“About?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Women,” I said. “I think I’m about to date one for the first time, and she has a kid.” I stated.
The water bottle in Dreu’s hand paused mid-air as he blinked at me.
“Bro, you really about to let momma control you with that getting married shit?” He shook his head in disbelief.
“I can’t let the company go to you, you know?—”
“I wouldn’t take it,” he sighed. “Momma just trying to control you, and like always you let her. You see me.” He jabbed his chest with the bottle. “She doesn’t get to run me at all. I do what I want and live my life. I’ve been told you to get another CEO in place so you can focus more on Dom’s and having free time. You thirty years old and walk around this bitch like you fifty.” Dreu shook his head.
“Your spoiled, Dreu. Ain’t shit wrong with that either, but me and your paths are different. You live carefree, you wake up in the morning with no schedule and plan out your day as it comes to you. I like to have structure?—”
“No, you like to have control. That’s the bullshit pops and momma taught you. When control slips from your fingertips, you lose your damn mind.” He shrugged.
“Do you, Bleu. You ain’t got to rush to get married. I promise if momma tried to hand me Maison Langston’s I’d refuse that shit.”
“She would try to teach me a lesson and put someone else in place. One of her little minions. You know how devious she gets when she really wants something.” I dropped my head.
I ran my hand down over my waves. I loved my family with everything inside of me, we moved as a unit and took pride in sticking together. I understood my parents wanting me married came from a place of learned behavior from their own parents. I was my mother’s pride and joy, often times she got too caught up with showing me off to her associates and friends. She treated me more like a trophy other than seeing my real greatness and all that I had done to make Maison Langston’s blossom into what it was today.
I added to the company; I didn’t take from it. A part of me yearned to always get her and my father’s acceptance, their approval was like a drug that I had grown addicted to.
“We both know momma, she’s not going to do that for real. She just wants some grandkids, we done got grown we not home like we used to be. Her and pops got a weird ass relationship that we both try our hardest not to understand. If you are trying to date, do it because you want to and not because you feel like there’s some obligation to do so.” Dreu studied me before taking a couple of sips of his water.
“I really like this woman though. She’s beautiful, our conversation flows…I been talking to her all week.” I said truthfully.
“No lie, women with kids got the best pussy. You hit that?” He cocked his head to the side.
It was almost creepy looking into Dreu’s hazel brown eyes. We looked the same except he had dreads. We inherited our eyes from our grandmother because our mom didn’t have her mother’s eyes.
“I did, the night of the gala.” I smirked.
“Aww shit man, she got you pussy whipped. I’m telling you, you better tread carefully. Women with kids is something different, honestly you could pass her to me. You probably don’t even know what to do with her. Since your special is sending hoes NDA’s and nice checks afterwards.” He shook his head.
“And you know what to do with her?” I cocked my head to the side.
“Hell yeah, I do! You know how many single mothers I help out monthly?” He crossed his arms across his chest.
“Shit I pay they bills with no fucking problem! As long as I get to fall through, hit that, and drink a couple of capri suns in the middle of the night. I have even gone to basketball games, baseball games, wherever my presence is required. I get involved depending on if the baby daddy involved. I don’t step on toes, and I don’t give a fuck if the baby daddy still hitting that shit.”
“You ain’t shit, Dreu.” I chuckled because I knew how serious he was.
“Nah, I’m something real. I make shit clear in the beginning what it is and what it’s not gone be. I don’t lie and I’m still a gentleman about my shit. Not too many niggas like that.” He stated.
He stood up and walked behind his desk. I watched him open up a desk drawer and pull a weed tray out. Dreu swaggered back to the seat across from me and focused on breaking down his weed. I could use a good smoke session, so I stretched my legs and continued to talk to Dreu.
“So how this one look? I know she bad as fuck.” He smirked, getting excited.
“She’s perfect.” I licked my lips and pulled my phone out.
“Oh, so she ain’t just beautiful like you call every damn woman even when some be ugly as fuck…this one is perfect.” He chuckled.
I remained quiet as I unlocked my phone. I went straight to my photo’s, in seconds, my eyes were on Truly. I took pictures of her while she sleep peacefully in my bed. I felt like I had to, just to remember the soft shape of her lips relaxed in her sleep. Her blonde pixie cut with faded tips of bright pink stuck up in tiny spikes from her sleeping wild.
Her curves were hidden beneath my royal blue silk sheets but still hard to ignore. I paused on one picture of her, it was Truly’s diamond shaped face and shoulders. Her lashes brushed against her high cheek bones, she looked peaceful, beautiful, and perfect.
I hesitated before I held the phone out.
