It wasn’t hard sharing space with Dionne. She was clean. I knew women could destroy a bathroom, especially when it came to doing their hair, make-up and shit, and that was one of the things that I worried about when living with a woman, but Dionne didn’t play that messy shit. She always cleaned up behind herself, keeping any area neat and organized that she would use, and I liked that.
I had plans this evening to pull up on Rico because he hit me last night, saying that he wanted to grab lunch or something, butit would have to be after his classes, and practice. Until then, I was going to handle business at my shops.
Right now, I was standing in Dionne’s bathroom, after just pissing, brushing my teeth, and washing my face. Dionne wasn’t in the room. She woke up before me, and before I got out the bed, I had been hearing her moving around the house, so I knew that she was out front somewhere. With just my briefs and slippers on, I walked out of the room, in search of her.
When I got to the guest bedroom, I saw that the door was cracked, the light was on, and I could hear moving around. Without knocking on the door, I went ahead, and pushed it open, and when I did, I got a glimpse of Dionne from behind, with her phone in her hands, bent down, taking a video of something, but she quickly stood up when she noticed that I was in the room with her, and she tried to push what she was taking a picture of into the closet.
“Tank, no. I don’t want you to see it. I thought you were still sleeping,” she fussed, rushing to get the closet door closed.
“I already saw it. It looked like it was a comforter set. Why you hiding a comforter set from me? Let me see it,” I urged, walking closer into the room, but she was standing in front of the closet door. She had her arms spread out, blocking the door, not wanting me to see.
There was a smile on my face, as I was looking down at her, just taking in all her beauty. She stood before me in a black, see through negligee that she slept in last night. The gown was short, stopping inches before the middle of her thighs. Black, furry house slippers were on her feet, and her long hair was pulled up into a bun. I could tell by the shimmer on her face that she’d done her skin routine in the bathroom. The evidence was there, and her skin looked flawless.
If I wasn’t on this strike that I put out, where I wasn’t giving out any dick, I swear I would have pulled this gown off her, slidin from the back right quick, and gave us both a good time, but I couldn’t do it. I was in my head bad about having sex with Dionne. The shit she revealed to me about my dad was weighing heavy on me, and I felt like I would look like a fucked-up person having sex with her, and that’s why I couldn’t do it. I felt bad that I was doing this shit to her. The first time I turned her down, and she started crying, that shit made me feel low. Last night, when she got in bed with me, cuddling up under me, I knew she wanted that shit. My dick was hard, and I wanted it too, but I held back.
“Because this isn’t the way that I wanted to show you. I want to show you when I have more,” she did that sexy ass whine that I loved.
I stepped closer to her, so that I could remove her hands from the frame of the closet door, and I placed them around my neck. I then proceeded to putting my hands down, letting them go on her ass, and I squeezed. She had a pout on her beautiful face, which made me lean my head in, and kiss her bottom lip that was poked out.
“Let me see it, baby. Come on. When you show it to me again when you have more, I’m just going to act surprised again,” I joked, and it made her laugh.
After she stopped laughing, I could see it all in her face that she was really processing if she should show me this shit or not. She eventually removed her arms from around my neck, and I took mine off her ass.
I stepped back, so that she had room to open the closet, and show me what was inside. She put her hand on the knob, pulled it, so that the doors would open, and she reached down for what she’d rushed to put on the floor, and then she sat it right in front of me, so that I could see it.
The second my eyes dropped down, and I saw the clear plastic that held the bedding inside, along with the insert thathad a picture of her on it, I couldn’t help but smile because I knew that this was the business that she had been cooking up, that her ass wouldn’t tell me about.
Before I jumped to conclusions, I just wanted to confirm with her that I was right, though.
“This yours, baby?” I asked, taking my eyes off the packaging for a second. She stood there proudly, with her hands behind her back, watching me, and with a big smile on her face, that even I could tell she couldn’t contain, she went ahead and nodded her head yes.
“This shit is beautiful, Dionne. I’m not going to lie, I thought it was going to be some candle, skin care, or fashion line, which are all the things that I know you love, but I never thought that it would be this. Then, you called it House of Henry. I love this. You in a league of your own, baby. You playing way too small with yourself. I know you wanted to keep it a secret, but a couple of months ago when I was down your throat, trying to get you to share with me what you were working on, you were supposed to be loud, and all in my face about what you were out here doing. I like the route that you took. It’s different. These other women not out here doing this. They out here selling the same little two-piece sets, all using the same vendors or the same candles, and body butters that’s been done a million times before. You out here dropping a whole damn home collection,” I hyped her, and she stood there giggling, and smiling at the things that I was saying.
“Come here,” I called for her, wanting her closer to me.
She walked over, standing right in front of me. I turned her around, so that I could have her back. I wrapped my arms around her waist, leaned my head into the crook of her neck, as we admired her creation that was still on the floor.
“I’m proud of you, baby. Anything that I love and cherish, I like to boast on that shit. I know you not ready to tell the worldyet, but bae I’m ready to post this on my social media, and brag to the world what my baby is out here doing. Everything about the packaging and what’s inside of it, screams luxury. Shit is expensive looking, which is right up your alley. The brand matches the owner. When people see you out, they can look at you and tell that your ass is expensive,” I said, and she laughed.
“Is that a good or bad thing? That I look expensive?” she wanted to know.
“It’s a bad thing for a broke nigga. You’ll be every broke man’s worst nightmare. It’s not a bad thing for me. I want my woman to look expensive. That’s the only kind I like,” I expressed, kissing her on her neck.
“That shit look so fuckin grown woman, and sexy. Look at you on that picture. You perfect. Them hoes ain’t fuckin with you,” I needed her to know that.
She was eating this shit up because as I was towering over her, I could see the way her cheeks were spreading from the smiling that she was doing.
I hyped her for about five more minutes, and then I eventually let he her go, so that she could show me everything that was inside. She pulled the items out, showing me what this packaging entailed. After that, she went for her phone, showing me conversations between her, and her vendor, and the rest of the packaging that was on the way, and what different sets she was going to offer. I had to have told her over fifteen times how proud I was of her.
We eventually made it out to the front, where the kitchen was, and Dionne stood at the sink, while I took a seat in one of the stools.
“Tank, I don’t cook breakfast. I usually have my chef come over in the afternoon, and he’ll meal prep for me,” she blurted out.
I folded my arms on the counter, while looking up at her, thinking on how I wanted to respond to that.
“I’m young, but I got a lot of old school ways about me. Certain shit I would want only my woman to do for me. I don’t need you to hire a chef over here to cook dinner for me. You supposed to handle that,” I shot.
“But the chef that I use, his food is ten times better than mine,” she said, making me cock my head to the side, and look at her like she was crazy.
