I bent over and picked up my pants off the floor.
Whap!
A slap to my ass made my face ball up. I knew it was coming and had already welcomed it. Pain mixed with pleasure was Dreu’s love language.
“That shit got the pussy wet ass fuck, don’t it Pancakes?” He licked his thick lips and shook the hand he slapped me on the ass with like it hurt.
“Whatever.” I giggled.
“I’m about to shower, you can stay so we can talk and catch up. First you need to put on some clothes, Dreu.” My eyes couldn’t help themselves.
I took his full body in up close and damn near wanted to drop my panties right in front of him and tell him to take me through there like his favorite damn song.
“My clothes in the middle of your bedroom floor along with my gun being on your dresser. Damn, Tavia…” He shook his head in disbelief.
“A nigga really missed your fine ass. I won’t judge you at all if you let me get a lil taste.” He flirted licking his lips again.
I didn’t say yes or no, because I didn’t want to lie. I just simply walked away and headed towards my bedroom for the sake of my sanity.
Chapter 6
Dreu
Islept for about three hours and woke up with Jatavia in my arms. This shit felt unreal, I kept waking up pulling her even closer to me. Jatavia slept hard, with her leg thrown over me like her body remembered mine even if her mind tried not to over the years.
Her room smelled like shea butter and sweet candles. A little bit of light crept through her dark curtains cutting gold lines across her deep brown skin. I stared at the ceiling for a minute; my mind spun with thoughts that didn’t even feel like mine. I had plans forming in my head without my own permission like getting her back to Cali…out of this apartment and where she belongs…with me. But how?
I looked around her bedroom; the walls were close enough to touch both sides if I stretched. The pile of dirty clothes that sat in the corner of her room was now replaced with neatly folded clothes on top of a crate that I placed them on yesterday while she was at work. A thrift store mirror was propped against the wall. Then there was a stack of books next to her bed, mostly romance and poetry with cracked spines from her re-reading her favorite books.
The sound of her snoring told me that Jatavia was overworked and drained. I just wanted her to allow me to upgrade her life, fully. I wanted to upgrade her fast and not have her on some struggling shit when I had mad love and feelings for her. It just didn’t sit right with me at all. I already knew it was going to take time to gain her trust again, but in the meantime, she needed to be willing to accept my help.
She deserved windows bigger than her problems and a view that didn’t end at a parking lot. This small ass bed should have been bigger with a softer body forming mattress.
Last night we talked about everything like time never got in between us. I felt like myself, it felt even better feeling so comfortable around her. Jatavia cooked even though I told her I could buy us food. It was just how wholesome this woman was.
She shifted against me, then went still again, deep in sleep. I couldn’t help but smile because it all felt natural. All of the feelings that came with liking Jatavia back in the day scared me, like it scared me now…but in a good way.
I reached over her and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, planning, and already scheming a way to get her ass to Cali with me. I had over a hundred missed calls from Rina and Iceman. Bleu called once, I already knew his call came with a text message.
Bleu- I already know your dumb ass didn’t listen to any of the advice Truly gave you. Iceman called me twice wanting to know your whereabouts. You got until noon to check in.
A silly smirk stretched my face as I looked at the time on my phone and noticed that it was ten am. I knew it was reckless doing a disappearing act on everybody for a couple of days but I was determined to find Jatavia. I quickly texted Bleu backand told him I was good then placed my phone back on the nightstand.
“I can’t believe this…” A deep voice whispered from Jatavia’s bedroom door.
Without thinking twice, I reached for my gun on the nightstand. It was her soon to be ex nigga standing at her door. His face was red, but he didn’t look angry. The nigga looked starstruck. I kept my eyes locked on him as he continued to stare at me like he seen a ghost and celebrity at the same time.
“Big D? Is that really you?” He blinked his eyes hard as hell.
I sighed and loosened my grip on my gun but still kept that shit off safety in case he had a change of heart. This fool didn’t even look devastated that another man was half naked in bed with his woman. I sat my gun back down and gently moved Jatavia’s leg off of my body. He stepped further into the room, eyes shining with excitement as he continued to talk lowly.
“Bro, I can’t believe this shit. It’s really you in the flesh! I got all your music from the very beginning bro. I even got your SoundCloud stuff before you got signed.”
I got out the bed with disgust rising inside of me. I took him in; he looked like he only took care of himself when he had somewhere important to go. His curly hair was a mess all over his head like he just got out the bed. The night of the festival, he had that shit slicked back into a ponytail. He had on basketball shorts with a dingy ass white tee.
“I got a hat in the living room; you think you can sign it and take a picture with me?” He asked a little bit louder.
I quickly looked over at Jatavia to make sure she was still sleep. Since I got out the bed, she was now sprawled out on her stomach snoring lightly. I turned to Devin and put my finger to my lips then pointed to the door. He nodded his head in compliance quickly and turned to walk out of her room door to wait for me.
