KELLAN
NINE MONTHS LATER
It's the one year anniversary of Adore giving herself to me, and I have a special night planned.
I make her wear a blindfold all the way to The SX Club because I know she'd protest coming here otherwise. We've talked about it several times since we first met, about how the experience was hot but that neither of us wanted to repeat it. The thought of sharing her with an audience isn't ideal, but this place has significance for us, and that's why I feel the need to do this here.
Adore's reaction is about what I expected it to be when I finally pull the blindfold away from her eyes. The excited smile she was wearing flatlines as she see's the dingy little club.
“Really, Kellan?” She raises a perfect eyebrow at me.
“Can you guess what night it is?” I stare at the line, not wanting to see the disapproval on her face.
“Even less of a reason for us to be here.” Adore leans in to whisper to me, “If you remember correctly, I'm not a virgin anymore.”
“Oh, I remember.” I place my hand on her inner thigh, my cock swelling from the thought of being inside of her. Memories flash through my mind of that first time together, of how much I had wanted her to be mine back then. That feeling has only grown over time.
“Don't tell me you have a virgin fetish. Wanting to replace me with a newer model?” She pouts.
I cup her chin, drawing her face up to me. “Baby, you're all there is for me.”
Adore brushes my hand away, still pouting. “Then why are we here?”
“Nostalgia,” I reply plainly, opening my car door so that she can't argue anymore. “Tanika and Gilbert are going to meet us here later.”
She follows me into the line, but I can tell that just being here makes her uncomfortable. There are probably a dozen other things she'd rather be doing with her Saturday night. I'm hoping I can turn that around.
Since neither of us has returned since last year, our memberships have expired. We spend a few extra minutes renewing them before we're allowed into the club.
The place hasn't changed in a year, though I'm honestly not surprised. I smirk as my eyes land on the row of chairs and tables set up for The Virgin Dating Game. Ashley is manning the registration table again. The bull pin is also set up in the same place as before. It all gives me major déjà vu. Except I don't feel miserable being here like I did the first time. This time, I'm with my girl.
“I wonder if anyone else will fall in love tonight?” I muse as I lead Adore to a table away from the action. I would have rather sat closer to where The Virgin Dating Game is taking place, but the club is packed tonight, and for some reason, despite all my other preparations, I didn't think to reserve us a table.
“I can only assume we were a rare case.” She sits, her eyes fixed on a young woman signing up at the registration table.
The awkward silence between us tells me that she's upset about all of this. Thankfully, Tanika and Gilbert show up, and Adore seems to come back to life with her friend around. I feel like she's trying to block out everything else going on around her, and I'm fine with that. Nothing that's going on right now matters anyway.
The Virgin Dating Game begins. Tanika starts talking about everything that happened a year ago that led us all to be here together now. Adore blushes when Tanika goes on and on about our crazy sexual performance in the private area. Gilbert tells us they outdid us last week with their own public display. They've been engaged for about six months now and couldn't be happier together. I've gotten to know them both pretty well since Adore and I became a couple. They're our go-to double date partners.
We drink from the bottle of Crown Royal that Tanika brought and indulge in conversation. There's a steady stream of adrenaline pumping through my veins. My nerves are a bit on edge, and time can't pass quickly enough.
Finally, The Virgin Dating Game comes to an end, and the announcer starts calling out the couples who matched. By the time she gets to the end, I feel like I could crawl out of my skin.
“We have one more match,” she says, a knowing smile crossing her face. “A special couple that met here last year through our Virgin Dating Game. See, folks, love can bloom from these things. Can Kellan and Adore please join the rest of the couples at the registration table.”
Adore gasps, her eyes going wide. She looks at me, and I see the panic in her expression. “Kellan, no.”
I suck in a breath between clenched teeth, trying to play innocent and avoid the dagger eyes she's giving me. “I guess we should go up there.”
“I don't want to.” She folds her arms over her chest and sinks down as if anchoring herself to the chair.
“Oh, come on. It will be fun.” Tanika slaps her on the shoulder.
I lean over and whisper into her ear, “Don't you remember how hot it was last time?”
She visibly shivers. With a sigh, she relents, standing, though I can tell she's still not happy with me.
“It will be fun. I promise.” I take her hand, leading her towards the registration table.
Adore's palm sweats against mine as we wait to be let into the private area. She presses her small body to me as if seeking out protection.
“Are we really going to do this again?” she asks.
“Are you really that against it?” I brush a strand of hair away from her face.
“It was hot.” Adore shifts her weight, contemplating.
I find myself becoming impatient waiting for them to lead us in, worrying that at any moment Adore could change her mind and head back to our table. I'm not sure what I'd do then.
Finally, Ashley opens the door, and we go inside. Adore squeezes my hand as we're led to the viewing bays. Ashley gives me a pat on the back as she directs us in first. My heart is beating like mad knowing this is all coming together as planned.
“Oh no.” Adore's hands fly up to her face as she realizes we have been put in the middle bay. Front and center. “Shouldn't they have put one of the new couples here?” She gazes past me at the door, taking notice that no one else has been let into the area.
I reach into my pocket for the box that's been burning a hole there ever since I picked up Adore from her apartment earlier. Then I drop to my knee in front of her before she has a chance to process that there's something fishy going on. When she sees me kneeling before her, tears come to her eyes.
“Adore Scarborough, one year ago I saw you here and knew you had to be mine. You trusted me to lead you through one of the most memorable moments in a woman's life. Now trust that I will lead you through the rest of your life with all the kindness and love that you deserve. Will you marry me?”
The tears are flowing like raindrops down the side of a wall. Her mascara is running down with them, but she's never looked more beautiful. The crowd is watching us with bated breath, and I can hear a few of the women awing over my proposal.
For the first time since I planned this all out, I feel doubt. Adore did not want to come here. Maybe this wasn't the best place to propose, but I like everything important that I do to have some significance, and this place holds meaning for both of us.
She lets out a strained laugh, glancing at the crowd and then looking back at me. “I think you're more of a showman than you think. But this couldn't be more perfect. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you!”
I stand and Adore flies into my arms. And in that moment, all my dreams have come true.
THE END.