Isha
I walked into Nana’s foyer smiling because I felt so beautiful. I don’t know how the guys knew my size but the dress fit
beautifully, it hugged my every curve.
Nana gasped when she saw me and beamed. She looked beautiful in an Asian-inspired red silk dress with greenery
embroidered all over it and pink roses. Mom was in a long black dress with a slit up her left leg. Rhinestones decorated
the slit and across the straps of her dress.
“We all look so beautiful. We need a picture. Robert!” Nara yelled for her butler/driver.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, coming out of a side hall. He eyed my Nana up and down, and I couldn’t help giggling.
“Robert, please take a picture of us.” She handed him her phone.
We posed with me in the middle. Robert couldn’t take his eyes off my Nana.
“You look so beautiful Ms. Nora,” he said.
She blushed and thanked him.
We left the house, and he held the door open for all of us. Once the door was closed, I looked at Nana.
She was beet red. “Nana, is there something going on with you and Robert?”
“What do you mean? We’re old friends. He works for me.” The car started moving and I lowered my voice.
“It’s 2025 Nana, no judgment here.”
“Oh, you,” she batted at me and mom and I lost it, giggling like teenagers. Nana huffed. I happened to look up, and I could
see Robert smiling. Mhmm, something special was there.
Robert pulled up to the Encore where Sinatra was at. The door was opened by one of the valets and we stepped out. We
heard whistles and groans. We looked to our left and a bunch of men were staring at us.
“Beautiful ladies, make our night and celebrate my brother’s bachelor party with us,” one man said.
“You are all old enough to be my grandsons. This is my granddaughter, and this is my daughter-in-law.”
“No way, someone as beautiful as you are a grandmother. That makes you a GILF.”
“What’s a GILF, Isha?” Nana asked me.
I giggled and then scoffed. “It means Nana, your a Grandmother he’d like to f*ck.”
She turned even redder than before. “Oh, well. I guess I still got it.”
“Yeah you do. How about you come teach this young man something,” the man said, his hand to his heart.
“That would be a no. Come Nora, let’s get you inside away from these hooligans,” Roberts said, grabbing Nana’s hand and
putting it into the crook of his arm.
Mom and I fell all over each other laughing. Robert’s jealousy was the cutest thing. Nana’s blush was adorable. The men groaned like their hearts were broken. Two of them eyed me with unmistakable lust and one winked at me.
I don’t think men looked at me like this before I was married to Jason, or else I didn’t really notice. While married to him, some men flirted, but I dismissed them because I was married. But now, it seems like I have a neon sign over my head
that says, divorced, looking to mingle. I smiled at them and followed Nana and mom inside.
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< Dinner
Robert escorted us to the restaurant. Then he bowed a little to us all and left.
“Nana, are you sure there’s nothing there,” I teased.
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“I didn’t think there was. We’ve been friends for a couple of years. He was down on his luck, and I offered him a job to be your mom’s and my driver and our household butler. He’s a very nice man, he’s three years younger than me.”
“Well, maybe you could have a companionship with him. Mom could marry Uncle Mark and you’ll have Robert. Win-Win.”
“Your Uncle Mark doesn’t want to marry me, Isha.”
“I bet if I called him right now and told him you were thinking about marrying some random guy on the strip, he’d rush over here and scoop you up. I am sure his exact words would be: If you marry anyone, it will be me.
“You and your imagination. No wonder you’re such a good writer,” Mom said, smiling.
We walked into the restaurant. A young man was at a stand.
“Hello, we have a reservation. It might be under Becks? Or Baxter?” I said.
“Yes, I have a reservation for Becks Security, would that be it?”
“Yes,” I said.
We followed him to a long table that looked like it could sit ten.
“Are you sure this is the right table?” Nana asked.
“Yes Ma’am.” We just shrugged and sat. A waitress came over and took our drink orders.
“This place is beautiful. Brings back so many memories with your papa. Sinatra was one of his favorite crooners,” Nana said. “Strangers In The Night” was our Wedding Song. Your papa was such a lovely dancer.”
1 smiled. I loved when she told stories of their younger years like that. I missed my papa just as much as I missed my
dad. They were the only men in my life that ever truly loved me.
The song ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ started and had us all swaying.
“Ms, may I have this dance?” We all looked over to the very masculine-sounding voice. A gentleman in his fifties was standing next to my mother with his hand held out, looking at her expectantly.
“Go mama, get your groove on,” I mumbled to her. She blushed and put her hand in the gentleman’s.
“You go Ellie, have fun,” Nana said to her.
Nana and I giggled as we watched. The man took mom into his arms, and they started to dance.
“He seems to be an amazing dancer too,” Nana said.
“She’d look better in Uncle Mark’s arms,” I said.
“You really want them to get together, don’t you?”
“She’s 49 Nana. She’s still really young. He’s the same age as dad would be at 58. They both deserve to be happy. It’s been nine years, almost ten since daddy and papa died.”
“You’re right. They both deserve to be happy.”
“You do too, Nana. You should give Robert a chance.”
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“You’re right child, maybe I should. These bones aren’t getting any younger, and if your mother does ever remarry, I’ll be alone in that big house. Robert’s already there, maybe there could be something between us. Do you think I should make the first move?”
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< Dinner
“It’s 2025 Nana, why not?” We both broke up into peels of laughter.
My Nana caught an old friend of my Papa’s eye, and he asked her to dance. I smiled as she laughed with him on the
dance floor.
Our wine came and as one song drifted into another I was two glasses in, when a warm palm slid across my back. I heard several chairs being moved, and I looked up and around. I gasped at the sight before me. Four men, so gorgeous, sat around me. The smile that came to my face was of pure joy.
“What are you four doing here?” I asked excitedly.
“We had some free time and wanted to come see you. We’ve missed you. Our late night chats and daily texts aren’t enough,” Dawson said. He grabbed my left hand and brought it to his lips. “You look absolutely enchanting.”
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“Baby Girl, look how stunning you look. You make my heart race,” Mic said, picking up my right hand and kissing it.
“You are beautiful, Isha. We are so happy to see you,” Ford said.
Davis signed that I looked perfect and asked me to dance. I nodded.
I left the table with him, and he wrapped me in his arms. ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin’ started playing. My smile deepened as Davis started humming and then, in a perfect voice, he started to sing. I was enamored and looked at him in awe. His voice was like melted butter, so smooth and warm. He was moving us in a two-step, and then he would twirl me, all the while serenading me. My cheeks hurt from the smile on my face. When the song was over, he ended in a dip. His nose was close to my cleavage, and he skimmed up my neck as he brought me up. I let out a small moan, because it was hot.
When he brought me up fully, he leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth. “Ttthank you,” he said.
“Um, no, thank you. You sing so beautifully. Have you ever stuttered while singing?” I asked as he walked us back to the
table.
He shook his head.
“Okay then, when I move in, you have to sing to me all the time.”
He flashed me a smile and winked. After dancing with Davis, Mic wanted to dance. He twirled me and dipped me. He had me laughing in delight and when he buried his head into my neck and then left little kisses, he had me shivering.
“Soon baby girl. Soon,” he muttered as we walked off the dance floor.
Mom and Nana were back at the table. Dawson and Ford were regaling them with stories from their years in the Navy. They were obviously ones that were light-hearted because they were laughing.
When I sat back down, Dawson grabbed my hand and put it on his thigh. He ran his thumb across my knuckles. He did this all without interrupting his story. Nana and mom noticed. When I looked at them, they both had knowing looks in
their eyes.
The waitress came over and no matter how hard she flirted with any of the guys, not one of them gave her the time of day. So different from when I went out with Jason. When he got attention from other women, he’d subtly flirt with them, and then laugh it off if I gave him a look. While we waited for dinner, Mic asked Nana to dance and David asked mom to dance. Ford and I danced. He was a very close dancer. Not one inch separated us as we swayed to the music. His
hands were at the small of my back, his fingertips grazing the tops of my butt cheeks.
“I’m a little jealous of Davis, you know. I saw the good night picture you sent him the other night.”
“He asked for a picture, so I gave him one.”
“I want a personal picture,” he said in a small pout. I leaned up and took his bottom lip between my teeth. Then sucked on it. I felt him go instantly hard.
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< Dinner
“You poke it out like that, and it’s begging to be bitten and sucked on,” I whispered.
“I have something else that’s begging to be sucked on that’s poking out right now,” he mumbled.
I giggled and rubbed my stomach against him.
“I noticed.”
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“I can’t believe you just did this to me in the middle of the dance floor. How am I supposed to walk back to the table?” he
said.
“Just stick close.”
He literally plastered himself on me as we walked back to the table, his hard d*ck poking me and I couldn’t help the
uncontrollable giggles coming out of me.
“What made you two laugh so hard?” Mic asked.
I watched as Ford grabbed Mic’s hand and put it on his crotch under the table. My eyes widened. I shot them towards my mom and Nana. But Dawson had them distracted by another story. I looked at Davis, and he was staring at us with his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes hooded. Mic must have squeezed Ford, because Ford grunted and then
gave a small groan.
“Are you okay Ford? Hit your knee or something?” Nana asked curiously.
“Something like that Nora. It was definitely hard.”
I choked on my wine. Dawson asked if I was okay with a gleam in his eye.
“Dance with me,” he whispered in my ear. Since we were still waiting for our food, I didn’t see a reason to say no.
With his hand on my lower back and the other holding my hand, he brought me close to him.
“You really are absolutely stunning. The guys and I want to take you out after dinner. Will you go with us?”
“To where?”
“I don’t want to disclose that yet, just trust us?”
“Absolutely,” I said.
The left side of his mouth lifted in a small smile. We stared into each other’s eyes. His amber-colored eyes said something to me that I couldn’t really figure out. I knew he wanted me just as the others did, but when he looked at me there was a lot of possessiveness there too.
“You all claim to want me.”
“We do.”
“Will it just be you four that I would be shared with?”
He pressed me tighter against him.
“If any other man touches you besides us, I will kill them. You are ours Isha. I don’t play with what is mine. I won’t share you with anyone else besides my guys. Sure, we’ve had one night stands, but that was to scratch an itch. They were few and far between. Years ago, we had individual girlfriends but none of them understood our close bond. But you’re different, and from the first moment I saw you, I knew you’d be the first and only girl to accept us for what we are.”
“So I’ll be your girl all of yours, and you all be faithful and loyal to me? With the exception, of course, of Mic, Ford and Davis’s relationship, which I don’t mind at all.”
“You’re okay with them being together and being with you?”
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Dinner
“Yes, I have a friend that lives a poly lifestyle, and she’s always telling me about their s*x lives. I find it extremely hot.”
He chuckled. “You have no idea.”
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