To Love My Enemy Ch. 06

Makayla blushed and hurried to finish sucking the last of the fruit juice off her fingers before turning.

She saw Daniel come in with his phone turned off and a smile on his face. She hadn't even realized so much time had passed. It had to have been fifteen minutes already.

She wiped her mouth before speaking. "Thank you for the fruit. It's really good." With an arm, she waved over the mountain of food.

The hotel staff had really spoiled them. Besides the fruits, there was plenty of meat and pancakes waiting to be devoured.

Then on the side of all this was what looked to be chicken and waffles. She would take hours to eat everything and this was apparently a small offering.

He chuckled at her wonder and sat down next to her in a nearby wicker chair. The man looked relaxed with a faint smile on his face and his legs crossing over each other.

He put his phone on a table, face down, the wind blowing against the tails of his leather coat. She marveled at how he could transform so easily.

The man in bed had been so human. All the walls had fallen down and she was met with someone that was on the same playing field with her.

His wealth and his reputation didn't matter when the sparks began to fly. Now, he sat next to her dressed in designer and gave off the aura of someone who owned the entire hotel chain.

She gulped as she stared and swallowed the fruit in her mouth. His shirt was lifted enough for her to see the abs on his chest and she shuddered, turning pink.

This he noticed of course. What he did next made her feel like she was going to fall out of her chair. Like a ghost, he moved and he held her in his arms.

His touch was warm and laying against his chest left the younger woman to feel butterflies in her stomach. It was amazing.

His hand moved up to the top of her head and he patted it. She felt his rings snag up against strands of her curls but he quickly detangled them before she could whine.

Makayla hadn't expected this and she was stiff in his hold initially before melting with a big ass smile on. He was grinning with all his teeth and gums showing just from holding her.

This could only leave the younger woman to feel like a million bucks. It tickled her brain and she resisted the urge to shove her nose into his chest for a big whiff. Because he smelled so damn tantalizing.

"You can have all the fruit you want after today. All the cakes, pies, burgers‐ whatever it is you want to eat, you can have it. Just ask me and I'll pay for it without question." Daniel said this as he pulled back and left her feeling dizzy with disbelief.

Makayla couldn't believe what he was saying. "Any food I want, I can have?"

This sounded like a dream come true but still she had her reservations about diving into a new, pampered lifestyle.

He nodded and dug into his pocket. "I'll give you a spending limit of course but I doubt you'll go over it."

He then handed her a slip of paper and as she read it he explained further. "Here's a check, darling."

The brunette gulped as she read a check for five thousand ready to be deposited into her bank account. She had mixed feelings about it.

This wasn't a paycheck, she'd sold zero copies for her books. This was because she was his girlfriend now and she didn't know if she was comfortable with so much money.

"I'm not paying you for what we did last night or my company. When you date someone like me, there's so many places and events you have to go to that are wildly expensive. Everything's a luxury in design."

"Time spent with me at these places is money out of your pocket so I'm making up for that. No woman who dates me will go broke on my watch to keep up with the way I live." He spoke before she could assume the worst with a firm tone that told her this was the honest to God truth.

The black girl had to admit, it made sense. She was eating a fruit tray that cost as much as her tuition for pete's sake. Everything was going to get bigger and bolder after this.

There's no way she could pay for any of it. Daniel knew this of course and had planned ahead so she found herself appreciative.

Makayla looked at the check before exhaling and looking back at him, teary-eyed. "Thank you."

"Hey, hey. Don't cry. I wasn't trying to upset you." Daniel swooped in to wipe away her tears with a napkin that had been left on the tray.

She smiled and held the check close to her heart. It felt like a key to the city sitting in her palm. All this money was in her control now and Daniel was making it clear he respected her enough to give it to her.

He was a good man and she was lucky to have met him this way. Her family had been wrong about him just as she assumed. The man wasn't using his money to control her, but to help.

The man continued to provide for her mentally and emotionally as the week went on. She left the hotel feeling like she was full of light with bright eyes and a free mind. She knew where she stood in his life.

The next morning, Makayla was woken up by banging on her door. She grumbled and got out of bed with a brook in her hand in case there was a trouble maker waiting for her.

Her building was full of mischief early in the mornings when security was absent. To her surprise, there wasn't a snot-nosed kid or a scary man behind her door.

But bags and bags of fresh groceries from a high-end market she had only heard about from influencer videos. Her jaw dropped.

"Holy cow."

The black girl practically kneeled as she rushed to bend down and drag the bags into her house. There had to be a dozen.

Daniel must have been stalking her social media as he had trendy food she'd been writing about. Meal prep kits her favorite influencers ate during their vlogs.

Expensive organic snacks she tasted briefly as a teenager and THE Dubai chocolate. She felt dizzy as she estimated that everything had to cost over 300 total.

She found herself feeling incredibly grateful for the sentiment he put into his gift for her. Daniel had bought her enough groceries that she would be fine for the rest of the month.

She hadn't even asked him to, especially after all the money he had blessed her with.

But he did it anyway. Makayla laughed and moved some of her hair out of her eyes.

She knew the man had to be fond of her and that allowed her to sit there with a smile. His actions were that of a king.

A man who knew had to please a woman without just tonguing her down. His gentlemanly behavior continued later that day when she opened her mailbox.

Inside was a beautiful box. Wrapped in shiny pink paper and topped in its center with a bow, the present was massive.

She was shocked that it even fit in the small space her apartment allotted her. Her stomach tied itself into knots and her knees became wobbly as she shook the box.

The brunette could hear a lot of things inside move around, it was filled to the maximum. The woman couldn't believe it. She didn't know what Daniel could have gotten her this time.

The gift was heavy as she walked up her apartment stairway and into her home. She nearly dropped it, rushing to catch it before whatever vase or jewelry he got her shattered into a million pieces.

After this she walked slower and closed her front door using her behind. The groceries from earlier had been put away so there was plenty of room for her to open the present up.

Still, she felt weird having so much come to her house that day. An address she hadn't given Daniel but he somehow knew. They would have to talk about that later.

She reminded herself though to be respectful and thank the man for everything. He had given her a check, filled her fridge and gotten her who knows what else.

If she went whining about the delivery time or him knowing her apartment number, she'd come off like a brat. Her lips were sealed despite the fact she was home alone as she began to open the gift.

The wrapping paper was thin to her surprise but this went away as she was met with another layer. This was thicker, being a brighter pink with a fake lace pattern drawn on it.

Makayla thought it was cute and noted that she'd have to ask him where he bought it. Once this paper was ripped away, a gasp left her cherry lips and she stumbled back.

Inside were gifts that she had to count to 10 in her head before going back to look at. She shuffled back over and covered her mouth. The man had bought her a bunch of trendy clothes that she loved of course.

But sitting on top was what could only be a sex toy. A clit tickler. Something that you would turn on and let take your coochie to town.

"What... the... fuck."

Her throat was dry as she picked the toy up and flipped it around. It was one of three clit ticklers for her to play with.

Daniel had gotten her sex toys, lingerie, clothes worth ten paychecks and she didn't know what the hell to do. She was shocked of course that he gave her toys so boldly.

But also she was flattered because he cared about her pleasure. He wanted her to feel good down there. It wasn't the humiliating type of embarrassment she was going through.

It was the type where you knew the person cared and you were red from the love put into the gift. The man got her cute lingerie that made her squeal and she could admit the toys were pretty.

They weren't the cheap ones you'd see spamming your feed as you scrolled at two in the morning. But the classy ones.

Toys she knew rich ladies had to use and mistresses got from fat CEOs. She felt like a prized possession with all of these gifts and she was so confused.

Makayla didn't want to be his poor girl prize but she loved the pampered treatment. She was giddy as she looked through it all and felt how soft the panties were.

They felt like they had been made with the world's best quality silk. The bra he had added in felt even better. At the bottom of all these comfy presents was a note.

It was folded over and she saw that it had a sticker. It was in the shape of a heart and he had used it close to the paper in a makeshift letter. She slowly opened it and began to read over what he'd handwritten.

The message made her eyes widened and she stuttered. "Pictures?!"