The Retired Queenpin

Chapter 47: Damien's POV

"Well, look what the cat drug in." I chuckled. Kitai and Isabella ran over to me and hugged me.

"We're hungry."

"Okay. Dia will fix you guys a sandwich. I'm going to check on your mom, okay?" i ruffled their curls. They nodded sitting beside Mo'niques kids.

I got up from my seat and made my way upstairs to see my soon to be wife.

"Micio..." I hummed as I walked into our room.

"I'm in the bathroom." She called back.

I walked into our En Suite and saw her covering up with her robe. I walked over to her and kissed her forehead.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good and refreshed." She smiled up at me.

"Beautiful. So, what would you like to do with the rest of our evening."

She pursed her lips and slid past me over to the sink where her hair brush was laying, picked it up, and began brushing her hair.

"I want to go somewhere and clear my head." She stayed finally while placing her hair in her signature bun.

"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"I'll tell you when we get to where we're going." She smirked up at me in the mirror.

Lord knows I wished I could make love to her right now.

"Fine. Get dressed."

"I will when you get out." Her smirked dropped.

"Since when are you afraid to change in front of me, Micio?" I frowned pulling her to me.

"I'm not... I I I don't.... I....." she stuttered.

"You what?" I lifted her chin making her look me in the eyes.

"I don't want you to see my scars." She whispered.

"Your C-Section scar?" I raised my brow.

"That and where they removed the bullet." She pulled the robe tighter against her body.

"There's nothing embarrassing about those scars, Aaliyah. They prove how resilient you are."

"I know I shouldn't be embarrassed but it makes me feel weak. Like those scars wouldn't be there had I been more alert, more careful."

"Micio, we were in our own home making love and Danielle was over 20 yards away there was no possible way for you to sense her. Don't blame yourself."

I knew Aaliyah had other scars being a drug lord and assassin, you're bound to get hurt at some point. So, I know she had plenty of battle scars and Danielles only added to the bunch but I'd never seen her scars. I assumed the tattoos that littered her gorgeous skin covered them. I could only make that assumption because I used to do the same thing. But the older I got the more I realized my scars were nothing to be embarrassed about.

She sighed and dropped the robe. Her C-Section scar was slightly red but mostly healed. I dropped down to my knees and kissed every inch of that scar.

Then she turned around showing me the cut from where they removed the bullet. I kissed it too.

"Do you plan on covering these with tattoos?" I asked.

The one on my back yes. But not my C-Section Scar."

"I love you, Micio. I don't care about these scars, they only make you more beautiful. Now, get dressed with your fine ass." I smirked as I stood and smacked her ass.

She chuckled and walked out of the bathroom into our closet.

A Hour and a half later we were pulling into the fantasy playpen. Tonight was Caesar's first meet and greet since the last time we'd been here which was about 4-5 months ago. I knew Aaliyah and I would probably never be regulars here at the Pen but It was only something to spice up our sex life every once in a while anyways.

"We haven't been here in a while. Why didn't you tell me? I would've dressed better." She pulled her blazer closer to her body.

"You look fabulous. It's only a meet and greet."

Aaliyah and myself made our way into the exquisite mansion. We were quickly greeted by Hans the Butler.

"Good Evening, Master Arden, Mistress Arden. May I take your jackets?" He bowed.

"Good Evening, Hans and yes, please. Will you also let Caesar know that we have arrived?" I stated while helping Aaliyah take her jacket off her shoulders and handing it to Hans.

"Surely, Master Arden." He bower as he walked away.

"I take it he's worked here for a long time." Aaliyah stated.

"Not specifically here but he has worked for Caesar for about 10-15 years."

"Oh okay."

We walked further into the mansion, Aaliyah slowly drinking in our surroundings.

"Damien, my man." Caesar approaches us with a wide grin.

"Caesar."

He shook my hand as he pulled me into a bro hug.

"And I could never forget the beautiful Aaliyah. How are you, Bella?" He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"Good. How are you, Caesar?" She smiled gently.

"Great. Have you two tied the knot since I last saw you?" He asked guiding us into the dining room. A few people were already seated.

"Not yet. We did have a beautiful set of twins about 4 weeks ago."

"Damien, you're a father now?! Damn, I never thought I'd see the day you became a family man." He chuckled.

"I said the same shit about you 6 years ago remember. But when you have the right woman by your side how can you resist."

"True. Very true."

"So, Caesar, where is your wife?" Aaliyah asked.

"She's home with our children. She stopped coming to our meet and greets about 2 years ago."

"Oh wow."

"You two can sit towards the top of the table, near me."

We followed and sat on the right hand side of Caesar. Who sat at the head of the table.

Aaliyah was extremely tense as she began to notice the lot of subs and Doms looking at us. It was making her highly uncomfortable. I placed my hand on her thigh and rubbed. She instantly began to relax.

"Good Evening, Everyone. My name is Caesar, the owner of this fine establishment deemed the Fantasy Plaype, where you can play out some of your most inner desires. Of course, I am your host the entire night. Tonight, is for new subs and Doms to meet before being introduced to established members to be matched. Although, two of our guests tonight are already matched perfectly and no Subs or Doms are to approach them, Mr. Arden and Mrs. Arden. Here we are big on respecting another's wishes and if you can not comply with that one particular rule then leave now. First, we will have dinner then we will move to the common room for you all to meet a little less formally. Bon Appetit!"