Pussy been marinating over night, I know that shit taste well-seasoned right about now,I thought.
“I’m here, but I ain’t gone push you just yet since you fresh out of a relationship. I’m simply here to show and prove why I’m here and why I ain’t going nowhere. You ain’t got to hit me with the let’s take it slow and all the other uncertain things going on in that mind of yours. Let’s give it time, Jatavia…You already put me through enough.” I bit into my bottom lip still massaging her ass.
“And what did I put you through?” Her head snapped back in disbelief.
“Had a nigga crying on the gram, making fake pages. Begging for your attention. You know what you had me on, man.” I drawled.
“I ain’t ashamed either, I deserved it. But it’s still something you put me through.” I uttered.
“Whatever Dreu.” She stepped back blushing hard as hell.
I couldn’t help but to smile. Her feeling good and smiling made my heart smile for her.
“You not getting no ass, Dreu. I’m gonna let you back in my space but this is a new friendship.” She tried her hardest to sound stern, but I saw right through her words.
“Hey,” I threw my hands up. “It’s okay if you need me to do a little something to hold you over until you decide you ready to be my woman again.” I shrugged.
“Whatever Dreu, go get your hoe bag. You can shower after me.” She smoothly changed the subject and walked away.
“Big ass booty.” I licked my lips smiling.
“Dreu please stop, you know I ain’t got no cake.” She giggled bashfully.
“Cake is cake, even if it’s Pancakes.” I winked at her.
Chapter 7
Jatavia
Ihadn’t felt this good in… Goodness. I didn’t even know how long. Sitting across from Dreu in an upscale restaurant in a velvet booth with nice chandeliers draped in gold made my whole day feel unreal. It felt like he plucked me from my regular life and placed me somewhere quieter, softer, and lighter.
Even with paparazzi following us damn near everywhere we went to take pictures and ask questions, it still felt like I was the center and highlight of Dreu’s day. He ignored them and kept his deep brown eyes on me. What surprised me the most was how he spent the entire day making me feel like I belonged beside him.
He showed lots of patience as well. He did what most men couldn’t do or simply refused to do. After brunch he waited two hours while I got my full body massage. He took me to the nail shop and waited another two hours patiently. I was able to find a beautician since Tammy was booked up today. I didn’t want to have Dreu waiting for a long time, so I had the lady clip my ends and press my hair bone straight with a part down the middle. We went shopping, then checked into a nice hotel that overlooked the strip of Las Vegas. I showered, got dolled up then was back out in the Vegas hot streets with Dreu.
Not once did he complain, he engaged with me. We had been catching up on each other’s lives all day. Now we sat inside the Luxe Ember restaurant. Famous people came here all the time; I always saw videos on Instagram and TikTok about the upscale restaurant but never imagined visiting.
Everything inside glowed. The walls were black and textured like smoke trapped behind glass. Soft jazz played through hidden speakers and every table had candles lit in tall crystal holders. Dreu looked fine as hell sitting across from me. Tonight, we both rocked all black. He had on an Amiri fitted shirt. His thick diamond Cuban link chain glinted even in the dim lights.
He didn’t rock his fitted hat over his dreads; an hour before we left the room, Dreu had me assist him in untwisting his locs from the low bun he had them in. Seeing his locs wild and curly was sexy as hell to me. His sex appeal was on a thousand making it hard for me not to be turned on each time I found his eyes gazing at me like I was his next meal.
“Why you keep staring at me like that?” I asked him in a soft tone.
“Pancakes,” he inhaled then let his gaze drop down to my cleavage. “You picked out that form fitting dress to fuck with my head, ma.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Those titties sitting up perfectly…making me think of all the things I used to do with them.” He licked his lips hungrily.
His bottom lip was now captured by his top row of teeth. I gasped softly, my body heated up as I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the ache that detonated between them.
“I remember when I used to grease them muthafuckas down, then slide my dick between them. I miss holding them for leverage while watching my dick go?—”
“Good evening!” A perky voice cut him short.
I cleared my throat, squeezed my thighs together one more time and felt myself shutter hard. Dreu chuckled lowly then flicked his eyes to our waitress for the night.
“Good evening lil lady?” He offered with his signature cocky smirk.
I rolled my eyes at him just as he leaned back in his seat. I politely gave my attention to the young blonde waitress. She quietly placed iced water in front of us. I wasted no time picking my glass up gulping half of my cup down. I didn’t even care that water seeped out the corner of my mouth landing right on the top of my titties. Like a domino effect, the sensation of the cold water stiffened my nipples even harder.
