make sure." As if to further express his disappointment, Dane steadily kept his eyes on her, while also shaking his head. In response Madison demurely lowered her gaze, resting it on a flat-screen monitor that sat on the desk. Noticing the gold plated nametag affixed to Madison's silk blouse, Jeneda saw that her last name was 'Christakos' which immediately tipped her off that Madison was of Greek heritage. Clicking the computer keys with her long manicured nails, Madison entered a few lines of information, and after printing out a sheet of paper, placed it on the marble top desk. Sliding it towards Jeneda, Madison paired it up with a fancy fountain pen. "I'll need your signature." "It's just for the records, sweetheart," Dane explained to his wife. "Helps keep track of how many members there are." Noticing that the document had a gold embossment of the social club's name, Jeneda quickly scanned the printed words to ensure that was everything was perfectly correct. Seeing that it wasn't, she pointed out the signature line to Madison. "You made a mistake," she said while pointing it out. "My name is Jeneda, not Jenaya." "My mistake, it was a typo." "Well It's not a huge deal or anything, but I'd kind of like it to say my actual name." "Not a problem at all. Thank you for pointing that out, Jenaya." "Jeneda," she corrected in a soft, yet firm tone. "Not Jenaya, but Jeneda." "Yes, sorry. It's a bit hard to catch, you know?" Annoyingly subtle, the slight smile on Madison's lips suggested she was making a sly joke. "How about I just call you Jen for short? The pronunciation for your full name is a little funny." "Well Jeneda is what I prefer," she responded. "Never cared for Jen, to be quite honest." "Actually, you can call her Mrs. Takahashi," Dane sternly informed. "I really feel it would be best if you kept formalities when speaking to my wife." "Right." No longer wearing the impish smirk, Madison immediately went straight faced. "Mrs. Takahashi. That's no problem. I can call her that." With a quick click on the keyboard, Madison corrected the spelling of Jeneda's name in the computer, and after printing out a second copy of the document, placed it on the counter to be signed. Ensuring that her name was no longer misspelled as Jenaya, Jeneda fancily scribbled her married name along the signature line. "I do plan for Jeneda and I to make weekly trips here as a couple," Dane informed Madison. "But if she ever shows up on her own, I fully expect that all of her needs will be taken care of." "Of course," Madison fakely chirped. "Not a problem at all, Dane." "Mr. Takahashi, from here forward," he gently corrected, and clasping Jeneda's hand, prepared to lead her away. "We'll be on our way, then. Thank you for your assistance, Madison." With a turn on their heels, he and Jeneda were walking away, heading for a set of grand Mahogany double doors. Engraved with a "winged o" which served as the social club's logo, they radiated a vibe nothing short of exclusivity. Yet even as they neared the doors which led beyond, Jeneda could feel Madison's eyes, watching with an intensity that she keenly felt. But it wasn't until they crossed the threshold, and into the actual club, that Jeneda finally looked behind her. And on resting her gaze upon Madison, who was still in the lobby, Jeneda saw that the concierge was giving her the stink eye. She didn't have time to return it before the double doors blocked off her view, but on realizing that playing into Madison's jealousy was unhealthy, she pushed the image out of her mind and focused on the opulence before her. And what she saw, was enough to take her breath away. Hanging just above them were warmly glowing chandeliers, enhancing the already stately room with a beauty that Jeneda admired. Outfitted with chaise lounges and classy settee's, the room had a European feel, yet also retained an Ivy League flavor that made her think of cultured conversation and men who smoked pipes. Yet as Jeneda took a look around, she saw that glasses of bourbon were held in hands, and rather than pipes, several of the members held leather bound books. Guessing it was some sort of area to just relax and sip drinks while reading, Jeneda followed Dane as he led her to a spot in the corner, where a high-back loveseat was unoccupied. As soon as they were relaxed, Dane signaled a twenty-something employee, who was outfitted in crisp slacks, a waiter's jacket, and bowtie. Draped over his left arm was a white napkin made of cloth, which proudly bore the club's insignia. "The usual, sir?" Asked the server upon arrival. "Yes, black with no sugar," Dane replied. "But for my wife, I'd like something weaker." "Might I suggest the café crème?" He asked. "We add a drop of hazelnut for extra flavor." "That does sound nice," Dane replied. "But I think a wet cappuccino would be more her style. With ground chocolate and a pinch of nutmeg." Velvet Love Ch. 02 "Excellent choice, sir." He nodded politely before walking off. "You really know me," Jeneda said to Dane. "Can't have a cappuccino without ground chocolate and nutmeg in it." "Of course I know you. You're my wife, aren't you?" Positioning himself on the loveseat so that his eyes could gaze into hers, Dane threaded his fingers through her own. "So, what do you think of the club?" "It's absolutely stunning." "Seem like a place you might wanna hang out every week?" "Most definitely." Checking out the paintings on the wall, she noticed that one was a portrait of a man dressed in clothes that seemed to be from the early 1900's. "This place has a nice vibe, very classy and so different than anywhere I've ever been." "Good. Glad you're comfortable." His thumb caressed the tip of one of her fingers. "By the way, I don't see your parents around. Aren't we supposed to meet up with them?" "We'll catch up to them," he said. "Let's enjoy our coffee first, and have a little chat before I show you around." "Okay." She gave him a tender peck before beginning to speak. "So...regarding that Madison." Chuckling lightly, Dane shook his head. "I just knew you were going to ask about her." "Well there's got to be some story between you two. So go on, babe. Spill the beans." "Not much of a story and that's the truth," Dane said. "She's just pissed off that you and I are together." "You must have had a thing with her, then..." Jeneda's gaze turned curious. "Because she was way too pressed, Dane. The look in her eyes, it was like she wanted to snap my neck." "We hung out a few times around the club, but not much ever came of it." "What about sex?" Jeneda asked. "Did that ever happen?" "Never. The most we did was flirt. And this was before you came into the picture." "Why didn't you take things any further?" "Wasn't interested enough," he replied. "She was a pretty face, but not much more." "So it was a missed opportunity for her. She wanted you to date her, but it wasn't in the cards." "Exactly." He gently nodded. "Madison is kind of basic, you know? She doesn't have any flavor, no real uniqueness that makes her stand out. At least not to me." "I see." Not even attempting to hold it in, she allowed a smile to stretch her lips. "So when you say flavor, you mean like a certain je ne sais quoi..." "Exactly." Using his thumb, he caressed the curve of her cheekbone. "By the way, you sound incredibly sexy speaking French." "Do I?" She gazed up through her thick, black lashes. "Oh yeah." His tone dropped, becoming even more sexy. "So my flavor really works for you, huh?" "You know it does." Dane studied her. "In more ways than one." Having arrived with the coffees, the waiter set them on a small table next to the loveseat, and after receiving a generous tip from Dane, bowed his head and strolled off happily. Loving the scent of the caffeinated drinks, Jeneda accepted her cappuccino from Dane, who for some reason watched with a very intense gaze as she took a slow, leisurely sip. "How's the wet cappuccino?" He asked. "Delicious," she replied before following up with a second sip. "Is it wet enough for you?" Snorting into her coffee, she nearly choked in the process. "What?" Dane grinned. "I was only talking about the drink." "Whatever." She playfully slapped him on the arm. "You were so trying to make me laugh." "And I succeeded." He rose his arms in a victorious way. "Dork." "Dorkette." "Butt turd," she fired back. "Nerdy birdy." She cracked a smile. "Backdoor burglar." "Now that one is true," Dane remarked. "I do love to burgle your butt." Loudly snickering, Jeneda covered her mouth. "Well I do." Lowering his voice, he leaned in closer. "When it comes to your ass, babe, I just absolutely lose my mind." "I know." Her voice softened to match his. "You really enjoy putting that nice, thick cock in my naughty spot." "And you love receiving it, don't you?" "Oh most definitely." Her voice was throaty. "What a filthy girl you are." Dane's eyes gleamed naughtily. "Letting me stretch you in such a dirty and forbidden place." "You were the one who corrupted me," she whispered. "Before you came along, I'd never done it before." "I know, and that really turns me on." Leaning in a bit closer, he allowed his nose to nearly touch hers. "You still gonna let me do it even when we're all wrinkly and old?" A loud giggle burst from her mouth at his words. "No, seriously. It's a real question." "Dane, stop," she said with a grin. "You're going to get us kicked out of here." "We're whispering, babe. Nobody can hear us." "But you keep making me laugh." "Then I'm doing my job as a husband, which is to keep you happy." "And that's great," Jeneda replied. "But there's another job I've got when you and I get back home. It'll require you to be naked, though." "Well shit, that's not a job. It's a pleasurable activity." As Jeneda laughed, he continued on. "I'd live between your legs 24/7, if I could." "Mmm. Now that would be heaven," she silkily stated. "I love that you still flirt with me." Makes me feel so sexy and wanted." "Because you are," she quietly replied. "Why else would I always bend over, or so happily lay on my back and take your cock?" "Mmm." Fucking her with his stare, Dane asked, "You gonna bend over and give me that ass when we get home?" "In a literal way, or just figuratively?" "You know how much I love anal." Now dark with desire, his body gave off waves of lust. "But if you're not in the mood today, that's perfectly fine. Your pussy is more than enough, I just really wanna be inside of you." "You're turning me on," she said in a quiet, breathy voice. "Good." His thumb brushed back and forth against her kneecap. "Then you'll be raring to go when we get home." "You mean like always?" She gazed coquettishly through her lashes. "Yes, like always." His hooded eyes studied hers deeply. Feeling lightheaded in a pleasurable way, Jeneda found herself getting sucked into his stare. Now a couple for a year and three months, it still astounded her just how much power he wielded over her, not only in the sexual way, but emotional as well. More than just sexy, Dane was downright seductive, but the best part of it all was that it came so naturally to him. And as far as Jeneda was concerned, there was nothing sexier that a man who effortlessly displayed his masculine dominance. Now enjoying a wordless moment, Dane and Jeneda just gazed and held hands, occasionally having a sip of their coffee as they relaxed on the soft, plush loveseat. But in the back of her mind there was something still nagging her, pushing her to inquire and get it off her chest. "So, back to Madison..." Only silently watching her, Dane waited for the rest of the words. "You said you two only flirted, but did you ever speak outside of the club?" "A few times," he replied. "And as I stated before, it was before you and I got serious. But the talks between Madison and I never went any further than two calls." "Why not?" "Well as I said before, she didn't really interest me very much." "Then why ask for her number?" "What makes you think that it was me who asked?" "I don't know, I just figured..." "I didn't ask," Dane replied. "She was the one who gave it to me." "Okay." "I would have rather not accepted it, but I didn't want to come off as rude." "I understand," Jeneda replied. "Anyways, I eventually just stopped taking her calls but I guess she didn't get the hint, because whenever I show up here, she always manages to pop up and initiate a chat. Not in a stalkerish hiding behind the bushes sort of way, but a, 'I was just passing through and wondering if you needed anything." "Gotcha." Jeneda sipped her coffee. "And if you're wondering why she didn't even know you and I were engaged, she was in Greece visiting family around that time. So there were some months where I didn't see her here at all." "Okay," she softly replied. "There's really nothing between us, babe. Nor has there ever been." "I believe you." She reached out to touch his arm. "I just wanted to know so that I can be on alert. You know, fully aware of what I'm dealing with." "Madison Isn't a threat," he said. "She knows better than to even try with you." Jeneda wanted to believe his statement, but there was something about Madison she didn't like. Something off-putting that she couldn't put her finger on. "We don't have to come here again," Dane said. "I understand it must uncomfortable with her around, so if you want to leave, we can." "Like hell I'm leaving." Jeneda's tone was staunch. "If anyone's running off, It'll be her. I'll be damned if she thinks she can keep me out of here." "Damn I love your feistiness," he remarked. "It really gets me fucking hot." "How hot?" Jeneda's tone turned low, expression all sexy as she looked into his eyes. "Hot enough to find a secluded area where we can get it on. You game?" "This place is super prestigious," Jeneda said. "If someone busted us, we would surely be booted." "No huge loss," Dane said. "Besides, It'd probably be good if somebody did manage to catch us. Most excitement these rich folks get, is on the squash courts working up a sweat." Lightly smirking, Jeneda spoke. "You say 'rich folks' as if we're somehow separate from them." Financially we're the same," he admitted, "but I doubt they have nearly as much fun as you and I regularly get into." "Ditto on that." Leaning in closer, she brushed her nose with his. "Speaking of getting into things..." Dane's hand was edging beneath her skirt hem, moving up and towards the heat which was between her thighs. "I really do want to babe." Looking deep in his eyes, she expressed her wanton desire. "But knowing how much your parents love this place, I don't wanna jeopardize their good standing. I mean if someone saw us going at it, word would spread and It'd reflect badly on them." "Guess you're right," Dane said, and removing his hand from beneath her skirt, smoothed it tenderly against her cheek. "You're so thoughtful and I really like that." Leaning in for a soft kiss, they allowed their tongues to mingle, boldly engaging in an erotic French kiss before forcing themselves to pull back. Equally aroused form the brief interaction, they were left breathing a little quicker. "By the way, if Madison is ever rude or tries anything weird with you when I'm not around, just tell me and she's gone." "Gone where?" "I'll have her fired." Dane's expression went serious. "Just give me the word and I'll do it." "Seriously?" Stunned at this proclamation, Jeneda could only stare. "Yes, of course. My mother and father have very high ranking at this club." "They've been members for a long time, huh?" "Well, yeah..." Dane slowly said. "But It's more than just that, Jeneda. My mother in particular has serious clout." Eager to hear more, Jeneda's ears perked up. "Her great-great grandfather was the founder of this club. So she's basically owns the entire property." "Are you serious?" An incredulous look had taken over her face. "Her great-great grandad founded this place?" Dane nodded. "Oh, wow." Her eyes went round. "No wonder the doorman bowed at her and your dad." "Yeah, It's incredibly embarrassing," Dane replied. "It's not as if we're royalty, or anything." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Well I didn't want to brag about it," Dane said. "It's just one of those things I hadn't gotten around to properly disclosing." "You didn't disclose it at all, babe." Although her tone was light-hearted, the shock on her face was still evident. "Sure I did," Dane replied. "When I told you we were coming here, I distinctly remember telling you, 'It's my mother's social club.' "But I just figured that you meant she was a member, not that she literally owned the place." "Guess I should have been clearer, huh?" He crookedly smiled. "Yeah, you could have explained it just a little bit better." She smiled at his nonchalance, but butterflies were fluttering in her stomach. "You look nervous." Taking her hand in his, he gently held it. "Tell me your thoughts, love. What's going on?" "There aren't any thoughts," she replied. "I'm not even sure I know what to say." "How about nothing?" He lightly smiled. "It's not a huge deal or anything, okay? Just a bit of family history you're now aware of." "This is more than a bit of history, Dane. It's a huge, gargantuan thing. This club is historic, everyone in the city knows all about it." "I told you my mother came from old money." "Yeah, but I didn't expect it to be that old." A light chuckle left his lips. "Well this place was founded in 1912, so I guess It's got a reputation." "Yeah, just a minor one." Sarcasm laced her amused tone. "So Kitty's great-great grandfather, huh? He must have come from money himself, to build a ritzy country club like this." Suddenly growing quiet, Dane seemed reluctant to give a response. But as Jeneda kept her gaze focused on his face, Dane finally spoke up and let out the words. "I guess I should let it out now that his father was a plantation owner from Virginia. They made their fortune in tobacco, and that's how they got so filthy rich." "Oh." Jeneda's face was now grim, eyes briefly dipping before lifting back up to meet Dane's. "Well I guess It's not exactly surprising, considering this whole country was built on the backs of slaves." "Yeah I know, and It's really messed up. I actually feel kinda guilty everytime I come in here." "Because it was built with plantation money." Dane nodded. "From what my mother told me, her great-great grandad sold interest in the family business to start his own tobacco company, then used the profits he made over thirty years to build this club in 1912." "Well it may have been thirty years between selling interest in his family's tobacco plantation, but when it comes down to it, this place was definitely funded by slavery." "I know," Dane said. "It's because of your ancestors that my family even has all of this wealth." Still looking seriously at him, Jeneda could only give him an empty stare. "So I guess that's part of the reason I didn't want to tell you what our family connection to this club was. But now that you know, I really hope this doesn't change how you feel about me." "Dane, no." Taking his hand in hers, she gently squeezed it. "Of course not, babe. How could I hold it against you?" "I don't know." He mildly shrugged, but soon he was letting out more words. "I'm just really glad you don't see me any differently, because It'd kill me if you did." "You have no reason to feel guilty," she replied. "But I do appreciate you being so open, and letting out the ugly truth." "I couldn't lie to you, Jeneda. I love you way too much to hold any secrets." Offering a small smile, she watched as he lifted her hand and gave it a kiss. "So your mom is the one who told you all of the family history, huh?" "Yep." Dane nodded. "She sat me down when I was twelve and told me the truth. Said she wanted me to be aware of where our wealth originated from, rather than stay blissfully uninformed." "Wow." She lifted her brows in surprise. "No disrespect whatsoever to Kitty, but I wouldn't have expected her to acknowledge, or even let out the truth of her family's history." "Yeah, well...it may not seem like it just from looking at her, but mom's pretty cool like that. She's upfront and real, you know?" "Yep." Recalling the way that Kitty had always been so frank with her, Jeneda knew all too well just how real Kitty was. Especially when it came to letting out her thoughts or true feelings. "I think my mom's honesty and straightforwardness is part of what drew her to dad," he continued on. "My father is similar, always the type to cut right through any bullshit." "How did they meet anyhow?" Claudia asked. "On the street, when dad was passing out flyers for a Japanese restaurant." "And they just struck up a conversation like that?" "Yeah," Dane said. "This was back in the mid 80's, and I guess my mom hadn't had Japanese food before, so my dad encouraged her to come in and try a sample." "And the rest is history, huh?" "Pretty much." He lightly smiled. "Mom told me what first attracted her to dad was his long hair. But once she got to actually know him, she found out he was really educated and super hard working. Said she found it exciting and different, because all of the men who ran in her social circle were these vapid guys who just lived on their parent's money, and didn't believe in intellectual conversation." "Sounds like Naohito was a breath of fresh air." "Most definitely," Dane said. "But mom's parents hated him. Mostly because he was poor, but even more so because he was Japanese." "They wanted her to be with a white guy." He nodded. "So you can imagine the outrage when just a year later, she and dad snuck off to the courthouse and got married." "I love it." Jeneda widely smiled. "Well, her parents certainly didn't." Dane gently chuckled. "But they were even more pissed off when she got pregnant with me. As soon as they found out, they told mom it would bring nothing but shame on the family." "Seriously?" He gave a nod. "Yeah, basically that was code for, 'you've destroyed our pure white lineage with your Japanese son'." "No kidding. They may as well have just come right out and said it." "Wouldn't have made a difference if they had, mom was completely in love with dad. Fast forward twenty years later and here we are. Mom and dad are still happily married and in love, so everything worked out just fine." "I'm so happy it did," Jeneda replied. "If it hadn't, you wouldn't be here with me." "I think they're a great example for us." Now holding both of her hands, Dane looked deeply into his wife's eyes. "They've been in love for so long, supported and had each other's backs...I see the same for you and me, Jeneda. You're the love of my life, and everything I've ever wanted." "I feel exactly the same." Choked with emotion, her voice gently cracked. "You've been so good to me, Dane. And I'm really appreciative of that." "It's easy to be good with a woman like you." Lifting a hand to her hair, Dane ran his fingers through her pressed out strands. "You nourish my heart and spirit, babe. Never had any other woman do that before." Warmth spread through her heart at this, and as his lips came to hers, she melted into them. The taste of mint was on his tongue, so subtle yet sweet enough for her to notice. Sliding deep, it stroked and explored the heat of her mouth, making her hot and hungry and voracious for more. Along with being skilled in the art of kissing, Dane knew exactly how to move his fingers, caressing them in a particular way against her neck so that her nerve endings stirred and tingled. Continuously falling deeper under his spell, Jeneda wished they could stay forever just exactly as they were, but the sound of a voice sliced right through their intimate moment. "Wow, you two really are newlyweds." Pulling back with twin expressions of annoyance, Jeneda and Dane regarded their observer. Clad in a pleated white skirt, pink polo top, and sweater that tied around her shoulders, the thirty-something Caucasian woman who stood before them was a poster child for preppy style. Cut just below the shoulders, her dark brown hair was worn in a voluminous blow out, and adorned by a pink fabric headband. "Sorry to interrupt." The smile she offered was genuine. "But Kitty and Naohito wanted me to come over and fetch you two." "So you're a friend of my parents..." Dane gave her an inquiring look. Velvet Love Ch. 02 "I'm sorry, where are my manners?" Placing a palm against her chest, she gave a sheepish look. "My name is Poppy, and yes, I'm a friend of Kitty and Naohito. My husband and I are heading to the squash court with them, so we thought we'd track you down and see if you wanted to tag along." "We meant to catch up to them," Claudia informed. "Just stopped to have a moment to ourselves." "Understandable." Her pink lips tugged upwards. "Well I'll be happy to escort you, if you'd like." "Thanks, that'd be nice." Tugging lightly on Dane's hand, she encouraged him to stand with her, and palm to palm, they followed right beside Poppy. * * * * Following a game of squash with Kitty and Naohito, Dane and Jeneda headed for the lockers, where they showered and changed into swim suits. Yet unlike the locker area at gym's and other common establishments, the changing room facilities at the Olympic Club were stylish. Rather than plain metal lockers that had no aesthetic appeal, they were fashioned from mahogany wood that was not only elegant, but solid and rich-looking. Having never been skilled at using combination locks, Jeneda was glad there were keypads on the lockers instead. And if that wasn't enough to impress her, the textured sandstone floors, decorative mirrors, and granite countertops surely were. After placing her hair into a high, elegant bun, Jeneda checked her swim-suited reflection in the mirror, then headed for the hall outside which led to the indoor pool. Already waiting for her, Dane's eyes lit up as she approached, gaze slowly appraising her slim, tall form as she came closer to where he stood. Neither had gotten a chance to check out the other in their new swim gear, so now was the chance that they indulged. While Jeneda was clad in a sporty two-piece with a sleek bandeau top, Dane was wearing a pair of speedos, which didn't just fit, but literally molded themselves to his strikingly tight ass. Completely drool-worthy, he had broad shoulders and a long, lean V-shape body that reminded Jeneda of a swimmer's. "Well hello there." Lifting a brow, she checked out his chiseled abs and narrow waist, which had that coveted masculine-shaped cut. "Hello there yourself, beautiful," Dane said with a grin, then took her hand in his and led her into the cardio solarium. Just as upscale as the rest of the social club, the area consisted of an Olympic sized pool, which was flanked by grand columns and regal arches. Along with being two-stories high, the ceiling was dome-shaped, with ornately cut stained glass which allowed the rays of sun to shine through. Unable to resist, Jeneda simply oogled, admiring the precision and absolute skill which went into creating the gorgeous room. So taken with the interior design, she nearly failed to see Poppy, who was merrily walking towards she and Dane with a cute little bounce in her step. With her classically beautiful face and sunny disposition, she exuded a peppy energy. "Oh look, It's Poppy." Jeneda waved, then offered a smile. "Hi, Jeneda!" Waving back, Poppy walked a little quicker, until finally coming to a stop right before them. "Fancy seeing you two again. We were just hanging out on the squash courts." "Well Dane loves to swim, so I decided to accompany him here." "This is a wonderful pool," Poppy remarked. "They fill it with salt water from the Pacific Ocean. No chlorine whatsoever, Isn't that great?" "That does sound nice," Jeneda replied. "And I've got sensitive skin, so I think I'd really enjoy it." "Oh, you will." She enthusiastically nodded. "Where's your husband?" Dane asked. "Oh, he's chatting with one of his friends. Which by the way, he wanted to speak with you about forming some sort of guy's night out." "Really..." "Yes." Poppy nodded, then turned her gaze on Jeneda. "And I was hoping that you and I could have a ladies night to rival them. You know, they have their fun and we have ours." "Oh..." Not wanting to be rude, Jeneda offered a polite smile. "Girl's night out, huh? Those can be fun." "You've had one before?" "Yes, of course. My friends Enrique and Luna do girl's night out with me every month." "Enrique, what a fun name. I'm guessing he's Spanish?" "Puerto Rican." "And he hangs out with you two girls?" "Yes," Jeneda replied. "Not that it matters, but is he gay?" Jeneda nodded. "Gay guys are so fun," she remarked. "Think I could tag along on the next girl's night out?" "Um, sure. I don't see why not." "Wonderful." Her eyes were gleaming now. "I already can't wait." "We're planning on one this Saturday evening, so let's exchange contact info, okay?" "Yeah, great. It's going to be fun. Thank you, Jeneda." "No problem." "They don't allow phones here on the property, so I can't plug your number in that way. But let me go ask the pool attendant if he has a pen and paper, alright?" "Sure thing." With a turn on her heel, Poppy was off, walking her distinctive little bouncy steps as she headed for the pool attendant's office. No sooner was she out of earshot, did Dane make a remark. "I think Poppy's in love with you." Jeneda chuckled. "She's very nice." "She is quite sweet," he agreed. "She's also very groomed and very fresh. It's like she stepped right out of one of those expensive catalogs your mom likes to read." "She does seem like a J Crew or Land's End type of woman, doesn't she?" "Yeah, I've never met anyone like her before." "I'm sure she hasn't met anyone like you before either," Dane said. "Just take a look around, and you'll see what I mean." Heeding his suggestion, she did just that, which led her to realize that besides her and Dane, there wasn't much color in the room. "Oh, right..." Jeneda slowly nodded. "There is a lack of melanin in this room..." "Yep." Dane grinned. "So my point of that was, I think Poppy is so drawn to you because you're completely different from everyone else. Things get a little boring when you always see the same type of people." "I could understand that." Now walking alongside Dane towards the Olympic sized pool, Jeneda watched as he approached the edge. Coming to a halt at the perimeter of the water, Dane began stretching out the various muscles of his sexy body. While she was certain he wasn't trying to make a sexual thing out of it, Jeneda couldn't help but be reminded of sex. She guessed it was the way he pulled and bent, arching his back and pushing out his groin before flexing the muscles of his upper arms. She knew the solid strength in those nice, broad shoulders, and was all too familiar of the way his biceps flexed whenever he was on top of her. Watching him get nice and loose for a good swim workout was literally making her hot, and with eyes that sparkled brilliantly, she allowed her gaze to soak him in. Once his lean swimmer's body was fully prepared to hit the water, Dane turned his gaze to Jeneda. Then with a mere gesture of his hand, beckoned her forth. "You getting in too?" He asked. "Maybe in a bit," she responded. "But to be honest, I'm feeling kinda nervous." "You do know how to swim though, right?" "Yes, but this pool is huge." Eyeing it warily, she guessed it was 25-yards long. "Kinda intimidating, considering It's built for professionals." "I'll do a few laps first, then have you get in the water with me," he said. "Then we can go over some basics and build your skill." "Okay, honey. Sounds good." The kiss they shared was brief but tender, and on pulling back, she lightly smirked. "All of the women are checking you out." Shifting his gaze to the surrounding area where people were lounging and chatting with friends, Dane noticed that Jeneda was right. But then his gaze landed on a particular individual, one who wasn't female, but rather a well-preserved, forty-something man. Allowing her gaze to follow her husband's, Jeneda was startled to see just how intently they were being watched. "Okay, so it Isn't just women." Noticing the man was openly eyeballing Dane's speedo covered groin, Jeneda rose a brow. "Damn, he's not even being undercover about it." "Yeah, I know that guy." Dane shook his head, then pushed out a gentle huff. "He's hit on me a couple of times, but most just stares. Hopefully now that you'll be accompanying me to the club, he'll finally get that I don't roll that way." "Doesn't he know who you are?" Dane lifted a brow questioningly. "Your family lineage," Jeneda elaborated. "He doesn't know that your mother owns this place?" "Oh he knows," Dane replied. "Which is probably why he doesn't get out of line with the compliments. Like I said, he mostly just stares at me, so I guess he's just after some eye candy." "Wow." Now staring hard at Dane's admirer, Jeneda waited to see if he would look away. He didn't. "Don't worry, he's harmless," Dane informed her. "A little creepy, but harmless." "It's disrespectful," Jeneda stated. "I'm standing right here with you." "I know, babe. I'm sorry." Pulling her up against him, he bracketed his hands to her hips. "If It's any consolation, I saw quite a few guys check you out as well, and it did bother me. But then I just reminded myself that you're with me and not them, so what exactly do I have to be insecure about?" "That's true." "So you see, they can look, but not touch." With gentleness, he dusted a kiss to her forehead. "Only one with keys to the goods is you." "Damn right," Jeneda replied. "You're all mine." "Mmm...I do love when you get possessive." "Ditto on that." "Word's probably spreading that you're my wife," he said. "But if anyone gives you any dirty stares, just flash that ring and they'll get the message." She smirked. "Seriously." His eye contact was strong. "I bought it big for a reason, so that everyone would know that you're taken." "It is incredibly beautiful." Lifting her hand, she cast an admiring glance at the twists of white gold that flowed into a stunning round diamond. "*You're* beautiful." His hooded eyes gazed deep into her own. "And you're the love of my life, Jeneda. Nothing in the world will ever change that." Beaming at his words, Jeneda felt her pulse quicken. And as his lips came down to hers, she lost all awareness of her surroundings. Soft, sweet, and tender, it was not only done for them to express emotion and connect, but to send the message to looky loos that they were committed and in love. Even after he pulled back she was left feeling breathless, knees weak and heart beating with adoration. And as he stepped to the very edge of the pool, she watched him prepare to enter the water. Rather than dive he seemed to glide right in, creating barely a splash as he was submerged in the cool, crisp water.