“Really? Is it serious?” she wanted to know.
“I got a baby on the way with her, love. We damn near married. I been away from her for 48 hours, and my whole world ain’t been the same. It’s serious,” I had to let her know.
“Damn. Lucky girl. Congrats on the baby,” she said, but it was dry, and it was forced.
I just let out a chuckle, and I thanked her. I don’t tell Dionne shit like this because she’ll get in her feelings, and she’ll be ready to kill a bitch, but I’m literally turning down bitches left and right.
I felt like so many other men would have probably folded, but I never did. I wasn’t going to say this next part with hopes of being humble because there’s no humble bone in body when I admit to having the prettiest girl in the world. Dionne can run circles around any bitch in the world, and she could do that shit with a bare face, and a sweat suit on. One hundred bitches could line up in front of me right now, with a face that was beat from the best MUA in Miami, with their best fit on, and all my girl had to do was roll out of bed in the clothes that she slept in, withher hair in a bun, and a bare face, and I was going to choose her every time. I was in love. The way I loved her, it’s no way possible that I could ever cheat.
The plane eventually landed, and the second it did, I texted Dionne to let her know. I told this crazy ass girl that I could have jumped in an Uber to bring me home, but she insisted on being the one to come, and get me. She was quick with responding, letting me know that she was in the pickup area to get me.
I didn’t check a bag, so once we landed, all I had to do was grab my carry- on and head straight out of the airport to her.
When we landed, and they made an announcement that it was cool for us to get off the plane, shorty that had been trying to talk to me, I guess she was pissed at me since I turned her down because she didn’t even try to ask me for help with her bag. She struggled to pull the bag down, and once she got it, she pulled the handle up, grabbed her purse, and she dipped.
I laughed, while shaking my head, and I pulled my sweatpants up a little bit, grabbed my carry- on bag as well from the overhead, and I made my way off the plane.
It wasn’t long before I was out of the airport, and I spotted my Ashton Martin parked in the pickup area, with the hazard lights on. I headed in that direction, and instead of going for the passenger side, I went on the driver’s side, and I tapped on the window. Dionne unlocked the door, and I pulled on the handle, so that I could open it. I got a glimpse of her, and the only thing that she was wearing was a tan colored Burberry trench coat. I’ve never seen her in this trench before, but she had so many fuckin clothes, that it was probably somewhere in the back of her closet. Her hair was hanging down, and it was in big, bouncy curls. She got it done earlier.
She was happy to see me, so she screeched, and she turned around in the seat, putting her legs on the floor, so that she couldwrap her arms around my waist, as she laid her head on my stomach. She was still sitting. I was the only one standing.
“What’s up beautiful? Why you drove my car?” I asked her.
“I didn’t have gas,” she let me know. That shit made me smile because at times, I felt like her ass was heard headed, and wouldn’t listen to me. I would ask her not to go to the gas station for gas, letting her know that I would always handle that for her.
I was such a mainly man, that I didn’t like for my girl to stop at a gas station. It didn’t even have shit to do with control, either. When you have a lady, it’s just certain things that a man shouldn’t allow her to do. Putting gas in her car was at the top of my list. For one, it’s already dangerous enough for a woman to go to the gas station. Niggas can be plotting, waiting to rob them. Dionne was pushing a six-figure car, and most times when she left the house, she would leave with a bracelet stack on her arm that was sitting on at least $30k. I liked to handle the gas and the trash at the house. Those two things she knew she wasn’t allowed to do, so that’s why I found myself smiling that she had chosen to push my whip, instead of getting in her own truck, gassing up, so that she could come and get me.
“What’s up under the trench?” I asked, looking down at her. She still had her arms wrapped around my waist, and she was looking up at me.
“Nothing,” was her response, and that made my dick jump.
“I like that. I like that a lot. Come. Get out of the driver’s seat. Let me put you in the passenger seat, so I can drive us home,” I said, and she quickly removed her arms from around my waist, and I reached my hand out, so that I could help her stand.
The second she was on her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and mine went for her ass, squeezing it. She placed soft kisses on my neck, and then her head maneuvered over, so that she could put her lips right in front of mine. She pecked my lips a couple of times, and then she parted her lips, sothat we could start engaging in a passionate tongue kiss. It was the kiss that she had told me earlier over the phone that she was going to give me when I came back into town.
I kissed her with my eyes closed, and my hands massaged her ass. She moaned against my lips, and through the moans, you could hear how much she missed me. When thoughts of pulling her trench off, and having her turn around, so that I could fuck her out here, not giving a damn about all these people that were standing around started flooding my mind, that’s when I broke the kiss.
“Come on before you get fucked,” I said, and she laughed.
I reached inside the car, putting my hand on the buttons that were on the side of the door, so that I could pop the trunk. The trunk rose, and that’s when I placed my carry-on inside. I pressed the button, allowing it to close, and that’s when I grabbed Dionne’s hand, so that I could walk her around the car, and assist her with getting inside the car on the passenger side.
The second I got the door open, I looked over, and not too far away from us was the area where people were standing, waiting to be picked up. It was the lady that was sitting next to me on the plane. She saw me, and she shot daggers at me, and Dionne’s way. Dionne must have felt the lady’s eyes on us because she looked over at her, and then she cut her eyes at me. She put her eyes back on the woman, and I could tell by the way she was squinting that she was trying to see if she knew the woman from somewhere.
“Who is that?” she asked me, boldly keeping her eyes on the woman, not caring if she read her lips.
“I sat next to her on the plane. She tried to spit game as we were landing. I told her that I was in love, and that I got a baby on the way. Go ask her if you don’t believe me,” I said, not giving a damn because I knew that I didn’t have shit to hide.
She scoffed, and then she pushed me, so that she could have more room to step into the car. Her reaction made me laugh, and I walked closer to her, keeping the door open behind me, as I glared down at her.
“What? You don’t believe me, baby? I told her that we damn near married, and that I’m about to be a daddy. I told her my world been upside down for the past 48 hours that I haven’t been around you,” I voiced, and she laughed at my words, while rolling her eyes.
“Tell me anything, Tavion,” she said.
“That’s the truth. Let me get in the car. You about to start with your bullshit,” I said, closing the door.
I didn’t even bother turning my head to look back at the woman, but I knew she was looking because I could still feel her eyes on me. If I looked, Dionne just might have taken her crazy ass over there to her, so that she could ask her what really happened between the two of us on the plane. I wasn’t going to put shit past Dionne.
I went over to the driver’s side, opened the door, and closed it behind me. I had to fix the seats and the mirrors because Dionne changed everything when she got in the car. I lowered the seat all the way down to its lowest setting, leaned it back a little bit, and once everything was to my liking, I looked out of the side window, made sure that there weren’t any cars coming, and I pulled out of the crowded airport.
